A touch of badness!

[Mrs McGinty]

Mrs McGinty, the smell of her popcorn gaining attention of others, is soon joined by a small 3ft four armed horned human-looking demon, not a small person but an undeveloped one, bound in nappy rags the baby creature innocently aproaches her popcorn box, one unsteady step at a time.

Without looking away from the action in the arena, McGinty tilts her sack, allowing the demon to reach the popcorn within, and indicating her willingness to share said treats.

[Mee]

"So noble.... Forgive my selection of words but a door too is a portal, and is pretty simple to opperate once you find the handle." Then he lets out an anticipated gasp as Sophia struck the woman followed by a disappointed sigh when it was followed by no blood.

"Make them bleed Naku" he hisses emphasizing her name.
"On every cut make it pour, end it quick" he says with a stern mix of seriousness and excitement as he turns his gaze to raise a suspicious eyebrow to Mrs McGinty.

"They'll do it themselves. I see no reason to interfere." That, and all her other killings had been self-defense. She didn't want to assist in the murder of someone. That would lead her down a path she didn't want to go any further down.

So instead, she crosses her arms across her chest, and leans against the nearest wall, nodding at McGinty.

[Mrs McGinty]

So instead, she crosses her arms across her chest, and leans against the nearest wall, nodding at McGinty.

McGinty isn't sure whether Naku's nod is intended to mean 'good to see you're still alive and well' or 'get ready to lay the smackdown on these infernal chumps'. Assuming the former, she nods and smiles sweetly in return; just in case it's the latter, she reaches into her handbag and places her finger gently against the safety catch of a unidentified weapon concealed within.

[Arkhosia]

"They'll do it themselves. I see no reason to interfere." That, and all her other killings had been self-defense. She didn't want to assist in the murder of someone. That would lead her down a path she didn't want to go any further down.

So instead, she crosses her arms across her chest, and leans against the nearest wall, nodding at McGinty.

Sophia, realizing she won't be able to save her opponent, sighs, and decides to end this quickly for her. She back pedals and sheaths her right sword, lifting her hand and swiping her left sword across.

A flash of lightning surrounds her as a cloud of steam explodes about her, and a roar of terror-inducing influence sounds as a giant, skinless, lean woman, her wiry and bony form standing 15 meters tall (though she's probably crouching a bit due to size), maroon-brown locks shrouding her face, and fearsome maw jagged and grinning. The titan swings a left hook to crush the woman with terrifying force.

[Holy-hunter]

Mrs McGinty notices the child is much less inclined to sharing then herself as it attempts to pick up her bucket of popcorn and take it away.

Naku can see the excitement growing on the strangers face as Sophia changes, there is a sick smugness like he is proud of the way things are falling into place. He begins to speak to her,
"Naku, have you ever heard of the theory of chaos creation? Of the grand cauldron of chaos?"
His eyes never leave the battle ground.

Sophia chases the attacker back with he swipe giving ample room and time for her change, as her Titan hand plummets down to crush her opponent she notices she was changing too, but doesn't see what into as she disappears under Sophia's attack.

[Mrs McGinty]

Mrs McGinty notices the child is much less inclined to sharing then herself as it attempts to pick up her bucket of popcorn and take it away.

The aging cook makes no attempt to prevent the theft of her popcorn. Indeed, there is no sign that she has noticed at all, other than her lifting another, identical sack* out of her handbag, and placing it on the floor where the previous one stood.

*Not a bucket. Nor a box. A bloody great sack. Such as one might use for delivering Christmas presents to every child on the planet. Or for drowning a score of cats in the local canal.

[Holy-hunter]

"Now" the man shouts spotting a puddle of blood ooze out from beneath the titans hand. In an instant, those willing, are embraced by a fiery warmth and and teleported through the air in a flash of flames and into the sands.

It feels much like the passage through the crypt door and each person drops a fair way to find themself in a mighty and large rectangular room, greater and finer than most dinning halls. There was a powerful and dark radiance emitting from its self-serving unnecessary elaborate decor.

