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_____▣ Patriarch_____ ▣ The Church _____▣ Npc
So with anonymity you remain.
It was clear the well built stranger had no intention of revealing a name let alone giving way to identification. Even the garments that swallowed him were misleading. An earsplitting silence had passed between them for some time now. He had not missed the touches made to Nicu, nor the close contact of whispers. Rage was seeding his blood at just the memory. The list of reasons to despise this man was growing larger. Not only had this guest's head remain above Victor's own, while seated, the over-sized princox was assaulting Victor with the speak of lack luster insults. No one had ever dare to address me with such disrespect. The sound of metal skidding his desk brought his focus to where the clatter ended. For a splinter of time his gaze widened in surprise. A hand lifted to cease the clamoring steps of the Albino in his charge. Obviously Nicu was somewhat surprised at the handling of Sancti Eques symbolism. The design he stared upon belonged to the following he had created. There was no doubt this was an authentic specimen. How had this happened? Outraged glare violently knocked into the strangers gaze. All this person had given Victor was more questions. How had he come by such trinkets? However, the answer he offered up sounded nothing more than lies uttered by an ulterior motive. Infuriated...He had never been so provoked in his life, save for the moments spent with Cassius.
Victor disregarded Nicu's attempt to subdue his hemorrhage of temper that was fast approaching an unsound level. And the holy man's bejeweled appendage lashed out backhanding the adjutant with discipline. This was half the high priests fault, after all. Dispatching a group of low ranking scouts to acquire the treasure he sought so feverishly. Was Nicu attempting to throw stumbling blocks at him? No, he was not capable of underhanded nor conspiracy tactics. Victor had hand picked Nicu because he was a suitable puppet to manipulate. The violence he had shown his assistant was so fleeting and red hot that many would question if it had even happened. Strike was a brush stroke across alabaster skin, leaving a contusion against the younger male's cheek. Victor had felt the impact of bone colliding with his rings, and it only worked to feed his already aroused state. His horrible fetish was warming his abdomen like stoked embers. "Do not interfere. You will be spoken with at a later date. Retrieve what it is our guest has asked of you..." dangerous voice nearly shook with ill intent. The clatter of footsteps and scraping scabbard echoed, the sounds forced Victor's palm against his own aggravated expression ".... And leave that godawful tool behind!" Quiet voice chilled to the bone while addressing Nicu and the sword. It was a fact that if this stranger had intended to murder them, he would have done so without them ever having noticed his presence. He paused long enough to watch the gaunt priest shuffle away in a daze of mortification and shock. The wooden partition had shut behind the confounded albino.
Victor's face had been inclined ever since this free radical had spouted his outpouring of secrecy and question. Chin was now resting against the tops of his knuckles. Jade eyes had been made wild by madness and were shrouded by the lay of russet crown. Such insolence.
"Pestiferous scoundrel. . . . . watch your tongue, or I will see to its subjugation."
Finally he could hold back no more, and contempt was brandished by tongue. Indeed, he gave the male a name to be addressed by. This was not advantageous, he had to control himself. The clutch on his own hand had white knuckled beneath distemper. A song of provocation surged to his head nearly deafening him, in the process, as it screamed. The Patriarch was the personification of a firework. Never had hatred burned so bright that it licked like flames against his chilled iris. Gaze had now lifted to trap the nameless one in the line of its sight. The things he wished to do to this man and his pistol of a mouth. A sound of arousal almost made itself audible. "I am not a fool to be had by a strangers account of happenings. However, what is it that you claimed to have witnessed?" Fingers collected the blood smeared insignia that had been cast by the mold of his desires. The rustic fluid of life was still frozen and wept against his body heat. He was not insinuating that he would believe anything spouted. But it was a fact that a fragment of truth and understanding could be filtered from the muckiest of fabrications.
A visible meltdown had not become obvious until the utterance of a rival and his ineptness was brought into question. The older gentleman's body was no longer at ease, not that he had given relaxation much jurisdiction over his gathered parts to begin with. Victor was an a**l individual, after all. The tension within the room had become sticky so that with each draw of breath he could taste the spice of challenge, and it made him ravenous. "I will not be made a halfwit by your attempt to propagate reaction. One who speaks without the slightest display of self mastery. I am surely not obligated to explain my tactics to you a stranger to these parts." He hissed. How much of what this man said was the truth, and how much was fabricated? Was the nameless male attempting to get answers by reaching? Or was he indeed well informed of what is happening? Paranoia was beginning to surface and it brought with it that old familiar sickness. Cassius the liquid form of each eye vibrated and jaw was taunt enough to shatter incisor. He had already been aware that the bane of his existence had released an artifact. Overflowing reports of strange happenings had left him to surmise that others had been, as well. You quagmire. Eyes like hot liquid smelted against this annoyance taking up far too much space, before him. The fact that the man's seated posture was well above his own, poked at his pet peeve...What an insufferable personality He was forced into being cautious about what came out of his mouth. Victor did not want to shed much light on this persons statements.
