Returning (Gendler)

by **Gendler** on March 5th, 2015, 11:37 am

Gendler

The chained ones mind wrestled with dark thoughts, thoughts that crossed his moral compass of honor as he kept replaying scenes of himself inflicting carnage upon the Konti. A helpless woman who could not defend herself from his onslaught. There was weakness in her, in most people he walked passed each day he spent in this city, and he wondered if it was a mistake returning to society again. And there it was, the great dilemma that plagued him. How could he obtain strength without exposing himself for what he really was. After all this time he still cared about the wall of humanity he was subconsiously holding up.

Gendler closed his eyes and stepped deeper into himself for answers. He came upon these conflicts often, two halves of himself clashing into each other for dominance. A man and a monster fighting for the neutral ground that would tip the scales in his soul forever. Which would prevail in the end, which one did he really want to be? Soft footsteps made there way twards the conflicted man, breaking the silence that was helping the undead distract his urge to inflict pain on anyone who would reveal any signs of weakness.

The undeads eyes opened as Gwin spoke, his cold gaze fixing upon her, she matched the description Evalin gave him. The mild interest in her tone bounced off of Gendler as she spoke to him as if he where just a lowly commoner. The lack of fear further antagonized him, bringing out the soft red glow in his eyes. Foolishness on her part to approach one such as him with such a familiar attitude, even if she was Evalins pet. Gendler left the comfort of the stone wall and slowly approached the creature before him, boldly stepping into her personal space with authority and the confidence of his undead supremacy. He continued to walk, forcing her to take steps back as he towered over the girl. There strong sense of uncomfort in the air grew as he delayed his answer in hopes to intimidate Gwin into a more submissive demeanor. "Your time has come, though my instructions where not to deliver you in pristine condition." Gendler stared with daggers in his eyes as he let the tone he created sink into the woman's mind. He reached into the darkness of his cloak and produced the parchment he was instructed to give to the musician. Holding the paper out to the girl he continued "My talents do not reside in delivering messages, mortal. It would behoove you in the future to keep such degrading assumptions to yourself."

The undeads features hardened as he stopped his assault on Gwins space and stood with the continued authority he was trying to project in his display towards her. "You are to meet me at this address at the precise time included with it. I don't feel it necessary to inform you of the dire consequences failing to do so would bring us both if you fail to meet my masters demands." Gendler attempted to read the Akvatari's reaction as he impatiently waited for her reply. The girl was unarmed as far as he could tell, which was expected. How she would react to this uncomfortable scenario he created would tell him how deep she was in Evalins hierarchy

A small smirk escaped Gendlers stern expression as he stared at Gwin. Despite there serious unpleasantness of his servitude, there was still a tinge of amusement slithering in the back of his mind. An immortal with a mysterious agenda that required song and dance. Perhaps he was underestimating Evalins plans, but he couldn't fathom the use of a bard in all of this. If what she had planned was so grand then there would be song and stories regardless. Maybe there would be some advantage into twisting the story to your advantage before it was released, but how could you expect someone to express something they know little about, why not just turn this Gwin into an undead so she could begin to understand what its like having everything she knows turn its back on her? Then she would know what loss and hate really is, what inspiration really is.

There was little commotion going on as the two stood in the presence of one another. The darkness of the clouds, and shadow of the cliff hid them perfectly if anyone where to pass into view of them. Unless someone where to enter or leave the Konti's establishment he could do as he pleased. Fire began to stir once again in the undead as he realized everything besides Evalins future favor was in his advantage should he be inclined to break bone. But he knew better to do anything to extreme should the situation call for it, but reason was a fickle thing in the quick moments of passion.

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by **Gwin** on March 6th, 2015, 11:18 am

For a moment only the soft noise of her fluttering wings stood between them. When he stepped closer, Gwin beheld his mismatched face, apparently patched together of various parts of different skin. His eyes were glowing with dangerous passion under their icy blue color. As she was hovering slightly above ground, they were roughly of the same height, yet his presence was pushing her down. Every inch of his cloaked body radiated pride and disdain, but such things didn’t necessarily entail superiority.

Still barking. Gwin had to bite back a bitter smile. If he wished to harm her, he’d have done so without introduction. Evalin had done the same thing and in the end she’d decided not to devour the Akvatari. Not a messenger? But you cannot argue that’s what you just did. Eventually she accepted the letter with a slight bow which he could interpret however he liked. In fact it only conveyed gratitude, but if he saw remorse or apology, she wouldn’t rectify that misunderstanding. It seemed like she’d spend a lot of time around the witch and her minions, so she’d try to get used to them soon.

When he spoke again, she put more space between them, relaxing the situation, to rip open the letter and read its message. Elegant and piercing handwriting. No meaningless phrases, of course not. It was very obviously an order from the leader to her subordinate. When she looked up, he was still there, watching her. For a tick, the Akvatari wondered what he saw in her. The fifth wheel on the wagon that was Evalin’s endeavor? He obviously didn’t think highly of her, but whether that was because of her living breathing existence or the function the witch had given her, Gwin couldn’t tell. Perhaps both.

Either way, she had to remind herself that challenging him and tickling his pride could only end badly. Considering the circumstances, she had to try and get along with him. He obviously lacked any appreciation for music, art, aesthetics even, but she didn’t have to like him or others the witch gathered around her. In fact, she realized, they were more likely to resemble him than anything else. One minstrel was enough, after all.

All that had trickled through her mind in a mere tick or two. Eventually Gwin nodded. “Aye, I understand and I’ll be there.” As she refolded the paper and tucked it into her satchel, she hesitated. If there was anything else, she’d listen. If he dismissed her, however, she’d return to the questionable safety of the Blue Gem without greeting.