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TVC - (Supplemental Piece) - An Unlikely Duo

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Dark Lord Nihilus

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Leaping and prancing he landed with a barely audible thud upon the woodland path. A pair of bandits stood a few feet ahead, turning at the sound.

“Lo and behold”, he said with a cackle, grinning ferociously, his mask accentuated his angular face and cast his grin in a disturbing form.

The two bandits glanced at each other before drawing their short swords. Unbeknownst to the bandits a black cat with brilliant gleaming eyes padded over and sat down. It spared a moment to stare at the black clad, grinning figure before licking its paw.

The nearest bandit rushed forward, thrusting his blade in a horizontal slash aimed for the lunatic’s head. The blade had barely begun to swing when the prancing fool pirouetted on the ball of his foot sweeping the bandit off of his feet. The bandit landed dead, impaled upon his own blade, and the maniac ended his twirl with a flourish and a theatrical bow.

The second bandit stared amazed, mouth agape, before snarling and rushing forward. More prudent than his companion, the bandit swung his blade towards the stranger’s midsection. The blade sliced through empty air, the being mysteriously vanishing. The bandit turned around, surprised, and came face to face with a large circular pendant.

The cat sat on a tree limb over the road, its tail hung off the branch, a large pendant tied to it. The cat’s large, gleaming, intelligent eyes pieced the bandit. Slowly, oh so slowly, at first, the cat swung its tail. Transfixed, the bandit focused upon the luminescent pendant swinging before him. Flick, flick, flick, the pendant gained momentum, its arc longer, the bandit falling further into a trance.

“Beleeara?”, the mask toting figure stepped out of the shadows.

“Beleeara we must hasten and make hurry”, he pointed further down the road with a flourish.

“We have to hurry Beleeara or we'll miss the fun!”, he whined.

The cat sighed, continuing to flick its tail in a rhythmic and hypnotic pattern.

“Please Beleeara, pretty please? Can we please go now, or we'll miss the fun, pretty please, oh please oh please?”

The cat ignored its companion, ending its hypnotic motions with a sharp flick of its tail, eliciting a growl.

“Ooh, ooooooh. Beleeara, a puppy, look a puppy Beleeara! Aww, can I keep it, can I, please? I’ll take care of it, I’ll feed it, and walk it, and oh, oh we'll have so much fun together”, the fool said excitedly.

The cat once again ignored the blithering of its companion, addressing the being before him.

Go forth and clear the road. Leave none to interrupt our passage.

The creature let loose an affirmative snarl, before racing off. It was covered in fur, clothes once having covered the bandit stretched and contorted, talons jutting out from where once their were nails, a bestial gleam in its eyes.

“Can we please, pleeeease, go now Beleeara? We’ll miss all the fun.”

The cat leapt off the tree, its companion smiled gleefully and pranced off down the road, the black cat following in his wake.

Agonized screams echoed down the road.

“You hear that Beleeara, the puppy found a toy!”

Yes, yes he did.
 

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RE: TVC - Supplemental Piece - An Unlikely Duo

Von Malksing and Gats led the few remaining witch hunters down the winding woodland path. As they turned a bend in the road they nearly ran into a beast. The creature was garbed in torn clothing, covered in fur, and talons glistened in the moonlight. A true testament to the witch hunters’ experience and honed reflexes, the creature had barely converged upon the witch hunters before it collapsed, dead. A half a dozen crossbow bolts and two gaping bullet holes in its head leaked blood.

“What in the…”, the witch hunter was interrupted by the sound of singing further down the road.

The words grew more distinct, assuming the familiar lyrics of a children’s song. A man appeared, skipping down the road towards the assembled witch hunters.

“Look Beleeara, friends!”, the stranger said smiling, his expression accentuated by a mask covering his face. A black cat padded over in the black clad figures wake, stopping behind him.

“And…ooooh, HORSIES!!!!”, the man screeched gleefully.

The cat sat back on its haunches, lowering its ears, raising its paws to its head. If Von Malksing didn’t know any better he would have sworn the cat was covering its ears, in an all too human gesture.

The man leapt into the air, clapping his heels together, and twirling in place.

“Can we ride the horsies? Can we? Can we P-L-E-A-S-E Beleeara?!”, the man pleaded, in a high pitched voice.

The cat groaned at the wheedling sound. It unclasped its ears, and for the first time stared intently at the witch hunters, focusing on the horses.

Horses. Yes, they would prove most useful.

Von Malksing blinked.

Had the cat just spoken?

It was late, he was weary, and they had just fought a terrible battle. Yes that must be it, he was delusional after the day’s arduous events.

All was forgotten when the cat raised its tail, a gleaming pendant hung, tied to the cat’s tail. Light seemed to swirl within the pendant’s depths, enrapturing the witch hunters, even the horses began to breathe slowly, the entirety of their focus on the sparkling pendant.

Ffft, fftt, fft. The pendant flicked back and forth with every slight twitch of the cat’s tail. Light glimmered and wove, twisting and contorting within the pendant with every swing. There was a brilliant flash of light.

You shall serve us now, beasts of the earth.

