Curse

Nevin · Feb 25, 2006, 09:00 AM // 09:00

OOC: Eh.. I'm a little rusty at RP, I feel like typing something detailed though, here ya go. (I don't expect responses, unless you're near the same level as me. Otherwise I'll update when I feel like it)

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The old shanty pub reeked of rot and liquor, drunkards swaying about their half empty bottles dangling in the air as they sang of old folk lore. But the noisy pub soon turned to silence, even the drunkest fool covering his mouth shut with his palm.. Two thugs of the infamous Dalyard Clan slowly stepped in each step causing the wooden boards to squeak. They both beared the single scar over their left eye a mark of the Dalyard Clan; one average in height his hand wrapped around the hilt of his short sword the other over 7 foot, disgustingly fat, with an eye patch over his right eye. Peering around the room, the fat one tilted his head back laughing in a raspy tone which he quickly ceased; And bluntly yelled "There sure is a lot of trash here tonight, Aye Launy?", Launy replied "Aye there is". Launy stabbed his sword through a table at which two men played a game of cards, they gasped in fear daring not to make eye contact. What pleasured the savage uncivilized Dalyard Clan more then any loot or thieved treasure was seeing the fear they invoked on the helpless citizens on the outskirts of Ascalon. The fat one soon joined Launy in the mental torment as he walked over to another table grinning his chapped spotted lips. At this table sat a slim almost skeletal figured man, He wore a cloak hiding much of his facial features; Blood red locks of hair covering any visibility of his face. "Aye Launy, look at this clown!" The fat one chuckled pointing to the man sitting. The man continued to peer down at a glass taking no notice of the thugs, which only added to their already violent nature. Launy strutted over to the table "Hey you." he said while wiping his nose and slicking his hair back to the seated man. Unknown to the thugs or the people among the pub, the man was performing a combination of necrotic seals within the confines of the underside of the table. Launy repeated again still getting no response "Why you little!-" he swung his sword as he spoke but before his blade came in contact with the seated man a sharp pain pierced his heart as his vision blurred; he stumbled. The fat one looked at Launy "Whats da matter?", Launy yelped in pain as he spoke "The bastard must've cursed me!" The fat one stepped back as he heard this, lifting a seat from a nearby table he began to charge at the man still sitting. Finally the gaze of the man shifted from the glass to the enraged obese thug; A corrupt hand which clenched down on a desecrated staff slowly drifted out from underneath the cloak. The man slammed the shaft of the staff down on the floor of the pub, the head glowed an eery green; Two decayed arms ripped through the wooden planks of the floor and gripped down on the fat thug's ankles. He screamed in horror as he was dragged into the soil, more and more green tinted flesh scabbing arms reaching out to pull him down faster; The man grinned as he watched, then looked down at the crippled Launy who laid on the floor grasping his chest, drool seeping from his open mouth. He who was once seated now stood, a good portion of his face visible; Pupiless eyes scanned the room as the customers of the pub stared back speechless, his skin pale, chin sporting a closely shaved goatee, but a more unusual trait.. A single scar down his left eye, the mark of the Daylard Clan.