Doing whatever you wish Victor netted his wandering mind, one must harbor control when around this type of individual. The holy man was not a complete dolt, he recognized the taste of bravado when force fed. But how he wished to indulge this mystery man's attempts to unharness his brutal character, this guest was dangerous like glycerin flavored poison to an ignorant palate. Posture pushed him off angle, to lean against the back of his chair, it let loose a creak under the weight. Hands were enjoying the calming cool exuded by the lifeless wood grain of armrests. Victor examined the features of this other with greater focus. Dark like caramel and chiseled by the hand of temptation. His lengthy hair was thicker than the patriarch first thought. Well tended and groomed to a sheen, even his aroma was hygienic, save for the natural musk most men carry just below the surface of soap. "What is your purpose here? Besides testing an old man's patience? I am well aware of what has transpired within my borders. You are too well informed of the goings on here, for me not to recognize your face." Tongue seized within mid sentence, a deranged thought stabbed itself into the forefront of his cognition and momentarily he glanced to the paperwork he had been reassembling after his initial outburst. The parchment was now dabbed in defrosted blood. He gazed the memorandum stating the current situation regarding the occupancy of other regions outside of his boarders. Things were going to hell in a hand basket, from what the reports informed him of so far. Some flagrant mad man was attempting to harness the globe as his own personal regime, with full intentions of uniting all under one banner.
Surely. . . A doubtful and cautious air reflected his thought process, like coolant to his overheated head, it violently clenched his entrails. He would not just waltz his way in. . .? Victor had been cautiously searching out even the most insignificant information on the war mongering fiend. So far there was no record of a face nor a name to be had and it infuriated him to no end. But that war god was an anomaly in itself, too powerful, which had perked the aged man's attention. He was fascinated with artifacts and stories surrounding the tyrant of chaos were indicative of such a trinket. Or had the tales been fattened by glorification? He had been researching to answer just that nagging question. The approach of his subordinate divided his aware, as he could hear Nicu returning with the rattle and clink of a tray which had halted outside the barrier of office door.
It was clear the well built stranger had no intention of revealing a name let alone giving way to identification. Even the garments that swallowed him were misleading. An earsplitting silence had passed between them for some time now. He had not missed the touches made to Nicu, nor the close contact of whispers. Rage was seeding his blood at just the memory. The list of reasons to despise this man was growing larger. Not only had this guest's head remain above Victor's own, while seated, the over-sized princox was assaulting Victor with the speak of lack luster insults. No one had ever dare to address me with such disrespect. The sound of metal skidding his desk brought his focus to where the clatter ended. For a splinter of time his gaze widened in surprise. A hand lifted to cease the clamoring steps of the Albino in his charge. Obviously Nicu was somewhat surprised at the handling of Sancti Eques symbolism. The design he stared upon belonged to the following he had created. There was no doubt this was an authentic specimen. How had this happened? Outraged glare violently knocked into the strangers gaze. All this person had given Victor was more questions. How had he come by such trinkets? However, the answer he offered up sounded nothing more than lies uttered by an ulterior motive. Infuriated...He had never been so provoked in his life, save for the moments spent with Cassius.
Victor disregarded Nicu's attempt to subdue his hemorrhage of temper that was fast approaching an unsound level. And the holy man's bejeweled appendage lashed out backhanding the adjutant with discipline. This was half the high priests fault, after all. Dispatching a group of low ranking scouts to acquire the treasure he sought so feverishly. Was Nicu attempting to throw stumbling blocks at him? No, he was not capable of underhanded nor conspiracy tactics. Victor had hand picked Nicu because he was a suitable puppet to manipulate. The violence he had shown his assistant was so fleeting and red hot that many would question if it had even happened. Strike was a brush stroke across alabaster skin, leaving a contusion against the younger male's cheek. Victor had felt the impact of bone colliding with his rings, and it only worked to feed his already aroused state. His horrible fetish was warming his abdomen like stoked embers. "Do not interfere. You will be spoken with at a later date. Retrieve what it is our guest has asked of you..." dangerous voice nearly shook with ill intent. The clatter of footsteps and scraping scabbard echoed, the sounds forced Victor's palm against his own aggravated expression ".... And leave that godawful tool behind!" Quiet voice chilled to the bone while addressing Nicu and the sword. It was a fact that if this stranger had intended to murder them, he would have done so without them ever having noticed his presence. He paused long enough to watch the gaunt priest shuffle away in a daze of mortification and shock. The wooden partition had shut behind the confounded albino.
