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  1. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact. Why? It's simple. You know the truth, or at the very least you believe that you know the truth. Walking into any situation with that sense of knowledge almost guarantees that you will not be searching for anything beneath the surface of what you believe you know. It is in that moment that you become susceptible to any unexpected surprise and your obvious fact is liable to begin falling apart. Icarus breathed peacefully as he came back to his current time. He had not been expecting what had been awaiting him at the end of his journey. He had been searching for only one particular thing, and that had left him open to anything. It didn't take an illusion or an overly intricate scheme to deceive someone if they simply weren't looking. It gave him new methods to consider with his techniques. As he pondered this, Icarus realized that he was essentially at his destination. In all his voyage had both been a disappointment and an achievement. The rumors surrounding Meridia had been nothing but a simple ploy meant to do nothing more than ensnare members of House Dali so that their territory could be conquered. Yet, on the other hand, House Dali would now be able to claim the territory that the Teletype had previously acquired. At present, he was more than ready to give his debriefing. After traveling, following the cycle of rumors, pinpointing the origin and then the debacle he had found himself in he had been away from House Dali far too long for his liking. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety that welled inside of him. A few weeks was quite some time, especially with the predicament plaguing the house. What had they learned in his absence? What all had unfurled? Had there been any breakthroughs at all? As he finally came within just a few feet of his destination, Icarus allowed himself to truly smile for the first time since his departure. Despite everything that had occurred and the emotional turmoil he would undoubtedly feel upon being debriefed himself, he was home.
  2. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    His body slammed into the rocky surface of the cavern once again, a violent cough racking his body. "Suffer." The Teletype's voice invaded his pain filled thoughts as one of its legs stepped onto his leg causing an unnatural snap to echo loudly. Black dots filled Icarus' vision, though he fought to stay conscious. With a tight fist formed he willed a whip of flames to life, wrapping it around the arachnid's leg with one fluid motion. The creature hissed anguish it felt upon contact. It crawled backward, jerking the ensnared appendage violently in an attempt to free it. "Whelp!" The creature insulted him as, through the searing agony, it jerked the appendage through the air causing Icarus to trail through the air behind it before he slammed into the ground which cratered beneath him. All of the oxygen was forced from his lungs and his eyes rolled into the back of his skull briefly. Then, they fluttered as he took ragged breaths, trying everything within his power to stay conscious. To stay alive. "You may have made a decent pawn. Now your insufferable life comes to an end." The creature stalked toward the downed form of Icarus, it's fangs shining wickedly in the light. As it grew closer, prepared to deliver the killing blow, three long black pikes flew through the air, piercing the large creature's body and pinning it to the cavern wall. It wailed in pain as it wiggled in a failed attempt to free itself. The dying form of Icarus shimmered before disappearing from existence. Three others were then located throughout the underground cave. One stood at the large opening opposite the side Icarus had entered from, one stood at the base of the ladder that led to freedom and one sat, perched at the top of that ladder. "How!?" The Teletype screamed, enraged by the sudden change of events. The Icarus atop the ladder paused as he reached outside of the opening that would lead him back to the town hall. "Well, I'm pretty proud of my plot, so I'll regale you with it before you're wiped from existence. It's a simple story. When you hit my real illusion your mind weakened in surprise, allowing me to capture you in a normal illusion. From there, well it was all pretty much cut and dry. Just know that wasn't what was your undoing though. Your undoing was using the name of someone from my family and threatening my family. And now? Well, all your land now belongs to us." With his piece spoken and some of his irritation finally release, Icarus pulled himself from the confines of the cave and back into the town hall, closing the basement like entrance behind him as the Teletype screamed in fury. He quickly rushed through the halls, remembering the path he had taken to get there. From the commotion occurring below, it was safe to assume that the creature had likely freed itself. That was the cue. The two doppelgangers he had left behind exploded violently. The ground beneath him weakened as the cavern below the structure collapsed in upon itself. He was unsure if the debris would kill the creature but at the least, it should have kept it captive until he could return with more manpower. As he threw the double doors to the town hall open and stepped back into the outside world he drew a deep breath. His chest buzzed with a joyous feeling as one thought filtered through his mind. He had survived.
