Post by Aeternal Fenix on Dec 27, 2013 20:33:52 GMT 8
A man in a fancy white trench coat, walked along the branches of pubs and trade centers along the pier. He passed by several crooked looking men; some sailors,some wealthy traders unloading their goods from their ships and several other people who are doing business. Gulls flew by the shore and roosted by the roves of the pubs. The smell of the sea and the sounds of the gulls and ocean waves harmonized the image perfect trading port.
The man entered a pub entitled "The Glider's Pub", as the sign says. With about one or two steps, all of the customers in the pub looked at the new guest. Some crooked sailors gave cold glances, some looked back at their beers; a man in the corner stared with a fang grin as he tosses his knife up and down; the other customers just continued chatting about locations, treasure and business.
Niktohal's white coat, then dissolved into black haze and a new clothing formed. His regal purple cape with two finger claws gripping the cape in place of his shoulder blades; underneath wearing skullish gear symbolizing death.
The Necromancer's cold stares were changed to fear, as the men in the pub started whispering to each other again and suddenly thinned down.
"Evergreen's Alto wine, shot please." He ordered as he sat down by the bar.
The waiter nodded and started to prepare his order. Then the TV by the upper corner of the pub flashed with breaking news.
A Viral video radiated by a humongous zepplin was broadcast all over. It showed a man named Aeolas Shinderberg, head of the organization of what they call themselves "The Decker" wants to advocate world peace between Nirvana and Lenaria; they also showed a terrorist attack and how much it saddens the man.
As the news flow, Niktohal's drink was ready. He took the shot and sighed, not minding the news.
"hem, this 'ere mad man thinks 'e can bring peace eh?" The waiter said as he cleaned a beer mug.
The necromancer looked at the news from the tv.
"That'll be fun, joining in a terrorist attack..." he whispered to himself out of boredom. Niktohal sighed as he sipped the remaining drops of his shot glass. He was exhausted from a recent event of encounter. His sister, Rhysling Sylent, was a Bounty witch. He didn't really mind his sister's job, only, there was a name mistakenly posted to be confused with another bounty: "Strome Aenore".
He was curious about his sister's targets, but when he researched about Strome, he found out Strome had a high position, a unique trait and a strong powerful magic. There are few targets he didn't want his sister to kill, but there are some he enjoys watching her kill.
He decided that it's best if his sister wouldn't make her hunts involved in such "big" ties so he immediately disguised himself as a Lenarian to speak to the Wiken Ambassador.
It was somewhat a success after a sudden attack but as long as the Wiken keeps his guard up it would be fine. If all doesn't go well, there will be some problems. He likes to shade himself off the border most of the time.
The man entered a pub entitled "The Glider's Pub", as the sign says. With about one or two steps, all of the customers in the pub looked at the new guest. Some crooked sailors gave cold glances, some looked back at their beers; a man in the corner stared with a fang grin as he tosses his knife up and down; the other customers just continued chatting about locations, treasure and business.
Niktohal's white coat, then dissolved into black haze and a new clothing formed. His regal purple cape with two finger claws gripping the cape in place of his shoulder blades; underneath wearing skullish gear symbolizing death.
The Necromancer's cold stares were changed to fear, as the men in the pub started whispering to each other again and suddenly thinned down.
"Evergreen's Alto wine, shot please." He ordered as he sat down by the bar.
The waiter nodded and started to prepare his order. Then the TV by the upper corner of the pub flashed with breaking news.
A Viral video radiated by a humongous zepplin was broadcast all over. It showed a man named Aeolas Shinderberg, head of the organization of what they call themselves "The Decker" wants to advocate world peace between Nirvana and Lenaria; they also showed a terrorist attack and how much it saddens the man.
As the news flow, Niktohal's drink was ready. He took the shot and sighed, not minding the news.
"hem, this 'ere mad man thinks 'e can bring peace eh?" The waiter said as he cleaned a beer mug.
The necromancer looked at the news from the tv.
"That'll be fun, joining in a terrorist attack..." he whispered to himself out of boredom. Niktohal sighed as he sipped the remaining drops of his shot glass. He was exhausted from a recent event of encounter. His sister, Rhysling Sylent, was a Bounty witch. He didn't really mind his sister's job, only, there was a name mistakenly posted to be confused with another bounty: "Strome Aenore".
He was curious about his sister's targets, but when he researched about Strome, he found out Strome had a high position, a unique trait and a strong powerful magic. There are few targets he didn't want his sister to kill, but there are some he enjoys watching her kill.
He decided that it's best if his sister wouldn't make her hunts involved in such "big" ties so he immediately disguised himself as a Lenarian to speak to the Wiken Ambassador.
It was somewhat a success after a sudden attack but as long as the Wiken keeps his guard up it would be fine. If all doesn't go well, there will be some problems. He likes to shade himself off the border most of the time.