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Thessir

"You don't have to pretend. I know what real madness looks like. I'll introduce you to my older brother someday and you can take notes,"

Thessir looked up at what little of the strange fish lady who introduced herself in a name much too superfluous he could see past the rim of his hat. He'd just call her Miss Seventhfourth for short.

"I'm not pretending to be mad."

He answered back in what was servicable Sirenian, largely coming across as a series of whistles and clicks to those not versed in the aquatic language. While not a full polyglot Thessir's had plenty of run-ins with interesting folk from just about everywhere.

Meanwhile the one lady was trying to out-dog the dog while the big bird lady made a flap and spoke of arrows which sing. All of it mattered little as the true host arrived, at least that's what she sounded like. The strange hooded lady spoke to the lot of them, speaking of a university of sorts. What was interesting was that her voice seemingly surrounded them. Perhaps it wasn't around them at all but rather inside them? More interesting however were the implications of her words. She spoke of former sages, those figures of hype and legend.

Thessir strode over to the fountain, wind mingling with the tail of his coat, and set his left boot up upon the lip of the fountain.

"Alaz! Ourrr venerrrable hozt makez herrr appearanziz!"

He proclaimed, leaning on the fountain with his foot. With a wry grin he lifted the edge of his hat with the index finger of his right hand, lifting up enough to see her now revealed face, well, somewhat revealed. She wore a veil but it didn't really cover the more telling of features such as her horns or unearthly eyes.

"Zzzo," He opened, engaging the stranger stranger with talk. "Out weeth thee old, een weeth the new hm? I havel but a szimple queztion." He gestured to her with the hand not currently holding up his hat as he asked.

"Dead, Gone or zzimply tirrred of a dayz work are they?"
Thessir

When three was one, one became four, became two.

Two became three, became five. Five became many.

Yikes. Too many in Thessir's opinion. Who invited a school of fish to this tea party? He wondered. He looked all around him, his face shrouded as she scanned about. He could only see them all from the waist down due to the rim of his hat however most of what they could see was hat past the collar. Looking under would provide only a vague silhouette of his head thanks to the shroud of darkness such a big hat provided. Those who were looking for it would just barely be able to make out his cheshire grin.

His shoulders were relaxed. The wind playfully mingled with his dark mop of hair. His coat swayed with the breeze. The sunlight was anemic, hardly shining the cloud covered skies of this land. It was as if even the sun could see the scars of the corruption still fresh on the land just outside this little fenced off place. It was a dim day, the air cool against his skin. It was cooler than he liked, than what he was now used to.

He saw a lot of somebodies but the certain somebody who he was here to meet was sure nobody among the somebodies around, as far as he could see that is. At the very least the elfin bloke answered his query.

"I'm sorry, I don’t follow... the name’s Lydrim, how should I address you?"

Thessir leaned forward, more than he was anyways, and cocked his head slightly with an expression of mock confusion for what little of it they could see right then under his hat.

"Aa... Drezs? I um, I can, ah, drezs myzelfez juzt fine, thankz."

Thessir punctuated the end of his joke with a short uncertain chuckle. He then stuck his leg out straight and turned like a weathervane. Falling forward a bit he landed with an odd thunk from his big brown boot before dragging his other leg under him 'till he was standing straight once more. He was now facing the rest of them.

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"Hyello."

He greeted them. "Hyolo" He greeted them again, differently this time. "He'll low."

"Hellohellohellohelohelohellhellhellhell!O!"

He flung his arms out to each side, greeting each and everyone at once. All the while he had not raised his head, not enough to see their chests and higher past his hat's rim. As suddenly as it happened he dropped his arms to his side and started over towards the onyx building, teetering from left to right and back with each step he took. He looked up at it, taking in the sight of this relatively short structure.

"Neat Ztuff." He remarked, followed by a pause.

"It'z almozt az eef thyiz garden eezn't completely empty!"

What followed could only really be described as maniacle cackling. He laughed way harder at his own joke than any joke warranted. Wrapping his arms around himself he held his sides, his chorus of laughter bordering on the absurd. While his sentiment was true it really wasn't THAT funny, even to him.

