Joined: Thu Mar 01, 2012 7:35 pm
Jira did not know what it was that drew him to such evil but the thought of breaking the chain of dark intent was somehow..pleasing to him. One may find doing a hard day of work and getting paid as something normal, a given purpose but to Jira, that was dull. No. What he wanted was the enjoyment of watching some sort of over ambitious necromancer slice himself open in the attempt of trying to summon some huuuge being, or ..in this case..a cult, he had never tried to break apart an entire organization before normally some dark sorcerer or serial killing sociopath who's mind were set on per-ordained sexual fantasy or the want of blood running through their fingers.
As he walked a little further into the town he started his very own ritual. After finding a secluded spot in town he began to wrap these chains around his arms, making him appear much more buff and stronger than he actually was. He was strong yes but he had no where near the physical prowess to kill some gargantuan ogre or troll who was rampaging through the city. He had his ways of dealing with creatures such as this.
He walked out slowly examining the various buildings around him. ...Okay..I need to find information... He thought to himself as he walked toward the tavern. Gossip would spring from here very rapidly he figured he could at least get a foundation where he could work his way up to getting closer to this secret cult. Little did he know, there was someone else here with the same mindset as he however their methods would be totally bipolar if one tried to compare them..
He took his seat looking at the barkeep. His eye color changed slightly to a gentle red..Give him a drink. Freeeeee. Would slowly echo through the bar-tenders mind. Using his powers to get free stuff was child's play, no it was getting to someone's core to cause them to strike down their companions or themselves which was the real challenge. He'd have to gain their trust..put them in an environment of comfort learn how they tick..almost learn more about themselves than they knew and then and only then would he be able to perform such an act.
He'd hear whispers circulating the room of general rumors
"..oh did you see what he was wearing!?"
"She's a slut!"
"There was another murder yesterday..that makes the second this month!"
He turned toward where he heard the sound examining the parties of spoke of such..indiscretions..