The Search For Knowledge
Nalirar started to wander in the sewers alone after Vayl left, thinking to himself. He let out a heavy sigh.
"Dakkru's will be done. That is the most I can ask for," Nalirar finally decided on, looking down an empty hall, only the sound of sewage running past disturbing his thoughts. He had taken his life's work, two Tomes on Dakkru and worship to the goddess, and had given them away for free to a klyros book seller in Yliakum named Dermathil.
"The original copies are never to be sold, they contain power," Nalirar said. "But it is crucial that the people of Yliakum understand Dakkru, for who she really is. We must spread her faith, not fear of it."
Nalirar looked down the river of waste for a few moments, letting the sound drown out his thoughts and senses. When he looked back up a ynnwn in a mask stood at the end of he hall, clapping, "Congratulations Nalirar," he said in a harsh tone, muffled partially by the mask itself, "You've managed to be a more effective annoyance than we ever thought someone of your age could."
With a frown, Nalirar opened his mouth to speak. Before he could utter a word Demoik grabbed his neck, slamming his weak body against the wall, "You really don't understand do you?" He started to laugh again while all Nalirar could do is watch, wide-eyed as he gasped frantically for breath, his weak arms clawing at Demoik's own, all attempts futile. "Do you think it was by chance that I met Saiix when I did, right after you two became aquatinted? Or that he had skill in dark magic, you had access to dark crystal, and I had a plan and a means to achieve it? You will die, Saiix will die, we will win. The gate will be ours, those books of yours will be ours, and there is nothing you can do to stop it."
Without another word, Nalirar's head slumped over. Demoik let go, his body falling weakly to the ground.
It was to that last statement that Demoik swore. And now, he was almost finished. Nalirar and Saiix were killed, the gate had served its only purpose, and now there was only one task left before he was rewarded. He only needed Nalirar's books, the task that had proven itself most complicated.
"I must depart to Oja. You will stay here and make your prey come to you Demoik. Deliver our message to the people and they will deliver to you Dermathil."
The words repeated in Demoik's mind and he knew what he had to do. He waited, standing in the sewers, among the rats, among the filth, in his own home, blades strapped to his side. His feet stood bare in the muck, his lungs breathing in the stale air, flesh exposed to the stench, only a loincloth covering a small portion of his body. Staring at the ground, he saw what disgusted him, looking at everything with a sense of repulse but also with familiarity...
When he saw a klyros approach he put all these feelings aside, now focusing on the task at hand. Esorono walked up to him, he gave the man a nod, hoping to himself, that this would be the one.
"May I help you," Esorono asked, tone polite enough. He kept his eyes on the ynnwn, the only thing standing in-between himself and the exit.
Demoik nodded slightly, eyes still on Esorono, "Actually you can...You see, I'm looking for something I cannot find and I could use your help." He raises a brow, "If you'd be willing. Perhaps you know others of your race around Hydlaa? One specifically has a few possessions of mine I'd like to get back." Demoik casually took a few steps to the left, now directly in front of the exit, "His name is Dermathil."
Esorono gave a nod back, "I know him. I usually see him near Harnquist, but not in many other places."
"I see....Well, when next you see him, give him a message. From me. He was given three books a while ago, written by a man named Nalirar Kauge before his death. These books need to be returned to their proper place now."
To this the klyros nodded again and then Demoik continued, "Ah, you've got all that then? Good. Now if you could...There is one other thing I need help with." He started to smile slightly now before going on, "You see...it's another message...this one to the people of Hydlaa." His hands then moved towards his sword hilt, grabbing one of the broadswords with fingers tensed, "It is a message of terror and I'll leave it on your body." Demoik pulled the broadsword loose from its sheaf, from flowed a power. Might moved through him, his muscles tensing, enhanced, cruel smile on his face as he pointed the blade down to the floor, "Fear." Then, licking his lips he ran at Esorono for his first strike.