But he would laugh. The real joke was yet to be played. With his head forward as he cackled his hat was leaned so that while they could only see the back of his head he could look and see them in full. He cast what was both a brief and secretive glance behind him, gauging the reactions of the crowd at his back before turning back to resume his character. The laughter died down and there he simply stood, head down and arms hanging limply at his sides.
@BCTheEntity I think Discord servers are usually quite handy mediums of instant communication.

Also, The character I'm currently making up is a young mutant from Nevada who's come into possession of dangerous experimental nanotechnology and is after revenge on the corporation that killed her family in pursuit of their property. Your thoughts on the premise?
This roleplay looks fairly interesting. I'll see to writing up a character with the hopes it's sufficient for a spot among the Murderous Five.
The cool wind swept across the swaying palm trees, it's touch as smooth as silk to those it flowed across.

His hammock rocked gently to the ebbing of the winds. There Thessir laid, fast asleep under the noonday sun. He was fully dressed with the exception of his big brown boots which were two sizes larger than his feet at the least and his backpack which was really more of a sack cloth held together with wooden rods and cloth fastenings. His big brimmed hat was set pretty much over his face, the black headwear shielding him from the sun's annoyingly bright rays.

Over the sound of the trees and Thessir's snoring was the distance caw of a macaw. Approaching his site a brightly colored parrot carried what appeared to be a sort of note in it's claws. The bird flew down, landing on a sort of stick set out for it to land on. Dropping the note by what was essentially his mail box, though box is a misnomer since it really is just a stick that's appropriately shaped for parrots to land on, The bird sat on the makeshift perch and waited a short bit for him to come get his mail. When he didn't move from his resting spot it decided to announce itself.

"Craw! Mail Delivery! Craw!" It hollered with it's characteristically shrill yet croaky voice.

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Thessir stirred from his rest only slightly. It wasn't until the bird continued to beak off at him that he roused from his slumber.

"Hhh... Who sendz mail at this ungodly hour of the day?" He complained as he shifted about in his attempt to rise from the hammock. Being a light fellow it was quite easy to slip off the sometimes treacherously balanced bed arrangement that was the hammock. He even managed to keep the hat up on his head which was good because there wasn't a cloud in the sky and he didn't have his blindfold on.

Staggering blearily across the sandy beach he gave a long straining yawn as he rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes. He managed to get to the mail post without tripping over his own feet, an accomplishment for someone who was definitely not a morning person even if it wasn't even morning. Stooping over he picked up the envelope and eyed it over, looking for any identifying print or insignia. As he looked the envelope over the bird took this as it's cue to skedaddle and left back for the village post master.

The envelope had no address and the seal was a symbol he did not recognize. In that short moment he went from sleepy to intrigued. With that he cracked the wax open and freed the letter from it's papery trappings. His eyes rolled over the words, scrutinizing each sentence upon the stationery.

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It was not a welcoming message. An invitation that much was certain but he took no mirth from the words it contained. It spoke of events it shouldn't of known, COULDN'T of known. But how? Mystery was afoot.

"Guess it's time to solve a mystery." He confirmed out loud, speaking largely to himself. Heading back to his rudimentary shelter aka a few sticks and palm leaves arranged to keep things dry during a rainfall he picked up his meager few belongings and set forth towards the quaint fishing village he called neighbors.

"So you're sure he'll get the letter right? I cannot return empty handed you know."

A man dressed a darkly colored herald's uniform argued with the post master, a rather plainly dressed fellow. Behind them rows of birdcage's sat, the homes of the messengers he trained.

"Yeah. Don't stress out, I sent my best bird." The post master responded with his usual air of casualness. He just assumed the man was making big bones out of a small issue, not something unusual for folks from outside the village. The herald seemed to carry this task with the impression of utmost importance but that was pretty much always the case with these sorts.

There was a sudden tapping on the herald's right shoulder. He looked over to the right in mild surprise, only to see nothing. Turning back to face the post master there was now tapping on his left shoulder. He looked over his left shoulder, this time faster than the first, but still no sign of the culprit. Attempting to be clever the herald waited, feigning ignorance for the moment, before whipping right around.

"Aha! Got you- Wait, where?!" Before him was still nothing, not a sign of anyone. As he turned around however there was someone right in front between him and the post master, causing him to stumble back and briefly cry out in surprise.

"Hahahaha! You sure got'em!" The post master laughed heartily at the joke Thessir had pulled on the herald.

