Death's Nephew
12-19-08, 11:04 PM
People crowded the busy marketplace of Radasanth. Small children dressed in nearly ancient looking clothes tugged at their exhausted mother’s hand, wanting the cheap treats that vendors sold at respectable but still too expensive prices. Some were kind enough to offer a trade and barter but most turned them away or even chased after some of the kids who tried to make their own five fingered discount. As heartless as Tommy could be, even this by his standards was beyond any evil he had committed.
Well...is it truly evil to kill the evil in such horrendous ways that its exciting and fun?
Most would say yes. And the young half-specter would have no problem Judging them immediately and then killing them either way. His train of thought had taken him this far in life and he was pretty damn sure he could keep enjoying it for all it was worth for quite some time.
A kid bumped into him, a small taco shaped snack grasped firmly in his dirty, little hands. He stared at Tommy for a second, a frightened yet desperate look in his sapphire eyes. Until now, he’d been content with sitting on the large, rotting bench waiting for his target to show up as per usual on this day, just watching but not interacting. Staying out of notice from anyone was his goal for today, as it had been yesterday, and just like tomorrow was going to be.
“Relax,” Tommy said with a soft, bored voice, “Get out of here.”
The kid didn’t smile, nod, or even cheer for happiness. He bolted like a molten rock the size of a bull was headed for him. And sure enough, the greasy, fat vendor came around the bench, shouting for someone to snatch the small boy. Tommy yawned and stretched, subtly tripping the man onto his face. He landed with a heavy thud and muffled cries of surprise and pain seeped from under all his chins.
In one quick motion, the young man stood up and merged into the growing crowd, trying his best to keep his snow white hair from being noticed to easily among a sea of brown and gray. He’d need a cloak soon. Or something with a hood.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his target enter the marketplace, opposite of where he stood. The large, circular setting was back dropped with high rising buildings and an even higher midday sun. He slowly leaned against a shady wall next to a man selling beads and other assorted jewelry.
“Hey, hey you.”
Tommy glanced quickly at the inquirer. It was the scruffy merchant of shiny things.
“If you’re gonna stand there, you gotta buy something!” He stated sternly.
Annoyed, Tommy Judged him. Unfortunately he was a decent man, probably just trying to earn a living; even though he acted like a dick. He’d get to live another day.
Holding up his hand, he displayed his dark ring to the seller, “Already got a shiny little thing.” He shifted his attention to the Treasurer who was as normal, surrounded by heavily armed guards and his even more normal shadowing squad. That’s what Tommy called them at least. They dressed like beggars but he recognized their eyes. The eyes that take a life without mercy.
Eyes like his own.
“Either you buy something or get away from here!” The merchant was now more than displeased with the young man’s disregard for social order.
Tommy sighed. “Got any necklaces?”
You’d have thought these two were suddenly old friends. “Why yes I do! Look, look!”
“Something dark.” He kept his eyes on the guards that were shadowing.
“Ah like this!” He held up a light tan, wooden necklace decorated with rectangular pieces of simple. polished oak and some very small jade hexagons.
“How is that dark?” He gave the man a bewildered look.
“Ok, ok! How about this then?” What he had was a deep crimson necklace made of obsidian squares and akashima redwood.
“How much?” He said as he stepped closer to the table, pretending to be a simple customer, as a shadow guard wandered over to Tommy’s little slice of the world.
“Two-hundred and fifty gold pieces. Hello good sir! Can I interest you in some fine bracelets for your wife or sister? Hmmm?” The crafty merchant inquired to the undercover guard.
“Two-hundred and fifty gold?!” Tommy exclaimed. “Hey, can you get this guy?” He said with a chuckle to the guard. The man regarded him with only the slightest acknowledgement, clearly noticing his employer to be getting ready to move on out of the marketplace, having finished his lunch at some small eatery.
“Fine fine! Two hundred but no lower!”
“How much for this?” The man said quickly, a slight bit of impatience in his voice. During the few seconds that his eyes were focused on a bracelet, Tommy examined his face and body structure. Shorter, but stocky. He had powerful looking arms that he tried to hide in baggy, torn clothes. His face was dirty, but not like the rest of the people. It looked like he grabbed some soot and tried to rub it on his cheeks and forehead. He had the cold, calculating eyes of a killer, but clearly was lacking reliable gut instincts.
“Ohhhh that,” the merchant said with slow approval. “That is costly, my friend. I can’t let it go for less than seven-hundred gold.”
“You do realize how poor we all are.” The man said. Tommy wondered how often he practiced saying that every day.
“But that is made out of Cillu. You can only get that made in Fallien!” He boasted proudly. “Clearly sir, you are a man of fine tastes.” He flashed a winning smile to seal the deal.
Tommy casually left the table, clearly no longer the bigger fish and decided to call it a day before he was noticed any more by the other guards who were most likely keeping an eye on their lagging fellow.
I’m hungry...I gotta get some food in me.
