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Like usual, it was a loud and stuffy night with hot air trapped in the rough buildings. Sweat ran down each of the family members in abundance. The father, Morric sat at the end of the family's table, ate, with an aura of anger keeping the silence. Both child and mother knew not to speak when Morric was upset.
Like usual, it was a loud and stuffy night with hot air trapped in the rough buildings. Sweat ran down each of the family members in abundance. The father, Morric sat at the end of the family's table, ate, with an aura of anger keeping the silence. Both child and mother knew not to speak when Morric was upset.
Shouts, screams, rambling, offers, carts, animals, foot steps, and crunched gravel from outside all gave the inhabitants of the home a head ache. The entire month had been even busier than before. And in Heichen Caes, it was always busy.
Shouts, screams, rambling, offers, carts, animals, foot steps, and crunched gravel from outside all gave the inhabitants of the home a head ache. The entire month had been even busier than before. And in Heichen Caes, it was always busy.
Around the outside of the sharply constructed, rough steel gray clay home with a thatched top, people milled about, filling the streets. Carts and cargo creatures filled the gaps people left in the road. Like the people, voices crowded and shoved their way into every ear they could.
Around the outside of the sharply constructed, rough steel gray clay home with a thatched top, people milled about, filling the streets. Carts and cargo creatures filled the gaps people left in the road. Like the people, voices crowded and shoved their way into every ear they could.
In the house however, were four dusty, dry rooms. A single bed room, a small closet, a kitchen, and an eating room. In the dining room, if such a poor attempt could be considered one, a family of three sat, exhausted by the day.
In the house however, were four dusty, dry rooms. A single bed room, a small closet, a kitchen, and an eating room. In the dining room, if such a poor attempt could be considered one, a family of three sat, exhausted by the day.
Heichen Caes was a populous city, trade making up most of it's action. And while there was, like many cities, the glimmering shine of success in the city, there was also the rotten bottom, with poor, sick, and mad men making most of it up.
Heichen Caes was a populous city, trade making up most of it's action. And while there was, like many cities, the glimmering shine of success in the city, there was also the rotten bottom, with poor, sick, and mad men making most of it up.
Thus, it wasn't much of a surprise when the omen appeared on their home's front door. Pinned to the wood by an Ionian dagger, the parchment slip read, "I will come to collect".
Thus, it wasn't much of a surprise when the omen appeared on their home's front door. Pinned to the wood by an Ionian dagger, the parchment slip read, "I will come to collect".
After returning home from a grange, he'd seen the threat. It pissed him off, just another load to deal with. He removed the dagger from his door, which had been embedded so deep it seemed out of human capabilities. After tossing aside the knife and note, he began his usual evening business.
After returning home from a grange, he'd seen the threat. It pissed him off, just another load to deal with. He removed the dagger from his door, which had been embedded so deep it seemed out of human capabilities. After tossing aside the knife and note, he began his usual evening business.
Against his wishes, the omen kept floating back to the center of his thoughts. Assuming the warning was merely a bluff by a specific angry consumer, Morric ignored it. He knew the buyer felt cheated, but he also knew the buyer was far from daring and brave enough to turn to violence. But then he would start thinking it over again. Only some weak self reassurance eventually made him confident enough to move on.
Against his wishes, the omen kept floating back to the center of his thoughts. Assuming the warning was merely a bluff by a specific angry consumer, Morric ignored it. He knew the buyer felt cheated, but he also knew the buyer was far from daring and brave enough to turn to violence. But then he would start thinking it over again. Only some weak self reassurance eventually made him confident enough to move on.
For most of the dinner, it was quiet. Both Morric's daughter and wife knew not to upset him further. Too many dinners went like this.
For most of the dinner, it was quiet. Both Morric's daughter and wife knew not to upset him further. Too many dinners went like this.
