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His hunt begins; [P] Ahriman Lordimar
Topic Started: Thu Feb 3, 2011 3:45 am (530 Views)
Eran Alexander
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Eran wondered through Striberg looking for the man who has caused him so much pain and anguish. What was seemingly remarkable about Striberg, was that it was a city on magical ice. He hated magic but perhaps he could find his target here. Shield on his back and sword on his waist he crept through crowds of people. His determination to destroy that man was his only drive. Months earlier he had picked up a blade for the first time, and swearing he would avenge his family. His father, his wife.. His sons. Took an oath of loyalty to his goals. Becoming a Resilient Knight. He knew should he ever falter in his goals, he would lose his title and his abilities.

Walking into a small restaurant he was pleased to receive very kind treatment. Something about him spiked intrigue with the owner and as such he was granted a hot meal and a free room for the night.

A woman led him to a table outside of the restaurant, he took a piece of paper from his pocket and holding it up for the woman to view it. "Have you seen this man?" He asked, she gave a sorry nod and agreed to ask various customers around the restaurant. He smiled at her kindness, he was not used to such things. His existence was generally a burdening one, people couldn't stand his self righteous nature.

A sudden feeling overcame him and he dashed off in the direction of an odd sound. He witnessed in a slumming alleyway a weak man attempting to use reanimation magic on a dead pet. "Poor man I pity you. But despite your nature I must hold true to myself, you are evil by my standards. The dead are dead and cannot be resurrected. Should you attempt so, you would be no better than him. That man.. That lich.. As such, I apologize before hand. But I must slay you here. This is because you chose to defy humanity with such cruel acts as this." Raising his sword from its sheath he struck into the mans chest. Slowly removing the blade as the man screamed in pain. Eran kneel beside him, a sad look befell his face. "Now, go be with your beloved pet. This world holds you no longer."

Walking back to his table at the restaurant just down the street he sat and began to eat his nicely prepared dinner. "Thank you dear this smells divine." He smiled to the waitress as she hurried back inside.
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His feet pressed down lightly in the snow, barely leaving prints as he paced through the streets. The town, while being enchanted to be bearably warm for those who were used to the chilling teeth of the cold, was still rather freezing by his standards. The smell of frost without the smell of the sea was not quite as charming as he had hoped it would be. He frowned at the thought of it, wondering what else his life style would ruin, trying to mix things together or take them apart.
He held tight to his scarf as movement caught the corner of his eye, noticing a man strike another down in an alley. It wasn't uncommon, of course. Especially for Ahriman, who spent much of his time on the docks, a place where actions like that were almost second nature. But something seemed almost out of place in it all.
His feet stepped outside of the building the man who slew the older gentleman in the alleyway had entered, and he ensured that he went around the building, pressing his feet in a multitude of the shadows outside before moving into the building. The place was small for how popular it seemed, many people bustling in and out of it. His eyes scanned the crowd until he found his target and plastered on his diplomatic smile, "Not that I'm one fer carin', but what is it ye have against old men?"

Ahriman took his own seat across the table from the man, laying a cloth on his lap and ordering a meal without even putting another gaze on the man. He left an air of uncaring in his actions that reflected his words to a T, but to be honest he found the action rather boorish. A good diplomat hid his feelings, even if he has all the facts. As a drink was set down for him, a nice simple mead spiced to be sweeter, he flashed a toothy, white smile to the man, "Hope ye don't mind, I haven't had meself a good meal since about halfway between 'ere and the mountain pass that came this way."
He went about his actions, pulling his scarf beneath his chin and continuing to enjoy his meal.
Edited by Ahriman Lordimar, Thu Feb 3, 2011 3:54 am.
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The smiled as the man spoke to him in such a fashion that it seemed the man wanted to care but really couldn't. Continuing to eat his meal as the man sat watching him. "If you must know, the one you saw to be an older gentlemen. Was really everything that I exist to fight against in this world. Stranger since you made the first gesture I will share with you a story. Years ago I was a merchant in Kellen and one day I arrived home to see a man, no not a man. A lich. Dissecting my loved ones in the name of what he called, science. I am a Knight and I live true to my duty. My duty you may be wondering is to rid the world of all the people who would play with the priceless human right to live. Any who use dark magic or kill for their amusement are strictly evil by my beliefs. That man for example was preparing to use reanimation on a dead pet. Be it far from reviving a human, he needed to pay for his evil deed."

