“Oh, Amar, are you leaving you anything to eat yet?” he asked rushing into the back from the shop as he hobbled and limped from his age,
“I’m fine, I was going to grab something at the market anyways.”
“Just make sure you get something to eat, you’re all skin and bones.” He said, not like I could even gain weight if I ate, I feel the need to eat and everything, but I get nothing from it.
In total, everything I carry and wear is a bit of weight; my greats-sword is about six pounds, my longsword about three, my short-sword another two, my chain shirt about twenty and my brigandine armor another thirteen so in total, I’m always wearing about forty five pounds of equipment. I’m all skin and muscle, I can’t gain weight because my body does nothing with food or alcohol. I just…exist.
“I will, don’t worry.” I said before softly patting his head, “And I finished up some curse/hex breaking on those things you wanted me to, the note of what I did is on the table.” I added before walking out of the room, he’s about four feet tall, I’m over six feet, so…I have to lean or squat to look him in the eye, so I just look more towards his direction instead, I don’t want to make him feel bad about his shortness.
I looked around as I stepped out the backdoor before I rose my hand, the darkness of the sun’s light stretching long shadows swirled before a creature rose from it, a massive solid black horse, a pelt of pure inky matte blackness, huge black mane that looked like a cloud of smoke around his neck, matching feathery clouds off his shins and a matching tail, all sharp teeth, solid black eyes and fully set up with a complex black saddle edged in gold pyramid shaped rivets along the sides, a huge saddle-horn shaped like a cobra with large pieces of red glass as the eyes, complex harnesses of black leather with gold studs and hardware around his torso and neck with a pair of too long and too thin reigns softly wrapped around the saddle-horn as I put my softly heeled boots into the stirrups and pulled myself up, another quirk of my magic, a nightmare, my eternal and everlasting servant, Omen.
“Come on, boy.” I said as I pulled the reigns, Omen moves about the same speed as the regular riding horse, however, he can also fly at near twice the speed that he can run at, he is immune to any kind of fire of magical or actual form, he doesn’t have wings, but leaves trails of black fire when he flies, while I’m on his back I am also immune to fire and he causes all light within ten feet to snuff out and dims everything for another ten feet out, he is also fully incorporeal like myself, only I can touch him. As I pulled the reigns and he turned and cantered away, I pulled my mask and snood up, covering my face as I flicked my hood up, he does make sound, but not much.
It’s always strange though, seeing this tall, cloaked figure in all black with giant weapons on their back, masked and face covered atop the back of a massive all black horse that seemed to make lanterns and torches to go out, luckily it’s the morning, so no torches or things were lit. I am known about the city for how I look, but its just habit for the snood and mask. However as I crossed the bridge leading into the coastal built ring, the guards both gave me sideway as normal, its another way they like to keep commoners in their place, having the only market in town being on the coast by the docks in a ring the people in the slums cannot even fathom getting close to: crafters and tradespeople in the furthest out rings can’t get to the place where they can regularly sell their work, so they’re left to peddle and hawk their things about to travelers going along the road. As I got close, I pulled my hood back and let my snood and mask drop to around my neck as I sat high on the saddle holding the reigns with just my left hand, keeping my right on my leg. As we moved through the massive market, which was a huge maybe three hundred foot long by hundred foot wide pavilion, to my right was a massive seemingly endless chain of massive department stores for all of the finery crafters, arcane lamps along the road, wrapped and twisted with flowers, but to my left was that massive market pavilion, covered in wrought iron and glass trellis enclosing it where inside the entire place was encased from the outside world. I pulled Omen off to the side as I stopped him, he bowed his head before his entire form shattered into smoke as I stood in front of him, gaining an awkward look, nobles don’t get to see magic that often except when they’re paying for a jester to entertain their most resent ball or party for whatever reason they warrant one.
I went about my work selling off all of the gemstones, the metal of the jewelry, pieces of ivory and things of that sort that I have collected and amassed from the past month I spent traveling about the other areas of Lodor, hunting down and killing nobles and dismantling the numbers of soldiers at the barracks of all of the larger cities around. I gained about a thousand or so gold pieces over the next couple hours.