  3. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    "How do you know that name?" Icarus questioned harshly, though he kept his mind on the situation at hand. An idea was beginning to formulate in his mind, though he would have to play his cards correctly if he wanted to succeed. That meant that he wouldn't be able to allow his emotions to get the better of him in his current predicament. "Watch your tongue. You will already suffer slowly for the transgression you have committed. Nevertheless, as proud as I am of my plot I don't suppose I can neglect the opportunity to regale at least one Dali with it before your house is completely eradicated from the face of the Earth. The story is simple. I was awakened, and enlightened. Feeding on one's mind gives me my strength, it gives me pawns to move as I see fit and it brings me an excellent food source. In the time since my awakening, I have spread my territory beyond what it once was. This place is nothing more than my latest conquest and these insignificant humans are far from the only ones who bend to my whims. Feeding off of their minds I was capable of gleaning the information that a certain House Dali has something of a great deal of territory. A territory that will become mine. Then, with the information of a certain member of House Dali, I used my pawns to circulate the rumors that have brought you here. Do you understand?" "I... see." Icarus responded slowly. "So this lead was something of a dead end... but it wasn't entirely worthless if that's the case." The plan in his mind finally came to completion. Now he just had to steel his nerves and force it to fruition. Icarus hoped the Teletype hadn't fed off of him too much, as it had become obvious to him that it had. It had to be the reason that he had made somewhat rash decisions and let his guard down, things he typically didn't do. "You'll never conquer House Dali's territory, but today I'll conquer yours." The creature hissed in rage as it lunged toward Icarus. He lifted his hand through the air, flames rippling into existence between him and the much larger creature. The Teletype was unphased until it physically touched the arachnid, causing it to alter its trajectory and land a distance away from its intended target. "How!?" "Not all of my illusions are just smoke and mirrors." Icarus returned spitefully. "Even if you're mentally stronger than a normal opponent I'm capable of creating illusions so powerful that they do what they actually should." "Insignificant mongrel!" The arachnid darted to the side, Icarus bringing another wall of flames to injure it. It seemed that this was a feint though as it changed course before lashing out with one of its legs. The appendage caught Icarus' side, slamming him into the ground. He bounced off of the surface slightly allowing him to be batted away and into the wall. He winced in pain as he came to rest on his side. "You will die!" The Dali pushed himself off of the ground only to feel fangs sink into his abdomen. A scream of agony was ripped from his throat before he was overcome with the feeling of weightlessness, having been launched through the air. This battle could not go on for an extended period of time. The Teletype was much too large, with too much force behind it and greater speed than one would assume it had.
  4. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    It was true. The creature that stood before him was of an arachnid nature, easily sixteen feet tall and likely weighed well over five hundred pounds. It was obviously less than pleased with his presence as it moved side to side, continuously hissing. The creature made him second guess his decision to venture to these depths as he was unsure if he was well enough equipped for this battle. "You do not belong here. Your insolence of intruding into my domain will not go unpunished." A voice spoke to him, but it was anything but human sounding. Icarus found himself hardpressed to describe the noise at all besides the fact that it made his skin crawl. It wasn't spoken by normal means either. No... the voice was transmitted directly into his mind. This was something that he wasn't unfamiliar with, though he couldn't exactly say that he enjoyed it even in a typical setting. "You're telepathic." "Ignorance. You know of the danger that lies before you, but not what it entails." Icarus moved slightly against the wall, careful not to make movements that were too sudden. He had to discover a way out of his current predicament. Teletypes were known to be particularly aggressive, especially when someone invaded their territory. This one had talked to him this long, hopefully he could get it to talk a little while longer. "I know what you are. I don't know everything about." "Irrelevant. Prepare to perish." Perhaps not. Icarus focused intently in an effort to trap the Teletype in an illusion. Luckily it seemed that this wasn't outside the realm of possibilities, though the illusion was quickly broken. It was still long enough for the creature to lock in on a fake after image as it made a mad dash for him. The creature's speed was startling to Icarus as the Teletype came just short of crashing into the cavern walls, he himself rolling away much in the same way he had when the arachnid had descended from the ceiling. "An illusion... You are unordinary for this area. What are you?" The creature was talking and, as much as its voice sickened him and he didn't want to, he felt obliged to answer in light of the situation. "I am Icarus Moonwalker of House Dali." He responded evenly, refusing to show fear in this situation despite the bead of sweat that rolled down the side of his face. "I see. Then perhaps you are responding to the rumors surrounding one Meridia Spidervalley."
