His Story

[eadgarvile]

Eadgar Vile was his name.
The young priest-helper, draped in an old robe tied at his breast so that his arms could not freely leave his side or torso. with eyes that mirrored the sea and silver hair that sagged along the back of his head.
His pale skin was dry as a stone in the sunlight he trekked through in the midst of townsfolk babbling and chatting of strangely undeterminable gossip. Those he did pass took a moment of their time to stare him down like a wild puppy and whince the other way from disgust of his name and hair. Why it mattered to so many that he had silver hair, it made no sense to him whatsoever. And was it possible that as he turned a corner, a boy did shove him into the baking dirt on the ground and spit on his robe.
"Cursed and vile Eadgar! Leave our town of Chorrol for good! Curse you again, you slug!"
Townsfolk gave a few chuckles, and continued their humble business. But Eadgar felt ashamed again for his family name, and his family "Curse" as they called it. His silver hair stood out so strong that events such as what just took place happened regularly on a common basis. And taking a step back to his feet, he continued forward to the chapel.
"Leave us be, Eadgar Vile! Leave us! Leave us forever!!"


"And the god did speak his word, and our world was created:
In Earth and Wind, and Fire and Water; Let our praises be to his name! Let our prayers be answered by his glory, and sin be erased from our lives. Dispel the shadows within your hearts and let a candle's warmth shine in you from dawn till dusk!
Amen."
The hustle and bustle of the church continued on as usual. There was tea and food lay upon the tables for folk to enjoy during sermons, and not a single sip or nibble could Eadgar taste. Custom, in the church of Chorrol.
Eadgar was to close the Saint's book, and remove his over-robe.
"Thank you kindly, Vole. Take it to the hanger o'er there then return to me for further work."
"Yes, Saint." Said Eadgar, removing the Churchmaster's garment and walking through a crowd of people to the hanger.
He was shoved twice along the way, and did reach his destination.
"Ow!" he hissed as an unknown hand pinched his neck.
"Keep away from us, boy. Leave for home."
"No thank you, ma'am. I'm not quite... Umm... Oh!"
Shoved again, Eadgar decided it was not wise to keep his tongue waving and instead to keep it shut.
Nobody listened to him anyway so why the use?
Turning around Eadgar slithered among the crowd as he was quite thin and agile at this kind of thing. He made it to the Saint unharmed and bowed his head in honor of the greater follower of their humble gods.
"My next task, Saint Moreson?"
The Saint turned his aging gaze to Eadgar, and Eadgar could see in his eyes the wisdom and intensity of longevity. This was how the Saint always focused on Eadgar's next task.
Every single time.
So as hard stone observed sea-green emerald, there was a sudden flinch from the Saint.
"Bah! Go and mop the stone floors and clean the ditches. I'm sick of looking at you for today. Head to work now."
Eadgar nodded and swiftly spun around, making sure to roll his eyes before he began a hastened journey to the mop stall.
A mop that hadn't been washed itself for eight months and twenty seven days.
Not to mention it cleaned seventy nine rooms each morn and dusk.
What a fun job Eadgar had.
Reaching the mop stall after several minutes of walking through the labrinth of a chapel and grabbing it with a quick hand, Eadgar rushed through the rooms with the soggy moldy dirty grimy gooey smelly stale mop to clean each as he had always done.
Hours after, he had finished, he headed outside and in a small moment it was torrential with stone wet rain freezing his pale flesh and mingle bones. After his tasks were finished, Edgar threw his hood over his head and sulked back to his poverish hut in the backalleys of the city of Chorrol.

The door slammed closed behind the soaked figure of Eadgar Vile, a stench of rotten rain wafting along the tops of the roof and into every inch of his home.
"Eadgar!" shouted a small voice, and soon after followed many others.
"Eadgar Eadgar Eadgar! Play cat!!"
Eadgar chuckled softly and kneeled down to look at all seven children of his sister.
"You guys want to play cat catch?"
"Cat cat cat!"
"Alright. Run!!" All of the children squealed with mirth and ran into the depths of the house to hide from "Eddycat".
Eadgar took these few moments he had by himself to good use, and he quickly plummeted into his hay-bed, smelling the woody pine smell of the fresh hay from outside, and gathering its small shroud of warmth to wear before chasing after the three sets of twins and single-born child.
"I'm coming, mice! Run and flee and scream at me!! Rarr!"
"Playing with them again, Eddy?"
Eadgar was caught off guard as sudden giggles from hidden corners of the room were let loose from their secret holders.
"Oh! Selaine? I thought you were selling your baker-"
putting her hand over his mouth to shush him, she raised her worn bony fingers and quietly ushered in his ear the words "They are supposed to be in bed, young man."
Eadgar felt humiliated.
"Don't call me young man! You're acting like mom(and occasionally, dad)! I'm a grown man anyway! I happen to know what's best for me."
"If you do then leave this house and feed on your own bread and milk. Under my house, you will live by its rules and its alone. Children! Off to bed with Eadgar." she said sternly, Selaine's worn hazel eyes exploding with intensity.
"But mo-" "Now!"
Eadgar shook his head and rolled his eyes just as he had earlier in the day, and grabbed another long robe off of the hanger(Repulsive as the hanger held unwashed clothes for days on end) to throw it across his body as the cloak he always wore stayed.
Walking throgh a dark hallway with few lit candles, he found his bed and collapsed in it.
"Good night, you children. Good night Eadgar, ready yourself in the morning. We need those coppers early."
The candle was blown out, and footsteps haunted the bedrooms with stretching echoes, but Eadgar heard none of this.
He was already asleep.


