Neutral Evil

Arthur's personality is warped. He use to be quite a polite elf in the past. Arthur does as he pleases, playing the world like a game and desiring to make everyone his pawn. He is very manipulative and wouldn't hesitate to play the role of a gentleman and ally in order to take what he wants. Deep inside, he fears losing everything again. He wanted a life that would make him happy, always imagining himself to grow old with a wife but having his mind warped to believe that this was a world where he must fight and manipulate.

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mogensdreyer:

“Oh… I see you ran into Mihai.” Mogens said flatly, recalling his own meeting with the bard. Honestly, Mogens didn’t feel one way or the other towards Mihai, but he didn’t want to see harm come to him. Arthur implied that he’d left the bard unscathed. Beyond that, Mogens didn’t care enough about the bard’s well-being to ask whether or not Mihai managed to get any coin out of the elf, or if Arthur scared him away.

“I wouldn’t call your presence pleasant, but ‘uncomfortable’ is the word I would use for Mihai, not you. I liken a lack of comfort to… annoying. You are not so much annoying as unpredictable. The fact that you may cause a scene at any time, although maybe not now, does not give me any comfort. That much is true.”

Arthur noticed the flat tone, and he chuckled.  The man actually chuckled -- and not in a dark, devious manner either.  “You sounded as excited as I was.  For a city, encounters seem to be quite small.  I wouldn’t expect you to know who I was addressing.” “Hmm... I see.”  Arthur commented, turning his gaze properly towards Mogens.  “I like to consider myself a mystery.  It sounds far more elegant, does it not?  Worry not, for I truly am not one to cause an uproar or a scene.  I like my work to be done...  behind the scenes, if that makes sense.”

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alluring-occultist:

Oh yes, continue giving this elf a nasty look.  He’s finding sick thrill in it.  He continued to grin as he was…  Perhaps because he knows no matter what this half elf said, Arthur knew he was far superior in every way.  What a cocky bastard. “Because I asked, is it not ‘kind’ to share your name to someone who introduced himself to you?”  Of course, Arthur did get the others name, and only nodded in return.  In truth, perhaps he didn’t quite care, but he can’t be completely bad to everyone in this city or he won’t be able to get away with much.  “Mogens?  It’s a pleasure.  Perhaps I had been quite…  inappropriate with my comments earlier.  Many elves I grew up with are quite prejudice against half elves and I’m afraid I’ve been influenced quite a bit by them.”

Mogens was beginning to grow less and less fond of the grin that Arthur was showing him. It was rather creepy. The air of superiority was definitely elven. Mogens almost scoffed.

He didn’t exactly have a retort for that. While it was kind to give your name to someone in an introduction, introductions were usually performed on equal footing – not when one party has already insulted the other. But now that they had both exchanged insults, who was at fault? As it was undecided, Mogens simply continued to give Arthur a wary eye. 

“That’s unfortunate,” he replied to Arthur’s comment about growing up and being influenced by prejudiced elves.

Well, how unfortunate for Mogens.  Not that Arthur truly really cared about how Mogens felt. Arthur wasn’t quite like the common elf, he wasn’t the nicest of guys.  He was dangerous, venomous, but he rather enjoyed it when people barked back at him.  It showed that there was someone out there with more backbone than Mihai. “Quite.”  Arthur responded, giving a faint little shrug as he watched the other.  Somehow, Arthur knew this man wasn’t going to play dumb (or literally be dumb), so Arthur dropped his facade a bit. “Uncomfortable, are we?”  He spoke, snickering slightly as he turned to look around.  “Don’t worry.  I don’t plan to cause a scene anytime soon.  I do truly admire your bark, at least.  Far better off than that bard I ran into earlier.  He was quite the disappointment.”

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mogensdreyer:

alluring-occultist:

mogensdreyer:

Mogens glared at the elf, attempting to flip the insult back at the other, “If the city is so anti-trash, then that really doesn’t explain why you’re here.” 

Oh. Arthur grinned.  Somehow, he rather enjoyed it when people barked back at him like this.  It seemed to give him an odd sense of pleasure.  “Feisty.  That’s quite endearing.  The name is Arthur, actually.  So are you just going to gawk at me or are you going to introduce yourself too?”

He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about being called ‘feisty’. Mogens could tell that the previous comment was an insult, but this… he decided to just continue sneering at the elf. His experience with elves hadn’t been great thus far, and it didn’t appear to be changing any time soon with Arthur. A sneer seemed to be the best course of action.