A two man wide black polished marble walkway ran alongside the wall, the rest of the floor was sunken in. 6 alcoves extending the entire hight of the wall lay concealed by a thin semi transparent fine red silk with gold trimmings. 8 ornate powerful columns reached to the ceiling. Between each one and directly infront of each alcove and the front entrance lay 9 smooth steps of shining marble connecting the walkway to the deep maroon velvet covered sunken floor.
A thin heavy smog hovered around the entire sunken floor atleast a foot deep. Semi rotten bones and bits of old corpses pierced the mists veil as an uncountable number of bones and body's lay scattered around, dormant on the floor.

From the centre of the fog and the dead, rose a platform double the height of the outer walkway with a base twice as thick Shaped like a topless square pyramid it appeared to be made entirely of solid gold.

Just above the large solid base A vertical slot ran clean through the side and out the other. It held the base of an enormous shining metallic halo. Standing taller than a building This open circular structure stood like a massive round doorway. Bright lights of various colours jumped, sparked and zapped along its perimeter.

The same show of lights could be seen in an equally large circle, another halo laying flat beneath the fog centred around the platform. Sparks of light protruding between corpses, glowing in the thick mist.

As your gaze follows the columns up one would see the roof is a splitting image of symmetry of the floor. So much so the first site instills a nausea of dizziness. The centre is sunken in upwards to the outer black marble. Mist and bones defy gravity half concealing the sparks of vibrant light of another halo in this central raised velvet ceiling and a gold pyramid hangs pointing down, the top holding point of the giant standing halo as it is caught in between and connects the two pyramids.

In the dead centre of the room, hovering between the two topless gold pyramids and in the center of the shining sparkling metallic circle, was the physical form of the boy Arlen. His thin frail tortured body screamed in silent pain as his body was suspended in thin air by an unseen magical force.

[BlackCoatedMan]

[Slaver's Den]


Somehow, someway, for some reason a man made his way to the Excelsior.
Without rhyme or reason he made it here by just placing one foot in front of the other while ending a few lives, and un-lives along the way.


He took in the sight with his prismatic eyes. They darted around in various directions irrespective of one another. The danced around like the runes on his irises danced around his pupils. His face cracked into a wide toothy smile.


"Slaves huh? Eh, why not? A couple of demons and some wenches will do." A face contorted into what seems to be eternal pleasure takes a gander at the various products around him.


Orphedysseus: The Hedonist, licks his lips. Another day, another pleasure!

[Holy-hunter]

Slavers Den

"Oh darling, you here buying, selling or just... hiring?"
A lush womanly voice trails over his shoulder, she speaks slowly in a soft sultry exotic accent.

Should he turn to see from where the voice came he will see a voluptuous fierce woman with unruly red hair and cold steely tantalising blue eyes. Armoured in leathers and a tattered breastplate she holds out her hand for him to take as her lips curl into a playful smile.

Close behind her stands a large bare chested bald man, his dark skin littered with scar tissue.
He wears baggy worn tan trousers and a wide unnerving gaped tooth grin.

Spoiler: The rest of the room

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The thick smell of hobbit weed and opium hung in the dimly lit room, a haze of smoke filled the air. Thugs in ragged clothing sat in small circles on old cushions and small stools, they gambled, argued, told stories, traded and swapped while around them and restrained to the outer walls, slaves wearing barely the essentials were, if not serving, restrained and bound.
Amongst the unruly, viscous and loud tongues of the intoxicated low life's the whimpering of fear and despair hummed in hopeless plea's.

The room was wide enough for two carriages and the length even longer, disappearing into the darkness. The stone walls curved up to meet making a low arched roof. Strong sturdy wooden pillars ran down the centre of the room.

[Arkhosia]

sophia emerges from her now discarded form,looking solemn. she kneels upon it's neck like a knight would before their lord, and utters two prayers: one for the woman slain,one for forgiveness.
she looks to the crowd to hope to see that she had cut their entertainment short, and is willingly transported with her allies.

[Mee]

Naku can see the excitement growing on the strangers face as Sophia changes, there is a sick smugness like he is proud of the way things are falling into place. He begins to speak to her,
"Naku, have you ever heard of the theory of chaos creation? Of the grand cauldron of chaos?"
His eyes never leave the battle ground.

"Can't say I have."

