MysticTrunks01
05-26-2007, 07:29 PM
(Personal story from my characters perspective. He's got alot of history, only a bit of which is mentioned. first time writing in this sort of style as well. Those old Serials or a Frank Miller Sin City kinda way. Anyway, hope it doesn't completely suck :p ) My name is Xannis Sul'Egna. Neriak born nearly a thousand years ago. Blood Captain of an advancement squad for the Queen and King for nearly three hundred years. Until a twist of fate and blind luck pulled me from the haze that is Neriak's siren song. House Sul'Egna...They were a powerful but silent house. Now they are gone. All that they were destroyed and cast into the void leaving nothing but a giant hole as their memorial. I left my fiancee, Vakarina, and went out into the old streets of this Neriak. A cold and lonely place as it always has been. The wind and echoes of the cave pass over my ears as I walk on silent feet. The city is buzzing with life having only just been found. What's one more cowled and covered Teir'Dal in a city of thousands? I begin asking about. To find out what happened to my old House. Something burns inside of me like a fire of a burning star, compelling me taking control. I start with commoners. Servants, waiters, shop owners. Most of them don't know a thing being to young or two stupid. Until, that is, I got to the pubs in the underground of the Dockside District. There I found an old Tier'Dal. He was down on his luck drinking his worries away, it didn't take much to get him talking about the "good ol' days". A few gold and several drink later I had what I needed. Unfortunately. I'd also gained the attention of the guard. They caught up to me as I was leaving the Docks. They smelled like they'd been in their armor their whole lives and never took it off. A musty sort of dank mildew. I didn't resist, I let them take me by each arm. "You... you're awefully full of questions about things that everyone seems to have forgotten aren't you?" The man must have been the commander in charge, he was the only one that didn't smell like 10 day old bread. "Seems you remember just fine," I said calmly... even if my guts felt like they were being twisted in knots by a dragon. He sneared, showing teeth. "Take him to the Queen.. We'll see what she has to say about this wandering outsider..." This was going to get interesting... The glow of the luminesent moss and gems above shown like stars against the all to dark stones they were attatched too. The guards took me through the winding streets, if you can call them that, drawing craned necks and superior stares from the citizens. It'd been a loooong time since I'd seen Queen Cristanos. Though then, I was a Blood Captain. Dubbed the Blood Terror of Neriak. A title I'd held proudly for my ruthless nature in both combat... and the sick twisted pleasure I got from torturing my victums in my off hours. Making Bloodwine, was a hobby I excelled at. As with everything else I did.. Heh.. still do. That was before a the Curse of Tunare though... A curse I gained by following Cristanos' orders to destroy Tunare herself. This was almost ancient history though... some 500 years between that day and now had passed. Six life times for most. Gods I hate this place... I was brought before the "Castle", I swear this used to be the old Lodge of the Dead... and the guardians i was drug by only confirmed it. The crazy woman had taken it for herself and it looks like the Rending removed everything around it... the whole thing floating with some magical incantation. The place smelled of death and perfumes. It stung my nostrils and turned my stomach. The twisted Fae, her Arasai... flittered around. Their mad little orbs and half crazed grins watching. Creepy little [Removed for Content]. The door to her audience hall swung wide after passing through a dozen red robed and helmed honor guards. They looked like rejects out of some old fictional story told to kids. The room was decorated with two giant busts of what I assume are the Queen herself... funny, I don't remember her actual bust being that big. Between the two figures, sat the real thing. The Queen of Neriak. Cristanos' Thex. She didn't look like she'd aged a day and I could tell by her almost instant recognition as I was dumped uncerimoniously upon the floor at the foot of her thrown, that she though the same about me. "You.... how can that be? Xannis Sul'Egna?! MY," I hate how she emphasized that, "MY little Blood Terror! You've returned to me after all this time." She stood, drawing confused and agitated look from her popus consorts and aids in the hall. I smirked inwardly, glad that they were annoyed and off balance. She glided down to me as I straighted my black robes with the blue flames embrodered upon it, and took a knee bowing my head. Her own spider pattered silk cape trailed behind her, "Greetings your Majesty." I had to play the part. Had too. Taking my face in her hand she bent it up to hers, she got an eye full of me. I have to say, bat shete crazy though she is, she was still a looker. I wouldn't be surprised if she had a dozen manservants in her chamber waiting for her right now. "The last time I saw you must have been before the War of the Faydark when our dear deaaaar King lost his life... shame that.... But i'm glad to see you managed to stay alive... dispite your age. I could only smile at her, she must not have a clue still... No clue at all that Tunares curse of a conscience and the extended life to attone for my deeds was what kept me alive. She still thinks.... "Strange though... you're eyes are different. Violet? Hmm.. they used to be the color of the blood you spilled. And there ... " ah crap... " You are not the same!? You've turned away from your Tier'Dal self!" She pulled her hand away and wiped it on her armored leathers, like I might infect her with something. I couldn't stop the smirk that crossed me lips. "Your Highness, many things have changed since Neriak was lost," I said in the most confident and arrogant voice i could muster... luckily for me, I had reserves over flowing of both. "One must adapt to the ways of the.... " I saw it coming before she likely did. I slap to the face the jarred and shook my death like the rattle of a snakes tail. Sure, i could have blocked it, dodged it, grabbed her hand. Shame I wouldn't be able to block the dozen swords and spell that would come at me after that. Her nails scratched my cheek and my face burned with fire of rushing blood. I turned back to her, slowly. She must have seen something because instead of doing it again as her hand was pulled back for she only smirked. "ahh... There he is... even if only for an instance. Very well then... you are not lost." She turned sharply back to her thrown... one well placed kunai... no. She sat upon her thrown, crossing her legs slowly, one over the other. Tapping her sharpened nails upon the stone chair. "Very well then, i will not kill you. Instead, you will do as I tell you... " Like hell I wi... "My people will find who you are close too... and kill them if you do not." Vith. "I doubt very much you've lived this long and not found allies... and your soft eyes tell me you have fallen. Like some kind of .. .. Surface elf. Pah. I will have my Blood Terror back... If I do not get what I want. You will suffer through others." I felt the cold hatred well up inside me and it took every ounce in me not sacrifice myself right then... But i know her well enough. Doing that wouldn't stop her from finding Yunfei and anyone else... Maybe even the Val'Kaveks, as of now she did not know that they still survived. "If you warn them... Well... let's just hope your memory isn't that bad. Until you swear your loyalty to me however... you are welcome to try to work within the walls of my Kingdom, but my guards, will not be so kind." She grinned a feral grin and waved a hand at me turning her head away, "Away with you now... We will talk again when you have truely returned to me." [Removed for Content]. Did I mention I hate this city?