Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140726175925/@comment-3293219-20140726195937

Landyt sat in his study, his cold, lifeless fingers scraped along the curved arms of his wooden arm chair as he looked longingly into the eyes of his iron bull. It seemed a strange request but Landyt had demanded that it was put in his own private quarters, due to its… ‘magical’ properties.

The Nord, as he was once known as, stared into the eyes of the iron cattle, imagining the bull’s reaction if it was truly alive. It was difficult to tell what Landyt was thinking sometimes as he had no pupils or iris, something that often creeped people out, if he met them face to face. His cold, dull, lifeless eyes met the Bull’s which were almost as dull and lifeless but were somehow outdone by the Dread Captain, who owned it.

Right on cue, the iron, seemingly inanimate bull made a sound, almost like it was… mooing. The beast’s intense roar brought a smile to Landyt’s lips as he wished that he could drink a shot of whiskey, to share with his iron steed. The bull’s moos continued, getting louder and louder each time as if looking it in the face was enraging it. This seemed to please Landyt even more as his small smile turned into a grin as he leant forward and looked the bull in the face.

“Y’know…” He began, giving the sculpture a smile.

“I thought that Arianna…

Heh…

‘Lady Empress’ was out of her mind, when she asked me to do this but I’ve been keepin’ my ear to the ground…” As the last of the Nord’s faint whisper left his lips, the bull roared again.

The Pirate looked to his left and then his right as if he was checking for eavesdroppers but he knew that no one was listening in. If the Fallen weren’t programmed to obey him, they’d still fear being torn apart for defying him, so he felt like he was safe and confident enough to speak quietly and confide in his bull.

The Chosen looked down to the bull’s feet, checking to see that the small fire, which sat beneath it, lighting up its underbelly, with an orange glow was still going strong. The flames lit up and heated the whole room. He liked the way that it illuminated the bull in the dark, helping him blend in with the shadows…

“Wanna know a secret?” The Undead Pirate lord whispered, leaning closer to his bull, whispering into its mouth, like it was the creature’s ear.

“This… Kid, that Arianna asked me to find? I think that even she is afraid of his mother… And even more afraid of his grandfather…

   That’s why she sent me and not Tib or one of those other bedwetting cowards…” He finished, with a smirk, leaning back and returning his gaze to the bull’s eyes.

“And that makes him extremely valuable…” The Pirate Lord smirked, just as the Bull mooed a fifth time, this one was the most drawn out and it almost sounded… distressed…

Landyt smirked some more as some gray smoke left the bull’s nose, almost like it was comically fuming with rage. He grinned as the smell of burning flesh entered his nostrils, such familiar anguish, so soothing…

The Nord, satisfied with the outcome, got up and wandered over to the side of the bull, he watched it for a moment, to check something, before striking down on its back and opening its stomach, dumping its contents on the floor. A charred body fell out, hitting the flames with thud and rolling over in front of him, landing on the floor and sizzling as his charred body made contact with the cold floor of Landyt’s study.

He continued to smirk at the sight of it before turning around, his servant, who seemed to use the sound of the bull opening as his cue these days shuffled into the old Nord’s room, standing timidly behind him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“S-Sir? Is he…?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Landyt shook his head, giving the servant a smirk as he did so before turning back to his victim and taking in a whiff of the glorious aroma of burning flesh. He exhaled, calmly, letting out a relaxed sigh, like he had just tried a new scented candle.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t worry about that… I’m done with him, get Ternic and Rory to help you, toss him overboard…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“V-Very well Captain…” The Fallen muttered, moving closer to the body and looking at it, nervously.

<p class="MsoNormal">“G-Gods… You really did a number on him.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“They train ‘em well in Underland, took me… five hours to get the bull to sound off once, I think that might be a new record.” Landyt grinned, turning around and heading out into the hallway, not even giving his servant a farewell and an assurance as they parted.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Captain marched through the hall, drawing the diary from his back pocket and thumbing through it as he tried to find the page with the boy’s location on it. With him, Arrianna would reward him handsomely, repeating this phrase in his head made the old Nord smirk as he snapped the journal shut, coming to a stop behind the helmsman.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We’ve found him, set course for Cyrodiil…” He ordered, staring on ahead.

<p class="MsoNormal">“This night shall be the last night that he walks free…”