He sighed and spoke softly as he laid a picture on the table, "this man, he is the one I am hunting. He's supposed to be called Graham but for the life of me I cannot put a name with such a sickly creature."

Turning to order a drink, he examines his dinner companion. "What is your story stranger? You don't seem the type to be hanging around Striberg. Trader looking to do business? Bounty hunter seeking a target? Mercenary looking for work? Or perhaps a Musician looking for a muse?" Eran simply had to know more about this man. This man he could not quite call rude but could possibly come to see him as a friend, or if it came to it, if he was evil. An enemy.

Paying close attention to the man, if he speaks and lies I will catch it. And if he lies to me, well, if I can't trust someone they must be my enemy. Whether I like it or not. I will soon be able to give this man a title in my mind. Eran thought waiting in anticipation for the man to speak.
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Ahriman kept himself sitting straight, only using the corner of his eye to view the image on the table. The story that man was spewing was a sad one, to be sure, but he had been in the country for a few months and it was far from unique from what he had learned. Regardless, he put on a less then amused face and nodded, "A chilling tale, ta' be sure. I've heard rumors of folks like him overseas, though ta' be honest they're a lot more common here..."
At the question of his motives he thought carefully. He could explain to him he was in land looking for anyone willing to join him at sea, which was partially true. He could also tell him he was here exploring, looking for places he could hide out while the officials of the country were looking for him. Another rather true point.

He finally nodded to himself and set his eating utensils down before sighing, and acting as if the story were hard-coming, "Ta' be honest I'm new ta' this country. Wasn't accepted in me old life and I'm comin' here to find a place. I found a life at sea and while me friends are layin' low a bit I'm inland searching other things."
He knew that if this man had a thing against the less then reputable folk of the sea he probably would attempt to do the same to him as he did to the old man, but he took his chances. With a smile he wondered if he was too dense to get what he meant. Moving on, he put his attention on his food and drink for a few moments before they were gone, and he moved his plate to the end of the table.
Readjusting his scarf back over his face, he lifted his head up again and put a real eye on the image in the center of the table, his voice being a little quieter then he'd like, "So yer hunting fer a man who had the strength to lose his soul, and keep walkin'... Ever think yer walkin' a dead man's path, lad?"
His face was one of complete seriousness. His mind went rushing back to his years at the royal court, the only fun he ever had were stories. And a story of such a Lich was one he had heard a few times. And on different occasions the 'man' was accompanied by undead monsters that made the young prince laugh with glee at the stories then, but he wondered if it'd be the same actually coming face to face with the beasts.
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On his face emerged a crooked smile as the man spoke to him. "Have no fears of me, I have no problem with men of the sea. In fact I find the sea to be a rather calming escape. I served a few years on a ship in my younger days. It's a life full of mystery and one that is not easily trade-able. And you ask about my task stranger well, it may be a dead man's path but if I don't take a chance and do everything within my grasp to avenge my family, and my honor. If I cannot confront the man, I'd much rather be dead where I stand."

"However, being a man of the sea, you must have many stories to tell, but one I'm interested in as you know is the story of the lich named Graham. Have you heard such a story, if you have I beg you tell it."

