RP:Dance with the Devil
Part of the What You Leave Behind Arc
Summary: A certain gentleman invites a doubtful Blut to switch sides in secrecy.
Larket, The Day After The Battle
Blut was walking amongst the city of larket looking over what had happened amongst the city. He looked left and right looking over the used mana from the various spell casters. Their spells fresh from impact. Bluts vision still compeltly blind unable to see the devistation but he could see the colapsed figures. The man however could see the various ways the citizens were healing from the various mages casting spell after spell. From various priests and healers from dark to light magics. Blut was starting to get a grasp of what mana trully looked like whilst still blind for the forseeable future he was enjoying the sight. Secrets of the world purely truths were being revealed to him. Even things like illusions were dispelled on contact only the truth was avalible to him if he wanted it or not. Blut entered the tavern useing a stick to navigate his way around finding a seat by the main bar. "Wisky on the rock hard." Blut asked throwing gold on the table wondering how to cure his eyes.
The bartender scratches an itch at the back of his neck while he nods. Larket’s taverns have been awfully damned busy in the day since the attack, both as welcome respites for weary rescue workers and makeshift medical facilities once the clinics have filled to bursting with wounded. Just now, there’s an all-too-brief lull in business, with only a smattering of grim-faced patrons -- all of whom have lost someone dear to them in the battle. A moment later, Blut’s beverage is placed before him. Whiskey on the rocks, hard. Made to perfection. If there is one drink this particular tavern’s known for, it’s whiskey. And there’s been an awful lot of whiskey ordered to mask an awful lot of sorrows today. Not long after the bartender steps away to help another customer, a pleasant-looking man with chiseled features and sky blue eyes takes a seat beside Blut. “Whiskey for me as well,” he requests. “Straight.” The bartender scratches that damned itch again and hops to it. The pep in his step is depleted after a long day at the job. Nevermind the fact that he, too, lost someone in the battle. He mumbles dry nothings to himself as he fetches the drink. “Long day,” the pleasant-looking man complains. “Busy, busy, busy. Say, you new around here?” Blut should be able to sense an inordinately high level of mana surging from him. It will be almost… blinding, if you’ll pardon the joke. “I’m looking for a place to grab a bite to eat, but all the restaurants are either closed or destroyed. What lousy service.”
Blut squinted under his wraps as he looked at the man next to him the mana levels were outragous giveing him a glimps of how strong this man could be. In civilian gear with nothing but his sword snappers under his sleeves he looks towards the man. "So and so I suppose. I travel alot never in one place for a long time. Still things look different from when I was last here." Blut joked as he recived his drink "so what brings you to this area sides you can't really expect alot of reception where all of hell broke loose."
The pleasant-looking man chuckles between sips of his beverage. “I’m a traveler of sorts. Between cities, between kingdoms, between realms. Between planes of existence. It matters little; I spread the truth wherever I traverse. The truth is a simple enough thing for those who will but see it.” He waves his right hand politely. “Meaning no offense. You see better with those wraps around your face than anyone else in this dive would see with peerless vision. Oh, I know.” There’s a smirk forming on his bright features. “What do you say we take a trip? Just you and me. Don’t hesitate, now. Just let it happen.” He snaps his fingers before Blut can inquire further. All at once, the outrageous mana emanating from the pleasant-looking man seems to burst, but not harmfully. The whole world blurs, and it blurs in such a fashion that Blut will -feel- the blurring. It’s a magical sort of distortion, heavy and harsh, and then quite suddenly they’re no longer in the bar, no longer in Larket, but out in some vague wilderness to the sound of a hooting coyote and a vast expanse of nature and nothingness in every direction. The stars are plentiful and a chill wind passes through. Upon the distant horizon, there is another surge of mana for Blut to sense. It’s an explosion, fiery and lethal, upon a frontier village. Wherever they are, dozens of people just perished several kilometers away. “My orcs were hungry,” the man says. Neither his face nor his voice is pleasant any longer. Kahran shakes his head, waving a hand dismissively. “You must know your associates cannot win.”