"Now" the man shouts spotting a puddle of blood ooze out from beneath the titans hand. In an instant, those willing, are embraced by a fiery warmth and and teleported through the air in a flash of flames and into the sands.

It feels much like the passage through the crypt door and each person drops a fair way to find themself in a mighty and large rectangular room, greater and finer than most dinning halls. There was a powerful and dark radiance emitting from its self-serving unnecessary elaborate decor.

A two man wide black polished marble walkway ran alongside the wall, the rest of the floor was sunken in. 6 alcoves extending the entire hight of the wall lay concealed by a thin semi transparent fine red silk with gold trimmings. 8 ornate powerful columns reached to the ceiling. Between each one and directly infront of each alcove and the front entrance lay 9 smooth steps of shining marble connecting the walkway to the deep maroon velvet covered sunken floor.
A thin heavy smog hovered around the entire sunken floor atleast a foot deep. Semi rotten bones and bits of old corpses pierced the mists veil as an uncountable number of bones and body's lay scattered around, dormant on the floor.

From the centre of the fog and the dead, rose a platform double the height of the outer walkway with a base twice as thick Shaped like a topless square pyramid it appeared to be made entirely of solid gold.

Just above the large solid base A vertical slot ran clean through the side and out the other. It held the base of an enormous shining metallic halo. Standing taller than a building This open circular structure stood like a massive round doorway. Bright lights of various colours jumped, sparked and zapped along its perimeter.

The same show of lights could be seen in an equally large circle, another halo laying flat beneath the fog centred around the platform. Sparks of light protruding between corpses, glowing in the thick mist.

As your gaze follows the columns up one would see the roof is a splitting image of symmetry of the floor. So much so the first site instills a nausea of dizziness. The centre is sunken in upwards to the outer black marble. Mist and bones defy gravity half concealing the sparks of vibrant light of another halo in this central raised velvet ceiling and a gold pyramid hangs pointing down, the top holding point of the giant standing halo as it is caught in between and connects the two pyramids.

In the dead centre of the room, hovering between the two topless gold pyramids and in the center of the shining sparkling metallic circle, was the physical form of the boy Arlen. His thin frail tortured body screamed in silent pain as his body was suspended in thin air by an unseen magical force.

"Aaaand there we go." Naku says, after being teleported along, and after she notices Arlen's body. She starts walking towards it, seemingly immune to the nausea and dizziness.

[BlackCoatedMan]

[Slaver's Den]

"Such wonderful red hair! Accompanied by quite the body."Orphedysseus said after he turned towards the voice. He then locked his eyes unto hers. His prismatic runed eyes on her cold blue eyes. "A pity, had your eyes been green I would have taken you no matter what." He said, words somewhat playful.

He takes her hand into his and lays his lips upon it. His hand and lips will feel smoother than the smoothest of silk, as if untouched by and hardship or difficulty that the world throws at its inhabitants. After a second or so of enjoying the act, he lets go of her hand.

"I am Orphedysseus, Madame. I am here to purchase demons and women. Would you kindly show me your wares?" He speaks to the woman, completely ignoring the scarred man. Why waste time looking at a scarred rag when you can spend it pleasuring the eyes by looking at only the beautiful.

[Holy-hunter]

[Slaver's Den]


"Well lucky for you then," she says teasingly, as she takes the hand he kissed and runs her fingers across his jaw. After a gentle touch she applies a bit if pressure to turn his head as she walks past, swaying her hips with every slow seductive step.

"Coz there's no way you could ever have me"

With a smile she leads him down the hall to a section of wall lined with women of various age and race, clearly the more delicate on the eye of the crop, they were bound, hands above their head and clad in the bare minimum.

"You seem like a man who can.. Well, break in a new slave."

The woman seems to make everything sound sensual.

"Feast your eyes, we will be back. That is if you think you can handle your women fresh and a little, wild." She says with a glare in her eyes.

Then she will lead through the rabble of slavers and slaves trading and selling, past groups of rough men arguing and drinking, under a wave of intoxicating smoke, past similar walls of whimpering creatures bound and being tortured and finally down a dark alley where cage upon cage has demons and devils of all sorts imaginable cramped and bound.

"The uh, incubus and succubi are a lot of fun" she says grinning the most devilish grin.