Letting out a long drawn out sigh and taking a drink he noticed that the day was turning old. Making a slight motion and standing from his seat. "It's getting to be dark, perhaps we should continue this inside, I'd hate to have to deal with pathetic pickpockets." Walking into the main room of the restaurant as the owner began to close it for the night. The man handed Eran a key for his room and nodded. Taking a seat by a small fire where travelers were welcomed to relax he lay his buckler on the ground and lean his sword against the wall.

He stretched as he threw one of the photos of the man into the fire. Oh if only it were that easy lich. What I wouldn't do to simply burn you at the stake for the crimes you committed. And afterwords when you regenerated, I'd burn you again just for my amusement. He thought without speaking a word.
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He couldn't help but smile and wonder how he would feel if he knew that his times at sea took him to the act of marauding royal tax ships. He'd keep that to himself however. He had gotten into some sort of battle or trouble in every city he had visited since his trek from the sea, and he'd rather not add another town to the list of ones he should avoid. He didn't respond to the man discussing his need to go on the journey, conceding that he likely knew what he had gotten himself into to. And if he didn't, he had known many dedicated men in his day, and he knew that he was not likely to get the man to change his mind.
He smiled at the offer to go inside, not really caring for the idea of someone trying to pick his pocket. He could easily tell if someone tried, and counter it before the person realized what happened. But, as always, not wanting to make a scene was a higher priority then that. Moving inside, he wrapped his scarf tightly around him and waded through behind the knight. He made a point to press his foot on the man's shadow without his noticing, and to do so with at least four other people in the room as they passed for the fire.
He thought of his words as he watched the fires dance over the surface of the picture. With a small sigh he loosened his scarf so he could actually speak, drawing his eyes back over to the man, "Aye, I hear a lot of stories in the docks an' at sea. Not much else ta' do on days of travelin' beyond it... but the story I have fer ya is a bit older than that. A few years ago while I was across the sea I was told of a man fittin' yer lich's description, who would often kidnap people and cut them up fer his own experiments... And he was followed by a host of undead that had slain many a hero who tried to stop him. Especially by a beastie he kept with him, I do not know what it is called, but the stories of it tell of it being rather.... powerful. If ye can take that down, the necromancer himself should not be an issue fer ya. Though I haven't heard tales of him fer a good two years, so I don't know how well your search will go, lad."
He turned his head back to the fire, watching it dance and crackle with a little bit of interest. The stories were always interesting, of course... but he wondered what would happen to his own life if this undead creature came back? The last story he had heard of was near Kellen, so far his favorite town of the many he had visited... The idea of what the monster would do to it was less then a happy one.
After taking a moment, he set his gaze back on the man, "An' what're ya gonna do when ye find him? As I hear a lich is only able to be killed if ye shatter it's Phylactery... I doubt he'll ever tell you where it is.. and if ye kill him he'll just rise again far from ye."
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He listened to what the man had to say and took a few moments to reflect on his words. "A Phylactery will not stop me, it will not keep me from my goals. I will kill him a thousand times over until such a time comes that he decides the afterlife is a safer place than any mortal world I live in.." Taking a pendant from his pocket he wiped it with his cloak until it gleamed in the fires light. He held the pendant in hand against his chest, "for my family I will see vengeance."

Knowing he had revealed much to this new stranger yet not knowing much about the man himself he grew anxious, this man doesn't like to say much.. He thought. Perhaps I'll bait him into it.

Turning to the man he asked him in a polite tone, "what is it that took you to sea exactly? I understand there are many things that can run a man from dry land what's your story exactly?" He asked this knowing that if the man had any intention of having mutual trust he would answer in some way, while not looking for the exact reason behind it, Eran wouldn't mind to know a bit more about this stranger with whom he had been conversing.