(I will continue on to this at some point, I'm just on at 12:05 AM and typing a beginner for my character. Teehee. Umm... Please nobody come in to the roleplay yet, I guess. Eadgar's going to RP with himself for a while, probably 1 or 2 pages filled. Then it might be time for him to show the other end of the leaf.)

[eadgarvile]

(I continued onto the Roleplay. It should show a little bit more of Eadgar's daily lifestyle.)

[eadgarvile]

Selaine awoke in the night from a banging noise and the soft drum of footsteps.
All was black at this time of night, the only light coming from the moon laying upon dim sprinkles of light cloaked in the sky's mast.
None, not even a twinkle, did spread light on the household, and so darkness lay in empty space.
"Hello?" Selaine murmured into the black silence.
A crack from the end of the hallway like snapping twigs did ring her ears.
"Who is in my house? Answer me or the guard'sll have your hide and bones!"
"Selaine? Is something wrong?" Eadgar voiced over his sister, keeping an eye on her own to watch what she did.
"Eadgar!! Don't ever startle me like this!!" She hissed with ground teeth.
Eadgar stuttered and gave a heaving sigh, his crisping breath seen in the stale air.
"I'm sorry... I got up to take a walk outside. My heart was aching for a simple breath of fresh air in the forests bordering our city."
"What?! Again?!" Selaine's blaring red cheecks glowed warm in the icy cold, hot with anger, and she nearly burst as she grabbed his arm and drew him close to her face to say--
"One more time, Eadgar Rose Vile," raising her finger, Selaine stared him straight between his eyes, their noses close enough he could smell her hot streams of air she blew out of her nostrils.
"one more time and you will never return to this household! Every night this happens! Ev-" "Actually not every ni-" "-ery night I deal with you taking your own decisions to go off by yourself and yourself alone to sit in those accursed woods! Blast them with fire, Gods!! Once more Eadgar and you will never step into my household... Mum and Father would be as displeased as I am raising my own useless brother, and I cannot stand this anxiety 'annymore! Abide these rules I have given to this family, and you may stay... But once more...
And you will be all alone for the rest of your life."
Finishing her sentence, Selaine drew back her hand from Eadgar's arm and slapped him once across the face.
"Back to bed, boy."
Eadgar was stiffened by her dialogue, and raised his trembling hand to his cheeck to feel he searing mark of his sister's frozen hand.
"Yes ma'am..."
Holding back a small puddle of tears, Eadgar hurried away into the darkness to his bedroom.


It was midnight. Midnight once more. And Eadgar could not sleep.
His memories began to flip flop and dive around in his mind, memories of his family and memories of who he once was, who he was now, and who he may become.
And also how his enjoyment of leaving the house was now a burden.
Once more... Once more Eadgar.
Eadgar whinced and brought a hastened hand to his cheeck to feel the burning heat of the punishment his sister delivered nights before.
Mum and Father would be as displeased as I am raising my own useless brother,
Eadgar let a teardrop plunge from his eye to the rotted stone floor, and he felt unwanted.
And then, his memory did push forward a slight nudge of a certain someone.
Her name was Maggie Wrist, and he loved her.
Love. A strong word, he would imagine.
And in a relaxing thought of his longing in the world, he did let his eyes shut closed and eased his thoughts into a nice hum of happiness. His only happiness 'mid his troubles.
And he began to dream.


I walked into a marble room, milk and pearl white with a brimming glow of light.
Bright light, compared among condescending rays of sun.
Flowers were perfectly arrayed in displays of marvelous color: deep shades of green and light ocean blue, marigold and pungeant crimson. And a single white tulip did sleep mid the canvas of brilliance, o'er which my drudging eye could gaze among dancing petals and blades of emerald grass.
Once alone, I now could notice not far a walk beyond me 'twas a lady in ever a violet dress, laughing as it danced lightly from bloom to bloom.
I then could see it was a beautiful young woman with a basket of more brilliant colors that my eyes did lay on.
Her curly hair, strawberry blonde and reflecting the light of the bright sun above her radiant face, and her cheecks were high held and presently chuckling mid the beautiful colors she garnished in her basket.
'Miss,' I did begin to speak as I took steps forward to trade words with her and learn by memory her name, 'may I ask-- if it would not bother you nor distract -- what a gorgeous lady such as yourself would do with those flowers? May I purchase one with what little money I do have in pocket?'
I took several quicker steps forward towards her, my eyes mascarading as there was so many beautiful sights to see in this room.
She did not answer me, still bending with an eased back and gingerly plucking rose by rose with hands I could mistake for the rose petals themselves.
'Ma'am?' I asked once more, unsure whether her small ear had heard me true or false.
And I was elated as she tossed her head to look at me, standinb back up straight like an upside-down waterfall's grace.
I smiled as wide as I could and slightly bowed my head.
And then the white roses turned a different shade.
And I was in a sudden moment disturbed by their swift alteration.
The woman was as surprised as I, and she did take a step closer to me, dropping her basket of blood-red roses, crimson liquid splashing among the milk-white floor.
My eyes widened in sudden godspeed, and I reached forward to embrace the young woman and protect her as well as I could as from the tops of the halls and pillars as well as the sky itself did poor blood red rain and petals of roses.
Roses and roses, beautifully grim in their dance to the flooded ground.
I turned my baffled eyes then to gaze my last sight upon the beautiful young lady, and I let out a scream as I noticed what I had done.
I had killed her.
And from the roses she held in her vibant hair, a drop of blood mocked me as it plunged into the ruby-red river above our feet.

