((Warning, this character is into corrupting and infecting characters to turn them into strange otherwordly creatures.))
Just a night.
That's what some would think about that night, that it was just another plain old night in Selevea. Those would be the luckiest people tonight. They'd not know about what entered their city, what had set their sights upon the criminal city. Those who were out that night may catch a glimpse of a new creation, of a new being that had never been formally seen in the world itself. Birthed from madness and nightmares, it was going to make Selevea a staging ground perhaps. Of course, things had to be inspected, the city had to be right, and at the same time...it may be too big for a starter infection.
There was of course...only one way to find out about the place. Already it was looking good...water and dirt all around it...and the smell of filth...the buzz of corruption, of humanity spiralling down further. It was just asking to be turned...just asking to come under his will, to be controlled. There was chaos here...there was disorder...and it was good and bad. The chaos was good at first, but order would have to happen soon...order that would come from him.
Oh this would be unnatural, and it would be perfect.
Between the city was the river, and to connect them, a rather impressive bridge. This bridge, designed by engineers and dreamers was meant to allow boats to still travel down the river, but allow people to cross it by drawing up and out of the way. Right now though it was closed, and something was snaking its way from the river. Large dark grey tentacles were slithering up the side of the the bridge's struts. Perhaps it could bring the bridge down if it so chose to...but it wasn't going to do that. It would be inefficient, and it wouldn't help much. The bridge helped to keep the filth, it helped to encourage corruption and moral decay.
Slowly pulling itself from the water was a robed and hooded person, the deep lavender showed no sign of being wet, as if the water simply didn't touch it. The robe had all sorts of strange yellow symbols stitched around the hem, the sleeves, and the hood. From inside the sleeves were the various tentacles that it was using to pull itself up out of the water with. It was too dark to see under the hood, though occasionally the moonlight would reflect a strange eye or two. Once on the bridge, the tentacles disappeared beneath the sleeves, and the hooded figure began to walk. It was heading toward the Moonspear part of the city, until it got detained at toll.
He could smell the corruption.
It was pleasant as ever. " 'Ey, what're you doin' out so late Citizen?" The guard asked lazily as he drew himself up to look a little more official. "I do not live here." The voice that came from under the hood was strange...it wasn't natural sounding, as if made from a throat, but more like an approximation...as if something were simply trying to mimic speech patterns. "Don't live 'ere? Then yer gonna hafta come back in the mornin'. 'Fraid no one is allowed inta Moonspear without proper credentials at night." The hand of the guard slowly went down to the sword at his side, just in case things were going to get out of control. The hooded figure knew there would be trouble if he were just to kill the guard. So a new tactic was launched instead. From the sleeves of the robe, a hand appeared...and ordinary, regular hand...perhaps slightly tanned but nothing strange about it.
Outstretched in the palm however, were chunks of rock. On closer inspection, the rocks were actually golden nuggets. The guard looked at them with slight hunger in his eyes. "I must get into this side of the city." The figure told the guard, who still stared at the chunks of gold. He took them quickly and raised the bar that blocked the road, admitting the strange person into the Moonspear side of things. "Iffin' you get caught doin' anything illegal, I'll deny ever seein' ya and they'll probably throw ya in the dungeon fer years." The guard drawled as the strange man shuffled on by. He didn't say anything in return to the guard though, the man was now beneath his care. He was just a pawn that would be used later.
Right now...information was needed. He could hear the voices in his mind, of people all around him...some asleep and dreaming...some awake and plotting. Some were fighting, some were lusting, some were even beating the life from each other. There were some whose minds were becoming cloudier and cloudier by the second. Those would be of no use. However, the chance to see life ebb from some was quite inviting, so he would find that. The building in question was ordinary looking, though the door was quite large and impressive looking at the side of the building. Strong iron and steel, there would be few who could break through it naturally. There was a sliding portion, and that would be the ticket in. A quick knock at the door, and the portion that slid was open, with two beady brown eyes staring out. "Yeah? What's the password?" The man asked, his eyes hardening as he saw the robed figure before him.
"The Wayward King has come." Was the answer that came from the robed figure. The man's eyes opened slightly in surprise. "And we shall worship him." There was a clicking noise and the door opened, giving way to the figure to descend a flight of stairs. The man looked...dreamy eyed...as if he didn't know what he was doing...and truthfully he did not. His actions for now were controlled by another. The Wayward King made it to the bottom of the stairs and followed the narrow dimly lit corridor to another room filled with people and an elevated fighting ring. Two people within it were bareknuckle boxing with each other, the crowd screaming at them as they did so. No wonder it was underground...the noise was quite intimidating.
It was perfect though. Slipping around the crowd, the hooded figure was largely ignored. He would only be seen by those that he wanted to see him. For the most part...he was picking brains. The smell of sweat and blood filled the air, the excitement of the crowd, the feelings that radiated from them. It was palpable, one could taste it on their lips. These people were perfect for it...such adrenaline...such raw pumping excitement...focused so much on the fight and not the world around them. It was the perfect place to scope out an information victim, someone who would be able to give him what he needed about this world, so he could make a good start. This city, while perfect down the road, was looking like it may be trouble.
Still, he'd need information first, and the small villages and towns were not the best place for that. Into the fray, the thick and thin of it all, the belly of the beast that was humanity. A perfect place...down the road.
