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- Posted: Thu, 05 Nov 2009 21:18:47 +0000
A Mage of Parcelomancy? A Master Summoner? No, far from it.
- Aleister bowed his head slightly giving thanks to the one identified as Chaya, although on a cat, it looked like an awkward motion. "Much thanks for your hand of kindness, Miss Chaya. I'm sure my master would agree that you stand on the epitome of humanity - despite not actually being human. Quite the irony, really..." The cat extended his paw to the right, pointing to a small alleyway, where his master lay. "My master haphazardly lay, prone and feeble, within that dark place..."
Tyonis grunted in his sleep. The pain had diminished, but not subsided. His dreams were filled with bizare images - comparable only to abstract art. If not more intangible. His mind was a swirl of chaos, threatening to swallow him in a maelstrom of pain and agony. In his nightmares he saw himself, commanding his once, docile Elementals - only to be consumed by those Elementals, eaten alive, allowed only to scream. He watched this process - his pre-determined fate, over and over again, a never-ending roundelay of horror. Each time, he screamed. Each time, his body shook with anguish and fear. Tyonis began to think he was already dead. That what he experienced now was Hell itself. Slowly, he started to give in, letting the maelstrom take him away. Just before he lost himself forever, something hit him. An epiphany of light. The grace of God. Tyonis figured it was just too clique.
And then he realized something DID hit him. The physical stimuli of being smacked suppressed the pain long enough for the mage to regain consciousness. He wearily opened his eye and felt his cheek. Claw marks and blood. Aleister sat on his chest, his paw at the ready, about to rake his face once more. "Good evening, Master. You didn't respond to my calls, so I had to think of something drastic," the cat began, his paw still high. Tyonis hissed and shoved him off his chest, righting himself up, and rubbing his head. The cat recovered effortlessly, landing all fours, leaping up onto Chaya's shoulder. "Master, these three locals have been so kind as to give us room and board." Tyonis' eyes gave them all a glance, but he spent more time inspecting the female in green. He shook his head, disapprovingly, and cleaned his face of blood, both dry and fresh.
"Locals...? Well. I won't question it, yet. Anyway, I'm not one to push away a generous hand. My name is Tyonis Parcelio Malphite of Pathur. It's a pleasure. I'd greet you all properly, but..." he pulled his sleeve up to reveal the blood on his hands. "As you can see, I'm in no position to touch anyone, at the moment." Tyonis smiled softly, and his eyes were warm. But just underneath that facade was the constant ache - his voice strained - and his left hand still shook involuntarily.
((OOC: I powerplayed it a bit, I assumed that your characters would have followed Aleister to where Tyonis was, anyway. If anyone has problems, I'll change it))
Damn, I need my medicine...