[eadgarvile]

It was a velvety-black night once more, and a set of covers lay thrown upon Eadgar's haybed.
But swathed within them was nothing but air, no Eadgar was in this house once more.
The window curtains did breathe the midnight wind, and the moon stood stiff.
All of the shuddering stars did stand still.
And all was silent, no Eadgar to be found.


"Breakfast! Eadgar, Sal', Mark, Rose, Sam, Nate, Ted, Tyler! Grand Mum and Dad! Breakfast!!" shouted Selaine through the small house. Child followed by another child and another sprang into the kitchen and grabbed a seperate bowl of cabbage and milk. For some reason, they all slurped down the mixture and gnashed the last few bits with their small teeth, gulped it all down, and hurried back to their playing. The two grandparents soon made it in, each robed in a tattered blanket to keep the sickness of cold away, and they ate the same soup as the young ones.
Only one bowl, other than Selaine's, was untouched.
Selaine for a moment twitched her eye, sratched it, and called once more: "Eadgar! Come get your breakfast!"

Eadgar sneaked along the side of his house, finding the curtain he had left open the day before. What a deuce he was to leave his cloak inside of his room. Without it anyone could spot him and know what he was from his clothing. He listened quickly, and as he heard his sister yelling to him specifically for breakfast, he quickly grabbed the windowsill and yanked himself over the window, landing on the ground like a cat. Perfect, eased, athletic.
He quickly searched for his cloak. Nowhere could he see it along the floor, nor on the wallhanger.
Then, swirling around to check behind his back, he could see where he had left it. It was under his worn writing desk, the desk he never used anyway.
Grabbing it, he heaved and it resented his force. Yet, the cloak did give in, and Eadgar managed to pull it free.
"Eadgar! Are you in there?"
"Yes, Selaine!"
Eadgar had no time left, her voice was just outside his room. Godspeed, he tugged the cloak around him and pulled both ends to his torso, tying them loosely as he had not enough time to tie them tight.
"Eadgar! What in the God's names..."
Eadgar turned his gaze to stare at his sister, and she stared back at him.
"..Yes..?"
"You should be in for breakfast! By now your soup is cold. Get in the kitchen now." Selaine hissed, and Eadgar quickly nodded, a drop of sweat falling from his forehead.
"C-coming sister..."
Eadgar hurried into the kitchen and chugged his breakfast down his throat, taking hardly any time to chew the cabbage. With a large gulp, he whiped his lips with his sleeve and went through the front door. The Saint would be waiting for him.
Eadgar did not even say goodbye.
That was close.

[eadgarvile]

It was midday, near a month after Eadgar had his close encounter with his sister. And a month since his horrible dream. Midday, and Eadgar was running through the streets of Chorrol at as hastened a pace as he could muster.
His life depended on it.

"You! Come back here! They want'cha!" Bellowed a hoarse voice from a few yards behind Eadgar.
"Leave me be!" Eadgar shouted behind his shoulder. The mascarade of men only broke out in terrible laughter. "Ha! Leave ye be? Men! He wants us to leave 'im be! Arhaha!" The men once again broke out in mirth, and Eadgar felt the confidence in himself falter.
"Then you'll just have to catch me!" The men watched Eadgar turn a corner, and they quickly followed, but as they came 'round there was no Eadgar to look upon.
"'Ey! Where'dee go?" yelled a baffled bandit to the rest of the pack, and all joined in with the same questions.
Then all but one yelped and took a step back as the unaffected bandit near the edge of the building lifted his hand to his forehead and collapsed upon the ground, unconscious.
"Argh! Get the lad!!" The bandits broke out in fierce roars and mascaraded around the entire city.

