"B-but w-we had a deal!" A man whimpered as Alasdair moved out of the shadows out on the small street. "The deal is about to be finished, you didn't keep your end of it." the Harvester said before moving up close to him, "We expected you to keep the deal, now you will suffer the consequences". The man shook his head rapidly, "N-no.. please no, give me more time.. All I.." The sentence was interrupted suddenly. Alasdair had a firm grip around the man's throat, "We took care of the competition for you, you did not do what we asked you to do." Moving the man up into the air, "Your soul belongs to us, and we are here to claim it."
The Harvester tightened the grip around the mans neck, looking at him as he squirmed and tried to escape from his grip. The tip of Alasdair's armored fingers began piercing the skin, causing blood to run down the gauntlet. His other hand moved to the Ionian man's chest and stopped an inch away from it, closing it as if he was about to punch him. Instead Alasdair moved his hand backwards rapidly, causing the man to go limp in his grasp. His soul, now rested in Alasdair's closed fist before disappearing. "We always keep our end of the deal."
He dropped the body onto the ground, looking down on it with pity. "Do not make deals you can't keep."
Post by The Darkin Blade on Aug 28, 2013 15:51:55 GMT -5
Aatrox had been lurking in the small village of Ionia. He had been...tired out, recently, by his flight from Udyr's rage, and a backwater village was a good place to replenish his strength. The places rarely missed the thieves anyhow. Tonight, though, as he was flying silently through the shadows, a strange sight caught his eye.
Landing on the building above the alleyway, he looked down to see a ghost-like figure terrifying a mortal. He stayed silent as the mortal's soul was collected, and he gave a small smirk. He was old and powerful; he could afford to be curious about this dangerous creature.
Without another sound, he dropped from the roof, landing besides Alasdair and the limp body with a loud 'Thump.' He didn't speak to Alasdair, instead spinning his sword once and stabbing it through the chest of the soulless man. The core down the middle glowed a vivid red, and blood seeped from the wound and crept up the sword, swelling into it slowly until the man's entire body was drained. When that was done, Aatrox withdrew the sword and gave Alasdair a smirk.
"I doubt you needed him any more." He looked at the sword and gave one of the segments an idle spin, the red glow fading away. "What are you? Some local ghostly legend? I've not heard of a figure who steals souls before...not in this area, at least." His red gaze turned to Alasdair, expecting an answer.
Alasdair noticed the Darkin before he landed on the ground next to him, looking at him as he drained the blood from the corpse.
"We... Are the Harvester of Sorrow and the herald of the Ruined King. So no, we are not a local legend." He moved back a bit from the Darkin, "And we do not steal souls, we claim what is ours. If they agree on our deal, it will be finished." He looked down on his gauntlet that was covered slightly in blood.
The blood began moving through the gauntlet and down on the ground, as if it was running through a piece of cloth. "Why have you come to us?"
Post by The Darkin Blade on Aug 28, 2013 16:23:46 GMT -5
Aatrox laughed. "Ha, the Ruined King? Is that what they're calling him now? Much truly has changed." He smiled at Alasdair slightly. "Why have I come? You merely caught my eye, that is all...although..." He began pacing around Alasdair, observing him from as many angles as possible. "...you make deals, then, for the Ruined King?" He answered simply and shortly.
Alasdair looked at the Darkin, moving back a bit into a Shadow. He then moved to a different shadow behind the Darkin, "Yes, we make deals for the Ruined King." When Aatrox would turn around to face Alasdair, he would have moved to the same shadow he had been in before, "Tell us, are you interested in making a deal with us?"
Post by The Darkin Blade on Aug 28, 2013 17:00:11 GMT -5
Aatrox smiled a bit. "Perhaps yes...although, I don't wish to use my soul as a bargaining chip. Tell me, Harvester. Do you know who I am?"
He followed Alasdair with every flash between shadows, talking all the while. "You see, I've been sleeping for a long time. And in that time, peace has fallen across this world. I say there's been enough of that; that it's time for a new era of war to come. That's who I am. I'm the one who shall bring war to the land once again. And, if we can come to a deal...you can help."
He smiled at the shadows. "So, does the Harvester like the sound of this?"
"We know what you are, Darkin." Alasdair said and moved out of the shadows, "If you can't give us your soul, what do you have that we will be interested in?" The Harvester moved around Aatrox again, looking at him with little to no interest.
Post by The Darkin Blade on Aug 29, 2013 12:22:29 GMT -5
Astros chuckled. "Well, you've caught me out. Perhaps I may offer something a bit more tangible, then."
He paced around Alasdair. "I could give you a promise. A promise to stay out of the Shadow Isles's way. No unwanted wars, no important undead disappearing into the night without a trace more than a bloodstain..." He paused a moment. "Or maybe I could bring you my victims, let you have their souls. It would be a practical legion of souls for you to collect."
"We are pretty sure that if you start a war with us, we will be the ones who come out on top." He said and turned around as Aatrox paced around him.
"Bring us the the souls and we have a deal. But remember, break the deal and we will come." Moving into the shadows again. Once fully in the shadows he cast a spell that marked Aatrox as an ally of the Shadow Isles that only the undead under the Ruined King could see. "You are now marked as our ally, call for us and we will come..." He said and moved out of them again, "Is there something you want help with tell us now, there are souls waiting to be claimed."
Post by The Darkin Blade on Sept 1, 2013 21:25:57 GMT -5
"Oh, the Void thought that when they invaded the Freljord. Didn't turn out so great for them, did it, now?" He shrugged. "But anyhow, at the moment, there is little I need your assistance with. Unless, perhaps, you are an adept shapeshifter, which I highly doubt. But I will call in your favor when I need it." He gave Alasdair a quick bow and began walking away slowly.
The Harvester looked at the Darkin as he talked about the Void, he had heard of them through out his service with the Ruined King. He had also been to the Freljord a few times in the past, but not so much recently.
He looked at him as he bowed and began walking away, the Harvester knew the King would want to speak to their new ally at first, "Where do you think you are going?" The harvester said and moved closer to Aatrox. he put his hand on Aatrox's neck. Usually the hand would have passed through, but the mark allowed Alasdair to physically harm or touch those who had the mark, "Our King will want to speak to you." As he finished the sentence a thick black smoke appeared around the two. In the smoke one could see the throne room on the Shadow Isles. "King, we have made a new deal that might interest you." The messenger spoke out, waiting for him to appear.
Last Edit: Oct 23, 2013 2:55:16 GMT -5 by Alasdair
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