  5. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    His doppelgangers appeared out of the more profound shadows he had created in their minds, each armed in a variety of unique ways. Some stepped into the light holding hostages as the 'zombie-like' townsfolk that remained hidden were wrapped into the illusion as well. The obviously unwell civilians were dispatched relatively quickly. Heads were slammed into the rocky surface that surrounded them. Joints were dislocated. Bones were broken. Blades pierced skin. Blood stained the underground earth. In their minds. Icarus had been unsure if the civilians could be returned to their former states or not and didn't want negative press to fall back on House Dali if this were to be discovered and that be that case. As such he opted to simply force the experience and pain with no real repercussions to their bodies in the long haul. He tilted his head slightly as he observed their downed forms, left wondering what this was all about. Sure, they could have been the cause of the disappearances but it was highly unlikely. If that were to be the case then surely they would have put up more of a fight than they had against his illusions. They were about as threatening as the wares salesman. Suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Icarus felt an ominous presence looming over him. The feeling was one he had felt since laying eyes on town hall, but had grown slightly accustomed to as he traversed its halls. Now it was back in full force. The light source that lit up the caverns he currently resided in, torches that lined the walls, alerted him to the danger he was currently in as a large shadow grew larger over him still. Bending his knees, Icarus kicked off of the ground with as much force as he could muster at that moment, launching himself through the air. He tucked his body into a ball as he did so and, when he reach the ground, rolled quickly. Using this momentum he forced himself back onto his feet, twisting his body so that his back would slam against into a wall so that he could no longer be taken by surprise. Icarus' eyes widened considerably as he stared upward at the creature that now towered over him, hissing. As opposed to the civilians, this... was more than he had been expecting when he had dropped through the hole. "A Teletype..."
  6. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    "You're... who I've been chasing?" The House Dali member questioned in utter disbelief. This was the shadow that had been constantly dodging him throughout the structure that now rested above them. Before any more could be said though, an arm wrapped around him from behind. A hand grasped at his face, causing him to react swiftly. Grasping the offending appendage he flipped his assailant over his shoulder before dislocating their shoulder with a quick twist. He had let his guard down. That was uncharacteristic for him and he couldn't afford to let something of that sort occur again. The man he had originally followed rushed him, only to be caught with a harsh foot to the chest. His form crashed to the ground and he stared upwards at the top of the cavern, unblinking. Icarus quickly accessed the situation further as more figures began sauntering out of the shadows towards him. There was a decent amount, seemingly ten in total. They were of no consequence. It was obvious from the way they moved that they, much like the two he had already engaged with, were not trained. They weren't conditioned in any way, shape or form. A fight with the lot of them would only last a few moments. It was almost disappointing as he had been anticipating more than what he had uncovered. More still came out of the shadows. Their numbers were growing. Icarus came to the realization that these people were the 'zombie-like' townsfolk the bald-headed man had been warning him about. They were still less than imposing to the Dali, even as one spoke in their unnerving way. "You. Do. Not. Belong. Here." "Why?" Icarus returned as he felt a rush of energy burst from his body, shooting towards the hoard of beings stalking toward him. "This is my reality after all." The cavern grew darker as they all became entangled in his illusions. Though they seem to have one track minds, there were still minds to be manipulated. The fact that they were one tracked simply meant that they were mentally weaker than others and therefore were easier targets for Icarus to ensnare. "And right now, I believe that I have the numbers advantage over you all."
  7. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    Icarus found his way to the doors of the town hall within moments, craning his neck to look all the way up to the top of the doorframe. It was a particularly large building, especially when compared to the others within its vicinity. He didn't see any of the 'zombie-like' town folks as the elderly man had described. As far as he could tell, there was no one at all patrolling this building. On the exterior that was. The interior remained to be seen. With a slow intake of air, Icarus grasped the handles of the double doors to town hall before turning them. As he pushed them both open the silence on the inside of the building was broken by a long, drawn out, creak. The rays of sunlight that were now allowed inside illuminated it somewhat, yet the further back the room was the darker it appeared. Icarus to a step inside and looked around. The interior was mismatched compared with what was presented on the outside. Everything had accumulated a large amount of dust. Even the floor was covered in a disgusting layer, though there were breaks in it in the shape of footprints. The prints seemed to vary in size. The decor, which Icarus assumed had once given a special viewing, now lay scattered across the floor and various surfaces. Framed pictures and documents mostly hung skewed on the wall, or now lay at the base of said structure. Doors had been removed- no, ripped- from their doorframes and now littered various random areas. There was a staircase that appeared largely unusable as it had, essentially, been violently dismantled in the middle portion. The slightest of scuffle broke the silence of the room causing Icarus' head to snap straight forward. He looked into the darkness, searching for movement, yet found none. It was only by squinting his eyes that he was finally capable of making out the figure of someone standing in the shadow's depths. His body tensed as he immediately prepared himself for confrontation.