"Lucky for you our master specialises in these sorts, for a ... Price... He can bind them to do and act in nearly any way desired.

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"Really?" He asks on reply to Naku, a sense of agitation in his voice.
"the creation magic, chaos magic?" He says sternly as if she had misheard him.
"That beneath this facade of life and laws lies a true un relentless limitless power? The cauldron of chaos."

...

"It dwells beneath the fabric of our existence, refined by our presence, by our perception... By the material plane itself, it's refined and becomes all that we know, it's refined because we cannot hope to control or even survive the pure chaos that it is, that is, most of us. "
the man proudly continues on speaking to Naku as she walks towards Arlen and gets a better view of him.

Sophia will instantly recognise the talking man as her friend 'bad touch'. He seems so caught up in his explanation to Naku that he hasn't noticed her. (Or Mrs McGinty and the demonic child who looks ready to cry as he looks to the empty space before him where's his popcorn once was)

As Naku steps down the steps amongst the bones and the icy cold mist she sees the horrid condition of the young boy more clearly.

Spoiler: Arlen's condition

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The figure in size, barely large enough to be a young man. His bone structure apparent through his wilting skin, his thin feeble frame and dry deep gaunt features tell of struggle with starvation.

Up closer nearly all his bare skin shares space with bruises or scars, worse still, horridly his face is a repulsive saddening sight.

His eyes wide open, a thin roughcut stretch of skin sits at the base of where eyelids belong and his sunken eyes surrounded by the darkness of his skull are a glazed milky white, covering a lost pupil and iris. Dry blood stains his lips under his crooked nose, his sharp protruding cheek bones bare no symmetry as one is crumbled.

His mouth sternly shut tight was smeared in blood but not from his nose. What appear as cracks run vertical across both lips to meet a pinpoint scar, while dry blood filled cracked crevasses within his skin, below his own blood lies a sharp thin wire.

The air that squeezes past to escape his lungs makes a horrible noise. A sickening gurgle that twists into a raspy whisper then as unconsciously his body pleads for oxygen it goes in reverse, the dry raspy whisper turning into a sickly bubbling gurgle.

[Mrs McGinty]

secret room - plot

Mrs McGinty's first action is to remove yet another huge sack of popcorn from her handbag, and place it on the floor near to the demonic child. Whether this is intended as an act of kindness or a tactical deployment is not immediately clear.

Next, she focuses her attentions on the two golden pyramids, looking them up and down and moving around to see them from different angles. After a moment, she pulls out an oversized calculator and starts tapping its keys, all the while keeping her gaze fixed on the pyramids. When her calculations are complete, the elderly cook looks down at the screen, at which point her otherwise impassive expression is broken by a slight raising of her left eyebrow.

[BlackCoatedMan]

[Slaver's Den]

As the woman plays her game of seduction, alarm bells go of in Orphedysseus' head. "14g314uj134v1vijfo!!!" Needless to say, he's having fun.

He follows the woman and sees the line of women of all shapes, sizes, looks, races, and origin. The sight of scantily clad Quarians, Vulcans, Asari, Qunari, Caitians, Blood Elves, Night Elves, Drow Elves, High Elves, Draenei, Humes, Mi'qotes, Padjal, and Roegadyns made his eyes go in overdrive. They spun so fast that they became invisible. His body was visibly vibrating.

This lasted until his eyes fell to the Lalafells, Dwarves, Gnomes, Vulcans, etc. With that he regained his composure. Looking at the various products before him, he made sure to avoid those that have been drugged, mentally or physically changed by magic or hypnosis, non-virgins, and those without a fire in their eyes.

Due to his liking of Red hair, green eyes, and Elves it was no surprise when he chose a Blood Elf first. "This one."
The one he chose first was extremely young yet her figure suggested that of an adult. Her face was lightly freckled as well. Upon his closer examination, he saw that her eyesight was naturally bad. Another plus.

He then came across a High elf that looked identical to a certain someone that a friend was infatuated with. He looked her in the eyes, "You'll definitely be a good gift! This one."

Lastly he chose a Draenei that looked perfectly beautiful yet strong enough to withstand the roughest of play. She even had a number of piercings already. "You were definitely built to find pleasure in pain. You've already had a head start I see. This One."