The horses bucked and leapt under their riders. Witch hunters were flung into the woods, other held on for dear life. Neighing turned to roars, bones thickened, skin hardened, horns and bone spikes ripped out of the horses flesh. Their hoofs split into three segments, elongating and sharpening into talons. The transformation complete, the horses were nightmarish constructs, the last of the witch hunters hurled to the ground. In barely contained fury, the creatures growled and clawed at the ground.

The lunatic jumped on the still bucking back of a horse, laughing ecstatically, riding the horses bucking with ease.

“Come on Beleeara, we’re going to miss the fun! They’re waiting for us!”, the fool whined.
The cat leapt onto the back of another horse, curling up in the crook of the beats back, between two jutting shoulder blades.

The maniac leapt into the air and brought his foot down right between the horses shoulder blades, hard. The horses let out a roar, and pitched forward at an alarming rate.

“WEEE!”, the fool screamed in a painful falsetto.

The other horses followed suite. Unprepared for the sudden burst of speed, the black cat was nearly thrown off the horse. Its eyes opened wide in dismay, it screeched, digging its claws in the horses tough hide searching for purchase.

Its claws caught on the horse's rear, the sudden loss of momentum swinging the cat into the horse's haunches.

“Isn’t this fun Beleeara?”, the man said happily.

The cat clung on for dear life hissing indignantly. The form of Nexeternus loomed in the distance.
 

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RE: TVC - Supplemental Piece - An Unlikely Duo

The peasants went about their dreary task of rebuilding the town. Building had been destroyed, debris lay scattered everywhere after the recent battle. The heavy foot falls of what seemed to be two creatures permeated the air. The peasants paused in their tasks, looking for the source of the sound.

A beast, vaguely resembling a horse, raced into the town, intermixing neighs and roars, before stopping in the middle of the assembled peasants.

“Seeee. I told you Beleeara, I told you they were waiting for us”, a strange man standing atop one of the creatures said in a childish voice.

A second identical creature bolted into the town, coming to an abrupt stop. A black shape clung desperately to the horses rear, and when the horse stopped suddenly, it was dislodged and went flying through the air. The villagers could clearly discern now that it was a black cat. It hissed as it flew through the air, its fur sticking on end. It twisted in the air colliding with the black clad stranger.

He dipped gracefully catching the cat on his shoulder, yet the cat was in no mood for such decencies and dug its claws into the man, hissing fiercely.

The man leapt off of the construct, landing lightly on the ground. The impact threw the cat’s head into the man’s shoulder blade, eliciting a pained meow from the helpless creature.

The man leapt clapping his heels together, twirling in the air, and began dancing energetically. The cat’s eyes crossed, it let out a stream of warbling moans before clamping its eyes shut, and turning a slight shade of green.

The fool stopped his antics frowning, he wore a theater mask which emphasized his expressions.

“Beleeara, why won’t they dance? They are ruining the fun”, he said his voice breaking.

“WAAAAAH!”

The cat flattened its ears and shook its head vigorously from side to side. It flicked its tail up, and only then did the peasants realize that the cat had a large pendant tied to its tail. With a flick of its tail they stood up straight and tall, their muscles relaxed and limber.

The fool paused in his tantrum, to stare inquisitively at the peasants. He leapt into the air, clapping his heels together. As one the assembled peasants mirrored his actions. Laughing gleefully, the fool leapt and pranced, dancing down the road, through the town. More and more peasants joined the procession, their ranks swelling to the hundreds. They leapt, and wove, and danced, mirroring the actions of the fool.

He laughed merrily.

“You see Beleeara the fun, if only we had music too!”

An odd tune began to fill the air, mimicking the eclectic nature of the dancers. The fool was lost in his ecstasy, deaf to the stream of curses in a hundred different foul languages, invoking dozens of dark gods, which streamed from the black cat’s mouth. As he tried to hold down his most recent meal.

The shape of Nexeternus grew rapidly in the distance.
 

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RE: TVC - Supplemental Piece - An Unlikely Duo

A menagerie of dancing peasants led by an illustrious fool, with a hissing black cat clinging desparately to his shoulder, came to a halt within the clearing.

So ridiculous was the spectacle that the many spirits flitting through the clearing, answering a magical summons, paused in their tracks.

As the Fool came to a stop, his face contorted into a frowning, saddened expression, Beleeara leapt off his shoulder, landing in a crumpled mound.

The Fool fell to the ground, his arms and legs flailing wildly, his words incoherent between the screams and snuffles. Beleeara ignored his wayward companion, focusing on shutting out the spinning world around him and his queasy stomach. The specters began moving once more towards Nexeternus, the magical compulsion over riding their astonishment.

As the spirits passed the black cat’s ears perked up, as he took notice of the mass of specters. The wizard had briefly flirted experimenting on spirits, lacking the magical prowess to summon them en masse, his experiments were understandably limited. Yet, he had concluded that the specters of the dead possessed some remnant of their past psyche, and it was this which, when summoned, crafted their ethereal form.

Curious, the black cat began swing its gleaming pendant. The spirits, compelled by a far more immediate force, halted and swayed slightly, as if afflicted by a breeze which only they could perceive. The Fool’s tantrum crescendoed, his screams rising in pitch.