Eventually Morric grew tired of the silence. "Neli, sing me one of those songs you're always writing. Isn't it time you prove yourself?", Morric questioned. He grinned, knowing she would be too shy to perform, even though she was passionate about the topic. He had to put both females in their place from time to time, put them on the spot. Otherwise they might step out of line.
Eventually Morric grew tired of the silence. "Neli, sing me one of those songs you're always writing. Isn't it time you prove yourself?", Morric questioned. He grinned, knowing she would be too shy to perform, even though she was passionate about the topic. He had to put both females in their place from time to time, put them on the spot. Otherwise they might step out of line.
Neli, his daughter, stood without hesitation. Her eyes locked onto Morric. She spoke with confidence and a leveled voice, one that didn't seem quite hers:
Neli, his daughter, stood without hesitation. Her eyes locked onto Morric. She spoke with confidence and a leveled voice, one that didn't seem quite hers:
"When you've done something vile enough.
"When you've done something vile enough.
When you've done and seen some terrible stuff.
When you've done and seen some terrible stuff.
You create whats called: Bad Blood.
You create whats called: Bad Blood.
You see, you may forget what you've done
You see, you may forget what you've done
But-"
But-"
"Damn Neli! What is this.. shit!?", Morric screamed. He slammed a meaty hand on the wooden table. He had gained some weight sense he was a soldier.
"Damn Neli! What is this.. shit!?", Morric screamed. He slammed a meaty hand on the wooden table. He had gained some weight sense he was a soldier.
He glared at Neli, demanding an answer he would not receive. "What the hell was that..." he mumbled to himself while returning to his grubby food.
He glared at Neli, demanding an answer he would not receive. "What the hell was that..." he mumbled to himself while returning to his grubby food.
Neli sat politely without another word, almost making an effort to draw out the action for as long as possible. More than just the air was heated.
Neli sat politely without another word, almost making an effort to draw out the action for as long as possible. More than just the air was heated.
Everybody's thoughts swirled in their head for a while. Until Morric spoke, no on would. For now they had to keep to themselves, eating poor food in a hot clay home. Morric tried to turn his thoughts to out side this rough pit of a house.
Everybody's thoughts swirled in their head for a while. Until Morric spoke, no on would. For now they had to keep to themselves, eating poor food in a hot clay home. Morric tried to turn his thoughts to out side this rough pit of a house.
Out side, with all the busy people. They didn't seem to have such problems like he did. At least, Morric didn't see their problems. Even at the grange, everybody seemed to have it so much better. This made him angrier, why did he have all the baggage and debt? He swallowed his fury, for now.
Out side, with all the busy people. They didn't seem to have such problems like he did. At least, Morric didn't see their problems. Even at the grange, everybody seemed to have it so much better. This made him angrier, why did he have all the baggage and debt? He swallowed his fury, for now.
After the stubborn, long silence, Morric spoke to his wife, "Mother of my child, have you an idea of our door's tormentor?". He still couldn't forget about the incident. It clawed at his skull.
After the stubborn, long silence, Morric spoke to his wife, "Mother of my child, have you an idea of our door's tormentor?". He still couldn't forget about the incident. It clawed at his skull.
Another pause. Morric's wife sat without a word, in deep thought. Then she turned her long neck to Morric.
Another pause. Morric's wife sat without a word, in deep thought. Then she turned her long neck to Morric.
"I know exactly who." She responded quietly. She did a polite little smile, or at least that's how Morric interpreted it. She stopped eating and placed her hands on her lap.
"I know exactly who." She responded quietly. She did a polite little smile, or at least that's how Morric interpreted it. She stopped eating and placed her hands on her lap.
"That old bag who got pissed off from his bad trade?" Morric replied, certain he was correct. Brinn was his name, and this particular consumer had not liked how a deal with Morric had gone. Even the Ionian dagger made sense, Brinn was a traveler.
"That old bag who got pissed off from his bad trade?" Morric replied, certain he was correct. Brinn was his name, and this particular consumer had not liked how a deal with Morric had gone. Even the Ionian dagger made sense, Brinn was a traveler.