“Why do you need to know?” he barked out before second-guessing himself. He was the first to be rude, and he didn’t know this elf. Maybe this one would be different. Mogens really did try his best not to make assumptions. He quickly retracted his words, “Mogens is my first name. And I wasn’t gawking.” Well, that was about as polite as the elf was going to get. Mogens still didn’t trust him, after all.

Oh yes, continue giving this elf a nasty look.  He’s finding sick thrill in it.  He continued to grin as he was...  Perhaps because he knows no matter what this half elf said, Arthur knew he was far superior in every way.  What a cocky bastard. “Because I asked, is it not ‘kind’ to share your name to someone who introduced himself to you?”  Of course, Arthur did get the others name, and only nodded in return.  In truth, perhaps he didn’t quite care, but he can’t be completely bad to everyone in this city or he won’t be able to get away with much.  “Mogens?  It’s a pleasure.  Perhaps I had been quite...  inappropriate with my comments earlier.  Many elves I grew up with are quite prejudice against half elves and I’m afraid I’ve been influenced quite a bit by them.”

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alluring-occultist:

mogensdreyer:

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“Oh shit- what’s he doing here?”

“I should be asking about you, halfbreed. I didn’t think the city was keen on allowing trash to litter their street.”

Mogens glared at the elf, attempting to flip the insult back at the other, “If the city is so anti-trash, then that really doesn’t explain why you’re here.” 

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Oh. Arthur grinned.  Somehow, he rather enjoyed it when people barked back at him like this.  It seemed to give him an odd sense of pleasure.  “Feisty.  That’s quite endearing.  The name is Arthur, actually.  So are you just going to gawk at me or are you going to introduce yourself too?”

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“Oh shit- what’s he doing here?”

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"I should be asking about you, halfbreed. I didn't think the city was keen on allowing trash to litter their street."

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bardic-calator:

Mihai only shrugged and waved his hand as flippantly as he could, fiddling with the strap of the harp case slung over his shoulder.

“I know a couple spells! Like Cure Wounds and Mend! I use those a lot. Technically, I can cast Minor Illusion and Faerie Fire, but I haven’t found a use for those yet. Actually I,” he chuckled, a little nervously, and scratched the back of his neck, “I studied Magical Theorum at the university in Bolincari, for a little bit!” Before he transferred to the Bard’s College and was promptly expelled, that is – but he didn’t bother to mention that.

He grinned and rubbed his hands together, a sure sign that he was about to go off on a tangent about his studies very soon; Arthur had better stop him, or else he wouldn’t shut up for at least an hour, probably longer.

Arthur gave the other quite the deadpanned look.

"A bard has a lot of potential."  Arthur started, raising a brow as he watched the other.  Arthur had zero interest in listening to the others life story.  He just gave a faint shrug as he decided to start walking away.  "You just sound like any other stereotypical cleric.  What a waste." That was how Arthur would stop the others life story.  He would simply walk away, and if Mihai really did plan to tell him anyway...

Well...

That person following him just moments ago won't be the only one threatened by the Eldritch blast...

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bardic-calator:

Mihai’s face was deathly serious all of a sudden, lips pursed and brows furrowed, at the mention of the Blackcloaks. It was an unsettling expression on someone who was normally so chipper.

“Aye, Blackcloaks. Don’t let them catch you calling them that, though – they’re officially called the Queensguard, and they like to remind people of that,” he glanced over his shoulder and around the street, just to be sure there weren’t any of those tell-tale black and gold cloaks in question – which was a futile effort, considering it was a rare and solemn occasion when one of them came this far into ‘dirty poor people’ territory, “though considering the Crown Princess isn’t quite the queen yet, you could call them the Regentsguard. I only know that they’re the crown’s personal attack dogs and don’t take kindly to the less fair races. Though, I hear they’re a little fractured since the Crown Princess and King Regent have been arguing a lot.”

“You should be fine, though – people of the Fair Folk are alright in the eyes of the crown, I guess.” His nose wrinkled as his fingers curled in air quotes around the word ‘fair’.

“Oh, hey! I got mugged here! Twice, actually!” He pointed to a nearby alleyway, squinting a little as if searching for something. “There might still be a bloodstain from where they broke my nose, I think!”

