OPEN RP: He who lies with the sunset (As told by Vlehk)

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[FeelTheAnguish]

To the members of the Anti Sanctus Chaotica,

It is only natural to believe everything told by one point of view, I will not blame any of you, you have been disillusioned. Allow me to explain something to you, something rather crucial in the understanding of that which we call Asarikox.

I would be willing to bet my life he has not told you about me, for why would he want to? I was his bastard child, the small baby he did not want or have the dedication to look after. I was made to remember this for the rest of my days, for I have carved into my arm his mark with the blunt knife. We have quite the legacy for abuse and blood does our family, Asarikox was not the first, nor will he be the last, it is the tainted blood of the daemon that will now stop our bloodline ever being truly pure. It flows through me in a similar way to my father, and I can understand much of what he feels, for it is the same daemon that dominates us both.

Although the corruption does not end there; many of you will not know that my mother was in fact a human. She was not elven, and Asarikox knew this too. He kept this as a secret, or at least she did, but I have done my research. I believe it was he who killed her, perhaps through the dishonour of bedding a human female. I have visited her grave, I have purged myself of that guilt and I blame her for nothing other than trying to calm and protect him from himself.

Although I’m sure you are not interested in my own story, but that of he who has been among you for quite some time. It is about that daemon, how it will inevitably break free and quite possibly kill you all.

I know not the name, I simply call it Requis, for it came from that blade. I know though, that much like all other daemons, it can feast on emotions, fear, life and death. It grows stronger every day that it holds a position with one such as Asarikox. Of course, he has studied this more than I have, but I doubt he will divulge too deeply into it. He knows that one day, he will be torn apart in a frenzy and simply be another victim of emotion. I was taught this too, the whole of our bloodline will suffer similar fates unless the daemon is diluted enough to stop it. I am half of Asarikox, my children will be half of myself, and with each generation we shall merge. I can perhaps see myself as a new race, for while Asarikox is an elf possessed by a daemon, I am that fusion, I am the blood and the physical.

For those of you who know my father, you will know his temperamental and erratic behaviour. At times, sly, deceptive and callous while others vicious, powerful and frenzied. You see the daemon has control, bursting free at times. Often it will do so to save Asarikox, as I have learnt by tracking him. Many have learnt to hate him for his uncanny ability to simply stay alive. It made him incredibly easy to track, until suddenly I lost his scent some time ago. He just vanished from records, people knew not of his existence, and I thought him dead.

Of course, now I know, his taint lives on, the poor soul will serve his time atop his disc until the fateful day. I only know he is now one with the chaos gods, I know not how it happened, nor do I care to know.

Up until now is much of what you may already know – I cannot know what he has already told you. I know however, he will not have told you this: My mother died, her body vanished long ago, but her spirit is with him always. This is not some spiritual belief as she is literally with him. A small blue orb, kept with him at all times, has her spirit bound within it. I am certain that if this orb is broken near her grave, she will be with me once again, and I can have parent I want, not the corrupted wretch who solemnly walks the planet. This orb however, is in his eye. It is his eye, he uses it to see.

So I ask you, as his son, as the once who is telling you the truth. I want him dead. Kill Asarikox, do what you want with him, but if all that you save is that orb, it is mine. I claim that as my prize. I have tracked him for enough time, found my way alone and weary. I simply want my mother – the parent whom will know me and I know her. That bastard who has cursed me to be torn apart like a baby in a dog’s jaw one day, I want him not to be spared for this fate. Make sure it hurts. Make sure that daemon gets what it wants. If that fool wants to go chasing blades and hunting, then make sure he dies knowing it was in vain.

Yours with anguish

Vlehk Har’Ganeth

[FeelTheAnguish]

How evil is your character?
Would you make it so Asarikox suffers so much, to know his own son wants him dead, that his allies could turn on him, to make him suffer in death so much that his soul will be mutilated like a corpse? He may have wronged, but does he deserve this?

OR

Will you crush the dreams of one who has travelled for years, just to save his mother from the icy clutches of death? Will you punish his dedication and force him to endure and entirity of agony until he gets torn apart, knowing both his parents were never there for him.


