“You seek power, no? If you know how to use it, why not? We know of the plans brewing in that thick skull of yours. You cannot hide from us, Narcian… If that is your real name… Your refusal would… displease the dark ones dwelling here.”
“… Dark ones…”
Narcian sits down.
“Heh… how far I’ve fallen, to signing a contract with a demon…”
He takes out an exquisite knife, before cutting the tip of his finger. The blood drips onto the paper, the contract is signed.
“It is a war… between the us… and the Cult. Do not expect my people to yield to you as easily as the foolish fiends.” @3DT_CheesyKnives
“After all, we know who you want away with the most. She is after all, most dangerous to your plans…”
@Marluxion (Your turn!)
The man begins to cackle.
“Very well. Let us begin the game! Bahahaha!”
A flame ignites beneath both Narcian and Andrew, rapidly spreading up your bodies. As your flesh sears, you blink. Suddenly, you’ve returned to the mortal coil. The only difference is a small tattoo burned on each of your upper arms. The symbol of Mithras for Andrew and the symbol of Corax for Narcian.
(Hmm. It would seem that the Cult is the main baddie in this RP.)
By this time, Anna has been drinking by herself in her bedroom, still reeling from her father’s death. She is now noticably drunk.
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“It has begin.” Narcian says with a finality.
“Change of plans, we hurry with our preparations. This is our one chance, sweep up a storm. The king made a mistake: to let his death be told to the public. Take the chance, sow discord into their minds.”
The Unseen nodded, and walked off to their respective locations.
“The cult has made their move. Who shall obtain the throne, however…”
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A small candle illuminates the darkness to the east. A solitary man can be seen drinking at a bar. “The same one as always, death. Don’t play dumb. We’ve been through this before.”
“Tired of listening to the old eyeglass complain. Do you realize how annoying an eternal void can be? He’s displeased with you. Yet I’m the one who has to hear about it?!” The man takes a swig of the red liquid.
“Let’s keep this short and sweet. Bore-ax isn’t very impressed by the amount of souls you’ve been reaping.”
“Blame modern medicine, expect an increase soon…many advisors will be found dead. I’m going to try to get the new king to rely on me and have myself made the heir then kill him. Terrible plan I know”
“The Big Boys are obsessed with the throne. See what you can do about it.” The fiery haired man gives you a dismissive wave. “Now go on and take life as it comes.”
You awaken, as if you had never left your bed.