"W-who dares-"

"Szo, retuuurrrn to szzzenderrr hmm?" Thessir cut him off with his weird accented insertion, presenting the envelope he had recieved. The herald found his current train of thought halted by the new evidence presented.

"A- ah, you must be Thessir. Erm, yes we are to return to the sender. That is correct." He straightened himself out, resuming a finer posture. "At your earliest convenient opportunity we shall leave for the sky ports. Do take care to not linger too long, my employer seeks your audience before too long."

"Ooo, szkyzship huh? How fanzy." Thessir remarked, tucking the letter back into his coat. "Dizpell your worriez. I havez no intenshun of leavin' your employer szitting on hiz handz. Let uz move on for I am eager to meet thiz perzon." Thessir strode over to the door and gestured to the open aperture with his natural left hand. "Zshall we?"

Sparing little time the herald and Thessir both left the wooden shack and proceeded down the beach up the winding path towards the port town.

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Through the streets of padded earth Thessir let the herald lead on, the two proceeding up to the docks and over to the only airship dock in town. After all, the island of Akilos did not lay in the path of any major airship trade routes and being water bound only helped to further remove it from notice by most. It largely subsisted on it's fishing supply and trade with poorer water bound vessels.

After some walking they reached the ladder up to the dock where the airship awaited. A large wooden vessel shaped not unlike a caravel was tethered to a post, anchoring it to the long wooden walkway. Instead of masts it possessed three large balloons, crew members assigned to specific torches & bellows which served to control the heat of the air therein. As the herald and his guest of honor approached the side of the ship the crew needed no signal to proceed, hoisting up a length of boards nailed together into a walkway, complete with hand rails for added safety. The hooks at the bottom of the board hooked onto the knee-high railing at the side of the dock, keeping the planks in place for those coming aboard.

Thessir chuckled a little, looking up at the ship with a bit of a smirk as the sea fresh wind tussled with his loose black hair.

"Something amuses you sir?" The herald questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

"Just the whimz of the zea." Thessir spoke distantly, focused more on the ship than the one talking. It was a small lie of course. Some years ago he wouldn't of been able to conjure up a clear image of the sky, let alone an air ship. Now here he was, looking upon one of the first air ships he's seen. It was a common sight for the crew but for him it was quite the wonder. Even though he had already read up on the principles behind how they operate it was still something else to witness such a large mechanical spectacle with his own eyes. It amused him that he was going to be riding one of these things now too, a Nyxian of all creatures taking to the skies. Not a common sight indeed.

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Thessir was given his own cabin and rode with relative comfort on route to the destination of the letter's sender. Sailing over Tenebra was no pleasant sight as fields of twisted or decayed plant life were the only things to witness up to the horizon for many miles. Come the second day however they approached a dock. It was the strangest thing, a lone sky dock in the middle of nowhere in a blighted land. Nonetheless the ship eased down from the sky before anchoring themselves to the dock.

With the walkway down Thessir stepped off the ship, albeit pensively. Even if he knew the air was no longer unbreathable there were many stories of old down below which spoke the many dangers that riddled the surface. His breathing was slow just in case the air he was taking in was poisoning him.

"While caution is always recommended I think you should know that the way is safe. The path has been cleared to make way for you and your cohort's arrivals." The herald assured him. Thessir gave a simple nod, pressing forward with little desire to linger. Whoever said it's sometimes best to stop and smell the roses clearly has never tried to smell a Nosebiter Tulip.

It was not long before they arrived, their destination obvious as it was the only thing around not composed of ruin or rot. The gate was adorned with a metal relief of a dragon ornately fused to it. Around many of the bars and across the tops of the cold stone walls were long thorned vines, the stems of overgrown roses and briar. Thessir took in these sights with a scrutinizing eye before the herald opened the gate for him.

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As Thessir stepped inside the herald began to close the gates behind him.

"Not going to join uz?" He turned, questioning the man without necessarily judging him for it.

"Afraid so. I musn't trespass any farther but please do enjoy your stay. As for I, I shall return to the ship." And with that the herald had bid his farewell, turning to leave the site once the gate was closed.