We all claim to be evil, but just how far does that extend, when some of the messages here are very real indeed?

[Darcros]

"Oi Darz Roast, a nu peper cum fer youz" bellowed Cragtor. The sinister turned around in his chair and held out his hand to recieve the note. "How many times must I say it. I am Darcros not Darth Roast....." he said as he opened the note. "Sawry boss" he said quietly as Darcros examined the letter. Darcros then arose from his chair slowly and crumpled the note in his massive hand.

"Find me Asarikox NOW" he ordered. Cragtor at first startled then ran out the door and began to search for Asarikox. "If what this says is true......" Darcros muttered.

[tannim]

((Why not both? destroy the child his quest unfulfilled,drink in his pain and curdled hope,and then turn on Asarikox,destroy him as a danger to the legion or just purely for our own amusement. Like the motto over the entrance says :Why choose the lesser of two evils.))

[Kitta]

Kitta slowly puzzled through the note and then sat for a long moment lost in thought.  She stared up at the ceiling and traced intricate designs in the ash at her feet as she sat.  She frowned and sighed and frowned again.  Then she leapt to her feet and scowled. 

"But...mothers..." she stopped and crumpled the note into a tiny wad.

"Demons..."  she threw the crumpled wad into the fireplace.

"Oh, I don't understand anyone!" she ran from the room, out into the night.

[Raulen Grimblade]

Raulen Grimblade, former Blood Advocate, sat unmoving upon what once was a dazzlingly ornate, gilded armchair. Of course, as with all things doomed to adorn such an abode, it's glory has faded away into an abysmal trench of anguish and sorrow.

And the chair was quite debased as well.

Raulens deep violet eyes made his pallid features difficult to look upon. It wasn't that he was particularly unattractive, in fact the opposite could be said (granted the oversized robe he always wore blocked any silhouette of a figure) but simply that the contrast between the darkness of his eyes and his pale skin created a ghostly, almost specter-like image; it was unnerving. As he finished reading the note, Raulen could not help but let out a contemptuous grunt. Not being one to speak out loud to himself, Raulen went over his interpretation of the situation in his head:

Yet another child who misses his mother. Disgusting creature, unfit, undeserving of my attention. However... It has been quite a while since He has been quenched. Hmmm... Of course not any simple half-elf mongrel will do. He will-

"Oi, Git!" A voice called out, immediately breaking Raulens train of thought. "Oi's be needin' dat bench."

Raulen slowly raised his head up, allowing his eyes to lock with the beady orbs of the monsterous Black Orc standing not four feet in front of him. As the seconds turned into minutes, the situation became unbearably uncomfortable for the dim-witted Orc.

"Oi's come back den." The Orc slowly shuffled away, Raulen never breaking his gaze.

[Mylfala]

Mylfala reclined in her bath, relaxing in the blood she had drained from the ill fated messenger that, unfortunately for him, crossed her path. In one hand she clutched the note he had been delivering.

With an eyebrow raised she scanned the contents of the note, drinking it in.

"A family dispute?" She chuckled. "Oh please."

Mylfala crumpled the note and tossed it against the wall. Settling down into the still warm blood she tried to forget what it had said, but her mind refused to let it go. Family... Family... The word ran through her head, echoing ominously until her rage started to rise. She swallowed and looked over at the paper sitting woefully on the floor. Mylfala sighed and shook her head.

I should just forget about it... She thought desperately. Still, the other half in her stirred.
But there will be suffering...

[Darcros]

Cragtor was looking under a rock when Darcros appeared before him. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked angrily. "Meez lookin fer da floaty boy" he said with a grin. "You greenskins are useless......anyway I have a new assignment for you. I will look for Asarikox while you go tell my brothers to try and locate him through magic. Then keep them company so you dont get in my way" Darcros said. Cragtor nodded and left.

To find Asarikox would require cunning and this just occured to Darcros. He needed to find him. He was part of the Aegis and his duty was clear. Asarikox needed his 'attention'.

