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[h1][b][i][color=Gold]Rhys Asher[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/378688333867646976/422255485312565259/df0f62f8c2142e8ad9d0dec68836d9f6.png[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Gold]Location: Wizard Way[/color][/center]
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Ernie looked at Rhys, flabbergasted. "What is it with you and pulling me into alleyways?!" Ernie exclaimed. While he had been genuinely glad to see Rhys last time, this entire routine was getting a bit old. "Ya can't keep doin' this, mate... If I were you, I'd just go talk to Miss Rincewind. She's a bit cold but I think she'd go easy on you," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Especially with that boy of hers always around... Muller or something..."

	[color=Gold]"I'd pull you into a lovely young widow's bower if one was conveniently on hand, but we work with what we have."[/color] Rhys replied tartly, as he steered Ernie along. [color=Gold]"And 'Miss' Rincewind's apprentice just threw his little tunic on the ground after coming out of Messenger Rat's office. You don't happen to know anything about that do you?"[/color] If he had an eyebrow, which he usually had at least fake ones these days, they would rise in question at the shorter Wizard. [color=Gold]"And Ernie, you know I don't look fondly on that woman. Nor she me, I would suspect."[/color]

	Ernie shook his head a bit. "Honestly, man, I don't reckon she has much of an opinion of you... Not to be rude or anythin' but... It's like she's a big pretty cat, right? And you're just a little worm trying to swim in the Moat. Ya just don't have an impact on her life," he pointed out to his friend. He thought about what Rhys said about the apprentice, before Ernie started to gasp, his chest feeling like it was about to explode. He gripped his friend tightly, his veins bulging. His eyes turned pure black. "Bring me to the Mistress of Chaos," he commanded, but his voice sounded ancient and worn. "I MUST HAVE HER!"

	Whatever Rhys had been expecting it wasn't for Ernie to start manifesting this particular being. While he had been about to deliever a blistering lecture to the man about the fact that, he, Rhys Asher was no 'little worm trying to swim in the Moat' it seemed a more damning punishment had come about. One that was certain death. For Rhys knew of no way to stop the Elder God of Chthon, the God of Dark Arts and Chaos [b]Magyk[/b], from taking over the Wizard's body. It would be troublesome to loose the man, but he decided to point this out to the God, respectfully of course. [color=Gold]"It would be my pleasure, however you are killing your host. He cannot sustain you it appears. Which is rather troublesome for me."[/color] For Rhys had a good idea of who the God was looking for, or at least who he could dump the being on. [color=Gold]"I do rather need my inside man, of sorts. There's also the problem if you can survive to reach the Mistress of Chaos."[/color] He stated taking a good step out of reach with a polite bow.

	Unfortunately, Rhys gave Chthon an excellent idea. His current host was not built to last. He smiled sickly at Rhys. "You will do," he then said, letting go of Ernie. Ernie crumbled to the ground in a pile of dust, before the strange force suddenly overwhelmed Rhys and entered him. It would feel like a parasite had just come into his body. Yet while Ernie had not been strong enough, Rhys was - at least for the time being. [i]You are mine now,[/i] Chthon's voice whispered from the back of Rhys' head. Rhys would sense that he was still in charge - at least for now. But when would that change?

	The Rogue Wizard cursed soundly as he felt that horrid force overwhelm him and enter into his being. It was as if he had just swallowed a tapeworm. The thought shuddered through him as Chthon whispered that Rhys was his now. While Rhys was firmly against the idea, he did know he had the disadvantage. Something he didn't like at all. [i][color=Gold]"For now. I will be of far more use to you and myself if you let me, and help me, remain alive. For that My Lord-"[/color][/i] The Wizard pointed out with cool and icy logical dislike. A bit of sucking up didn't hurt at this point didn't hurt either. [color=Gold][i]"We need more power. Something to augment my strength. Plus there's also the problem of the [b]Sicknesse[/b] within me. Unless you can do something about that and I shall take you to your Mistress of Chaos all the faster."[/i][/color] The Wizard pointed out as he began to spell to teleport him to the Badlands. Reasoning that if he was fully better- and if this God could manage that it would benefit them both and give Rhys more time to figure something out. Because if Rhys had to admit what he never would? He was terrified.

	Chthon laughed inside of Rhys' head. Rhys' hair turned a brilliant shade of white, his pupils becoming red instead of their normal darkened green. Chthon was transforming his host's body. Rhys would no longer feel the [b]Sickenesse[/b] - which was all the more a problem. [i]Do you understand now, boy?[/i] Chthon taunted.

	Rhys studied his reflection in the metal of his blade. [color=Gold]"Troublesome. Though I suppose the ladies will find me exotic now."[/color] He chuckled softly at the realization. Chthon was the Sickenesse in a sense. The so called disease was a small manifestation of the Elder God. [color=Gold]"Oh, I approve... I approve greatly."[/color] Finishing the spell to teleport to the Badlands and near the Port Wytches' Safe House. When you had an Elder God, it seemed the Witch Mother was the one to go to.