However, at one point, I was standing with my back against one of the massive metal lamp posts along the quay, eating some random chocolate pastry that cost me way more than it should have because of where I was when I heard the sound of something get punched, I brushed the crumbs off my hands and person as I walked down the quay, I saw a figure, with a long purple cloak down their back being harassed by some sailors, the sailors demanding payment from the figure for what I could hear, all the figure did was ask to be pointed in the right direction and the sailors were demanding something like seven gold pieces. If I asked for directions, I may toss a silver or handful of copper, but nothing close to a gold, let alone seven. I walked down the wooden and stone docks,
“Hey!” I snapped, the figure didn’t really look like a noble from what I could see, they were in nice, but not lavish clothing, the sailors all snapped their eyes back towards me before looks of panic and fear graced their faces as the figure turned towards me, gods, he’s cute. The figure was a very, petite Lodorite man, maybe five foot three, barely looks like he weighs anything, he looks like the wind would get the better of him, extremely icy pale skin covered with a spray of freckles, as he knocked the hood back, a long tendril of platinum blond hair fell down his chest, the rest all piled and coiled up into a bunned twist on the back of his head, loose I’d guess to his hips at a minimum, big doe like honey colored eyes, soft and rather innocent features, doe-like fits him, under the huge purple cloak he had on these trailing robes of a dark deep evergreen, brown and bronzy tones with a floral print slip visible around his ankles as he took a few steps away from the sailors and towards me, the robe’s bottom kicking up a little in the breeze showing ankle high white leather boots with two-three inch heels and a flash of white stockings, he had on beautiful makeup; soft powder evening his skin, big eyes surrounded by shadows of browns and cream tones making them even more gilded colored, brown liner and heavy mascara, his skin softly dusted with metallic ivory white pigment making him glisten softly, his lips looked glassy, painted a softly shell pink toned nude and covered in gloss, thick cord around his neck made of braided brown leather, bronze snake-chain and brass links ended at the base of his neck where a large turtle shaped pendant hung with a large dome shaped piece of jade in the center, jade teardrop shaped earrings and some smaller pearl rings on his fingers and a string of jade beads around each wrist, he was clutching a brown strap across his chest where a finely made and well kept leather bag was at his hip, his hands were gloves, a few bronze and brass pins were in his hair and holding his hair back was a brass comb depicting a dragon-fly in jade spheres with sea-glass wings. He’s so tiny and he’s in heels, god…he probably stands to my chest if not shorter.
He looked to maybe be the son of a well placed crafter or something, but definitely not noble, the noble kids were obvious, they were flippant in their treatment of others, overzealously loud, reveled in parading themselves about the lower rings making themselves seem godly as they treated others like dirt or worse, throwing copper pieces and laughing at the people scramble for them, I’ve seen a noble son throw a silver in the street then take bets from his friends as two children fought over it. I’ve seen nobles beat commoners for even looking at them, say horrible, terrible things about the people around them and of course, my own people. But this boy was…quiet, he looked extremely meek and mousy in his personality he was displaying. It was obvious to me at least that, I could tell he didn’t get out of the house much by how he looked and was acting, he was shaking like a leaf, eyes darting around before he rushed over to me and hid behind my arm. I may be a mass murderer, but I'm hardly a thief. I may kill and torture as I please, but even I won't stoop so low as shake people down for their money.
“Not your place, Sigian!” one of them snapped, “Why are you even here? How are you even in this ring, you should be in the slums with the rest of your pathetic, mongrel race.”
“I…think not, I think all of you should turn around, get back to your ship and kindly fuck off somewhere else and not spend your time harassing someone who just asked you a question.” I said, resting my hand on my short-sword handle, I reached over my shoulder with my left hand to my great-sword and softly pushed my thumb against the cross-bar drawing the blade ever so slightly,
“Why do you have…the fuckin’ gall to talk to us like that!” the second snapped,
“Because all I see in front of me are three bilge-rat pricks who got their knickers in a twist once they finally got their spoiled mugs out over their mother’s treats and decided to harass someone they thought they could.” I said, one drew a short-sword and walked towards me, I laughed softly, “And…what exactly do you think you’re going to do with that?” I asked, he just screamed and swung at me, I barely reacted, just raising my arm and his sword clanged against my forearm as he stepped back, “Just…do as I say, now, boys…turn around, go back to your ship and you’ll live to see another day and have all of your limbs intact.” I said, taking a step towards them as I gripped the handle of Aegis. “We don’t need any problems, now…do we?” I asked,
“Its just one Sigian bitch, let’s…show her to where she belongs” the main one said before drawing a club of some kind, the left one with the short-sword gripped the handle tighter as the right one grabbed the handle of his mace and the three charged me, but the moment I drew Aegis, I flicked it around my wrist before putting the point to the ground in front of me, resting my hands on the pommel as all three stumbled back,
“As I said, we don’t want any problems, do we?” I asked, before focusing making shadows and darkness start coalescing around my form, tendrils of smoke licking off my hair and figure.