"Oh."  Arthur scowled.  Oh well, perhaps when he was done with the castle and was the one sitting on that throne, he could change these Queensguards to officially be called Blackcloaks.  It was a far better, more frightful name.

He listened closely to Mihai's words, but Arthur also wasn't worried at all.  He was an elf, and not some disgusting half breed one either.  He wondered if that could lure him closer to that Crowned Princess in desire to overthrow.

His devious thoughts were broken when the other began to talk about the mugging, which left Arthur absolutely stunned on how SOMEONE could bring that up so casually.  Was he serious?  Had one of these muggings cause the man a concussion or brain damage? "Bloody hell, now see, if you can just learn to shoot magic into someone’s face, they’ll leave you alone and you won’t have your nose broken."  Bards were pretty dangerous fighters if they put themselves in that mind-set.  Perhaps it benefit Arthur that this bard feared him and was...  queer.

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bardic-calator:

He didn’t – he didn’t wince away from Arthur’s hand at all. Nope. Absolutely not. If you asked him about it he would deny it to his dying day – which, coincidentally, might be coming very soon.

“Well, actually, I’m not from– you know what? It’s fine. This is fine. I’ll be more than happy to show you around.” Mostly out of fear. Entirely out of fear. He knew his way around enough to give Arthur a vague map of the important parts of the city and it’s poorer districts, at least. Still a little shell-shocked from seeing someone get blown off their gods damned feet, he proceeded to continue walking to the main thoroughfare of the district, occasionally pointing to landmarks or important streets and what have you.

“This is Sintlaas Broadwen. There’s a lot of shops and bars along this way, and if you keep going north you’ll come to the district’s guard post – there’s a board outside with bounties and such. Can’t miss it, but I’d avoid any Blackcloaks you see along the way – they’re not particularly hospitable to newcomers. Keep going along the Broadwen and you’ll reach the next district, but I don’t know much about it.” He pointed again, towards two towering white spires that just barely managed to peek out over the tops of the nearby buildings. “Dunno if you came in by sea or not, but those are the Towers of Bahamut and Erathis. I have no idea what they’re for, but if you’ve got the chance, you should visit them! They’re nice to look at.”

Ah, the fear this bard had for him already.  It sent a warm feeling in his chest.  He could definitely get use to this fear.  Perhaps Arthur would just have to torment him by visiting him again.

So Arthur decided to humour himself, following the bard around the city as he began to explain areas that really are of no importance to Arthur.  Poorer districts?  Easily destroyed into piles of rubble once he becomes the ruler.  Sintlaas Broadwen?  The bars would definitely be some of Arthur's favourite places to go, that's for sure.  Perhaps he should go there and get a drink for himself later.

The board?  Of no importance.  Not until he decides to manipulate his way into the eyes of fools like this bard here.

"Blackcloaks?"  Arthur inquired, raising a brow as he listened to what the other spoke of.  He just chuckled, giving a faint little shrug.  It was obvious Arthur had no concern at all about these Blackcloaks.  Sounds like his group of people.  He stared at the two spires, but he showed no interests in that, it seemed.  Bahamut?  Erathis?  Such useless deities.  They'd be better off converted into temples for Tharizdun and his dearest Vecna.

"Perhaps in the future, I shall visit them."

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bardic-calator:

“SWEET BAHAMUT’S SCALY BALLS.” That was not what he was expecting and not at all what he wanted. At the first sign of trouble, all four people in the group immediately attempted to scatter, before the largest of their number was promptly blown off his feet by a blast of dark, eldritch energy from Arthur’s hand, left groaning and only semi-conscious on the pavement while their friends looked on in horror.

Whatever plans they had for Mihai were promptly abandoned by the rest of the group, along with their friend, as they skittered in different directions and ducked into nearby alleys, disappearing into the shadows and leaving Mihai with a profound sense of horror and awe.

“Okay this isn’t what I meant but I guess this is fine too please don’t hurt me I’m sorry for bothering you–” please have mercy on him, he’s just a sweet, gentle lad.

Arthur stood there, watching his work’s effect.  He watched as the largest member fell back from the blast, sliding his hands into his pockets.  It hardly took much time at all for everyone to scatter, leaving Arthur there alone with the terrified bard. It was pathetic, hearing the Bard talk, and so Arthur turned back to face him.  “Silence.”  He barked, “You see how simple that was?  A simple action to show you’re more powerful than them will make them stay back.”  Arthur reached a hand out, but luckily it wasn’t to Eldritch blast Mihai in the face.  Nah, Arthur was kind in a sense, and just patted Mihai’s shoulder. “Now, why don’t you tell me a bit about this city.  I’m afraid I’m fairly new here and it would be lovely to learn about it.”

