Modrue
07-07-06, 11:01 AM
Silence, at night it descended on the often loud town of Radasanth like a plague. It was the only time that the demon ventured into the streets, into the shadows. In the distance the merrymaking from places outside of the slums caught the perked, sharp ears of the demon. The noise made him grimace in disgust. Humanity was the same no matter where he went, live for the moment and let someone else worry about tomorrow.
“Pain and revenge will be exacted soon enough,” the demon cooed to himself as he floated like a shadow across the cobblestone pathway towards the only shop he would bother with. It was slightly run down, a window broken from a stray rock, and had the appeal of a pockmarked whore. But it was exactly what Modrue had been looking for. Not much more could be expected of a shop on the outskirts of the slums.
As the door gave way to an array of weapons and armor a toothy, devious smile rose on the normally expressionless face of the demon. He closed the door gently behind him as he opened his heavy trench coat and walked towards the counter. Long, thin fingernails stroked a rather cruel looking blade, its black surface coated with a sickly-sweet scented toxin.
“I am in need of an upgrade for my gauntlets,” the deep, guttural tongue of the demon said as he placed the two steel gloves on the counter. “I want the metal to cover the top part of my forearm and small spikes added to the finger and knuckle parts. And as high a tier metal as this can afford.”
From a small, colorless hole a sack of gold dropped onto the counter. It was everything that the demon possessed, an amount that he himself could not actually count. To cover for the fact he spread the gold around with the tips of his dagger-like nails. In all there was almost 1150 worth of gold resting on the counter.
“Pain and revenge will be exacted soon enough,” the demon cooed to himself as he floated like a shadow across the cobblestone pathway towards the only shop he would bother with. It was slightly run down, a window broken from a stray rock, and had the appeal of a pockmarked whore. But it was exactly what Modrue had been looking for. Not much more could be expected of a shop on the outskirts of the slums.
As the door gave way to an array of weapons and armor a toothy, devious smile rose on the normally expressionless face of the demon. He closed the door gently behind him as he opened his heavy trench coat and walked towards the counter. Long, thin fingernails stroked a rather cruel looking blade, its black surface coated with a sickly-sweet scented toxin.
“I am in need of an upgrade for my gauntlets,” the deep, guttural tongue of the demon said as he placed the two steel gloves on the counter. “I want the metal to cover the top part of my forearm and small spikes added to the finger and knuckle parts. And as high a tier metal as this can afford.”
From a small, colorless hole a sack of gold dropped onto the counter. It was everything that the demon possessed, an amount that he himself could not actually count. To cover for the fact he spread the gold around with the tips of his dagger-like nails. In all there was almost 1150 worth of gold resting on the counter.