Eadgar was dashing along the top of a building, keeping a pace with himself and watching below the streets who was where, and what was who.
One did spot him, and Eadgar quickly turned away, but despite his avoidance, the bandit grabbed a ladder for reaching the tops of trees laid next to a fruit shop and soon found his way to meet Eadgar.
"I found ye! Men! Men, the boy's 'ere!" Few cries came from below, and Eadgar knew this was bad, but he kept his pace true.
"So! Can you tell me sir why you are after me?"
The bandit laughed(of course, as Eadgar guessed he would) and replied "You're a thief!"
Eadgar chuckled and shook his head.
"A thief? What did I steal?"
The bandit was dumbfounded for a quick moment, but caught himself and leapt after Eadgar, making sure not to lose his focus of the terrain field.
"You stole umm.. Urgh... That cloak 'o yours!"
Eadgar raised an eyebrow.
"Umm.. Really...?"
"Shut your mouth thievsy!"
Eadgar grinned, his eyebrows curved slyly, and he drew out his staff from under his cloak. The bandit never saw it coming, and Eadgar whacked him clean in the forehead. But that wasn't the end, Eadgar kicked him in the stomach, grabbed his neck, winded the staff behind his own shoulder and plunged the end into one of his veins. The bandit slightly gurgled his words, and then fell unconscious. Eadgar let him drop to the ground and then turned to continue his pace. There were so many rooftops! And there, upon the horizon of his vision, he could see three lumps stand on top of the roofs as well.
Eadgar realized they were more of the stupid men, and he changed directi-oh nevermind! Two men were on the roof to his left, and Eadgar stepped back as he watched them plunge onto the same roof, and then with weapons in hand each of them lunged towards Eadgar. Eadgar twisted to the right, one slashing right next to his ear-- fatally close -- the other nearly grazing his torso.
Eadgar grabbed his staff once more and thrust it forward horizontally parallel with the ground. The next lunges sent towards him were then stopped. The bandits grumbled, both sets of eyes widening slightly to the strength of this young boy, and then the fun part came.
Eadgar leapt forward, staking the end of his staff into one bandits eye. Then, whipping around(making sure he dodged the fist of the victim bandit, flailing around as he could no longer see through one eye) he threw his hand forward to grab the vein of the other man and pinch it. The bandit let out a girly cry, and a slight tear fell from the corner of his washing eyes, but then he collapsed. Eadgar turned back to the previous bandit and with one quick toss met his staff with the man's forehead, and so now three were down. Eadgar, his brow now dripping with sweat, remembered the figures headed for his direction as he was running along only moments earlier. Turning to look at their general direction, they were now no hard feat to find.
They were but two rooftops away.
Eadgar cursed and looked down below the house he was on, and could see close ground(or at least closer than most other patches) and with a great pool of hope welling inside of him, he jumped off the building and landed on the ground, using a quick roll to break his fall.
"'Ey! You come back 'ere!!"
Eadgar took a deep breath and let his instincts guide him. Eadgar now slithered among the streetways and corners, trying to be as random in direction as possible so he couldn't be spotted as easily. But, of course there were bandits that caught his figure, and soon but a mere few minutes Eadgar was once again pursued.
There were four on his back, Eadgar could count. Four was quite a hard number to beat.
But, that's why he had a small knowledge of magicks to aid him.
Turning around, Eadgar raised his staff and shouted a strange murmur of words that slurred in the ear.
The four men grew confused, their faces contorting with dumbfounded surprise.
"Wha' did 'e say?"
Eadgar snapped his fingers, eyes now open, and with another grin he turned around and began his sprint again.
"'Ey! Come back!"
The men all ran forwards, but stopped as each met a solid wall of light, then condesending into a concussion.
"Oi... Wha' happ'nd?"

Eadgar was still on the run, dashing left and right, and left again. It was a maze in Chorrol! But soon he did find a recognizable path, and though two bandits caught him in their eyes, Eadgar fingered with his outstretched hand and as he grabbed his staff's pommel raised the staff above his head and let the hum from the honey colored jewel ring outward.
"Wha'zze doin'?" said one to the other. The other was about to reply, but then a shout came from Eadgar, and both of the bandits shivered in fear.
"Armatonna!"
Eadgar's eyes were closed, as he knew the effect of this spell would definately stun him if only he would keep them open.
But the bandits didn't know that, and each clutched and scratched at his eyes, wailing and whining at the pain of the sunbright light expelled from the staff's gem.
Eadgar then lowered it and stuck the gem within his cloak, covering it with his other hand and feeling the great warmth of its candle-heat let the glow simmer into nothing, and then he hurried back home. Not a single bandit found him then, or at least none wanted to follow him anymore.

[eadgarvile]

