14 June 2012
The One Who Influences considered Tpek the thief. He had put a lot of work into this human. The story was so... Satisfying. But it had taken a lot of work. The One Who Influences admitted he hadn't planned on the Seamonster. He had been forced to Hellbind the human, always a risky business, especially one as slippery as this "Tpek". But the momentum of the story The One Who Influences had built was unstoppable now, the thief would simply be swept up. And what a story. The redemption of a thief through bloody revolution, stopping the suffering of his fellow men - The One Who Influences liked a good story. Come the revolution and The One could unbind Tpek, and the thief's tarnished soul would be his.
Tpek wandered around Ansfold, looking around. The signs weren't good. He had seen riots and revolutions in his time, and this town had all the signs. A huge difference between rich and poor, rioting in the streets and a curfew enforced by secret police. After an enjoyable afternoon of lockpicking and thievery, he was much richer, and after an evening buying drinks for other people at the local pub, THE DUKE'S HEAD, a lot more knowledgable. When he arrived at where he was staying (a boarding house ran by a Ms. Anderson), he noticed a figure in his bedroom. By the time he reached it however, it was empty. A note on his bed was the only sign of an intruder: Fisher Street, tomorrow evening, Password: Overlord WE WILL BE FREE Tpek read the note, smiling mirthlessly. Then a shot of pain ran up his arm. Water filled his mouth. Pressure filled his ears. Tpek collapsed. (\)
Hellbound - 4 • Opuss № I