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Post by obasi cross on Apr 29, 2021 6:59:42 GMT
Reality greeted Obasi in snapshots of hazy images and blinding hues. Alcohol’s grip had loosened, but its bite remained. “I hate hangovers…I need to stop drinking so much.” Where alcohol-fueled jubilation once reigned supreme there only resided pain and regret. “My head is killing me.” Obasi had over-indulged again, even though he promised himself he’d slow down. “Well, I had to wake up eventually.” The necromancer resolved to deal with it later. “ Oh well, time to get back to work.” With an elephant’s grace, he pushed himself out of bed, stumbling through the tiny bedroom. “Ughh..I feel nauseous.” Uttered the unholy practitioner before leaving his chambers. Bloodied teeth tore flesh from gore-soaked bone, as they hungrily fed from the still fresh corpse of a man and woman. Bartenders, who unknowingly harbored someone his client wanted. Not that the guy even knew he was being hunted. And who would blame him? He was just some random fella from a town. This bumpkin was no one of any real importance, to Obasi at least. It all seemed so arbitrary to the Necromancer too, but he never complained. The pay was excellent and all he had to do was hunt some guy down. So, there he was in a rundown bar with a pack of ghouls eating away at the barkeeps. Normally, he was more careful when he used zombies, but the tavern was on some backwater road that had long seen its traveler dry up. Save for a few regulars it didn’t see much traffic so why not have some fun?
“Sorry I turned your customers into zombies…not really” A mix of cruelty and whimsy saturated his words. Satisfied with how things were turning out he turned his attention to the storeroom. “Wake up.“ He said before opening the door, where a man was bound and tied. “Time to go.” Pushing the bar door open with his captive at the lead, Obasi bid farewell to his temporary home. “Get into the back of the carriage or I will feed you to them.” Dagger pointed at the door behind him, his captive’s eyes widened at the thought of being eaten alive.
Through the cloth covering his mouth the man uselessly pleaded with the mercenary to spare him. Though his pleas came in mumbles and tear-stained eyes Obasi understood him, nevertheless. “Look, I am just a merc. It’s none of my business what happens to you nor do I care. Now move.” Blade pressed against his back, the crying man had little choice, but to comply. Still sobbing he glumly boarded the coach, all hope for salvation lost. The carriage itself was a fittingly average shade of brown allowing it to blend in. Personally, he wanted to use undead horses, but those tended to draw attention. If he hadn’t been carrying a guy, he just kidnapped that might’ve been a possibility. The driver was an old friend of the Necro, who for a bit of coin never asked questions. “Now, we just gotta pick up the client.” He said with a yawn before stepping into the carriage.
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Post by Tillie Highburn on Apr 30, 2021 1:27:32 GMT
[attr="class","echo"]  Tillie pulled the cloak tighter around her shoulders as she watched the unassuming carriage winding its way up the rocky mountain pass. Blue spruces blocked her from view should anyone be peeking out the windows of the castle that loomed above. The queen could see her breath in front of her face and her fingers trembled but not from the cold. She could feel the growing anticipation in her chest; each breath got smaller as the moment loomed closer. As soon as she could hear the beating of hooves and the creaking of wheels she turned to the knight at her side and whispered something in his ear. The bodyguard ran a hand through his purple locks and took a step back, his other hand still resting on the hilt of his sword. This would be hard for her paramour, if he knew the extent of suffering his former brother-in-arms had hopefully endured. Sir Mévouire had already proven his devotion to her and she didn’t intend to cause him unnecessary suffering. This was something she needed to do for her own peace of mind; bury the past. This man had grabbed her in the night, helped to drag her through the woods, and abandon her to die. And for these crimes against her it was only fitting he should endure the same fate. She wouldn’t rest easy until he and everyone else that had been involved met their eternal rest at her whim. It had been a long list and they’d whittled it down to a trio of names. Obasi Cross was as reliable as they came for a certain price which the queen was more than willing to pay in exchange for his discretion. The carriage came slowed to a stop in front of her and she approached cautiously. She recognized the driver from previous dealings. Nothing seemed amiss so she opened the door. There was the monster that had haunted even her waking hours these many long years and across from him, Obasi Cross. Tillie climbed inside and sat next to her fellow necromancer. The driver would close the door. “I trust everything went as planned?” ☀[newclass=.echo]width:82px;height:82px;-webkit-transition:all 0.7s ease;transition:all 0.7s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.echo:hover]-webkit-transform: scale(0.9, 0.9);transform: scale(0.9, 0.9)-webkit-transition:all 0.7s ease;transition:all 0.7s ease;[/newclass] |
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Post by obasi cross on May 22, 2021 4:58:04 GMT
“Let’s go” Obasi barked prompting the driver to pull off. Snow had already begun to fall from the night sky, a beautiful scene on any night. Well, it would have been if not for the necromancer sitting in a carriage with a captive. Adler, the man sitting opposite of him, was one of the last targets on his list. He was some drunken nobody that wasted his life and money in pubs. Strange prey, but they were all commonfolk anyway, so it all puzzled him. Whatever the reason it ultimately didn’t matter to the Necro so long as he was being paid.
“Don’t look at me like that. I am not the one who wants you.” He said to the man bound and gagged in front of him. There was no satisfaction in his words only an irritation that grew with each passing moment. Liquor's bite still lingered, and the man’s whimpering didn’t help his mood. Besides being paid, he only wanted the headache that plagued him to end. Palm stapled to his face he looked over the carriage’s interior, sparing the bound man only a glance. Blinding snow continued to fall from the heavens, blanketing the carriage in a sheet of white.
After what felt like an eternity, they arrived at the meeting place. The rendezvous was somewhere dark and quiet where they wouldn’t be discovered. The driver announced their arrival to the necromancer. With deathly grace befitting a Necromancer Queen Tillie entered the coach, taking her place beside him. A regal woman of undeniable status Obasi could not ignore how surreal the situation was. When he became a mercenary, he never imagined working as the hound for royalty, let alone a Queen. Tonight, was unique in that she’d decided to join him. Obasi was unaccustomed to company on these long missions, but he knew her arrival heralded the end of these hunts. At last, he’d be free of this ice-slicked region and its infuriatingly large security.
“Everything has gone according to plan, Boss. I have secured them all in a safe location save for two. But I believe you wanted to join me for the final pickups. I also believe you wanted to have this guy join us.” Obasi gestured to the man bound before them, the annoyance in his voice from earlier notably absent. “Huh?” Obasi said in a whisper. Alder no longer pitifully wept but stared at Tillie in disbelief. His eyes widened as he shook his head side to side, which intrigued the Necromancer. Finally, it seemed like Obasi would get some answers to the questions that gnawed at him.
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