Thessir himself turned back to the interior of the walled location and observed an odd set up. It seemed these walls housed a lush and verdant garden, replete with many types of flowers along with stranger structures. In the center stood a fountain in the shape of a siren. Within it's hands it held what seemed to be a glass sphere, six gems housed within. In the corners of this hexagonal courtyard were six different decorative features, each indicating a different element for their space. There was a large crystal which contained a sort of light, a pillar of water which seemed to stand perfectly well on it's own, a large oak tree, a mound of volcanic soil, a standing cylinder of clouds which remain in place instead of dispersing as they typically do and lastly a strange building wrought of onyx. Lines of color themed flower bushes divided each of these decorations, the colors synced to the related element of their corner.

In the center of the out of place garden sat an elf in rough woods garb which quite clearly spoke of which caste he hailed from. Elsewhere within the walls he could observe a wolf and a crow roaming about. With those spotted he turned his attention back to the only other humanoid now in sight.

"Ahhh, a faze one morrre than none. Arrre youuu ahn Authorrr orrr ahnotherrr recieverrr?" Thessir approached, stopping within fifteen feet of the man. He stood with his hands in his pockets with a bit of a forward slouch. The brim of his hat cut off the image of his upper face, leaving only his pale awkward grin as the only facial feature to look upon. While the darkness covered his face down to the nose it also meant that the upper half of the person he was speaking to was also cut off for him.

Thessir stood and awaited some sort of indication or response of a sort, even if that response was in the form of an attack. He had not arrived unprepared for such an outcome as the shadows underneath could attest.
Ed & Id

Edgar lifted up yet another cubicle side garbage bin, emptying into the rolling container he was assigned. He sighed, glancing up at a nearby clock before setting the bin back by it's desk. It had been a fair while since he was last at the one meeting room he passed over. Having emptied close to all the other bins in the sector of this floor he decided to haul his tired behind back over to see if the lot had cleared the room already.

Drearily he trudged down the hall, his hair hanging down just a bit in front of his face, not enough to bother him into fixing it but enough to partially cover his upper face. His long between boot steps echoed in the hall he traveled down, mingling with the ambiance of foot falls from others in the hall. Passing him on the left were two what he could only assume were knights escorting somebody down the hall, a stern and tightly-wound looking woman following suit. He just did as he always did, keeping his head down as he dragged his big trash can along on it's heavy set wheels. The less he drew any excess attention the happier he was, not an unusual frame of mind for the ordinary serf.

Under the glow of whatever excuse for a light system the citadel had working for it he stopped before the door to the meeting room. Walking up to it he took a moment to listen through and try to hear if anyone was still inside. After a short period of quiet he gave the handle a good twist. The door opened with a confirming click, A short push from his hand opening the sight of the room before him. While it was, for that moment, quiet it was certainly not devoid of people lingering from the meeting they just had. Great.

Ed simply shook his head and started making his way towards the back of the room where the garbage bin was kept.

"Sorry, didn't know you guys were still busy here. I'll be out of the way in a moment." He excused himself, making his way over to the bin while hoping that nothing terrible was going to happen.

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Meanwhile Id, lurking within the same room now, was always up to something terrible. The meeting had provided her a good couple of shady dealings in the field of research that sounded like a fair promise for interest. There was nothing so tempting that she'd break into a researcher's mind to steal it but a couple things were certainly a delightful dessert buffet of potential horrors and curiosities for her to sample, Edgar the veritable spoon in this taste equation. Her brother, both the means and a direct conduit for her fun.

Like a bad feeling Id slipped into Ed's mind, nestling nicely in her familiar crystal palace on the moon. "Oh sweet brother of mine, how I missed thee so~" She chimed with an intentionally fake melodramatic flare, as if she were reciting Shakespear's writings.

Yeah, sure... Edgar thought back at her, his frown quite accurately reflecting his mood towards her silliness.

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"You should of stuck around and peaked, it was a blast! There was all sorts of juicy gossip. Wanna hear?" She asked, bouncing the heels of her feet with giddiness while she sat back in her big comfy violet gem of a throne. She didn't bother waiting for him to answer. "Did you know that they run experiments on serfs around here? One such experiment has been resulting in their heads exploding! Gory stuff huh?"

Doesn't surprise me.

As he carried out his internal discourse he simply carried forward around the table towards the trash bin in the corner of the room, head down as he tried his best not to draw any untoward attention.
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