It was late at night, truly late. The skies showed the stars, their pearly white glimmers shaking the world and its inhabitants. And the moon shimmered like a crystal-clear lake, a bright silver medallion wrapped around the neck of the velvet aether.
"It's late, you know..." and loose broken was the utter silence as a dark man, robed just like the one before him, walked towards his brother-figure, and perched next to him.
"I know. No need to waste your time.." Eadgar spoke softly, his eyes unmoving from the black streets that wormed through the city. The man sighed deeply, and then patted Eadgar on the back.
"Brother in bloodshed and bloodtaken, my time ceases to waste when it is directed towards you. We are both equal in this place, in this set of occupation, and as people. No hard feelings now, Eadgar?"
Eadgar was speechless, and after a moment of taking his time in, he breathed in and shook his head.
"No hard feelings. It's jus-"
"Eadgar! Quit troubling yourself. It only puts you down. Think up! Cheer up, while you're at it. You'll get through this. Remember the teachings of our humblest gods, how no matter the towering darkness does reach, a light can reach higher. Let us go have a drink, shall we?"
Eadgar lowered his head, nodded, and gave a small chuckle.
"Sure. You never cease to strike me at the oddest times." laughed the rare-side of Eadgar Vile, and Darek helped him up.
"Then we shall talk of more things, far and wide, a jest and a boon! Ahaha!" Darek threw his arm around Eadgar's shoulders, and as both laughed they walked through the attic-door of the church building, telling jokes and chatting, to the very bottom floor. Eadgar was glad to have his good friend there, for the small time they ever had to speak to one another.
Darek had always been like a father-figure to Eadgar, seeing as Eadgar never met his own. Darek, several years older than Eadgar and nearing a silver beard, was Eadgar's best friend.
His only friend.
And Eadgar was glad for that, as always.
"Thanks..." Said Eadgar quietly to Darek.
"Aah, never better my friend."
And the two walked off along the dark streets of chorrol.


"So who's my new assignment.." Eadgar brought up to his master. The old man raised his eyebrow to Eadgar, his stare stabbing into Eadgar's chest hard enough that Eadgar winced just a pinch from the gaze.
"You are up for another? Aehehe..." The old man took a crusting raspy laugh, then coughed. Eadgar drew back just the slightest in disgust, it sounded like a choking mule.
"Aehaha! Well... We have another assignment. There is a man who goes by the name of Plareus Finchman. Do you recognize that name?"
Eadgar lowered his eyes to the corner of his vision and considered the name, moments later realizing who his master had spoken of and nodding his head smoothly.
"That baker at the north-west end of town? Sure I know him. One day when I tried to buy bread from his shop, he instead gave me a stale piece with mold growing on the side. Might I mention it was soggy, too."
Eadgar rolled his eyes remembering that baker, and kicked his legs onto the wooden table seperating him and the old man. The candle that illuminated the stone room shivered slightly from the shaking, but still lighted the blades shimmering in the master's eyes.
"Good... You know what to do then, correct? His daily routine is quite simple... And quite lazy. Report back when you have finished the job, keep your blade clean and remember the back route will have guards in it this Riseday, so that is a factor you'd best take to thought. Now go!" The master jerked with a loud echo, and Eadgar nodded his head.
"I will get the job done, I assure you." Eadgar cooed, and taking his hands off both hilts of the blades strapped to each side of himself, he stood up from the table and with a quick motion slid out of the room, making sure to close the curtain.
"Kadanni and Karanna, keep sharp at my side. You'll be fed, I am sure of it. Patience."

[eadgarvile]

It was raining, during the black cloud of night, and Eadgar was perched as he was every moon-night on the top of the clocktower, observing the streets.
Where was the baker's home, he thought to himself. The city of Chorrol was not large, not under any means, but it was big. Big enough to puzzle Eadgar.
Yet moments later, Eadgar grinned. There, he saw the house.
And off he bounded into the darkness.

Plareus Finchman was sitting on his bed, sheets tangled and tossed, rubbing his long bent nose. His night cap twitched as he sneezed a great calibur, hand over his mouth, and then he gave a tear as he croaked a hoarse cough. Eyes watering, he whiped his nostrils clean with his sleeve and laid back into his sheets, closing his eyes and praying for a comfortable night's sleep.
Minutes passed. And minutes melted into hours. Plareus' prayer was not granted, and he sat back up in bed one last time.
Fingering for the matches on the small stool next to his bed, he pinched one and raked it along a slab of something. The match lit, the flame lapping up the cold air around it, and Plareus gingerly alighted the match to the candle, and as the two kissed, the candle's whick flamed and both glowed with the same radiance.
Shaking the match to blow out the flame, Plareus picked up a book he'd bought from the local library and picked up from where he left off the previous day.
But then the pages turned black, and Plareus whiffed a trail of smoke.
Turning his head to his left, he saw nothing that was lit.
The candle he had burned a moment ago was out of flame. That was common, Plareus thought, but...
There were no windows, and the candle had over half of the entire whick left.
Plareus whimpered like a dog for a slight second, and closed the book in his hands.
'Maybe... I'll just stay asleep.." he spoke to himself, but as he laid back in bed he realized something, a feeling anyone would be able to touch in their minds.
The feeling that he wasn't alone.
"Sleep well... I never wanted your bread anyway.."