Pulling a rusted dagger from his bag, "I know at least my days at sea were for adventure, this ol' dagger has so many stories attached. That is until we raided a small village and I met a young woman, after that my life became very dull, until.. Well. Now.."
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His eyes seemed to glaze over as his mind whirled back into the past. Almost fifteen years ago, Ahriman Lordimar had set foot onto his fathers boat, The Invincible. He had taken to the sea like a fish to water, the adventure of it all being too much for the young prince to accept his old life.
With a smile that even he didn't believe was sincere, he spoke, though now his accent was long gone and his voice became more refined, like every word was practiced over hours when he first learned of them, "I was a young boy the first time I went to see, my father wanting to show me the joy of a life at sea. He wanted me to become a military man... a few years after that, my second time at sea, my time out there was a little less... polite. I was running. My family had turned against me and ensured I couldn't remain home under fear of death. And now.. I go to sea for vengeance. My crew sees it as a way to obtain some sort of order in the world.. I'm out there for my own personal vengeance. You know how that is, hm?"
He became quiet, slumping into his chair. He was running a hand over his scarf, fingers tracing over every crease and design that was in it. Now and again he lifted it, and twirled with the loose threads at the end of it. This was given to him when he was dubbed the heir to the throne, but in his exile he took it with him, as a reminder of who he was. It wasn't intelligent to wear it, and he was sure that if someone could confirm it was Ahriman Lordimar, he would be hunted.
His eyes drifted to the side as his hand reached behind his back. he drew the end of his braid to the front of him, his fingers tracing the silver clip that kept the braid closed tight. It was a gift from his mother before her death, and it brought a smile to his face when he looked at either one. He shifted his gaze to the other man and simply sighed, "There are many-a reason for men to take to a mission, Let us hope your cause not bring you to the wrong path."
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Nodding along to the mans story he felt a general sympathy, it's horrible to be betrayed by family. "I sadly know a bit about family betrayal myself. Not long after my family was slaughtered, my only remaining sibling, my dear sister turned to her sadness and was never the same again. I found her one evening, practicing dark magic trying to bring our father back from the dead. That of course.. Was the last night I had any family." Sighing as he put away the pendant. "I believe my mission will lead me exactly where I need to go. And my good man I feel you will be led in the right direction as well."

Standing up he equipped his items, "well it's starting to be that hour. Care to join me on a hunt for the night crawlers that might be hanging around the city?"

He threw his bag over his shoulder and walked for the exit. It was nearing the hours of midnight and it was what he found to be the best time to hunt his targets. If this man agrees to come with, perhaps it could be a better change of pace from my regular nights. It can sometimes be boring to go at it alone.. He thought.

Opening the door to of the building, he heard crickets chirping and he could feel a slight cold dampness to the air. Placing a foot on the patio outside he instantly became aware of his surroundings, he could see the more slumming rogues of the city skulking around the dark corners. Turning slightly, "if you don't wanna come, then go take my room and get some rest." Throwing the keys towards the man as he exited the building.
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Ahriman smirked at the story, his mouth being covered by the scarf so the man couldn't see the pirate's amusement at the tale of his sister. A true believer went to extreme lengths to see their mission complete, and it always amused him to see it. He had never lived his life by any sort of code, he did what he believed in and enjoyed himself on the road to it. With a shake of his head, he slowly moved up from the chair. The pirate never left his weapon away from himself, so for the man's idea of a hunt he was far from unprepared right there.

He moved behind him to the door, his eyes gazing up and down the front desk of the Inn. It was a quaint place, to be sure. Any sort of evil he found in this town couldn't be extremely dangerous. With a shrug he followed the man, catching the keys as they were tossed to him and simply walked by. He was sure the man didn't feel his hand as he placed the keys back into the man's pocket and shrugged as he walked by, "I didn't intend ta' stay in the town, was only in town fer a bit of reconnaissance."
He loosened his belt that held his cutlass and looked out over the crowd, resting his gaze on each of the rogues that lined the streets and chuckled. They were small time, and he was sure not one of them would survive his day-to-day marauding. He stepped a few feet in front of the man, making it a point to step on as many shadows as he could between the door and the next building. With a turn of his head, he laughed again, "Where we beginnin' then?"
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