Pezzle

The Five Senses

Chres Sansus
&
The Being of Many Names

Major interactions with @HokumPocus, @Jerkchicken
Minor mention of @RangingWolf

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Chres took as step back. A rush of questions running through his mind. Who was this man really? What did he want? How did he know Chres's name? Was he an acquaintance of the hunter, the man he referred to as Atticus? Chres asked none of these. He merely listened. All the while his hand on his dagger. Ready to use tempraision at any moment.

Sil, on the other hand, didn't seem so frightened. She merely gasped and zipped up to the man. She was about to say something when Chres put his left hand over his pendent. She instantly blinked out of existence. Now was probably not the time for her shenanigans.

The man who called himself Gin arched his eyebrow as Sil disappeared. He paid Chres a quick glance before turning his attention to the noble and the man with the dice. Both of them having just addressed this man Gin. "Why Octavio, my good friend, everything about me is over the top. My existence is over the top. My personality is over the top. When I leapt over the bar's counter top, I was over the top. This hat-" Gin snapped his fingers immediately after the word 'hat'. Suddenly a top hat appeared on his head. "-is over the top." Gin snapped his fingers again and the hat vanished. "But I'll tell you what is not over the top, though the way I bring it up most certainly is, and that is... your imminent deaths."

Gin smiled knowingly at the noble he named Octavio before vanishing into thin air. A second later Gin reappeared in the stool Chres had been sitting earlier. In his hand he held a bottle of rum and a glass with ice. He poured the rum into the glass and was about to offer the glass of rum to the man with the dice. He paused, however, with a frown and a shake of his head. Instead, he offered the man the whole bottle of rum, placing the bottle in front of the man. Gin then downed the glass of rum he poured in one swig and exhaled loudly.

"Rum. Good stuff Dirty. Or do you prefer the name Bastard? Or is it one of those names you say together? Just Dirty Bastard. Meh, I suppose it doesn't matter. DB. I'll just go with DB. So about that game of dice, DB." Gin placed a stack of coins on the table. He then grabbed the pair of dice and rolled. The dice bounced off the cup DB placed on the table and settled.

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A post? lol

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And enter the being of many names. Who would like to take a go?

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Chres Sansus

Major interactions with @Elevation, @13Org, @SonofJet, @HokumPocus, @Jerkchicken, @RangingWolf

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Chres paid Hark a glance and frowned. Then speaking in a low voice, he said, "To say I know anything would be a strong term. I would say its more of a hunch." Chres paused momentarily trying to think of best way to say what he wanted to say without sounding crazy. "A year ago, I visited the biggest Island on The Broken Isles and spent a night in Kaltem with a few acquaintances of mine. That night all of us experience visions or some form of premonition. Those visions, they encouraged us into acts of violence and murder. Sound familiar?" Chres glanced back at the innkeeper indicating that the last comment was a reference to what the man had said earlier.

"Listen friend," Chres continue still speaking in a hushed tone. "I don't know if those visions, the acts of violence, and the cult are related or not. If they are related, however, a thought just occurred to me. A thought that I would rather not find out the answer to myself. What would happen if everyone in this town was struck by such visions at once? Chaos. That's what. Now this just might be me jumping to conclusions, but I'm not going to stay to see if I'm right. I'm out of here. I suggest you leave as well." And with that, Chres took off. He took no more than two steps when he felt something pulse deep within his soul.

Chres froze. What was that? He thought. For half a second he could have sworn he just saw the inn's candle flames flicker black. And did the shadows of every man and woman creep towards the light instead of away? An itch crawled up Chres's spine to the back of his neck. Memories flood his head.

Chres stabbing Mercaido in the neck with the man's own dagger. The man had slept with Chres's wife. Chres's wife dead at his feet. He killed her. He was drunk though. She cheated on him. But he was never there though. She betrayed his trust. But he loved her. It wasn't only one time! So killing her was the right thing to do?! She would have done it again! But that doesn't make it right! Murder. Murder. MURDER! STOP! Chres snapped out of it. The itch on the back of his neck still lingered. I'll make this right. Chres thought. With my death, I'll make this right. The itch slowly faded at the thought.

Chres took a moment to glance around the inn. Everything was back to normal. So then what was that he had seen? It reminded him of The Distortion. Did he just imagine it? No. Other people in the room were glancing around as well as if they had just seen something odd happen as well.

Sil. He thought to his familiar. We need to leave this town. Now.

