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Tarothin Armunn Babbling Loony


Joined: 30 Dec 2003 Posts: 2061 Location: Dark Cove, Felucca
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2004 11:19 am Post subject: A new servant and the rememberance of the chest. |
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Tarothin was in the town of Dark Cove proper, enjoying the day and making sure everything was in order. The day became a little sour when thinking of Ditto and her increasing condition. Ditto was having more and more of those dreams where it's almost a reality for her. And very hard to wake her up. At this time he was on the dock's looking out into the cove. Staring at the little sun light there was reflect brightly off the water.
Shaking off his daze, he decided to walk back to his keep. Upon returning, we walked into his room and ordered the new house servant, jhaana, to fetch him a water basin and a towel. The mute girl nodded sheepishly and went to do so.
By the time that Tarothin took off his tunic, gorget and gloves, she walked back in. Tarothin pointed to table on where to place it. When doing so he heard some water splash on the ground. Turning he saw the mute girl look very afraid and glancing in the direction of his hands. Being annoyed at this Tarothin cleared his throat making her look downward and straighten up. Yet it was clear she still trembled.
"Put the wash basin on the table and then clean up the water you spilled. When you finished with that you may go about your other chores."
Nodding slowly she hurriedly scampers to the table and lays down the water making sure not to spill another drop. Then using her apron to clean up the spilt water, she then left and closed the door.
Walking over the basin he hurried and scooped up some water and splashed it on his face. His hands lingering on covering up his face before slowly sliding off to be placed on the table to either side of the basin. Leaning forward and opening his eyes, he looked into the water. Still swishing around from the disturbance of his hands, the candle light reflected off of it as did the sun off the waves in the cove.
As the water calmed, so his reflection appeared.
There he was, staring again into his eyes. Seeing the swirling red, deep within his blue eyes. Something barely noticible by others, but something very clear to Tarothin. Remembering the reaction of the family's new servant, he straightened up and looked at his hands. His clawish hands. Something that can tear flesh if he so wished to without even needing to turn fully into the daemon. Something that could cause simular reactions to others if seen.
Many people that know him know he holds a daemon within...well...that he was part daemon himself or at least heard rumor that he did. Those close know about the infusion of the souls. But they also know for a good part that he had control over his form now and the daemon within. Yet with this new....perminant...change. Continues to look at his hands. That if it get's worse...his plans could be ruined and you never know, at the time if that happens, how many...enemies he might have.
He was turning in body it seems what he is in soul. Half man, half daemon...
Even though the changes are slight and only occur when something....angers him or causes more hatred within...he cannot take that chance...
That was when suddenly, the Chest amerged in his mind. The Chest that held within a journal of his on his daemon infussion as well as a few books that had ways of banishing and summoning that type of daemon and places to find the right rituals and other information...The chest that he allowed Poet to hold after finding it at the garden buried deep within the foundation where he hid it long ago when he owned that land where the Garden lay. He told Poet to keep it is safe, and to keep it to see who would try to wish him harm to better set up his chess board. But none seemed to really take the bait. It was time though because of his ...condition, to not fully give more of a reason to have people want to or a way to actually get rid of him.
"I think it is time to get back that Chest. I think it is time to bury it deep again."
He was going to dry his face but at that time his face was already dry from thinking on things too long. Tarothin then put on a shirt and walked to his study... |
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