Story Time/Open RP: Dying does wonders for one’s health
Daigo made his way down the road. The sky had cleared since the night before and now he was making his merry way towards the capital city. It was a good distance from the collective’s strong holds and he figured he could operate in peace doing what he did best. He wondered at how his friends within that guild were faring. How was Damakos? Moira and Nyx? Did Harold still wield his ax for that fool paladin? And what of his sworn brother, Dhun? He had been gone a long, long time now. At least so it had felt. But regardless of all that he was back now. Having cheated the reaper once again and returning to the land he loved. The land he had called home. Daigo eventually made his way to the main walls of the city and saw white stone stretching far off into the distance on either side. He kept his hood drawn up. Perhaps shaving had not been the best idea as he was now more recognizable from the old days. Would the guards at this tower even let him through? He would have to see. He eventually made his way to the main gate. It was open and allowing travellers to come through, though they did have to go through a checkpoint first. When it was time for him to approach, he stepped up, and kept the hood drawn over his faintly glowing red eyes.
“Name.” the guard said loudly.
Daigo responded, “Daigo Belfir.”
The guard slowly looked up and his mouth was in a firm line. “Oi is this some kind of lark mate?” he said unamused. “Calling yeself by that rat bastard’s name? Likely to get shot friend!”
Daigo grinned. “Oh I dont know....I’ve been told Dying does wonder’s for one’s health.”
The guard stared at him for a moment..and then burst out laughing. “well well guess we have a jester in our midst. Well friend I’m sorry to say that you wont be entering the city with jokes like that. Now be on ya way vagabond.” his tone took a more deadly tone now. “Before I snap me fingers and send ya to hell myself-”
Before the man could finish, Daigo reached into the back of his belt and drew his Knife. Removing it from the sheath caused him to turn invisible, vanishing into thin air in the eyes of those watching. The guard shouted in alarm and Daigo quickly made his way past him and the guards rushing towards the door to hear what the commotion was about. Daigo could not help but grin to himself. A smart thief of criminal would not so boldly announce his presence to the guards, but instead simply sneak in and stay out of the public’s eye. But Daigo wanted the city to know, indeed the whole country to know... That he was back. And he was ready to prepare the way again for his work. Damn the collective, the circle, and all others who tried to end him those two years ago. He had been living in exile, growing, learning, developing his pyromancy, refining the powers given to him by the creature known as spawn, and had also obtained the physical prowess of the vampire lords themselves, though their magics were lost to him. He was not going to hide any longer. He was not going to fear any longer. Those fools and all who allied with them were more than welcome to try and stop him. But he would not flee again, even if death’s icy breath should lay hold of him at last. He made his way into the city’s heart and eventually found what he was looking for. The poor district. Where beggars, layabouts, lollygaggers, vagabonds, and other such characters widdled about their days. In such districts it was easy to hide. Like a rat in a castle.
some time later Daigo found himself a nice little hovel to sit down and catch his breath. All that he owned in the world he carried on him, which was not much. But that was just fine. As he had before during his years chasing the bottom of a bottle he would rise up from nothingness again, and once more forge a name for himself in the land. He would need allies though. Resources. Wealth. Favors and black mail. He had a lot of work ahead of him, but this was work of a most wonderful nature. This was the work of a man who like a phoenix would not remain dead for long. He looked up at the castle where the ruler of this land lived. He then drew his hood back and smiled visciously at it. “Enjoy your soft beds and warm meals now my friends. Because very soon the bill will come due, and I will rebalance the scales once again.” He then took out a grail that he had tied to his belt, and then took out a water flask and emptied its contents into the grail. The water flask was in fact filled with blood and the grail began to glow from the ruby’s embedded in its cup. He then held up the cup to the sight of the castle. “To New beginnings. May that which was dead live again, and may that which now lives, taste its icy kiss.” he then drank the blood from the grail and laughed, unsheathing his magical knife and vanishing like smoke in a forest. Leaving only his foot prints behind...
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