  8. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    "Not much else." The elderly person returned with a grim expression present on his face. "Like I said, no one knows why any of this is happening, and no one's staying to find out. Everyone's either running away or just vanishing." Icarus found himself giving a slow nod in response to this, though he continued to listen as the other spoke more. "What I can tell you is: that building over there?" He pointed at the structure in question so as to give a visual representation, "Town hall? Odd things have been happening there too. Some of the zombie minded ones guard it most of the time. Won't let anyone in. They get really violent when you get too close. The ones that do go in you don't see come out. And the ones that come out you don't see go in. I don't care much about what's going on in there, but you might." Icarus took a step backward and looked over the building in question. It seemed normal enough, even looked as if it was being maintained in comparison to the other architecture that surrounded it. The longer he stared at it the more he felt an ominous presence radiating from it though. Turning his attention back to the other person in his presence, his inky eyes bled away as he allowed his illusion world reseed. "Thank you for the information. I appreciate your cooperation." The bald wares seller looked around quickly as he felt his heart rate return to a normal pace. "Whatever you say." He returned, not daring to look up to meet the younger male's gaze as he began pulling his items from his stall and stuffing them inside a ragged brown sack. "I hope you find what you're looking for. I'm taking my planned leave earlier than I expected." The man's words might have been humorous had Icarus not felt sympathy for him in some way. Reaching around his side he produced a coin purse before placing it on the flat surface of the stand before the elder could depart. "Here. For your troubles. Safe travels." With those words, Icarus turned his back to the man, allowing him to leave the town behind if that was his wish, and set his sights on his new destination.
  9. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    "There's something... not normal going on around here." The old man spoke in a hurried voice, leaning forward as his tone softened. It seemed as if he was scared of some passerby hearing him and halting him from disclosing whatever information he had become willing to give. "It's been going on for a little while now." He took a moment to look both left and right for anyone. As Icarus observed him he noted that the fear he felt had increased. He hadn't applied anything new to the illusion so he was left wondering why. "What exactly is it?" He questioned, drawing the bald man's attention back toward him. "No one knows what's causing it, you see? It just... started happening. And it's only gotten worse and worse. It started with the nightmares... Everyone started having them. Hardly anybody in town was getting any sort of sleep. Then people started... the best way I can put it is losing their minds. It was like they were getting dumber and dumber until they were just... zombie-like. Then the disappearances started." Icarus lifted both eyebrows at this statement as his arms tightened across his chest. "Disappearances?" "Yeah... People just started going missing. Some would pop back up, but they'd be like the other ones. Walking around like zombies. At this point, they're pretty much the inhabitants of this here town. Most everybody else has either disappeared or left, hard to tell the difference really. And the ones of us that are still here? Well, we're all planning on heading to new horizons. This stand right here was only going to be open for a few more days before I left myself." Icarus reached up and ran a thumb over the scar that marred his face, pondering the new information he had received. "What else can you tell me?" The old man hadn't heard of Meridia, and likely had never seen her. The disappearances of this man's town were likely nothing more than coincidence. Again though, no stones left unturned.
  10. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    The man's terrified visage shifted to the extended fingers, his breath hitching slightly in his throat as Icarus spoke once again, startling him. "Second. I told you that I heard some interesting rumors recently. I tracked their origin right here to this town. Those rumors pertain to that name, Meridia Spidervalley. She's my family and she's disappeared. Those rumors say that she's been sighted here multiple times. Your answer to the first question has me confused. It leaves very few possibilities. Either A) She's been here but not under her name, which doesn't work because the rumors explicitly stated her name. B) She hasn't been here but someone's been using her name which isn't possible because you say you've never heard that name before. Or C) Somebody's just lying. Which is it?" "Somebody's probably lying- it isn't me I swear, I swear!" The man responded, his sentence merging into another as Icarus stood back to his full height. "Listen, please, I've never heard that name before! Nobody new has come through these parts in some time either so I doubt that I've ever seen her!" Icarus released a disappointed breath. As expected this had all lead to a dead end. Pointless. "I guess that's it then." He spoke in a flat tone as he prepared to release the man back into the world of reality. The townsman, fearing for his life and expecting the worse to come from these words, threw his hand up to stop any sudden actions. "Wait! I don't anything about this Meridia person, but I do have some type of information I can give you if you'll let me live!" Icarus paused, slightly put off by the man's words until the realization of why dawned upon him. One of his eyebrows slowly raised as he crossed his arms over his chest. Better to take advantage of a situation when it presented itself to you. "I'm listening."
