In the Dark

Subject: In the Dark Wed Mar 23, 2011 5:06 pm

Rat tat tat tat……rat tat tat tat…..rat tatatatat….

Thus far things had been following a rather dark path. Foot on the arm rest as he sat in his throne in the centre back of the building they called the court of madness. Itwas a rather ironic name. In the human world, his jester like activities, and general madness were well known as his guise of wiseman. However in Gera'Sey. He was a little different. Almost blank. Emotionless. A tyrant who showed no mercy in putting down those who got in his way, or opposed the laws of the land he had made. The world. His world to build. For now he requested silence. Darkness. A chance to think without the interruptions of the rest of his people. Things were still busy working away in Gera'Sey. The prison was now complete. No longer would the fort have to hold the few prisoners that he'd actually kept. Recruitment was at an all time high. Soon his number of soldiers would be vastly increased. Fifty personal guards. Two hundred soldiers. Twenty five of them kept to the side to continue recruitment as the city grew. A constant god send was Grimm, whos shadow over the city had kept most of the citizens in line. However he imagined tha was down to his own.

Feel free to eat the ones who break the law. Policy reguarding the draconian guard. The eastern district was coming along well, not progressing to completion just yet, but considering things had just dstarted over there it was something to be amused with. Perhaps the slaves and workers wanted it complete so that they could visit it more quickly.Walls were also begining to be constructed around the outer limits of the city so as to add an increased defense. The final part of this would be his own dwelling. He wouldn't be able to stay in the upstairs lodging of this court house forever. Grand as it seemed, a mansion would be more suitable for his position within the city. In the coldness of this room he found some semblance of peace within Gera'Sey. For once. Things were quiet. A reflection of the silence that now filled his life. Things went in the human world as they would always go. He had finally quit his dependency on Shiori. And had begun to make more forward moves of his own that would benefit her. But ultimately would be more of a benefit to Gera'Sey. And to himself.

Greed. Power hunger. Pride. Wrath. Sins that in the drums he had never commited. Sins that when wiseman was born. He had never really thought of. He was all too human back then. But Gera'Sey had changed all that. His position. Had changed all that. They say that to be a ruler of men one has to become a tyrant or a hero. If that was the case, to become a ruler of demons of hell. What did he have to become? That question was answering itself in his own life. And perhaps, soon he would see it for himself. He stood up, moving down the few small stairs from his throne and veering to the left. There was a large full bodied mirror on the wall. He stared into it. Orange embers rising from his cigarette in the dark. Even here he could see in it. Staring into the mirror, smoking. Behind him stood a large winged demon. Black leather skin. It placed a hand on his shoulder. This form. His onhume appearance that he had not taken to using. Now it was something he was doing more and more often. He focused the power of his soul, of his madness and the mask appeared in his hand. " Wiseman....". He looked up at the image of the winged demon he saw behind him in the mirror. " Me...". .Which was the real him?

A He had the mask fade and looked on in the mirror. " A man with mirrors in his eyes". He turned from the mirror, and walked down the hall. His back away from it. He pulled out his wallet and looked inside. Quite a bit of cash, for the longest of times he knew that he'd been using only his fists for combat. Well. Fists and magic. Uusally it was more than enough to beat down his opponents, but the concern didn't lie with what would be effective enough. But rather there was another opponent that fists alone might not be able to handle. . Eyes darted to the second throne of Gera'Sey. The opne that the others had always asked about. The one they called the " Empty Seat". He could parry melee weapons easily enough with minor blows to the side of the blade, but it was dangerous work and he was at a threat when faced with skills equating tothat of a professional killer with that weapon. When it came down to a game of masters, generally the one with the weapon won. So he was going to have to get something that increased the power of his hand to hand combat skills. That could be used to enhance those whilst not getting in the way of most of his techniques.

Thankfully Gerra'Sey being a trading city there would probably be one in there somewhere. . He headed down the steps of the court, giving a brief nod to the guards as he moved by. They returned it with a fist to the chest. He could have gotten there faster, but he didn't had to take in the sights and sounds. Be a ruler among his people. As dangerous as that would usually be. He thought it an irrelevant thing to worry on. Making his way into the shop he quickly identified a weapon that would serve him well in the purpose that was required. An item that looked like brass knuckles, only with the added advantage of having mid length serated claw like blades on the end. Handing over the cash and trying them on he let out a few punches. Smirked. And then headed back into the city.

Word Count: 1017
Total Word Count: 1017
PWC: 1017
Bought: Knuckle Blades

Subject: Re: In the Dark Fri Mar 25, 2011 3:28 pm

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