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[eadgarvile]

"Eadgar, you return!" The master wheezily spoke, chuckling with great mirth-- this slightly creeped Eadgar whenever he saw it happen -- and leaned back on his wooden chair.
"Yes, master. And the pay is?.."
"The pay? Bah! You'll have to wait for a time to pass, boy. Besides, the old man was ready to die anyway. It needs not much pay-- one of the recruits could have finished him almost near as quickly as you did."
Eadgar sighed and felt rage boil inside of his chest, frothing up to his cheeks and burning the skin on his face.
"Yes, master." Eadgar spoke stiffly, having gone like this for a week and a half already.
"Aehaha! Good. Now, I have a special assignment now... You must lean in to hear it in full detail as I will halt from repeating. Come on, boy!" The old man spat, showing abroad his honey-amber teeth that were jagged and jumbled like a pair of twigs tossed in a river.
Eadgar shivered and leaned in, and after asking what it was, the old man spoke quietly-- more quiet than Eadgar had ever known he could speak-- and told Eadgar of a mission that made him cry.
"Master! You cannot expect me to do this!?" Eadgar stood from his chair, banging his fists into the wooden table.
"Boy!" The old man barked as he stretched out of his chair and stood inches taller than Eadgar, shooting his eyes into Eadgar's own, "Either you accept this, or you will be killed! This is the covenant you swore upon our company! Denying orders is like a dog refusing to obey! You will be punished..." With his last sentence, the master leaned into Eadgar, and his eyes slithered like a serpent into Eadgar's mind. A permanent image that Eadgar could never erase.
Quivering, as this man frightened Eadgar too harshly not to, Eadgar nodded.
"Good..."

[eadgarvile]

Eadgar's eyes watered as he dragged along the midnight streets of Chorrol. His assignment was the reason for his commotion.

"Eadgar Vile, the assignment I ask of you is one I know you will not wish to complete. But listen: Darek, one of your comrades in this business, has been found by our Mancer's to be... Sparing the lives of people. Telling them to move onto a new life, letting them go free, and then returning for money as they no longer live in this area. This, as you can guess, is a harsh thing for us to ask.
But we have recieved complaints from the people who asked for them to die in the first place. This, as you must be certain, is unnacceptable. Darek, I am sorry to tell you Eadgar, must be killed. And you must do it as you are the only one who knows where he hides. Eadgar, you must kill Darek."

Eadgar felt bile spring from his stomach and he vomited on the ground. How could he do this?! How could the master expect him to complete this assignment?!
"I swear... upon my life... I will kill you someday, master... I will."

Eadgar snuck in to his hideout, the clocktower's mechanics.
Inside there he knew he could find Darek, every time.
"Darek... Darek, it's Eadgar..." Eadgar heaved out in words. He wanted to weep, but that was weakness. He had to be strong, assassins had to be strong.
And he had to be strong for one reason: Maggie Wrist.
"Darek?"
Eadgar took steps along the wooden bridges and stairs, keeping his hands and clothing away from the enormous clockwork around him.
Behind him there was the soft blue glow of the night seeping through the clocktower's pane, and the light was strong enough that the shadows of the clockhands and time-marks were in powerful contrast.
The shadows were large enough that they were near three times the length of Eadgar, and every time Eadgar looked to the wall he could tell the time and felt almost overpowered by it.
"Oh! My head!! Eadgar? Eadgar are you there lad?"
Eadgar nearly jumped in surprise and darted along the pathways, looking for his friend.
"Darek! Where are you?"
"Over here, fellow. Might you tell me what it is you're doing in this place?"
"Darek, it's my assignment.." Eadgar whispered, now remembering the entire reason he was there.
"Your assignment? Well, tell me what it is you need to know?"
"Eadgar was silent.
"Lad?"
"Darek... It's not what I need to do, it's who I have to kill... And it's you.."
Darek was silent then with Eadgar, and neither spoke as the clock's hands turned and turned, nearing the point of midnight.
"Eadgar, now may I ask you a question?"
Eadgar nodded, wiping away a tear that was dangling from his eye.
"My friend," Darek put his hand on Eadgar's shoulder, "if it is what you must do, then do it. I will not hold back. I'd rather you live against our customs than die for my own life."
"But Dare-" "Eadgar! This is my choise. Now, finish me."
Eadgar did not speak as he stared into the eyes of his best friend.
"Darek.. I'm so sorry..."
Eadgar thrust himself forward and embraced Darek, and Darek gave a small tear to compensate as he wrapped his arms around his young friend.
"Don't be, Eadgar Vile. My time here was worth it."
"Oh, Darek..."