  11. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    A frown instantly set over Icarus' features. That had been a relatively quick shift from discussion to an almost definitive end to interaction. The likelihood that the others whom had set up stalls acting, in the same manner, was currently extremely high though, so there was little point in him giving up on his current endeavor. "Might I ask why?" Icarus questioned as he continued to stand in front of the elderly male's wares. The bald-headed individual made no indication whatsoever that he had heard the member of House Dali. "Really now? It's a simple question. I'm not asking for much." Again he was met with an awkward silence that caused him to take in a deep breath of air to help calm his irritated nerves. It would do him no favors to become angered in this situation. It was obvious at this point that he would get nowhere with this man with friendly actions. He was stubborn and tight-lipped on the subject Icarus wished to discuss without actually even breaching said matter. His jaw clenched quickly as his magical energy expelled from his body and moved to surround the other man. In moments it seemed as if, even though they were in the same environment, that they were in a different realm. "Look at me." Icarus spoke with authority with little fear of anyone hearing him and reacting aggressively. This was his illusion, his world. Only what he wanted to happen would as, despite the obviously stubborn nature of the older male, it was highly unlikely that he was strong of mind. As expected, the man's head turned in his direction as their eyes met to stare into one another. "Ignoring me isn't going to make me go away. I have a purpose and I'm going to see it through. Now, will you answer me willingly or do I need to persuade you." Icarus' voice became unnaturally deep with the last two words, inhuman, demonic even. His eyes filtered away from their typical color to entirely jet black as ghoulish shadows formed behind him, grasping viciously over his shoulders at the individual he had trapped in his illusion. The man's body became stiff with fear, Icarus could see the terror forming in his eyes as he struggled to grasp what was unfurling before him. "What... what is that!?" The Dali stared back in the face of the man's terror, unphased. He was completely encompassed with what was not reality. His brain registered danger when there was none. This was what he needed. "Will you answer my questions willingly or not?"
  12. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    It seemed that all attention within the vicinity was drawn towards him as he kept a slow, steady, pace. A few times he caught figures peering at him through windows from his peripheral vision, yet when he turned his gaze in their direction he was met with the sight of curtains being drawn shut. Icarus refused to let this perturb him though and kept his form overall relaxed. He knew instantly that he was an outsider and, apparently, that was something not welcome here. He didn't want to make such a situation anymore unruly by appearing aggressive in stature towards the locals. The silver-gold haired man made his way to one of the few stalls that had been constructed, softening his features and forcing a smile as to appear more friendly towards the elder man placed behind it. "Good morning." Icarus spoke, trying to make his voice as pleasant as possible. The older man seated behind the stall gave him a particularly critical eye, looking over his form from head to toe and back again. He had yet to say a word and still Icarus could sense that the man was already skeptical of him. "What can I do you for..?" He questioned as he sunk lower on his chair, his arms coming to cross over his chest. Icarus took a moment to note that the sun shined off of the man's bald head and also cast shadows over his eyes as his wrinkled brow furrowed in thoughts of some sort. "If I'm being honest with you," Icarus returned evenly, uncaring of the unwelcoming vibe that was being transmitted through the other male's voice, "I heard some interesting rumors that came from here. I was hoping to learn the validity of them." "Then I'm afraid that's something I can't right help you with." The older man's eyes moved away from Icarus, and his posture gave the impression that he no longer recognized the Dali's existence.
