The dusty old book closed with a audible thud, as Richard slammed the worn leather cover shut. He placed the tome in his bottom desk drawer, and traced the
glyph that locked it inside before closing the drawer. He drummed his fingers on the oak desk, waiting for his second-in-command to enter his chamber.
He's nearly an hour late, what's keeping Charles...I'd have his head, if he was not able to just grow a new
one...
Tapping on the intercom to his secretary, Richard could not but help sounding astoundingly annoyed. "Nancy, when Mr. Rainer arrives, be sure to have him shot before sending him in, and let him know I seriously do not like being left waiting." He pounding off the comm after hearing her acknowledgment.Furious at the situation, Richard needed something to help him relax.
Opening the center drawer of his desk, he drew out the two objects that he knew would soothe him the most. The first was a soft leather pouch, which he kept constantly filled with the mystical Spice. The second, was his prized Divine Arm, Soul-Breaker, an enchanted shotgun, which could carve holes into it's foes very souls. He dipped his fingers deep into the pouch, and sprinkled the glittering powder over his eyes, it's energies tingling in a dance with his own inner magiks. A moment later, he started the process of cleaning Soul-Breaker.
Slowly and methodically, he fingered over each inch of the weapon, caressing each of it's seems and imperfections, before he, just as carefully, began taking it apart. "What a story you have, Soul-Breaker, a tale older than your body; your secrets are my secrets, and, of course, your story has become part of mine. I rebound you to this weapon from the decaying remains of your last form, an elderly crossbow, and have kept you with me with more importance then even the tome I gained my magiks from." Dipping his fingers again into the pouch, he sprikled the powder over the weapon, images now hovering over it. "Share with me a tale over your past, so I may become as calm as you once more." He closed his eyes, holding his hands above the images. "Tell me your tales..."
I had an idea where I was going with this, then I lost it. I'll work more on it later...
Edit: Added some more to it, will come back again even later...
Tapping on the intercom to his secretary, Richard could not but help sounding astoundingly annoyed. "Nancy, when Mr. Rainer arrives, be sure to have him shot before sending him in, and let him know I seriously do not like being left waiting." He pounding off the comm after hearing her acknowledgment.Furious at the situation, Richard needed something to help him relax.
Opening the center drawer of his desk, he drew out the two objects that he knew would soothe him the most. The first was a soft leather pouch, which he kept constantly filled with the mystical Spice. The second, was his prized Divine Arm, Soul-Breaker, an enchanted shotgun, which could carve holes into it's foes very souls. He dipped his fingers deep into the pouch, and sprinkled the glittering powder over his eyes, it's energies tingling in a dance with his own inner magiks. A moment later, he started the process of cleaning Soul-Breaker.
Slowly and methodically, he fingered over each inch of the weapon, caressing each of it's seems and imperfections, before he, just as carefully, began taking it apart. "What a story you have, Soul-Breaker, a tale older than your body; your secrets are my secrets, and, of course, your story has become part of mine. I rebound you to this weapon from the decaying remains of your last form, an elderly crossbow, and have kept you with me with more importance then even the tome I gained my magiks from." Dipping his fingers again into the pouch, he sprikled the powder over the weapon, images now hovering over it. "Share with me a tale over your past, so I may become as calm as you once more." He closed his eyes, holding his hands above the images. "Tell me your tales..."
I had an idea where I was going with this, then I lost it. I'll work more on it later...
Edit: Added some more to it, will come back again even later...
stupid
cat