"No." She answered. She too locked eyes with Morric. "It was not him". The tension built, just a budge might cause the devastating release.
"No." She answered. She too locked eyes with Morric. "It was not him". The tension built, just a budge might cause the devastating release.
"Than who!? Hah! You have no clue do you? " He laughed at his wife, without any respect. Morric wasn't very good at keeping his thoughts in his skull. She wouldn't joke, not with Morric at least. She was serious, which made it even more ridiculous. He lifted a cup and drank deeply from it, then placed it back down. He waited for an answer.
"Than who!? Hah! You have no clue do you? " He laughed at his wife, without any respect. Morric wasn't very good at keeping his thoughts in his skull. She wouldn't joke, not with Morric at least. She was serious, which made it even more ridiculous. He lifted a cup and drank deeply from it, then placed it back down. He waited for an answer.
After a delay, the women responded "Me".
After a delay, the women responded "Me".
Morric stamped his foot. Mist began to curl off from her body. "Oh you hag. What have you done now?" Morric smacked his hand this time, against the table.
Morric stamped his foot. Mist began to curl off from her body. "Oh you hag. What have you done now?" Morric smacked his hand this time, against the table.
A stroke of fear sprinted down Morric. The shadow of his wife carried wings and some sort of giraffe like horns.
A stroke of fear sprinted down Morric. The shadow of his wife carried wings and some sort of giraffe like horns.
His wife's eyes glazed over. She stood firmly, with the Ionian dagger in hand. "Morric Mawn, child killer, women rapist, pillager of villages, an aid in the Ionian Invasion. It is Reckoning Day." The mist swirled in an condensed orbit around her now.
His wife's eyes glazed over. She stood firmly, with the Ionian dagger in hand. "Morric Mawn, child killer, women rapist, pillager of villages, an aid in the Ionian Invasion. It is Reckoning Day." The mist swirled in an condensed orbit around her now.
In a furious rush, Morric Mawn stood up, slapped, and screamed some slurred words at his wife. He shoved her and pressed her against the wall, "Witch! You know nothing!". He raised his hand, preparing to strike again. Then his jaw dropped.
In a furious rush, Morric Mawn stood up, slapped, and screamed some slurred words at his wife. He shoved her and pressed her against the wall, "Witch! You know nothing!". He raised his hand, preparing to strike again. Then his jaw dropped.
The women completely dissipated before him, breaking down into some black cloud. A moment later, she was physical once more and holding the Ionian knife to his neck. "You, Morric, shall die at the hands of your wife. For all those who you've killed, for all the horror you inflicted upon families, your blood shall be spilled. Your life will not be equal compensation, but it shall suffice as the best you can pay." She shoved him, with greater force then he could manage, and suddenly Morric was pressed against the wall with a knife to his neck.
The women completely dissipated before him, breaking down into some black cloud. A moment later, she was physical once more and holding the Ionian knife to his neck. "You, Morric, shall die at the hands of your wife. For all those who you've killed, for all the horror you inflicted upon families, your blood shall be spilled. Your life will not be equal compensation, but it shall suffice as the best you can pay." She shoved him, with greater force then he could manage, and suddenly Morric was pressed against the wall with a knife to his neck.
His wife's skin peeled now, like it was burned and had become ash, floating aloff in the air. Two on each cheek, and two above her normal eyes but spread out more, his wife now had 6 eyes. She bared her teeth now, which had all melted into a single "V" shaped massive tooth. She was a monster.
His wife's skin peeled now, like it was burned and had become ash, floating aloff in the air. Two on each cheek, and two above her normal eyes but spread out more, his wife now had 6 eyes. She bared her teeth now, which had all melted into a single "V" shaped massive tooth. She was a monster.
He realized the danger of his situation. This was no dream nor vision.
He realized the danger of his situation. This was no dream nor vision.
