Packing can be such an annoyance. "DAMNIT Alfred! Why did you have to change on me?" ,thought D'Sar to himself as he began the mundane task of trying to assemble the luggage. The innkeepers daughter walked by the open door. She was elated that an Immortal was actually staying in their little bed and breakfast. She knew they were checking out, so he decided to be especially alluring that day. She was red haired, not typical of the women that D'Sar enjoys, with crystal blue eyes. Her skin was fair and covered in a light powder make-up. Lips where painted darker than the usual blood red that most parlor harlots would have. Her body was neatly tucked into a scarlet corset covered by a cropped black jacket and long black skirt, trimmed at the hem with red to match the corset. She wore the daintiest little black ankle boots which made an interesting clip clop on the hardwood floors. He hair was tied in a bun with a wisp out of each side behind her ears. D'Sar looked into her eyes as she entered. Nearly starstruck, her big blue eyes melted looking into his.
She offered her help in packing. "Milord, you look practically lost, doing things like this." she giggled. She bent down to pick up something D'Sar had dropped while packing. D'Sar narrowed his eye as he stared at her rump, getting lost in a debaucherous thought. He stepped towards her and leaned over. He reached for her, slightly from behind and touched her. She gasped in a startled breath as she stood up quickly, backing into the Darklords arms. She giggles a moment, flustered and flushed like a schoolgirl. She leaned her head back on his chest and looked up at him while he sniffed her hair. "You're not going to BITE me, are you milord?" she said batting her eyes in a coy fashion and her neck bent sideways as if to offer herself up to some wild fantasy.
D'Sar stared down at the pulsating throbbing jugular and thought a moment. In fact he thought several moments while he pondered his situation. With a greedy look on his face. Leering like a filthy pervert he thought : "Should I a) drain her then resume packing, b) get HER to finish packing and THEN drain her, c) turn her so this fine creature may travel the realms forever a companion, d) make LOVE to her, get her to pack the bags then drain her..." His mind was flashing through the possibilities as he stroked her fair neck...then he heard it.
In the window, the flutter of wings may not have caught his attention, but the sound of a hawk practically clearing it's throat as if to say "AHEM!" did. It seems Norlondar was calling as the herald to the Kitten Goddess herself, Rutger appeared.
"Blast! What IS it bird? Can't you see I'm bloody busy!?!?" He glared at the hawk.
It seemed the bird had important pressing news of Kjeldoran. "Sorry, m'dear..." says the gallant Dark Knight as he kisses her hand, "Duty calls...if you'd be a dear and continue with the packing..." So suave is he, he thinks to himself as he struts towards the birdie in the window. How boorish is he, thinks the bird as he rolls his eyes. There is no love lost between these two. The conversation would seem almost one sided to an outsider as D'Sar converses with this vox-less bird.
"So, what's so ruddy urgent, eh?" he blares. The bird looks into his eyes.
"A meeting of all immortals of Kjeldoran?" he said.
" The clans...the world itself is changing?"
"How soon do I need to ...uh...er..be there?" he says staring back at the scarlet haired helper he's acquired.
The bird shrieked a loud hawks shriek, glared again in anger and took flight.
"I guess that means we must be away in moments." he said to himself. "ALFRED!" He shouted to the next room, " Be ready in 15 minutes or less!" Then he muttered, "not like you'll bloody well be coherent enough to understand me..."
And with that, thus ended what might have been a most lustfully amusing evening.
Darkstar sat alone in his room at an inn, far from Kjeldoran. Alfred, his faithful butler, turned soothsayer, laid in a bed in the next room while D'Sar wrote his personal memoirs.
"I had taken a sabbatical with the Oracle, Alfred. I was trying to understand what had happened. On occasion, he'd tell me of things happening in the realms while we traveled...though interesting to hear, I was not that concerned.
I had sent Captain Kurgan off to aid in a battle in my homeland.This was based on a reply from my previous open letter which I did eventually send. It was a long battle with a race of lycanthrope upstarts and they needed someone who had similar experience and thought process as I. Someone from under my leatherlike wing.
Now all the while I was gone, Alfred kept babbling about unrest. I really just wanted this syndrome of his gone. I missed my old chum. I wasn't interested in having him mystically or psychologically altered by whatever had done this to him. If I EVER see one of these Den bastards again, I'll send the Tower to Hell just to destroy those insipid bastards.
Speaking of the Tower of High Sorcery. It's just not what I expected to become of what was once the mightiest clan in the realms. What happened to organized evil? Ahriman's meat puppet clan, those horrendous Hellfire fools had attacked us numerously. What kind of alliance is that? I had undergone a new plan. To unite with the godless, now faithless Silent Ravens in a new treaty to destroy Hellfire for their treachery. I will attempt this more upon my return. Oh yes...there certainly WILL be HELL to pay.
I'm sitting at a desk in a quaint little inn. All I want is help for my dear friend. I want my old Alfred back...not this...fortune cookie with a mustache.
I can't take his fits of riddles anymore. It seems...."
Darkstar heard a sound in the other room and stopped writing. It was more than a moan. He had heard these before. It was the sound of Alfred going into one of his mystical spells. He rolled his eyes for a moment then went to him.
"What is it, old chum? What do you see this time?" said the man bat.
The oracle passed out...again.
"Alfred!! ALFRED!!!" The darklord shouted. "DAMN! He did it again. Another spout of nonsense and then he passes out."
The Lord of the Undead sits and thinks to himself. He ponders that it may be time to try to return to see if what Alfred had been spouting was true. Darkstar begins to snicker at some of the silly things Alfred was saying. "Hounds that snarl and speak in odd....OH NO! Not HERE!!!" He gasps. He narrows his eyes and thinks of what his people in his homeland are fighting. "...lycans. Kjeldoran is being overrun by bloody lycanthropes!" he exclaimed. "No time to lose, nor time for travel. Time to prepare Alfred for a little interdimensional god-travel....only...if there have been changes in the dimensional frequencies...Do we dare we try this?" He ponders to himself, "...just what could happen? Then again, with interdimensional misalignment, what's the worse that could happen? Alfred couldn't GET anymore insane. We'll just have to risk it. The part I regret most about travelling incognito these days is having to pack my own bags...."
The next few days are going to prove to be quite interesting.