Enamored by the prospective of new insight, the cat flicked its tail, sending the obedient specters over to the calmly awaiting peasants.

Lacking a distinct will of their own they are little more than slaves.

The spirits seemed to waver as they made contact with the peasant’s flesh, before slipping into them.

The peasant’s flesh seemed to warp, rippling and distorting. Flesh ebbed and flowed, as malleable as clay, contorting into new forms. The peasant closest to Beleeara assumed the form of a hysterical jester. Laughing loudly, he popped his head off and rolled it across his back and arm before tossing it into the air. The head continued to laugh explosively, albeit eerily, as it was bounced betweeen other jesters.

The dance troupe of former peasants were now as varied as they were mad. Some carried jeering pumpkin heads in the crook of their arm. Others soared low to the ground on ragged wings, whilst others, partially transfigured into animals, stalked on many spider legs cackling madly. The jubilant dance troupe leapt and frolicked, ecstatic and insane.

Hmm, interesting. The perception of the maddened peasants transcends to the specters, which lend them their forms.

A neighing, previously lost in the raucous, caught Beleeara’s attention. In the trees a misshapen coach stood, two exhausted horses lying on the ground beside the coach. Moments later the two horses were cast in a bestial light, clawing at the ground with vicious talons, roaring at their bondage. Beleeara leapt, alighting atop the black coach. With a flick of his tail a peasant bounded over to the coach striding atop the coach. His head was that of a pumpkin, his attire a pinstriped coachmen’s suit, an meticulous and elegantly pointed goatee gracing where his chin would be. Cracking abnormally long fingered hands, he grabbed the reins.

The coach wheeled out of the trees into the clearing. The troupe encircled it, dancing exuberantly as the coach made its way down the road. Beleeara curled up atop the coach, the Fool had ceased his antics and had joined the revelry. Finally attaining a semblance of peace, Beleeara closed his eyes, mind whirling with the implications of this most recent discovery, before drifting off to much needed sleep and reprieve.
 

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The gargoyles sneered, their sharp glares piercing into the travelers’ souls. The peasants were silent, the still air stifling them. All cast furtive glances into the shadows, huddling together in the sudden cold, treading softly, all save the black cat. Its eyes were cold and dissecting, consuming the hopes of those who dared look unto their depths, unto the void itself. The gothic buildings stretched up into the night sky, muddying the light of the heavens, shrouding the alley in twilight.

The shadows writhed and coiled on the periphery of vision. Tendrils of darkness reached threateningly, seductively to enrapture, and shriveling from sight. The deafening silence tore the mind asunder. The still air crushed their weary bodies into the dust. Echoes of insanity, of depravity, ruptured their eardrums, blood trickled down jaws, dripping upon cobblestone street, the solemn drumbeat unto damnation. Hours past, hours before the pulsing began.

On the edge of perception, it tantalized the senses with the allure of its mystery, yet aura horrified the soul. Whispering, on the precipice of understanding, the secrets of the mind. As it crescendoed the pulsing became coherent, became repulsive. Every ripple clawed rents in reality, repelling their every step, making their skin crawl.

They emerged from the alley into a small courtyard. The thinnest of gusts passed through the courtyard, the lover’s caress, it pierced flesh and bone, body and soul.

A massive arch lay ahead, its engraved ruins gouged out the eyes, it loomed upward consuming the heavens, its reach infinite. Beyond the portal the void beckoned, sweet oblivion devoured thought, emotion bled away.

The black cat leapt down from atop the coach, stalking through the gate, unfettered by the raking claws of the void. Beyond the arch, a mighty gate lay beyond opening at the black cat’s mere presence.

Not five minutes had passed as they had raced through the city.
 

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RE: TVC - Supplemental Piece - An Unlikely Duo

He padded over cold stone, his eyes raking the walls. The bowels of the beast, the heart of the labyrinthine, the walls pulsed and warped with insanity, the chaos of the mind given form. A short pedestal rose in the center of the chamber, the black cat alighted upon it, sitting on his haunches.

This was the dark, cold heart, and he, he was its brain. It responded to his return, dark energy crackled through the walls, walls rippling with the thousand faced psyche, every emotion, every state of mind. Arcane machinery deep within the labyrinthine groaned to life, awakened from the centuries long slumber. Sparks shot across the beast’s nerve conduits, shooting under doors, rousing the terrors and repressed nightmares which lay in the deepest chasms.

Beleeara piercing glare bit through stone and madness alike, the walls falling away, the entirety of the great complex his to examine. Peasants scuttled like rodents, their minds ravaged by the unholy abode, racing between pools of shadows, trying to escape their minds.

A howling gale rose from the blighted institution, blowing across the Border Princes, its cry echoed by the depraved and insane. They came in droves, swarming the city, the shadows bustled with activity. Yet would have spared a thought to the dismal place, if any had the audacity to sneak within, they would have merely questioned their vision, for the shadows writhed.

None would have suspected that the dark place had returned to life. The mind, its master had returned. The moon wreathed herself in clouds, fearful of the hungrily growing void.

The wizard had returned.
 
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