Fantasy RPG Forum - Standing Trials

4th Ymiden, 718

"Disgusting, isn't it Drake?" the cloaked Avriel spoke as he walked through Almund, talking to the crow that sat nicely on his shoulder. Of course, he didn't expect a response from the bird, it was merely there to talk to and at times fight. While Drake was in no way a combatant bird, the Blight had bigger plans for the creature. One Crow would not be enough for the man, not for what he had planned. But as of right now Drake was the only pet the Avriel needed. After all, he wasn't a good conversationalist, but the bird could listen - and Draven rarely had someone to talk to.

"Humans gather here, sit and eat, fuck and sleep - all in this small town. It almost makes me sick" he rasped with a sharp and vicious voice, deep green eyes looking out at the men and women around him. While Almund was more to the mans liking than most other places, it was still more populated than he would like. Draven couldn't explain what it was, but something about most of the people around filled him with hate. Sighing lightly in to the evening light, he turned and walked towards a small alleyway, resting against the wall in it.

A loud caw left the mouth of the Crow, a smirk creeping on to the Avriels face. "Agreed" he muttered, no care if anyone could hear him talking to a bird. Whatever Drake said, he was certain that it was something that the Blight would agree with. It wouldn't be far-fetched to imagine that the bird was speaking poorly of the people around. After all, with the time it spent with Draven, some cynicism would have to have been picked up.

Lowering his cloak for a few trills, Draven let the air blow over his feathers again. While the outfit wasn't uncomfortable, the man had to admit to hating the need to hide his appearance from those that didn't look too close. Even some people would notice, but something about the use of clothes made the outfit seem more friendly. Under the cloak, however, was the same rag that was always worn. Perhaps men and women assumed the Blight was a slave? That thought made the man scoff. As if he could be enslaved.

Glancing back for a trill, Draven saw a silhouette approach, a smirk on his face. Perhaps he could have some fun on this trial.

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As the strange figure approached, Draven noticed the dagger in her hands, glimmering in the darkness of the alley. What had started as a smirk became an audible chuckle, the hideous beast looking to the evidently womanly figure as she came closer. "Pretty little dagger for a pretty little girl. You plan on killing someone with that?" he said, audible enough that anyone around the edges of the alley could hear him, his voice slithering through the small street and making it's way in to the ears of a few around.

"Such nice wings, too" he started, looking over her white wings before moving his own a little as if to display them. The figure had already seen his form in almost all of its nightmare-inducing glory, why not show off just a little? After all, the girl was blessed to be in the presence of the Blight for however long her life lasted. Some died within five minutes of seeing that face, and most never saw the face at all. Death was the mans art, and he was renowned for making some of the most beautiful pictures Idalos had ever seen. Every death, after all, would send a message.

I'm coming for you, Edasha. First the mortals, then you.

As the shadow came close enough, Draven waited patiently, his talons in front of him and his back stood up straight. Horrific wings spread across the alley while dark, pestilent eyes glared over the women. This man was, to most, a disease. A plague on their towns, a monster that would take their family and slaughter them mercilessly. Any that had seen him knew his name, and some that hadn't heard of it. While not many spoke of him, the few victims he let live would speak his name for the rest of eternity.

"Well, little girl. Now it is just us, and the street knows what might happen down this alleyway. While I doubt many would miss me, let me ask you this."

"Is that a risk you're willing to take?"