Tomorrow would be another day. He’d be tracking his target further ahead now as he had been the last week and a half. Knowing where he slept every night was his main goal for scouting and surveillance. The next step would be infiltration and eventually the strike. If he got to kill his guards on the way, Tommy would call it icing on the cake.
Mmm, cake. But later. I need some steak. Yea, cow sounds good.
Well...is it truly evil to kill the evil in such horrendous ways that its exciting and fun?
Most would say yes. And the young half-specter would have no problem Judging them immediately and then killing them either way. His train of thought had taken him this far in life and he was pretty damn sure he could keep enjoying it for all it was worth for quite some time.
A kid bumped into him, a small taco shaped snack grasped firmly in his dirty, little hands. He stared at Tommy for a second, a frightened yet desperate look in his sapphire eyes. Until now, he’d been content with sitting on the large, rotting bench waiting for his target to show up as per usual on this day, just watching but not interacting. Staying out of notice from anyone was his goal for today, as it had been yesterday, and just like tomorrow was going to be.
“Relax,” Tommy said with a soft, bored voice, “Get out of here.”
The kid didn’t smile, nod, or even cheer for happiness. He bolted like a molten rock the size of a bull was headed for him. And sure enough, the greasy, fat vendor came around the bench, shouting for someone to snatch the small boy. Tommy yawned and stretched, subtly tripping the man onto his face. He landed with a heavy thud and muffled cries of surprise and pain seeped from under all his chins.
In one quick motion, the young man stood up and merged into the growing crowd, trying his best to keep his snow white hair from being noticed to easily among a sea of brown and gray. He’d need a cloak soon. Or something with a hood.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his target enter the marketplace, opposite of where he stood. The large, circular setting was back dropped with high rising buildings and an even higher midday sun. He slowly leaned against a shady wall next to a man selling beads and other assorted jewelry.
“Hey, hey you.”
Tommy glanced quickly at the inquirer. It was the scruffy merchant of shiny things.
“If you’re gonna stand there, you gotta buy something!” He stated sternly.
Annoyed, Tommy Judged him. Unfortunately he was a decent man, probably just trying to earn a living; even though he acted like a dick. He’d get to live another day.
Holding up his hand, he displayed his dark ring to the seller, “Already got a shiny little thing.” He shifted his attention to the Treasurer who was as normal, surrounded by heavily armed guards and his even more normal shadowing squad. That’s what Tommy called them at least. They dressed like beggars but he recognized their eyes. The eyes that take a life without mercy.
Eyes like his own.
“Either you buy something or get away from here!” The merchant was now more than displeased with the young man’s disregard for social order.
Tommy sighed. “Got any necklaces?”
You’d have thought these two were suddenly old friends. “Why yes I do! Look, look!”
“Something dark.” He kept his eyes on the guards that were shadowing.
“Ah like this!” He held up a light tan, wooden necklace decorated with rectangular pieces of simple. polished oak and some very small jade hexagons.
“How is that dark?” He gave the man a bewildered look.
“Ok, ok! How about this then?” What he had was a deep crimson necklace made of obsidian squares and akashima redwood.
“How much?” He said as he stepped closer to the table, pretending to be a simple customer, as a shadow guard wandered over to Tommy’s little slice of the world.
“Two-hundred and fifty gold pieces. Hello good sir! Can I interest you in some fine bracelets for your wife or sister? Hmmm?” The crafty merchant inquired to the undercover guard.
“Two-hundred and fifty gold?!” Tommy exclaimed. “Hey, can you get this guy?” He said with a chuckle to the guard. The man regarded him with only the slightest acknowledgement, clearly noticing his employer to be getting ready to move on out of the marketplace, having finished his lunch at some small eatery.
“Fine fine! Two hundred but no lower!”
“How much for this?” The man said quickly, a slight bit of impatience in his voice. During the few seconds that his eyes were focused on a bracelet, Tommy examined his face and body structure. Shorter, but stocky. He had powerful looking arms that he tried to hide in baggy, torn clothes. His face was dirty, but not like the rest of the people. It looked like he grabbed some soot and tried to rub it on his cheeks and forehead. He had the cold, calculating eyes of a killer, but clearly was lacking reliable gut instincts.
“Ohhhh that,” the merchant said with slow approval. “That is costly, my friend. I can’t let it go for less than seven-hundred gold.”
“You do realize how poor we all are.” The man said. Tommy wondered how often he practiced saying that every day.
“But that is made out of Cillu. You can only get that made in Fallien!” He boasted proudly. “Clearly sir, you are a man of fine tastes.” He flashed a winning smile to seal the deal.
Tommy casually left the table, clearly no longer the bigger fish and decided to call it a day before he was noticed any more by the other guards who were most likely keeping an eye on their lagging fellow.
I’m hungry...I gotta get some food in me.
Tomorrow would be another day. He’d be tracking his target further ahead now as he had been the last week and a half. Knowing where he slept every night was his main goal for scouting and surveillance. The next step would be infiltration and eventually the strike. If he got to kill his guards on the way, Tommy would call it icing on the cake.
Mmm, cake. But later. I need some steak. Yea, cow sounds good.