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bardic-calator:

“Uhm. I mean – I would prefer – to not be confrontational.” Lord howdy, this guy gave Mihai a distinct feeling of unpleasantness, and the ‘I am about to do something that belongs on the bottom right of the alignment chart and you will not like it’ expression on his face wasn’t helping.

“If– I guess if you’re just – going to have a conversation? That’s fine too. Just please make them go away. I like my harp and I don’t want them to have it.” He also liked not being beaten up, but as a bard, that was pretty much out of the question, so he’d take what he could get.

Oh Mihai, you poor, innocent Bard.  Follow those instincts, because they will probably spare you from witnessing this again in the future.  Now you’ll be experiencing a taste of Neutral Evil.

"Oh, of course.  A very brief conversation."  Arthur chuckled softly, giving the other a smile that might be a bit... too kind.  The first thing he did was chant "Hex" after he peeked over his shoulder, pointing a finger towards the closest person.  A hex in order to cause disadvantage towards what he would do next.

"Eldritch Blast."  He chanted.  Arthur quickly turned around towards where these guys were, and as if he was throwing a rock at the enemy he threw the Eldritch blast straight at the hexed target.  That smile became far more malicious now, because Arthur really had no mercy for what he had just done.

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alluring-occultist:

What. The. Hell?

So Arthur had been in this part of town for perhaps a day and already some random weirdo looped their arms together.  He was sweating too.  Gross.  His expression was odd, tight and awkward like the bard beside him had probably met Poison Spray right at his stupid face.  Arthur expected nothing less when the bard spoke.

Was he serious?

Arthur uttered not a word as the other began to tell an absurd joke, and of course Arthur didn’t laugh at all.  Instead he just gave the other the strangest look ever.  "I beg your pardon?“  He started, finally breaking his silence.  "I don’t know what you’re doing but this is utterly ridiculous.”

Fuck.

“You’re not laughing,” and now Mihai was starting to panic, oh no. “Look, okay, I may or may not,” he glanced over his shoulder, came to some kind of conclusion, and began to walk even faster, “there’s a bunch of guys behind me and I’m really scared of being mugged again and I don’t have any money for them to take so they might take my harp or something and that’d make me really sad so could you please at least pretend to know me because that might make them go away?”

He inhaled sharply, needing a bit of air after his spiel, and wiped his hand on his coat in attempt to get rid of the insane amount of sweat on his palms.

“Just until the end of the street or, like, when we see a crowd of people! Then you’ll never see me again! I promise!”

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"Do you really need a stranger to laugh to stop someone from following you?"  Arthur smirked, soon giving a faint little chuckle.  This poor, pathetic bard...  "You know, there's a very simple solution to this."

Arthur smirked, stopping his walk.  He slipped his hands into his pockets, a devious look on his face as he turned to Mihai.  "Do you want me to make these people stop following you?  I have to say, I am pretty decent at talking to someone to make them not follow me.  Do you want to learn how?"

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He’s just going to saddle up beside Arthur, a person he’s never met, and loop their arms together, totally nonchalant and not at all suspicious. There’s more than a little sweat beading on his brow as he glances out of the corner of his eye and gives his new buddy a tight smile that’s all teeth and nervousness.

“Quick, act like my friend and laugh at my jokes,” his voice is just barely above a whisper, “please, in Bahamut’s name.” And he’s walking brusquely now, trying to avoid whoever was tailing him as best as he could and speaking a little too loudly.

“And then I said, ‘what do you mean that’s not your mother? It looks just like her!’“

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What. The. Hell?

So Arthur had been in this part of town for perhaps a day and already some random weirdo looped their arms together.  He was sweating too.  Gross.  His expression was odd, tight and awkward like the bard beside him had probably met Poison Spray right at his stupid face.  Arthur expected nothing less when the bard spoke.

Was he serious?

Arthur uttered not a word as the other began to tell an absurd joke, and of course Arthur didn't laugh at all.  Instead he just gave the other the strangest look ever.  "I beg your pardon?"  He started, finally breaking his silence.  "I don't know what you're doing but this is utterly ridiculous."

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