“Aegis” I said holding my right hand out over my shadow fast from moonlight and my great-sword rose from it as I slung it onto my back and rose my hand over and slowly drew it, the sword glimmered diminishing all of the light in thirty feet around me to a dull barely there ember like glow, I turned the sword in my hand before holding my other hand out and my other sword formed on my back and I drew my longsword in my right hand, I’m strong enough I can dual wield great-swords if I want. “Spellplague swords, never seen these before have you.” I said as I set the point of my great-sword into the road like it was hot butter and I softly held my longsword so the point rested on the stone, my longsword is known as God Reaper, also custom made for me, a long solid black falchion that shines like the void with a metallic sheen, but it does not allow light to reflect off it, making the blade look like black glass, S shaped silver handle made of braided silver wire, spine shaped guards and a huge talon like pommel, as I drew God reaper, the darkness it produced merged with my other sword and all light within 100 feet of me was snuffed instantly. All of the guys turned and bolted, I laughed softly before putting them back on my back before slamming my hand forward and all of them stumbled and fell as they were pulled towards me, clawing at the ground as they screamed, bolts of blood were pulled out of their neck and four red orbs floated around my hands,
“Necromancy is illegal!” one snapped,
“Not to me” I said laughed before nodding, its actually not illegal at all, people just like to say it is because of how they see it and it has to do with, “I specialize in magic that has to do with people’s blood, with these.” I said before flicking my hand and splashing their blood against God Reaper, the blood glowed red as a red ring formed around their necks, “All of you have sworn a blood oath to me now, I can control…so much of you now.” I said before putting God Reaper back in the sheath again, “Night, boys” I said before turning back, “None of you are my type either. I like tiny little girly boys.” It’s true, I am so rough, dark and spooky, I find a boy that has all of the girly things that I don’t have cute and attractive.
As I got back to The Ink Pot, the maybe two-three block away clock tower donged out the tones for nine at night, the front door was unlocked, but there a note on the inside of the door from Dimarkis asking me to lock up, I sighed softly as I took the key off the hook beside the door and locked up before I just wove my hand snuffing the candles and arcane lights leaving the shop dark, as the light faded, my entire form seemed to just melt and seep into the darkness, like the darkness broke the presence of me. The door leading into the living room of the apartment built into the shop was open and firelight visible, as I walked through, I saw Dimarkis currently sitting on the couch, Mittens on his lap as he was currently knitting a scarf, my armor was on a stand in the living room, freshly polished and cleaned, I sighed softly,
“Dimarkis, you know you don’t have to clean my armor for me.”
“Nonsense, its nothing, plus you have very finely made armor, it needs to be kept well.” He said, I sighed softly as I walked over and picked up my full suit of brigandine armor and my heavy chainmail shirt that I wore under it. My chainmail shirt is about twenty or so pounds, but my brigandine armor is another fifteen or so pounds. I softly pet Mittens before softly gripping his shoulder before walking back up to my apartment, putting my weapons back in the darkness as I stretched out my limbs as I put my leather duster back in the wardrobe and things away, leaving me in my black silk skin tight short-short underwear as I undid all of the clasps and things down my chest of my corset, I breathed deeply as it unfastened and put my corset on the table, my door was locked. I collapsed on the bed as I stretched out, again, I have no physiological need for sleep, but I still feel the need and the desire for sleep, I just get nothing from it aside from like, resorting my magical pull on the world allowing me to cast larger and more powerful spells and conduct more powerful ritual things, but I don’t heal from sleep, I don’t dream, I don’t move: I basically just lie catatonic and I get everything I need from just four or so hours of that dead state I survive in.
So after my four hour stasis, I sat on my floor leaned against the couch as I took all sorts of jeweled goods out of my bag, I always steal finery from the nobles, I sell it and give the money to the commoners. I still am royalty, so I enjoy my own finery, but my parents insisted on that we earn and learn the value of our finery. The nobles here didn’t earn it nor do they know the real price of things. Like a single candle, one copper piece, a noble here would probably guess a candle cost a handful of gold. I always pop all the gemstones and things out so they can’t be tracked and make them look like I found them broken and mangled. It was dawn or so by the time I was done, so I stood back up, wrapping a corset back around me before tossing on a tight fitted silken shirt that I then covered with my chainmail, then a regular dark, deep blood red button-down shirt and tucked everything into a pair of high waisted wide legged leather trousers, pulling high socks up my legs to mid-thigh, pulled my usual riding/combat boots on and wrapped my greaves around my shins and the rest of my leather armor, fastening my breast/back plates over my torso wrapping the pieces of metal lined leather down my arms before I tossed on a leather duster coat, putting my pauldrons over my shoulders fastening them into the coat and fastened my cloak to the pauldrons, I brushed my hair and swept it all back into a knot on the back of my head, letting it fall in the spring like curls before putting on my usual makeup, fastened my swords to the harness I had fastened over my closed coat and person, crossing my great-sword from right to left and my longsword from left to right, I am left handed, I grabbed my short-sword from the wall as I softly turned it around my hand: Herald of Shadow, a wavy flamberge bladed blackened sword, golden tinted fuller and golden edges, a golden handle with the grip wrapped in blue leather, a knuckle-duster styled hand-guard, ornate vine like cross-bars wrapped around the base of the blade and a large blue orb of glass as the pommel, I fastened that to my right hip and fastened my dagger around my shin, its not got a cool name, just the dagger of shadows, it’s a twin bladed dagger with thin needle like blades edged in gold, gilded handle of roughly hewn filigree that cuts the hand of someone else trying to use it, the blades looked almost wet, like they were dripping ink, I tightened the belts around my thighs as I wrapped the snood around my throat and put my mask back around my neck as well under the snood. I pulled fingerless black gloves on my hands before pulling my gauntlets on over the sleeves of my coat, fastening my necklaces around my neck and hiding them in everything, snug gold jewelry up my ears and about my person.
“Bye, Dimarkis, I’m heading to the market!” I called as I walked towards the back door of the shop...
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