	[i]Do you need help seducing women? I've had a good many in my time. The original Scarlet Witch...[/i] Chthon was still just chuckling. When Rhys looked at his reflection, he could see the elder god like a shadow behind him. He was extraordinary lucky - he was a perfect merge with the chaos god. Rhys would then feel extreme hunger. His [b]Magyk[/b] would work without a flaw. [i]HUNGRY.[/i]

	[color=Gold]"If I needed help with woman, I'd be the sorry husk you destroyed. "[/color] Rhys pointed out with amusement. taking his time wandering towards Fleur's domain. He was getting a feel of sorts for this Elder God, as much as a feel he could get for one. [color=Gold]"The issue is we both have things we desire. You require your Mistress of Chaos and life forces. I require to remain living and in control."[/color] He didn't trust this being, nor did Rhys really care for what was going on. He didn't like this constant threat. He didn't want this Elder God grasping him, but there was little choice. So he would deal with it. He would do what he could with it, and he would damn well see what Fleur knew about this. And if she didn't know anything... He'd see what this Elder God could help him do.

	[i]HUNGRY![/i] the elder god insisted again. It was getting to be unbearable. The more Chthon demanded to be fed, the more it would dominate Rhys' thoughts. At the mention of the Mistress of Chaos, the image of a young looking brunette swarmed into Rhys' mind. He would know that the woman was the granddaughter of Odin, supposedly the product of a union between a goddess and a wizard. It would not, however, be clear if Chthon wished to absorb her and use her as a host - or if he sought companionship.

	Rhys cursed soundly as he saw no one in all the Badlands. Which was reasonable. [color=Gold][b]"Dissapear, Reapear, Somewhere else, Take me there, Take me to the alley[/b]"[/color] Rhys muttered. It would be best to seek out a life force before he reached Fleur, who was in no way that Mistress of Chaos. If he was able to transpot back he slipped through the alleys looking for someone suitable. Someone who he could draw away into a private corner. Spying a child, he smiled at the brat and waved with teasing fingers. [color=Gold]"[b]Obscure the child, Scream screen about the brat. Come to me, small one. Heed my Call."[/b][/color] He hated what he was about to do, but what else could he do? He's get some wench pregnant, make sure he raised another to replace this one.

	The little girl walked over to Rhys, looking up at him. She had one green eye and one blue eye, just like Fayard. However, unlike Fayard, her eyes were partially clouded over. She was blind and looked to be without any family. "Hello?" her small voice called out, not afraid.

	Rhys paused, looking at the child. Resting a hand on her head. She had potential, a useful tool for later, if there was a later, for she would have Magyk. [color=Gold][b]"Go You where I Send, Tarry not until the End, Stay you where I Tell, Mark You This and Mark it Well. Spells all on you shall end when you reach Number 13 Snake Slipway. Tell my dear that I've found the answer to our troubles, and remain there yourself. There will be warmth and a bed and food all for you."[/b][/color] He whispered to the girl, patting her on the head and sending her on her way. Silently speaking to the God. [color=Gold][i]"She will be of more use later. Either as a tool or a emergency source of life. We are in a city. There will be others we can snap up, plenty of useless pampered sheep."[/i][/color] A cold calculation in his voice as he slipped his hood over is hair and sought out a tavern. Keeping sharp eye for anyone he could lure away.

	The god growled in frustration, having been denied its meal. The little girl was gone and he needed to be fed. [i]HUNGRY![/i] the god repeated. Its patience was growing thin and it may very well just take control of Rhys at this rate if it was not fed. The god took control of just one of Rhys' legs, not strong enough to do more, and began to drag him out of the alley and into the street, whether Rhys cooperated or not. It was a comical sight, as if Rhys were limping. 

	[i]THERE![/i] The god spied a group outside of the Gothyk Grotto.

	[color=Gold]"Agreed."[/color] Rhys snarled in annoyance as he was dragged into the street via one leg. Striding towards the group the rogue studied them. Observing the prey. Pausing behind them he chuckled slightly. [color=Gold]"My, my. What little children get up to now a days."[/color] He smiled at the young adults and grasped one on the shoulder. [color=Gold]"Why don't we have some fun?"[/color] He offered with a sly smile.

	The boy wearing an excessive amount of eye liner grinned at Rhys. "Yeah man, it'll cost ya two crowns," he said. Well, it was the oldest profession after all! 

Rhys traced a hand along the boy's chin. [color=Gold]"Five crowns each. For all of you, I'm hosting a bit of a party."[/color] Rhys crooned as he smiled charmingly at the group. Gesturing them to follow even as he marked their faces.