by Tsalmaveth on December 28th, 2011, 5:22 pm
Tsalmaveth grew angry with the hustle and bustle of the marketplace, repeatedly getting knocked over or nudged by weaklings. The stank of sweat was present in the air as swine shoved past him to get to their troughs, no doubt hungry for the sweets and pies that various stalls were offering. Fat, incompetent and lavished in ridiculous garb; meeting those in the marketplace was not so unlike going to a show of troubadours. The filth and stank of this place clung to his clothes and permeated every pore. He realised - quite suddenly, in fact - that he was still quite unused to the bumbling, harsh life outside of Kalinor. Without the graceful, dark caverns and well groomed, albeit harsh relatives of his Web.
Tsalmaveth was quite out of his element. Turning a lip at his own weakness, he thought, "What sort of fool am I to not be able to handle such things?" A cool mask of indifference fell upon him as naturally as a shadow in the night. It creased away the disgust from his mouth, curved his brow into relaxation till he looked blankly past the group which jostled him so rudely. He was a Symenestra, proud and strong, to show such weakness was to be weak.
It was not ill fate which brought him to this place nor was he merely passing through. He was constantly searching, using every sense his body had to offer to see through the shade of filth and find the traitorous scum whom shared blood with Tsalmaveth. He was impacted so furiously by the stench merely because he opened himself to it, whether or not his senses were sharp he would extend every option to find his brother and the young he had stolen from their fathers grasp. It seemed not long ago that he had been given the task to search for his brother, yet he had traveled from Kalinor to Alvadas.
He pushed away memories of muggings and other atrocious abuse this realm had visited upon him. Hate for the Symenestra was strong, yet so was fear. But, it was evident that Tsalmaveth did not inspire fear. He cursed his ill fate, to be unable to express his warrior spirit yet feel it so strongly. Subconsciously, he reached for where his chain should have been, however it was currently stationed within a barrel outside a tavern. Tsalmaveth had learned quite quickly not to take anything he held valuable with him. Unarmed, if trouble came to him Tsalmaveth would have his own failing physical strength to depend on. He would still be more than a match for his brother, he thought, while the infant would probably attract attention in such a populated place. That would be the real threat.His joints began to ache with the stress of moving through the crowd, beaten tender and soft Tsalmaveth shifted away from the crowd to regain his strength in by a shady booth. Deep breaths filled with pain, he cursed his physical weakness. The beating his eldest brother had given him still hurt occasionally to this day, broken ribs that once had healed felt shattered once again.
Dhalvorex, that parasite, had bested him in a way that shamed him to this very day. Shuddering, his cold mask shifted to one of shamed rage and unbelievable pain. He could still feel the blows, each and every one when the memory struck him. He had been foolish in his younger days, more prone to irrational action. Years of solitude after his shame and searching for his sibling had tempered the chilling blaze of his rage. Lifting his gaze, he saw someone not so far from he, hiding from the crowds. He observed his own position and found that was what he was doing, aloud he spoke, "Weakness is for those whom are blind." Something he had come to find in his travels was that strength was brought from knowledge of the world around. He hadn't known how to defeat his brother, so he had failed. Strength meant nothing, knowledge was true power. Animation had been his source of power, his way to becoming a warrior. He drifted into deep thoughts of his many attempts to gain power through the knowledge that World Magic had provided him.
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Tsalmaveth on December 29th, 2011, 8:08 pm, edited 1 time in total.