Hukai's Alchemist's Journey RP 001 - Playground Options

[Hukai The Wandering]

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"Ah, blessings upon the Gods for such an exceptional day. My, even the trees sing of Nirn's beauty!" The light of early morning crawled along the damp ground beside him. As he lay, books nearby, Hukai was ever still to listen to subtle sounds that arose from the wild.

"Mabye I should head back, He-Just-Stands-There must be angry by now. If only I could pay him back..."

The young Wood Elf turned over, releasing a sigh as if burdened. He rose, packing his many books into a durable bag that was held by three straps. He, his race being close to nature, could easliy get a beast to help lighten his troublesome load. As he stood up, gripping his famliy halbred in hand, Hukai breathed the clean morning air detriminded to start a journey.

Ooc:I hope this is okay...
P.S. Ooc means Out Of Character

[Channler]

There he stood, the pool of blood encircling around him, the enjoyment that came with each horrid slaughter of the weak! It was a rush uncomparable with any sin he could commit in this land. His metal boots clanked against the soaked hardwood floors, they were so saturated that there was no point in even re-using them boards. He felt so alive, so strong, with all this energy he expended he gained 10, no 20! No 50 times stronger! And then there was no remorse for the countless that had been slay'n, no care, not even a thought, but the adrenaline was starting to subside and he figured that it was time for more blood...

--- 15 Years Earlier ---

"Awake! Your master calls! It is time my chosen one. Time to let the blood of Nirn run free. I have called you my child. AWAKE!"

Sweat glistened off the boy's forehead and drenched his simple clothing. Utterly disturbed by the horric dream that had possessed his sick body, he went to search for the life giving substance, water. He grew dizzy as he stood, for it had been 3 long years since he had walked these floors. The boy had been bed-ridden because of a deathly disease that sends the afflicted into a paralytic coma, causing the trouble in what normal people would call troubless.

His stomach was spinning in thousands of direction as if trying to run away from the nightmare that replayed in his mind. With shaky hands he reached up into the plain looking cabinet and pulled a simple looking glass and continued to where his mother left the bucket filled to the brim with water from the well. The water felt warm to the touch but gulped it down none-the-less.
"..AWAKE!.."
The boy started shaking all over, writhing around as if a worm just dug up by little children. He squeezed the glass to hard and in shattered into a hundred different pieces. Blood dripped from his spastic hand and instead of being horrified.. he enjoyed the sight. The knifes were kept in a drawer in his veiw, and out of pure lunacy grabbed it and continued to carve of his arms, the sight, the blood, he was agonizingly joyfull. He wanted more, He Needed More!

That next placid morning two body's were discovered.. The next day three more, and this continued untill most of the village had left under the fear that they would die... His bloodlust needed to be filled, it wasn't an earthly hunger that filled him, it was divine in some twisted way...

Many people died that several long years that followed...

--- Present ---

The townspeople were horrified at what some some saw, and even fewer witnessed. The few that didn't die quickly moved out of town.. to someplace were they could be alone without worry of such a sadistic killer. The sky seemed dreenched in blood.. as was Nirn, as was His hands...