09-14-2013, 02:48 AM
The warchief sat silently, waiting, trying to maintain his composure. His guards on the other hand were not so strong of will.
Behind, barely containing his giddiness stood the lanky, gaunt form of one of Corsucant's richest. Despite the hoards of property and power this wretched string of a man had the look of one that spent and exceptional amount of time and energy to look beautiful, yet failed spectacularly in the end. This really was no great bother to warchief... but the rancid stink of old cologne filling the air with a pungent musk almost put him at more unease than the occasional screech of pulsating flesh spreading hidden under a thin layer of neon green vinyl. His jewel encrusted jade cod piece bobbed up, and down. The gaunt man was certainly beside himself with anticipation.
The warchielf grunted. It seems money can buy anything in this world. As MD GEIST arrived at the Nexus, he was surprised to see that the well built yellow haired man before him was not some cooing trollop, but rather a hard nosed, rugged man who'd sooner thrust a knife in someone than anything else.
"OoooOOOo MISTAH GEIST!!" the gaunt man minced, "I am sooo glad you have come to join uuuhhhhh...."
The gaunt man staggered.
On his tall, lanky legs seemed to bend and sway like a willow tree catching a sharp wind. Beads of sweat cascaded down his forehead and he clutched at his chest futilely with his long, slender fingers.
"Gaah gaaaa uhhhh urgahhh...." he simpered in one final gasp before collapsing into a pile of limp bones and flesh.
A guard rushed to the man's side and put two fingers to his neck. "He's dead sir!! His heart gave out!"
The guards and warchief exchanged uneasy looks. The yellow haired Geist stayed silent, watching.
"Well, it seems here Mr. Kellog bought you passage into Corsucant. Suppose we can't send you back now..."
Behind, barely containing his giddiness stood the lanky, gaunt form of one of Corsucant's richest. Despite the hoards of property and power this wretched string of a man had the look of one that spent and exceptional amount of time and energy to look beautiful, yet failed spectacularly in the end. This really was no great bother to warchief... but the rancid stink of old cologne filling the air with a pungent musk almost put him at more unease than the occasional screech of pulsating flesh spreading hidden under a thin layer of neon green vinyl. His jewel encrusted jade cod piece bobbed up, and down. The gaunt man was certainly beside himself with anticipation.
The warchielf grunted. It seems money can buy anything in this world. As MD GEIST arrived at the Nexus, he was surprised to see that the well built yellow haired man before him was not some cooing trollop, but rather a hard nosed, rugged man who'd sooner thrust a knife in someone than anything else.
"OoooOOOo MISTAH GEIST!!" the gaunt man minced, "I am sooo glad you have come to join uuuhhhhh...."
The gaunt man staggered.
On his tall, lanky legs seemed to bend and sway like a willow tree catching a sharp wind. Beads of sweat cascaded down his forehead and he clutched at his chest futilely with his long, slender fingers.
"Gaah gaaaa uhhhh urgahhh...." he simpered in one final gasp before collapsing into a pile of limp bones and flesh.
A guard rushed to the man's side and put two fingers to his neck. "He's dead sir!! His heart gave out!"
The guards and warchief exchanged uneasy looks. The yellow haired Geist stayed silent, watching.
"Well, it seems here Mr. Kellog bought you passage into Corsucant. Suppose we can't send you back now..."