Victor's face had been inclined ever since this free radical had spouted his outpouring of secrecy and question. Chin was now resting against the tops of his knuckles. Jade eyes had been made wild by madness and were shrouded by the lay of russet crown. Such insolence.
"Pestiferous scoundrel. . . . . watch your tongue, or I will see to its subjugation."
Finally he could hold back no more, and contempt was brandished by tongue. Indeed, he gave the male a name to be addressed by. This was not advantageous, he had to control himself. The clutch on his own hand had white knuckled beneath distemper. A song of provocation surged to his head nearly deafening him, in the process, as it screamed. The Patriarch was the personification of a firework. Never had hatred burned so bright that it licked like flames against his chilled iris. Gaze had now lifted to trap the nameless one in the line of its sight. The things he wished to do to this man and his pistol of a mouth. A sound of arousal almost made itself audible. "I am not a fool to be had by a strangers account of happenings. However, what is it that you claimed to have witnessed?" Fingers collected the blood smeared insignia that had been cast by the mold of his desires. The rustic fluid of life was still frozen and wept against his body heat. He was not insinuating that he would believe anything spouted. But it was a fact that a fragment of truth and understanding could be filtered from the muckiest of fabrications.
A visible meltdown had not become obvious until the utterance of a rival and his ineptness was brought into question. The older gentleman's body was no longer at ease, not that he had given relaxation much jurisdiction over his gathered parts to begin with. Victor was an a**l individual, after all. The tension within the room had become sticky so that with each draw of breath he could taste the spice of challenge, and it made him ravenous. "I will not be made a halfwit by your attempt to propagate reaction. One who speaks without the slightest display of self mastery. I am surely not obligated to explain my tactics to you a stranger to these parts." He hissed. How much of what this man said was the truth, and how much was fabricated? Was the nameless male attempting to get answers by reaching? Or was he indeed well informed of what is happening? Paranoia was beginning to surface and it brought with it that old familiar sickness. Cassius the liquid form of each eye vibrated and jaw was taunt enough to shatter incisor. He had already been aware that the bane of his existence had released an artifact. Overflowing reports of strange happenings had left him to surmise that others had been, as well. You quagmire. Eyes like hot liquid smelted against this annoyance taking up far too much space, before him. The fact that the man's seated posture was well above his own, poked at his pet peeve...What an insufferable personality He was forced into being cautious about what came out of his mouth. Victor did not want to shed much light on this persons statements.
Doing whatever you wish Victor netted his wandering mind, one must harbor control when around this type of individual. The holy man was not a complete dolt, he recognized the taste of bravado when force fed. But how he wished to indulge this mystery man's attempts to unharness his brutal character, this guest was dangerous like glycerin flavored poison to an ignorant palate. Posture pushed him off angle, to lean against the back of his chair, it let loose a creak under the weight. Hands were enjoying the calming cool exuded by the lifeless wood grain of armrests. Victor examined the features of this other with greater focus. Dark like caramel and chiseled by the hand of temptation. His lengthy hair was thicker than the patriarch first thought. Well tended and groomed to a sheen, even his aroma was hygienic, save for the natural musk most men carry just below the surface of soap. "What is your purpose here? Besides testing an old man's patience? I am well aware of what has transpired within my borders. You are too well informed of the goings on here, for me not to recognize your face." Tongue seized within mid sentence, a deranged thought stabbed itself into the forefront of his cognition and momentarily he glanced to the paperwork he had been reassembling after his initial outburst. The parchment was now dabbed in defrosted blood. He gazed the memorandum stating the current situation regarding the occupancy of other regions outside of his boarders. Things were going to hell in a hand basket, from what the reports informed him of so far. Some flagrant mad man was attempting to harness the globe as his own personal regime, with full intentions of uniting all under one banner.
Surely. . . A doubtful and cautious air reflected his thought process, like coolant to his overheated head, it violently clenched his entrails. He would not just waltz his way in. . .? Victor had been cautiously searching out even the most insignificant information on the war mongering fiend. So far there was no record of a face nor a name to be had and it infuriated him to no end. But that war god was an anomaly in itself, too powerful, which had perked the aged man's attention. He was fascinated with artifacts and stories surrounding the tyrant of chaos were indicative of such a trinket. Or had the tales been fattened by glorification? He had been researching to answer just that nagging question. The approach of his subordinate divided his aware, as he could hear Nicu returning with the rattle and clink of a tray which had halted outside the barrier of office door.