Post by Master Nationis on Oct 24, 2009 14:14:57 GMT -5
Today was a good day. The Dunmer smiled to himself, keeping his hood up as he took a small sip from his tankard of ale before him. The merchants of the district were all gathered, discussing how they would price something or other. It didn't matter, they'd all make their money and then... poof. They'd be dead, a state of being where the amount of gold you have does nothing to aid you in your time of purgatory. But, that was their choice. They would spend their time now wasting away their worthless pieces of metal for other worthless material items. A pity that all creatures could be bribed... But then again, if they couldn't, Iugo would've had a much harder time breaking into a tomb this night.
The necromancer had taken leave of his usual Skingrad headquarters to find some new 'materials' to 'play' with. Yes. That means Iugo had a two thick sacks of dead bodies or just their parts laying up in the room he had rented for the night. In the morning he'd find a mount and ride back to Skingrad. The smell, you ask? Why, the sacks are thick for a reason! But, if one were to try and open them from the very faint smell of decay and rot, they would be greeted with a paralysis spell that would last for many hours. Long enough for Iugo to awaken, kill the curious creature and be off.
But not now, no. He was just enjoying his drink, listening to the merchants chat quietly about their fruitless businesses and how the money they made would be great. But only for how many years? Thirty? Forty? Less? They'd be wasting half of it on drinks and food alone. Yes, Iugo does have his own money, thanks to the gracious society he has chosen to live in, money comes rather easily. One life for a few hundred gold is no weight on the necromancer's conscience. With all of these philosophical thoughts racing through his mind, the Dunmer frowned. Now wasn't the time to think... Now was the time to drink. And so he did.
The necromancer had taken leave of his usual Skingrad headquarters to find some new 'materials' to 'play' with. Yes. That means Iugo had a two thick sacks of dead bodies or just their parts laying up in the room he had rented for the night. In the morning he'd find a mount and ride back to Skingrad. The smell, you ask? Why, the sacks are thick for a reason! But, if one were to try and open them from the very faint smell of decay and rot, they would be greeted with a paralysis spell that would last for many hours. Long enough for Iugo to awaken, kill the curious creature and be off.
But not now, no. He was just enjoying his drink, listening to the merchants chat quietly about their fruitless businesses and how the money they made would be great. But only for how many years? Thirty? Forty? Less? They'd be wasting half of it on drinks and food alone. Yes, Iugo does have his own money, thanks to the gracious society he has chosen to live in, money comes rather easily. One life for a few hundred gold is no weight on the necromancer's conscience. With all of these philosophical thoughts racing through his mind, the Dunmer frowned. Now wasn't the time to think... Now was the time to drink. And so he did.