The Phantom of the Villa episode 1 (Private)
Oct 8, 2022 11:54:55 GMT -5
Post by Bellighul//Amilcar on Oct 8, 2022 11:54:55 GMT -5
Bellighul pressed his hand firmly against his forehead, sliding it down with pressure as he conveyed a severe sense of annoyance but also disbelief. His eyes glowed with violent intent, creating a sinister radiance on his pallid face. He watched as the ghoul dropped into the basement, a loud clamour arose from beneath the floorboards. Perhaps it landed on a wine rack, causing the bottles to shatter in the darkness.
"I'll have you know that was solid obsidian from the belly of Drakolt itself..." There was not enough wine in the chalice that could seem to quench his thirst as he slammed down the cup loudly on the desk to refill it again. Curiously, Bellighul did not mention his ghoul or it's well-being. He filled the chalice to the brim, which was not customary, and consumed the entirety before he rose upwards, walking towards the fairy, boots stomping on the ground in the silence. An awful shriek echoed down the hall, a form passed the open doorway, a spectre hovered quickly into view then instantly out of sight.
The dead were stirring, as large clock in the foyer sounded midnight. The Lost Souls in a nightly parade was beginning. Each toll of the clock was met with wails outside; beckoning to be heard but never released from torment.
Bellighul lifted a book from his desk, a old tome with curled edges and filled with sheets of yellowed vellum; though the texture was not like goat or calf. "Your definition of Chaos, is surely different from mine; I do not debase myself with random acts of bafoonery and carnage." The Ebon Enigma spoke as he opened a page and dipped a quill; a large feather stained red, and scribed something within.
"Work with me? I suppose you could say that. We will talk in the morning, however, I will retire to my tower. You make ransack my home in the meantime, but remember this...I cannot harm you, but, I also do not have to protect you."
He clutched the book beneath his arm, a strange smile on his face. He began to walk out the door before pausing and looking back at Hylltywyll for a moment. "Objects often are treasured with memories, creature. Even by the dead...disturbing some in particular may be ill advised. The undead are often; vengeful. That raven belonged to someone in particular. I am thrilled to hear about it tomorrow; if you still remain that is."
Thus, the Lord of the Villa entered his chamber, safeguarded by vile arcane locks, skull like mouths opened in cold iron magically as he neared; then relocked themselves as he passed through the door.
"I'll have you know that was solid obsidian from the belly of Drakolt itself..." There was not enough wine in the chalice that could seem to quench his thirst as he slammed down the cup loudly on the desk to refill it again. Curiously, Bellighul did not mention his ghoul or it's well-being. He filled the chalice to the brim, which was not customary, and consumed the entirety before he rose upwards, walking towards the fairy, boots stomping on the ground in the silence. An awful shriek echoed down the hall, a form passed the open doorway, a spectre hovered quickly into view then instantly out of sight.
The dead were stirring, as large clock in the foyer sounded midnight. The Lost Souls in a nightly parade was beginning. Each toll of the clock was met with wails outside; beckoning to be heard but never released from torment.
Bellighul lifted a book from his desk, a old tome with curled edges and filled with sheets of yellowed vellum; though the texture was not like goat or calf. "Your definition of Chaos, is surely different from mine; I do not debase myself with random acts of bafoonery and carnage." The Ebon Enigma spoke as he opened a page and dipped a quill; a large feather stained red, and scribed something within.
"Work with me? I suppose you could say that. We will talk in the morning, however, I will retire to my tower. You make ransack my home in the meantime, but remember this...I cannot harm you, but, I also do not have to protect you."
He clutched the book beneath his arm, a strange smile on his face. He began to walk out the door before pausing and looking back at Hylltywyll for a moment. "Objects often are treasured with memories, creature. Even by the dead...disturbing some in particular may be ill advised. The undead are often; vengeful. That raven belonged to someone in particular. I am thrilled to hear about it tomorrow; if you still remain that is."
Thus, the Lord of the Villa entered his chamber, safeguarded by vile arcane locks, skull like mouths opened in cold iron magically as he neared; then relocked themselves as he passed through the door.
protect him at all cost. (can’t use discord anymore so making use of this here)