[FeelTheAnguish]

Asarikox was delicately cutting the thigh tissue of one of the corpses with a knife as  sharp as his tounge, such was the concentration that said tounge was almost sticking out his mouth. Suddenly a noise jolted his concentration, and the knife dug sharply into the side of his hand with a curse.
A little winged messenger, made of magic, held open an image of Darcros' brothers.
"You need to learn to knock" Asarikox grumbled as he slid the blade from his hand and gave his fingers a wiggle.
"Darcros needs to see you"
"No hello? No nice to see me?"
"This isn't one of those times we're afraid"
Asarikox frowned, wondering what could possibly require him to be called from his haven of chaos to visit...
"Since when have I reported to Darcros?" Asarikox growled at the two images from the portal "If he wishes to see me, I am here, I'm always here, I never leave, you should all know that by now"

As the brothers tried to speak, Asarikox frowned once more and closed the portal with a flicker of his hand. He did not wish to speak to them - if Darcros wanted to see him, he was quite at liberty to. It was puzzling him though, what it could possibly be about that the tone of the message was so...cold.

[Darcros]

The same raven approached Darcros in his study. "He is in his chambers brother" Said the two figures. "What?! How is Cragtor so stupid as to not check there first.....it makes no difference. I must get to him before anyone else." he said coldly.

Darcros locked up his chambers and headed off to Asarikox's room. His thoughts fleeting through his mind. He began to bicker with himself on the way.

He is under the protection of the Aegis he must be protected. But that soul in his eye must have suffered much it would be most tasty. The lords will not be pleased. They will not care. He is strong. I am stronger. He has allies. I have control. That soul in his eye I thought it was an extension of himself and would bring him harm. It is not it is mine for the taking. I cant. WE MUST.

[Raulen Grimblade]

After the dull-witted Orc, if you will excuse the redundancy, had left the hall Raulen currently resided in, he let out a rare laugh.

Perhaps that would not be the best course of action. There are much bigger fish to fry, as I believe that human saying goes.

With a certain deliberate laze, Raulen slowly began to rise to his feet. He stood there, completely motionless (as per the usual) deciding on what course of action he should take first. After several seconds, the slightest glimmer of a smile... no, more of a grin lurked upon his lips. After taking a single step the doors crashed open, and a calamitous rumble could be heard throughout the eastern half of the Sanctum. A green ball of muscle and iron was stampeding towards Raulen. It charged towards him, faster and faster, until finally it was upon him, although he still stood there motionless, gazing at the marvel that was Orcish alacrity.

"Oi's got'cha now!" The lump bellowed as he crashed into Raulens former throne. "Hur, hur, hur! Bet'cha thought ya could keep dis bench from me! Din'tcha?" He called as he disappeared through the door again, bent back, carrying the ornate chair upon his chest.

Raulen sighed. How unfortunate that I must keep company with such... simpletons.

The former Blood Advocate, former Black Guard, former owner of a marvelous chair simply strolled out of the room, following the path of destruction sewn by the thieving Orc. He traversed that halls in search of a very specific room. One that would be of great importance to his machinations. After nearly an hour of navigating through the ever-changing halls of the Sanctum, he finally arrived at his destination. He slowly raised his hand to shoulder height, and softly snapped his fingers. Steadily tendrils of dark energy began to manifest from what was assumed to be thin air (although one could never be sure in such an unholy place). These lurid sprouts of chaos energy were taking form. It looked faintly like a chair, like the chair that was stolen from him earlier. In fact, it was! It was the exact same chair, down to the very last bronzed detail. Somewhere there was a hopelessly confused Orc.

Raulen sat down upon his reclaimed throne, just to the left of the door leading into the chambers of Asarikox Requis, legs crossed, hands resting upon the arms of the chair. An expression of expressionlessness painted upon his face.

[Mylfala]

"Myllyfala! Myllyfala!" Into the chamber where Mylfala was, burst Gribbley, her personal shaman.