It was clear he was not talking to his wife. Morric realized he did not have control, that which he valued most. That didn't stop him though. "Please! Forgive me! I can and will reform!" he pleaded, not genuinely but to buy himself time. He would really show her how cruel he could be if he made it out of this one.
It was clear he was not talking to his wife. Morric realized he did not have control, that which he valued most. That didn't stop him though. "Please! Forgive me! I can and will reform!" he pleaded, not genuinely but to buy himself time. He would really show her how cruel he could be if he made it out of this one.
The Polong, manifesting within his wife, replied, amused, "No. You've made bad blood, you've made Noxian hate, and a wound in every Ionian heart for generations. Your actions will not be forgotten." A vicious grin spread across her face, again baring her two grotesque teeth.
The Polong, manifesting within his wife, replied, amused, "No. You've made bad blood, you've made Noxian hate, and a wound in every Ionian heart for generations. Your actions will not be forgotten." A vicious grin spread across her face, again baring her two grotesque teeth.
Morric scrambled and shook but he couldn't shake off his wife. He pounded and swiped, but had no success in breaking free of her grasp. Over her shoulder, Morric saw his daughter starting at him blankly, as if he were just a cloud in the sky, or a leaf in the tree.
Morric scrambled and shook but he couldn't shake off his wife. He pounded and swiped, but had no success in breaking free of her grasp. Over her shoulder, Morric saw his daughter starting at him blankly, as if he were just a cloud in the sky, or a leaf in the tree.
Dark ethereal mass enveloped him, gripping him like a cold blanket, then tossed him to the nearest wall. Before he could recover from the toss, he was slammed into the ceiling only to fall back to the ground with a gross crack. Unless he had crushed a water vase during his fall, he had broken bones and a bleeding wound.
Dark ethereal mass enveloped him, gripping him like a cold blanket, then tossed him to the nearest wall. Before he could recover from the toss, he was slammed into the ceiling only to fall back to the ground with a gross crack. Unless he had crushed a water vase during his fall, he had broken bones and a bleeding wound.
Anguish and fear wracked at Morric's body. He knew Kindred was waiting for this spirit to complete the job. Death was terrifying, especially with the thought that he could end up in some form of a hell. His throat closed up and he could not, if he had wanted to, speak.
Anguish and fear wracked at Morric's body. He knew Kindred was waiting for this spirit to complete the job. Death was terrifying, especially with the thought that he could end up in some form of a hell. His throat closed up and he could not, if he had wanted to, speak.
For a moment, the Polong considered more interesting justice to inflict. The spirit had access to plenty of non-physical attacks. However, after a moment, it decided to stick to the plan. A slow, grotesque sound signaled the blade had been used. "Appreciate my usage of a knife solider, rather than... something less physical.
For a moment, the Polong considered more interesting justice to inflict. The spirit had access to plenty of non-physical attacks. However, after a moment, it decided to stick to the plan. A slow, grotesque sound signaled the blade had been used. "Appreciate my usage of a knife solider, rather than... something less physical.
After a delay, the women's skin crackled, burned, and fell apart like sand and charred wood. Neli followed suit. The remains swirled around the room and formed into a ghastly beast, a bird without wings, a dog with two legs, some foul creature. The Polong looked about the room.
After a delay, the women's skin crackled, burned, and fell apart like sand and charred wood. Neli followed suit. The remains swirled around the room and formed into a ghastly beast, a bird without wings, a dog with two legs, some foul creature. The Polong looked about the room.
"This is far too tedious. Executions must begin by the masses." It stated simply, leaving Morric on the ground for Kindred to claim. Manifesting and planning Morric's death was time consuming. The Polong would allow no more delays, vengeance was too sweet.
"This is far too tedious. Executions must begin by the masses." It stated simply, leaving Morric on the ground for Kindred to claim. Manifesting and planning Morric's death was time consuming. The Polong would allow no more delays, vengeance was too sweet.
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