Eadgar was walking through the clocktower, it was a month gone by since his last assignment was completed.
Eadgar walked into the light of the clocktower's face. The hands of the clock were near to striking midnight, and they stretched tall and wide, downsizing Eadgar.
Eadgar crouched along the wall, and wrapped his arms around his knees.
"I'm sorry, Darek.."
taking his time to think and remember, Eadgar closed his eyes.
The silence was broken, the bells were struck as midnight was made clear.
But then, a cold green flash of lightning struck along the halls of the room, and Eadgar jerked his head to stare beside him.
There was another man in the room this entire time!
The man was leaning along the wall, his arms crossed, and Eadgar could see his face was darkening. He had a sharp nose, slender yet straight. The eyes Eadgar could not see, but they blended in with the light expended from the clock-window. He was dressed in a white coat with black designs etched into the sides, here and there, and his arms were wrapped in ebon-black cloth. A blade, Eadgar could see, was sheathed and belted at his left hip. The scabbard was a nice emerald, and golden as well as blue markings--nearly matching that of which was on his drenchcoat--and a nice red gem.
The inside of his coat, Eadgar could easily tell, was pitch black. White on the outside, black on the inside, but yet no hood. There was, though, a hood hugging around his neck. But it was not raised. The man stood tall, nearly a foot taller than Eadgar-- and Eadgar was quite tall as it was--, and his legs were tugging from long brown boots with belts pulling the sides together and allowing beige pants to reach up to the man's waist. A black shirt-- long enough, though, that it reached down to his knees, was tied and buckled tightly around his torso. A golden trim lined its edges, and it was a nice velcro looking shirt all the while. The man's hair, though, was hard to see, though it appeared a dark brown, nearly maroon.
Eadgar did not know what to say. This man he had not noticed earlier, not until the flash of lightning was let loose.
"Sir?!"
The man did not budge, his face did not even shift.
"Sir?" Eadgar asked more hushed this time, taking in easier breaths.
"What?"
Eadgar jumped, not expecting a reply, and slowly-- carefully stood up.
"Wh-... Who are you?"
The man didn't reply, keeping his gaze into the clock.
"Sir?"
"You don't need to know."
Eadgar was puzzled. He wasn't the one who had just appeared out of nowhere.
"Sir, could I know anyway?"
The man, his face not budging, slowly turned his eyes to gaze upon Eadgar. Hastily, though, they turned back, and Eadgar was puzzled.
"You don't need to know."
Eadgar felt slightly annoyed at this point, this man was making too big a deal out of it.
"I can fight, you know.." Eadgar brought up as a subject out of knowhere.
"That's wonderful." The man whispered through the corner of his mouth.
"Fight me, then, if you're not in the mood to tell me anything."
The man turned his head to stare at Eadgar, and he glanced over all there was to see.
Eadgar flinched at this, he did not expect that.
"You're not worth the time, boy. Go on home."
The man turned his head back to the clock and closed his eyes.
Eadgar was angry at this point, feeling his rage growing at the stubbornness of the man before him.
"No."
"Okay." The man sighed, not even budging his shoulders to shrug.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Is this supposed to be a question game? Shutup, and when I say that, I mean you should shutup. Please?"
Eadgar did not retaliate with words. This man, he could tell, was not in the mood for wasting time.
"Alright, sir... I'm sorry. But may I ask just one thing and get an answer?"
"Well, it depends on the question." the man cooed, slightly cocking his head to the side and returning it to its previous position.
"If it's fine for my asking, what is your name?"
The man did not move, keeping his eyes fixated on the large hand of the clock now.
"My... name?" asked the man, slightly turning his head closer to Eadgar and his eyes gazing off in wonder to the first number on the clock's rim.
"... Yes, sir."
"My name..."
"... Yes, sir."
The man considered the question so carefully, it nearly worried Eadgar. This was such a simple question. How could he not recieve just a straight answer?
"My name is..."
Eadgar was slightly annoyed, but nodded, leaning in.
"I have no name. Now, off with you."
Eadgar was baffled.
"But, s-"
"I gave you an answer, now go before I change my mind on sparing you."
Eadgar was silent, and then turned to look through the clock as well.
"Yes, sir. I guess I'll... see you around some other time. I'm off."
Eadgar then dashed off into the night, not letting his path be followed.
"Yes... Some other time.."
Another flash, and the man was gone.

[Lan]

((wow, very good...although im used to shorter posts and find myself skipping around, missing important details.))

[eadgarvile]

(Thank you :) And I just enjoy making extremely excessively and enormously long posts. The three E's. :P Note, though, that I am getting very near to the end... or at least not to the end, but to a real stopping point. Something close to that. I'm not sure how to describe it.)



Eadgar was holding the Saint's page in the book, as his job was.
Every day, for the rest of his life. And as the Saint would preach on and on, babbling and choking on words that made little sense to him, Eadgar drifted into his mind. The question, he found, the one question he kept asking was the identity of the man in the clocktower. Who could he have been? He looked so strong, his muscles were easily buffed and used daily, maybe even hourly. Yet he seemed troubled, too. He seemed like Eadgar. He seemed alone.
And his name.
What was his name? Why was the man so mystic about it? What could one man care so much of as to not tell a simple thing: His own name.

"Our gods, the seraphs and angels high above us, have sang into our hearts and into our minds questions of ourselves. Questions we cannot yet answer, questions we may never overcome. This is a testimony in our lives! Questions, questions, questions! Let them in! Embrace them like a lover! They are what make us, they are what sprout us, they are the water to our roots. Without them, we can never grow. The gods, their wisdom and their patience, have bestowed our spirits with the ability to change. No matter the pain, no matter the suffering, no matter the hardships... Life, as glorious as it is, has change. This is what keeps us moving, yet do not let the winds shove your hearts; but let your hearts be stayed in the light of our fathers and mothers above. Let yourself be true to yourself. And whatever questions lay ahead, question them back. Question them back.
Amen."