"What is it?" She looked at him slightly irritated. The creature had a huge grin on it's face with a piece of parchment in it's sticky fingers.

"Iz got note! Iz got wun! Dere'z funny fings goin' on, Myllyfala."

Mylfala snatched the note from her excited gobbo companion and was un-surprised to see the same letter she had recieved earlier. "Yes, I've recieved one as well."

The goblin stopped in his tracks, with a scheming expression slithering onto his face. "Iz finkin'... Iz finkin' dat wez gotz an oppertunity. We'z new. We'z jus got here."

"What are you implying?"

"We'z unex..unexpectid. We'z unda... We'z not bery powaful right?"

Mylfala stopped and thought. She could almost hear the wheels in the scheming goblin's head turning and like most of his discusting, disturbing ideas, she liked where this was going. "No. No we are not."

"We'z pik da right side an beet dem to it... All da ASC... Dey lookit us. Meybe..." Gribbley grinned, exposing his jagged teeth. "Wez catch 'im an' dey mad at 'im, dey be happi wit us... Den we gets higher. Denz wun day wen dez trust us... Maybee we be da big boss..."

A smile played about Mylfala's lips. It wasn't a bad idea. Supposing they used this opportunity to aid their own interests... It just might work.

"Interesting. Well, we might as well dig a little deeper shall we?" She said, getting out of her bloody bath. Gribbley handed her a towel hanging on a chair.

"Bes of all, I iz alredy been chekin about... Iz kno where da Asari guy iz."

"Well we should get to it then," she replied. Gribbley giggled, then ran out of the room go to spy on the various members, checking responses to the letter. Mylfalia sighed happily. But why only help one? Why not torment both? She licked her lips in anticipation. Whatever would come of this, she was sure to enjoy it.

[Darcros]

((Was that some random orc Raulen?))

Darcros walked briskly through the halls of sanctum. He was in no rush for he had not made the decision to eat the soul or not. He kept debating with himself but could not find an answer. He prayed for the Raven's wisdom. Dacros gazed at Asarikox's chambers down the hall to see a ghostly figure sitting outside of it. He started to move faster, whether he wanted the soul or not this one could be a threat to either plan.

"Who the devil are you?" Darcros asked angrily. The ghostly elf stood up and glared at him blankly. "A mute? Or are you just foolish?" Darcros asked with growing anger. Again his only response was his uncomfortable gaze. "No skin of my bones....cant say the same for you..." he said as he unsheathed his blade. "Are you here for Asarikox?"

[Mylfala]

As Mylfala and Gribbley neared the entrance to Asarikox's chamber, they saw the two individuals in a stare down. Mylfala, thinking quickly, took to the shadows, while Gribbley marched straight up to Darcros. Unashamed, he looked between the dark elf and the chosen.

"Wot yu gitz doin' 'ere? You'ze got da note too?"

Mylfala covered her mouth and shook her head. Gribbley was never known for his subtlety.

[Raulen Grimblade]

((The Orc has no further impact upon my story. Feel free to do with him what you will. You can choose if he was random or not.))

After only minutes of waiting outside the door, the first visitor finally found his way to the destination. It was a very large, angry looking Chosen, who seemed to be slightly distracted by something. After rudely inquiring about his identity, Raulen decided it was best to stand up, the Chosen were famous for their impetuousness, and he thought this Darcros might attack him out of sheer impulse. Several more rude comments came before the Chosen drew his wicked blade and asked: "Are you here for Asarikox?"

Raulen contemplated the bluntness of the question. No eloquence to it what-so-ever. A full minute passed, and as Raulen was about to decide on an answer a strange Goblin walked up and offered up an even more absurd question. "Wot yu gitz doin' 'ere? You'ze got da note too?"

Raulen heard the stifling of laughter someplace near by, but paid no attention to it. He let out a rare public laugh and sat down. "I have no idea what either of you are talking about." He shifted his gaze back to the Chosen, "Please sheathe your blade. I would hate to have to kill you for such a petty reason as a simple misunderstanding." He turned back to the little shaman, "You should stay with your companion."

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