The Pawn

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The Pawn

Post by Undying » February 10th, 2019, 2:03 pm

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The Pawn
Amongst the many tales spun within the realm, the story of The Pawn is lesser known. It is said he was born to a humble beginning, shopkeepers in the [REMOVED]. If that was all, then surely the tale would have no hook; no innate interest within it to bear telling. They had left Kaduraas in a flurry with not much in their possession save a few family items and a baby yet to be born.

As on the board, The Pawn seems insignificant at first, a paltry thing to be traded or discarded in support of the larger coming...But, if that minor thing should survive the gauntlet and reach the other side the potential is limitless

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Re: The Pawn

Post by Undying » February 16th, 2019, 9:36 am

The Spark

The travel through the Rumbling Pass had been uneventful; aside from the usual harassment from the bureaucracy. He had dreaded his interactions with the cattle that stepped through the line, content to be passive as they lived their lives. He had also been sure to play their game; a friendly smile on his otherwise plain-looking face. Without a second glance he had been waved through.

Some weeks had passed and his hunger had grown, a manifestation of the power he sought to consume. It had started as a little pang, like that felt in the early morning after too early a supper and too long a slumber. This hunger, however, was not simply a physical thing; it was a yearning within the very depths of his soul, an unrequited need that begged to be addressed.

This was his challenge, he did not know what would sate this desire. He had tasted many physical things; things he would never have dreamed consuming in his quest to abate the hunger. He had found respite in some for a time, only to find the hunger had grown not long after. He had tried to feed his mind with books and knowledge, these too also only seemed to grow the need. He had busied himself as a laborer hoping his quest against idleness would find success.

Yet there was still no abatement. Until he spoke those words, the principatus, in a meaningful, albeit almost benign, manner. The world around him seemed to react to his being, embracing him into a fold that he had never known, but must have always longed for. It was simply a spark brought to being by knowledge and will, but that spark seemed to drive at something deeper. He had found the source of his hunger and the only thing that would satisfy it.

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Re: The Pawn

Post by Undying » March 10th, 2019, 2:14 pm

Desperation
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His heart pounded in his chest and he felt as though it were trying to crawl through his throat. Desperation had gripped him in the recent weeks with a thirst for knowledge consuming his very being. He was alone in this world; weak and untrained and at risk for of being burnt at the stake for the very thing which now drove his purpose. He had seen the repository in the small outpost, more goods than they could ever manage to use with spell components and tomes likely hidden in the corners and containers therein.

He was not strong, but strong enough...and wily. His prey careless and doe-eyed as they often were, he had followed the red-robed man for sometime carefully noting his habits and manners. He had heard the laboring inside, the frump of a man with his unkempt beard and slovenly hair had only made the choice that much more fitting. With the twist of a pick the lock clicked loose. Still the man labored unawares until the desperate man pushed over the stones blocking the doorway. They tussled, panic replacing the desperation with a fresh wave of fear. He could be undone here in this moment before he had moved into place. Finally, that sickening crack as the blow sent his prey into a stupor and then to the ground.
The assault had been too long, too careless. He would have to get better; faster if had any hope on his own. Pity and fear stayed his hand from ending the man in the room. That and singular focus. Quickly he patted down his pockets and removed the keys. This would keep the hunger in his soul at bay for a little longer.

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Re: The Pawn

Post by Undying » March 17th, 2019, 10:52 pm

An end. In an unmarked grave. In a pit of despair. He reached. He failed and the Songmaker laughed. For that is the tale of the Pawn that never became and the Spark that never took.

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