Post by I.N.N.O.V.A.T.I.O.N. on May 27, 2019 22:26:36 GMT -5
I’m very hesitant on this plan. Tricking the expedition members? Sure thing, I’ve been doing that from the beginning. Everything has been going according to plans, falling into place, and the expeditioners dancing on the strings we pull. They suspected me for…
So long.
It was clear that my persona as Talas Knight had been perfect. I had played him to perfection, arrogant, troubling, loud, oblivious, and constantly starting problems and letting others deal with them. These are all the primary aspects of a human. My acting was flawless. By the sins I praise, I do so hate humans. Even those who called themselves...
My Friends.
How ignorant the expeditioners have been for so long. They even suspected the bumbling fool who is Mr. Woollard as being as evil and corrupt, the mastermind behind so many of our wrong doings. I must say, framing him to be a nefarious villain has certainly been a masterful stroke of my machinations. He’s probably the most righteous, law abiding being on this blasted expedition. He thinks he can help me. He even signed a contract not to betray my doings, my identity… His silly conception of honor has actually kept him to it. However…
This Time.
I’ve spent with walking in the shadows has not been for not. Virgil is the problem. He keeps ruining things, leaving his name, his markings everywhere. He draws some sort of perverse pleasure in leaving bread crumbs for the others to find. Even when we stole the soul of that Thrannish witch from the obelisks, he left his mark. The Expeditioners were getting close, I had to do something. Luckily Virgil isn’t an idiot. He agreed to my plans to reveal myself working with him as a means of getting the Expeditioners on my side, to actually get them to AGREE I should keep working with him. They fell for this ploy perfectly, as I knew they would…
I Won't.
Let Virgil out me like that. Of course it worked. This worked for much longer than I had expected, however the expeditioners as gullible as they may be, are not entirely without wisdom. They have begun to expect me once more. How could they not? What with Virgil continuing his charades and all I doubt I’ll...
Be Coming.
To the same reception as the last ploys. This time we had to do something dramatic. This plan of his though, it does scare me. Infusing my very essence with blight? Letting it grow through me? I’ve seen what previous experiments have done, how a magister is made. Regardless of Virgil’s assurances that this will be different, my hesitation is understandable. They will rescue me, they will see me as the victim. My ignorance will be played, understanding of the situation feigned. How could I possibly be working with Virgil? Look at what he did to me? He wouldn’t let me turn my…
Back Again.
Its been working, of course. My acting is perfect. What I can do? I have to admit, surprising even to me. The expectations Virgil and I had, this was more than what we could hope for. The only things that still worry me is how Virgil died. This was not what we had discussed. Could he have kept something from me? It is possible and would not be the first time he has done so. I can feel that constant thrumming though, the heart beats, its…
Been Fun.
Trying to figure out these new powers. I’m sure I could commune, I could talk directly to Blight. If I just grab onto the beating, I know I could channel it in its purest form. Yes, I think that is exactly what I must do. I cannot just stand around let the chance pass me, to just say…
Good Bye.
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I can feel it. The beating… No… the beatings. One, two, three, four… Nine. Beating in unison, their voice is so… enthralling. Yes, I see now. They speak to me. This feeling of all, of unity, of… Harmony. I know I can achieve it, to defy death. How dare such an entity mark me for my final rest. Blight will save me. I can feel it. I will deceive Blight as I have so many in my past. I will pledge my undying loyalty, my service....
Glass Shatters.
The very grip of my being, my soul vibrating. Such raw power, such desire, such execution filling my essence, this is it. This is… Painful? No. This is not what I asked. The pain… I can feel it, scraping everything within me out. Pulling myself piece by piece into the beating. Every pulse is pulling me, tearing me apart. This was a mistake, this was not…
The Choice.
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Was Made.
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It Was.
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Very Wrong.
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We Are.
All.