He was about to go look at the demons when a thought crossed his mind. He then returned to the various selections to peruse some more. He then finds a Hume with hair as black as night and skin as pale as moonlight. Her mind, from what he could see, was completely broken by drugs, magic, and hypnosis. Her body was used to expiration, that she could no longer react or control her fluids. The very example of living death. This is good. I wonder if I have the skill to unbreak her? Then break her again. How many times can I repeat that cycle? hmn.. "This one."

When the woman offers her master's ability to bind them, he politely declines. "I'll have to decline that offer. I have my own method of binding."

As for choosing the demons, he will chose the ones with more utility rather than beauty. Fun was over and it was time to get real. Besides, he could physically modify them later if their visage was too insulting to his eyes. "Would you kindly lead me to a demon with the most physical strength, another with the most magical strength, and lastly one that its only purpose is to survive the most brutal of attacks and magic."

[Holy-hunter]

[Slaver's Den]

As the woman plays her game of seduction, alarm bells go of in Orphedysseus' head. "14g314uj134v1vijfo!!!" Needless to say, he's having fun.

He follows the woman and sees the line of women of all shapes, sizes, looks, races, and origin. The sight of scantily clad Quarians, Vulcans, Asari, Qunari, Caitians, Blood Elves, Night Elves, Drow Elves, High Elves, Draenei, Humes, Mi'qotes, Padjal, and Roegadyns made his eyes go in overdrive. They spun so fast that they became invisible. His body was visibly vibrating.

This lasted until his eyes fell to the Lalafells, Dwarves, Gnomes, Vulcans, etc. With that he regained his composure. Looking at the various products before him, he made sure to avoid those that have been drugged, mentally or physically changed by magic or hypnosis, non-virgins, and those without a fire in their eyes.

Due to his liking of Red hair, green eyes, and Elves it was no surprise when he chose a Blood Elf first. "This one."
The one he chose first was extremely young yet her figure suggested that of an adult. Her face was lightly freckled as well. Upon his closer examination, he saw that her eyesight was naturally bad. Another plus.

He then came across a High elf that looked identical to a certain someone that a friend was infatuated with. He looked her in the eyes, "You'll definitely be a good gift! This one."

Lastly he chose a Draenei that looked perfectly beautiful yet strong enough to withstand the roughest of play. She even had a number of piercings already. "You were definitely built to find pleasure in pain. You've already had a head start I see. This One."

He was about to go look at the demons when a thought crossed his mind. He then returned to the various selections to peruse some more. He then finds a Hume with hair as black as night and skin as pale as moonlight. Her mind, from what he could see, was completely broken by drugs, magic, and hypnosis. Her body was used to expiration, that she could no longer react or control her fluids. The very example of living death. This is good. I wonder if I have the skill to unbreak her? Then break her again. How many times can I repeat that cycle? hmn.. "This one."

When the woman offers her master's ability to bind them, he politely declines. "I'll have to decline that offer. I have my own method of binding."

As for choosing the demons, he will chose the ones with more utility rather than beauty. Fun was over and it was time to get real. Besides, he could physically modify them later if their visage was too insulting to his eyes. "Would you kindly lead me to a demon with the most physical strength, another with the most magical strength, and lastly one that its only purpose is to survive the most brutal of attacks and magic."

"You do realise they are not like the other dogs?"
The woman asks with a raised eyebrow, referring to the devils and demons.

"They will not be intimidated by fear, they welcome death as an escape from our world, if not bound by magic a very carefully worded pact must be made where by it nearly always falls in their favour. The latter option is safer, those who try to bind them for so long find it only a matter of time before it becomes there undoing."

"Also I hope you have the coin and life force for such a transaction, see here it costs more then just goods as you are not purchasing from another being but from this place itself, you must give your blood to the sands and it will deem the worth of your essence against the cost, don't worry you will only notice a slight drain in magic which is sure to return in a couple of days..., if you survive that long."

Her lips and tongue speak one conversation but her eyes and body speak of another, she draws so much attention to the finest of sensual subtle movements that one may not even notice the words that leave her mouth, they are but the warm breath she teases upon ones skin as she lures and directs their vision by means of her single finger, twirling it in her hair, running across her full lips, trailing it down her body.

