Lyt
Active Member
The Madman's Library
Players so Far:
Rizen - Riz
Gorthal - Abraxas
Rarga - Rarga or Raah
Raurshka - Raurshka
Shear - Jo'Zaree
Lyt - ???
4th Era, Year 203, Fifth of Rain's Hand, 7:00 P.M.
Ka'Rzique found himself utterly mystified, staring up at the sky slowly turning from gold, to violet, with the great aurora starting to make it's appearance. The lone KhaJiit, with a strange name lost himself in the brilliant sky, mumbling to himself.
"Color colors, sunset colors. Set my heart aflame.
Never seen such pretty colors, let my mind exclaim..."
He wore common fur hide over his leopard spotted fur, which suited him just fine. You could hardly tell the difference between his fur and his covering. He managed to look quite the feline, with his yellow eyes wide with wonder, curiosity and a touch of madness. A single leather pack adorned his shoulder, full of something Ka'Rzique loved but didn't understand. His belt held no weapons but one, small sheath that should have held a dagger, but instead held a small sharpened bone. Ka'Rzique adjusted his pack absentmindedly, enraptured by the changing sky.
His appearance there on the road to Whiterun from Iverstead must have seemed odd, because a guard stopped and asked, "Are you alright there?"
Ka'RZique could only babble, never taking his eyes off the sky, "Lost, yes Lost is Zeek, in Sky, Rim, yes Rim, SkyRim am I?"
"Excuse me?"
"Help find me you must, help Zeek, Skyrim is vast, find who Zeek is, I'm thus. Mind is long gone, long past."
The guard seemed flustered, "Are you mad?"
The word seemed to act as a lightning bolt, and Ka'Zrique instantly brought his full attention to the guard, to glare most fiercely at him with his yellow slit-like eyes. The guard stepped backward in fear, then reached for his weapon.
"MAD YOU SAY? CORRECT INDEED. BUT SOON IT'LL BE YOUR MIND IN NEED!" The KhaJiit screamed.
And quick as a flash Ka'Rzique drew the bone and sliced at the air in front of the guard. Time seemed slowed and the guard's swing at Ka'Rzique was reduced to a snail speed. Ka'Rzique stepped away from the sword and reached into his pack, drawing out a shimmering book. He put the bone-shard back into it's sheath and time returned.
The guard's sword swung harmlessly at air. The guard looked shocked that he'd missed the Khajiit. He rushed forward with another attack.
Ka'Rzique opened the book at the guard.
The guard froze. His face was lit by strange hues eminating from the pages.
Ka'Rzique cackled gleefully.
"Lost you mind to the book with the lights. Now your mind is like mine!"The guard was completely mesmerized, a look of utter content on his face.
The Khajiit cackled again, and then closed the book with a snap and the guard fainted.
Then Ka'Rzique took the guard's gold and returned to his contemplation of the sky. When he finally got bored, it was midnight. Then he made his merry way to Whiterun by the light of the auroras, singing loony lyrics as he went.
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On the road to Whitrun, Sixth of Rain's Hand,6:45 A.M.
A Wizard in Black robes waits to ambush the next traveler to Whiterun from Iverstead. A single thought is in his head: Just one more black soul and I'm golden...