Blut watched as he saw the world distort looking around. His head turned to the sound of the coyote the wind flowing over his body. Blut turned to the direction of where he could feel the heat of the village burning in flames. He saw the rampade spells of any remaining resistance. He watched as large blobs of mana engaged on smaller forms. Soon they were extinguished and it soon disipated. "So thats what that was." Blut chuckled "I don't think this dramatic flare was neccessary after all I can't see." Blut explained pointing towards his wraps before sitting on the ground offering no resistance. "Anyways I must know what does Kharan want with me. Is there something you want me to do?" Blut asked with a small smirk on his face.
“Look beyond the notion of eyes. You don’t need them. You see keenly without them. You feel the damnation of Lithrydel as you currently know it. The old must give way to the new. I want you to let the past die,” Kahran says. “Tell me: what is that -you- want? What are the aspirations of the assassin, Blut? I believe you are as doubtful of your allies’ prospects as I am. But I believe you have a role to play in the world to come. And you will prove it to me or die with the rest of them.” He takes a few steps toward that burning horizon, his back turned to Blut. He does not seem to be in the possession of a weapon. Is he truly unarmed?
Blut chuckled "Now when you say it like that it almost sounds like I'm destined for something." Blut stood up and stepped forward "what I desire is knowledge long lost to the march of time. To be fair I've never liked the world especially that city called Frostmaw." Blut took another step forward "People fear what they do not understand they blindly trust their demons. Anyways I got a few eons to spend might as well spend those eons on the winning side." Blut chuckled as he extended his hand "As long as I don't have to call you lord ask of me what you wish." Blut asked with a smile on his face curious as to how Kahran knows what he sees and his name.
Lionel | Kahran snickers despite himself. This is proving to be a most amusing encounter. Indeed, this fellow could be of more use than he’d originally intended. Blut’s power is clear but still untapped to its true potential. There are still tools worth preserving in preparation for the new world order Kahran foresees. “Rest assured, assassin. Frostmaw will burn red like all the rest of them. Now the hour grows late and I have only one further question for you. Your reply will dictate where we go from here. Why do you seek that knowledge?” He smiles almost pleasantly. Almost like that pleasant-looking man he’d masqueraded as back at the bar.
Blut chuckled "why wouldn't anyone want what I'm looking for. The ability to look back at any event at any time. They say that currency is what makes the world go round. But what is there for a man who has neither blood nor gold of any value. If gold is the currency of a man and blood is the currency of the soul then knowledge is the currency of a god. For he who knows all in the world can afford to forsake the world. In a lay mans term blood gold a social status they will all turn to dust before me but knowledge is everylasting." Blut explained putting his hand down into his pocket and pulling out a blue crystal holding it forward to offer it to the man. "Take this and we can talk in privacy whenever we need too. If I'm working for you I really don't want people finding out." Blut spook with smile on his face his head somewhat tilted to the right.
Lionel | “Nor do I wish it known,” Kahran answers. His expression has taken on considerable thoughtfulness in light of Blut’s response; it must have been everything he wished to hear and more. In Kahran’s approximation, Blut has now proven himself a tool worth preserving. Not only that, but one best left concealed. A skeletal right hand grasps the blue crystal, which shines harshly in his palm to brighten the burns upon his knuckles that trail his fingertips. With his free hand, the remnant snaps his finger. He and Blut are now back at the bar, seated side-by-side. None of the other patrons, nor the bartender, seem to have noticed they were ever gone. Could chronomancy have played a role in Kahran’s spell? Perhaps if Blut remains within his employ long enough his new boss will indulge him enough that he can find out. Kahran has reverted to the image of the pleasant-looking man, who finishes his drink with what can only be described as glee. “We’ll be in touch,” he says. “Sooner rather than later. I think I have a job just for you.”
Blut picks up the drink that was still on the table looking at it before picking it up and takeing a drink. Raiseing his glass not looking back "look forward to hearing from it." Blut calls out waveing with he free hand.