"Shall we continue" she asks...

[BlackCoatedMan]

[Slaver's Den]

Her words resonate with him... Pleasure, no matter how much, can't ever truly fully distract the mind. The shadows of the past are always lingering. His ecstatic form become somber at the words , "...They welcome death as an escape..."

"I know the feeling, though I'd love to keep on forgetting."She then speaks of coin.

"Coin is of no essence to me, I did not think that you or the master that you served would either." He pulls out a tiny coin pouch from his shirt. He looses the pouch strings and lets coins of gold, silver, copper drop endlessly to the ground. Hammerspace wallet, taken from a science fair. The coin is simply a byproduct of endless wandering. He has many more, from more endless wandering.

"As for life, take as much as necessary." He smirks. Who knows? Maybe my lifespan will even be reduced from ten eternities to nine eternities then some years.

Bile rose from his throat, he needed a distraction. Fast. He lets himself fall to her lure. he smiles and follows. Orphedysseus' eyes jitters here and there, forgetting the past or any thought really.

[Holy-hunter]

Slavers Den

"Good" she says with a smile ignoring the coins spreading out across the floor, the same can't be said for some of the other patrons.

"I think this will lead to long and prosperous business relations"

The man who had been following close behind her had already started rallying up his chosen slaves, they formed a line, shackled neck by neck.

"Unfortunately with the specifics you desire with the demons you will not be able to see them until after purchase, they will be bound to an artifact, destroying it will release them.
Please make sure you are prepared and ready when you do so,
I would so hate not to see you again..."

"Spend some time looking over your wares and make sure it is all still pleasing you your tastes... I would hate for you to be dissatisfied. I'll have someone escort you to the payment room when you are ready."

The woman grants him one last playful smile a bashful seductive gaze before spinning on her heels and hips swinging, strides away.

After a few moments a young boy dressed in rags, void of any distinguishable features besides his short hair and thin frame, approaches. Once noticed he stands in silence looking at the floor.

[BlackCoatedMan]

[Slaver's Den]

He checks the women that he planned to purchase one more time. The Blood Elf, High Elf, Draenei, and Hume. Everything seemed to be in order. It was a shame that he could not see his demons until after purchase, but so long as he wasn't being shortchanged or scammed, he had no problem. Once he is done silently checking his purchases, the boy comes into view.

He supposes that the boy was the one that was going to escort him to the payment area. Before that, he wanted to do something. Not for any reasonable reason, but just by a whim. His eyes look at the boy, runes moving in a pattern. His eyes were casting, not a spell of the arcane or divine that is easily detected, but instead a curse. If successful, it will grant the boy a number of things.

The boy will see things, ants under the skin, ghouls and ghosts, pain and suffering. None of which are real. He will gain the strength and speed of a beast when seeing the visions. He will also be under the urge to draw blood from women like the one that guided Orphedysseus. This blood will be drawn by the bones that will become spiked blades when seeing the visions.

He does not know what this curse will accomplish, but he always follows his whims. Without looking at the boy he speaks, "Alright boy, do your job" Of course the curse, if it does work, will only begin once Orphedysseus' business is concluded.

[Mee]

secret room - plot

"Really?" He asks on reply to Naku, a sense of agitation in his voice.
"the creation magic, chaos magic?" He says sternly as if she had misheard him.
"That beneath this facade of life and laws lies a true un relentless limitless power? The cauldron of chaos."

...

"It dwells beneath the fabric of our existence, refined by our presence, by our perception... By the material plane itself, it's refined and becomes all that we know, it's refined because we cannot hope to control or even survive the pure chaos that it is, that is, most of us. "
the man proudly continues on speaking to Naku as she walks towards Arlen and gets a better view of him.

Sophia will instantly recognise the talking man as her friend 'bad touch'. He seems so caught up in his explanation to Naku that he hasn't noticed her. (Or Mrs McGinty and the demonic child who looks ready to cry as he looks to the empty space before him where's his popcorn once was)

As Naku steps down the steps amongst the bones and the icy cold mist she sees the horrid condition of the young boy more clearly.