Quickly, the klyros opens his wings, text seeming to be written on them. In moments he casts a spell of rock armor to protect himself. As the blade made contact it greatly reduced the blow but as Demoik pulled it away Esorono still had a slight head wound. Responding through pain, the klyros animated his own shadow, claws reaching up and slashing and Demoik's chest, making a rough cut to the side as he jumped back, blood puddling on the floor. The ynnwn observed his own wound with wide eyes, "Ah, so you've got some fight in you after all?" As Esorono reached fro his morning start Demoik continued, hand on his other blade hilt, "For this I will crush you." Drawing his other blade from the sheath, power flowed into him again, muscles become larger, to a more frightening size, veins popping as he lifted both blades up. When the power settled he was muscular to a disgusting point, very much disfiguring.
Esorono blinked, taking a few steps back. When he did his foot backed into a rats and, involuntarily looking back at it for a moment he nodded to himself before turning his eyes back to Demoik. Hand out, he syphoned the energy out of the rat, it's life, to restore some of his own strength. Demoik, lifting both blades up horizontally and placing them together like scissors he ran at Esorono, both blades slicing the opposite way at contact, Esorono managing to dodge one only by putting himself in the way of another, the blades tip piercing through a bit of his flesh and across his torso, leaving him to drop to the ground. Before Demoik could react again the klyros reached out, animating Demoik's own shadow, forcing him to jump back, blades at the ready. Unable to hold it much longer, Esorono let the shadow drop to the floor, clenching his own wound.
"Not a bad shadowcaster are you then boy," Demoik said, "Just not good enough."
To this Esorono smiled, gathering up some of his last reserves of mana, casting another spell while he spoke, "I'm a fairly dark klyros. I can also play with the mind."
Demoik let out a cruel laugh, shaking his head, "Boy...You know nothing of darkness. I know men who would laugh at your spells. The truly dark are returning now, slowly but surely and this will be one of the first cities to burn." His laughter however was cut short, Esorono's spell activiating, loud screeching sounds errupting in his head. He dropped his blades, muscles fading as he held his head tightly for a few moments before getting the sounds to subside. Then, with anger on his face he picked both broadswords up, sheathing them, "For that....I'll show you something special as well. For that....I'll make you suffer boy."
It was the klyros' turn to laugh, "Can't suffer if I die can I?"
"Oh, but you can...You don't know yet...We are everywhere. We are infiltraters....Invaded ever pore of this world and beyond...You'll see us in the realm of death....There is no doubt....The battle there has already started."
Slowly, Esorono struggled to stand, still bleeding, "There are more like you?"
"You don't know the half of it boy. As I said before...I've a message for you to deliver. The Harrow, long gone, comes now to take all under its shadow, to crush this world with the weight of our suffering. The time of endings is upon you. Now it is my time to leave you here...But first allow me a parting spell of my own..."
He held up a single finger, energy gathering at its tip, "A boy like you could never understand...Long ago I left the menial chore of fighting mortals.." At the tip of his finger a single dot of light glowed, energy still flowing into it, "No, now I fight gods!" He raised his finger up, the energy spastic, ready to burst, "Point of Divinity." From the point bright streaks of light emerged, bouncing and scattering all over the walls, filling the area around them with bright light.
Demoik, Do you know why I chose you? Why I chose to liberate you from that life of fanaticism? Because you knew it as well as I did, you were destined for greatness. Never look back to your origins, no. While you may have been born in filth you were born a deity among those who would succumb to their life. I chose you because I knew your fate. One day you will rise, the flesh will disappear, the ethereal will take its place. You will ascend to immortality with me.
In this world there are only two men of virture, two heros Demoik, you and I. Together we will sit on the topmost throne, together we will rule in the sky.
Bright energy streaks moved everywhere. As the light faded Demoik himself seemed to have escaped with it, only a few drops of blood left where he was standing.
[In response to you garoninja, random times. Its best if you find me on IRC which I'm trying to frequent more often and just ask if I'd like to RP or send me a query to ask if I'm up to anything.]