"Leave? Chres Sansus. Always running away when the fun gets started. Almost as dull as your face." Chres spun at the mention of his name. Behind the bar-counter was a curious man with black hair and a knowing smirk. He was leaning against the counter, staring at Chres slyly. "Actually, now that I've seen your face I have to admit your face is far far worse." The man then looked up at the ceiling, "Hear that Pezz? You can scratch almost from my previous comment. No- wait! Don't do that. It will ruin the joke." The man turned his gaze back at Chres and smiled as if nothing happened. What was that all about?

Chres raised an eyebrow at the man. Where did he come from? Chres was sure no one was there just a moment ago. It was almost as if this man had appeared out of nowhere. Chres glanced at the innkeeper. The man was frozen in place staring blankly at a patron. Chres then noticed the man's wife in the kitchen. She had frozen in place too. Chres then looked around the whole inn. Everyone was still and silent. Everyone except Hark, the hunter, the woman courier, The blonde haired man, the noble, the man with the dice, and the two familiars. Chres couldn't help but shiver. What was this?

The man with the black hair leapt over the bar counter-top and bowed. "Allow me to introduce myself. You may call me... let's go with Gin today. You all may call me Gin- except you Atticus!" He exclaimed pointing to the hunter. "You have to call me Sally. Anything else and I'll splash more wine on your face. Don't worry though. The wine will do wonders for your scent."

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the momentary changes to the environment, the half second of Distortion, everyone can see that.

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Actually. Scratch that. You can respond to the post. Just keep in mind that only the ones who have been touched by insight can feel the pulse which is mentioned.

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Got some plot up on the IC. I'll make a character post later tonight. It should be mostly short. Until then, feel free to make posts but not in response to the plot point. The Being of Many Names will make an appearance.

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Plot Point

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The sun had set below the horizon in Shimmer Town. A sliver of moon in the sky. The residents within their homes. A few wondering the streets. Children are being put to bed. The local Guardsmen are on patrol. Soldiers man the gates and the walls, several of which have already succumbed to Insight. A group of those soldiers man the east, west and south gates. The south gate in particular is of interest at the moment as a group of Sightless are currently being let in. At the group's head is Sightless in black robes. He meets with a group of the Cult's followers who have come to greet the new arrivals. They get on their knees bowing before the Sightless in black robes.

"Sightless Nieffar," The man at the group's head says after being gestured to rise, "we saw your arrival. We have much to report about the status of the mission." Sightless Nieffar cocked his head as a knowing smirk crosses his face. "Ah... You already know. Of course you do. Please forgive my insolence."

"You have been forgiven. The seed is ready." Nieffar said with the typical sounding Sightless dry voice.

"Yes, Sightless Nieffar. He is planting himself now. It will begin soon." The man replied.

Nieffar nodded, closing his eyelids over the gaping holes where his eyes use to be. Takeing in a deep breath, a smile crosses his face. "No, my clansman. You still have much to learn from our lord. You see, it begins now."

The cultists stir uneasily as the feel a sudden tiny pulse deep within. The darken night sky flickers purple and the moon green. The torch flames on the street turn the color of black while still giving off an orange glow, the nearby shadows of living creatures looming towards the light instead of away. All of this happened for half a second before the world goes back to normal.

"That pulse you felt was our lord touching the souls of those who have seen his gift to mankind." Sightless Nieffar informed the Cultists, pausing to let the words sink in. Murmurs about Insight rustled through the crowd of Cultists. Nieffar continued, "Yes child clansmen. The Insight. It is his gift to us. It gives us vision, knowledge and power. He will come to you in your visions and speak to you. Through them, he will reveal your purpose in life as he did for me. Now co-" Nieffar cut off his words. His attention being drawn to a location near the town's lake. As if on cue, the other Sightless with him drew their gaze in the same direction. A frown crossed Nieffar's face as he steals a glance at the other Sightless who had arrived with him.

"Sightless Nieffar? Is something wrong?" One of the Cultists askes questioningly.

Turning his attention back to the Cultists, he gives them half a smile. "Merely, an unwelcome guest intruding on this most holy night. Don't worry though. Any trouble he instigates will be handled appropriately." Nieffar responded. "Now come. Show me to my quarters so I may prepare for the festivities."

Nieffar stole one last glance at the source of his disturbance before following the Cultists. Muttering under his breath he said "Absent for all these years and now he makes a play? What are you doing here? Who did you speak to? No worry. We'll find out. We always do."

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You missed talking and more Sil antics. Very important stuff :P

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One super long post is up. Anybody like spaghetti?