Spoiler: Arlen's condition

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The figure in size, barely large enough to be a young man. His bone structure apparent through his wilting skin, his thin feeble frame and dry deep gaunt features tell of struggle with starvation.

Up closer nearly all his bare skin shares space with bruises or scars, worse still, horridly his face is a repulsive saddening sight.

His eyes wide open, a thin roughcut stretch of skin sits at the base of where eyelids belong and his sunken eyes surrounded by the darkness of his skull are a glazed milky white, covering a lost pupil and iris. Dry blood stains his lips under his crooked nose, his sharp protruding cheek bones bare no symmetry as one is crumbled.

His mouth sternly shut tight was smeared in blood but not from his nose. What appear as cracks run vertical across both lips to meet a pinpoint scar, while dry blood filled cracked crevasses within his skin, below his own blood lies a sharp thin wire.

The air that squeezes past to escape his lungs makes a horrible noise. A sickening gurgle that twists into a raspy whisper then as unconsciously his body pleads for oxygen it goes in reverse, the dry raspy whisper turning into a sickly bubbling gurgle.

Naku ignores the talking of the man entirely, too furious at the condition of the body. Instead of replying, she begins trying to get him out. If that doesn't work, she begins smashing things.

((With that, though, and a whole gob of personal reasons right now, I need to step back from this plot.))

So Naku puufs away, mid-attempt.

[Holy-hunter]

[Slaver's Den]

He checks the women that he planned to purchase one more time. The Blood Elf, High Elf, Draenei, and Hume. Everything seemed to be in order. It was a shame that he could not see his demons until after purchase, but so long as he wasn't being shortchanged or scammed, he had no problem. Once he is done silently checking his purchases, the boy comes into view.

He supposes that the boy was the one that was going to escort him to the payment area. Before that, he wanted to do something. Not for any reasonable reason, but just by a whim. His eyes look at the boy, runes moving in a pattern. His eyes were casting, not a spell of the arcane or divine that is easily detected, but instead a curse. If successful, it will grant the boy a number of things.

The boy will see things, ants under the skin, ghouls and ghosts, pain and suffering. None of which are real. He will gain the strength and speed of a beast when seeing the visions. He will also be under the urge to draw blood from women like the one that guided Orphedysseus. This blood will be drawn by the bones that will become spiked blades when seeing the visions.

He does not know what this curse will accomplish, but he always follows his whims. Without looking at the boy he speaks, "Alright boy, do your job" Of course the curse, if it does work, will only begin once Orphedysseus' business is concluded.

((Sorry I missed this, + sorry in advance, running low on creativity 'n' inspiration.))

After ducking and weaving through the halls, passing people, no creatures, indulging in all maners of vile vices, eventually you are led to a solid guarded door.
Two masked soldiers stand either side as still as statues as the twin doors opens inwards.
It is a round room, walls and floor all made of a strange sand stone, standing in the center of the room is what appears like a well, only wider. The well like structure is made from the floor itself and instead of water a fire burns from within poorly illuminating the room.
Mystically hovering above the fire is a solid black pot. Darker than the blackest black, it's presence some how seems an unnatural violation.
In the pot is more sand, it shifts and moves, bubbling like a hungry liquid, only it's not.
On the otherside of this obscurity sits a humanoid figure completely covered in a tattered old hooded robe.

"Enter" a raspy old voice struggles on laboured breaths.

"Are you ready to pay?"

[BlackCoatedMan]

[Slaver's Den]

He intented to make the purchase quick, he had lost interest in this part of the Slaver's Den. He enters and nonchalanty says, "Of course."

[Holy-hunter]

"Blood to the sand and material wealth to the flame, when both have settled your debt is paid"

The raspy voice reached up from under the hood yet the old figure remains as still as stone.

[BlackCoatedMan]

[Slaver's Den]

...Nothing happened. Orphedysseus stands there dumbfounded for a moment. He guessed he had to do it himself. What no servants to cut his flesh or something? He then first goes to the sandy area, which is probably the entire room. He then holds out a hand. The hand opens. Blood pours out. The blood isn't red though. His blood was prismatic, like his eyes. it will look like a rainbow was pouring down from the palm of his hand.

"... Am I doing this right or just being idiotic wasting my blood?" he says flatly.