  13. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    Icarus had been irritable when he had dispatched from the Dali Estate, to say the least. He was operating on just a few precious hours of sleep and the stress of the events unfolding around Meridia's disappearance was proving to be taking a toll. In addition to this, it had proven to be something of a challenge to be allowed to partake in his self-appointed journey as suspects and evidence had been gathered post-tragedy. A harsh expression had settled over his facial features, his jaw clenching and unclenching in rapid succession. His eyes had been set forward on the track before him and the purpose at the end of it. Icarus had hardly felt the distance between his home and the destination at all. With his influx of turbulent thoughts, it was almost as if he simply appeared at the origin of the rumors, though this obviously wasn't the case. His eyes had scanned the town, if you could call it such, with disappointment and surprise. It was, for lack of better terms, was beginning to appear run down. It wasn't the sort of decay that had been accumulated over long periods of neglect though. No, this was an obviously recent change to the environment he now found himself in. The flora was still relatively kempt and domesticated animals continued to roam around the homes diligently. The paint that coated said homes were still vibrant, and the structures themselves were still mostly intact. He spotted a few broken windows, but even this was new as the glass sat on the very surface of the Earth with no collected dust. Icarus stood silently on the outskirts of this town, simply observing for some time. Every once in a while a person would exit their house, to collect something nearby or travel to one of the other buildings. The only ones that seemed to stay outside for a prolonged amount of time were those that set up stands to sell wares, though they seemed to draw no business whatsoever. There was no Meridia in sight, and no reason to believe that she was here at all. Still, Icarus could decipher the suspicious aura that radiated from the area. He had to completely rule out all possibilities pertaining to the tragedy plaguing his home. With a long exhale of air he stepped forward and made his way inside of the town.
  14. Token

    A Matter of Illusions

    There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact. Why? It's simple. You know the truth, or at the very least you believe that you know the truth. Walking into any situation with that sense of knowledge almost guarantees that you will not be searching for anything beneath the surface of what you believe you know. It is in that moment that you become susceptible to any unexpected surprise and your obvious fact is liable to begin falling apart. A lone figure traveled briskly in complete silence, each of their footfalls bringing them closer and closer to their destination. The estates of House Dali. Icarus Moonwalker Dali had been absent from the premises for some time, a few weeks to be exact. With the disappearance of Meridia Spidervalley had come turmoil. It seemed as though many had tried to get a handle on the situation in any way that they felt they could. Icarus himself was no exception to this. Those that fell under the banner of House Dali were his family, and he would gladly lay his life down to protect any one of them. By extension, he would do everything within the realms of possibility to ensure their safety. With any event such as disappearances, rumors are bound to begin circulating. Gossip worked much in the ways of plague, after all, spreading from one person to the next. As such, it came as no surprise when rumors persisted that Meridia Spidervalley had been sighted in various locations. They were all leads that would undoubtedly become dead ends, this was certain in situations such as a disappearance. Nevertheless, Icarus felt as if no stone should be left unturned when it comes to such a matter. Meridia was a Dali, and for so long as there was the slightest chance she might be found he would leave no stone unturned. As Icarus drew closer to his home his mind rewound through his journey, as it had the entire distance to the Dali Estate. When he had left to follow rumors he had been searching for a particular thing or lack thereof. It was due to this that he had found himself blindsided, trapped in a situation that had nothing to do with his family's disappearance and everything to do about territory. His thoughts drifted further, and as he continued his path he felt as if he was at the beginning of this entire debacle all over again...
  15. Allric watched as another male began to vacate the tavern. He had taken note of the man's eyes as his own continuously roamed the room. They were certainly unique and stood out more than perhaps any other pair of eyes Allric had ever encountered. It was almost as if behind those eyes there was another world altogether. They were intriguing to be sure, yet Allric had learned long ago to kill his curiosity as it was born. After all, the starry eyed man was not the only person of interest within the establishment. Within the typical rubble of drunkards two others almost demanded attention just from their sheer presence alone. They had an air of power that encased them. Even from where he sat he could smell that that air was contaminated with the stench of death and decay though. When he was young he would have been enamoured by them. There was little doubt he would have approached them, unable to quell his thirst for knowledge. He wasn't that young and full of optimism anymore. The last of his ale poured down his throat before his mug slammed onto the bar counter, his hand gripping the handle tightly turning his knuckles white. That thought made him realize how naked he felt. It wasn't because of his armor. No, he hadn't donned his battle garb since he had become disgraced. It was his arm, his spear and sword. They were hidden a mere thirty seconds away, yet it felt a much larger distance. They completed him in a way he understood, but didn't know if he could explain. His mind wondered to the last words he had heard the unique eyed man speak, I keep forgetting things. A novel idea. His index finger tapped the rim of his mug as he stared towards the door. "Stronger."
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