Eadgar was thinking to himself this whole while, not listening to a word the priest did say, all that ran through his mind was that man. And then Eadgar remembered he was in his ocupation of priestlyhood, and as life shot back at him in an instant, Eadgar turned the page.
"Thank you, Eadgar. But the sermon is over... Boy, don't get caught in yourself. Gods be with you."
Eadgar sighed, and grabbed the Saint's robe without saying a single word. The day continued, and Eadgar plunged into his bed before he could even count to ten.


It was midnight, dark and cold, and before me the clock spun round and round. He was there with me, the white coated man, and he told me of his adventures. He told me everything, he told me his name, and he told me who he was. My questions were answered, I thought, and I was glad.
But then, our laughing stopped.
I felt a gust behind me, and I could tell he felt it too, and both of us were blown forward into the water.
Water! I had never been in such a vast amount. It was so large!
But then, I realized a pressure in my chest.
I could not breathe. I turned to my right, and the man was clutching at his throat. I reached my hand out to him in desperity, I could not make it through this alone. But then, he let go of his throat, and floated just fine, staring into my own eyes.
'Come on, boy.'
I gasped, and crystalline spheres flew out of my mouth. What were they?
'Help!'
The man outstretched his own hand and clutched mine.
'Some other time.'
In a flash, he was gone. And I tumbled into the depths of the water, falling, sinking, flying.
And deeper I was pulled to the very bottom, where a clock sat.
Ticking away.

[eadgarvile]

The sun was nearly laying upon the horizon. Nearly sunset, this fast. Eadgar could hardly believe it.
"It's the thief! Get him! Guards, Guards!!"
Eadgar tilted his head slightly to his left, sidegazing around the streets.
The people saw him, and some of course knew who he was.
But it didn't trouble the young Eadgar, it only made him more furious.
"Shutup." Eadgar shouted out.
The townsfolk all turned to stare at him and were in disbelief. What did the thief just say..?
"I'm not in the mood."
Mutterings were bubbling along the streets, and the guards never did come. They just stood in place laughing.
"He's not a thief! How could a thief be that funny?" They began to laugh, their barks increasing in volume every time they thought of his dialogue.
Eadgar rolled his eyes and dived off of the clocktower he was perched upon.
He alighted onto the ground, hard enough that the pebbles around his feet rolled away just an inch.
The guards were stunned, and took steps back.
"When I say shutup, shutup. Please?"
The guards stood perfectly still, unsure of what to do.
But then as one broke out laughing, the entire street grew loud with mirth.
Eadgar was through with this.
"Eadgar! Eadgar Vile! You stupid, stupid boy!"
Eadgar realized the voice he heard, and turned behind himself to stare at his sister Selaine.
"Selaine... Leave me alone."
Selaine's eye twitched, and she leaned forward with one bony finger poking into Eadgar's face.
"Eadgar Vile... Leave this place, and never return..."
Eadgar did not speak. He only thought over what his sister had just said.
She had just told him point zero that she did not want him in her household from this day on.
Eadgar was truly alone, now.
Truly alone.
"Miss, is this your child?" A guard beckoned, clucking with small laughs.
"He was, sir. Not anymore."
Eadgar turned his head away, thinking and thinking.
Everything he knew was spinning. It was just an ordinary day.
Just a simple day, and in an instant his life just changed course.
Their words grew fainter and fainter, distant every second it lasted.
And then, Eadgar's mind finally snapped.
Instinct was all that he had left.
Eadgar's hand glided towards the string holding his cloak together, and he pulled it straight out.
A gale then blew through the street, and the garb folded off of his shoulders and onto the dirt.
The commoners, the paupers, the richmans and the guards, even Eadgar's sister, all stood silent.
"Eadgar!!"
"I said shut-up!!"
Eadgar's hands found their places on the two blades Eadgar trusted his life in, and with a single swipe, Selaine keeled over slowly.
Her eyes were wide, her mouth was wide open, and as she put one hand on Eadgar's shoulder, she slid to the ground, never to raise again.
Gasps were aroused, and the guards raised their weapons.
"Call the men! Young man, you are under imperial arrest!!"
Eadgar's eyes grew darker, and he looked slowly from one guard to the next.
"Some other time..."
Eadgar took one slash, and it was all he needed. Three guards fell backward, two others fell forward, and Eadgar was left in the center-- all that was left standing.
"Guards! Guards!! Save us!!"


Eadgar was bolting from housetop to housetop, bounding once and bounding once again.
This was what his life depended on, his two katanas and his fighting skills. It was all he knew how to use to survive.
Guards were following after him, slowed down so easily by their heavy armor and chainmail. Few had bows, even fewer with crossbows, and the least were those with dart-magic.
Eadgar, though, was near as light as a feather. How easy it was for him to leap from one house to the next, how easy it was to step to the side and avoid each and every shot.
The sun was blanketed by the sheets of night sky, now, and the moon was watching with the stars as Eadgar's pursuit was easily avoided.
The guards would soon fall behind, they would soon be unable to go on after him, and after Eadgar had left bodies slain in the street, after he had killed each and every man and woman he had ever loathed, after he had left a flower upon his sister's forehead as a last-rememberance, Eadgar was free.
He was free.
He was free..

[eadgarvile]

(Eadgar has left Chorrol)