I'm hungry. [OPEN ; INCOMPLETE]
WHO: Richard, a poor NPC, and whoever would like to watch the show!
WHAT: Richard is bored and likes to kill things. Therefore, he is going to become un-bored by killing things.
WHERE: Market District.
WHEN: Evening.
The marketplace was thankfully empty around this time of night. The vendors had all packed up and returned home for a quite evening, leaving Richard the opportunity to, well. Kill a few things. Whatever happened to wander by, as it were.
Tonight, it had been a charming young woman. A curvy, dark-haired peasant. Her name was something like Mary, but maybe a bit more like "Susan" with a dash of "Joshua." He preferred "Grade-A Top Choice Meat," but you know, beggars can't be choosers.
In any case, she'd been easy enough to convince that he was a wizard from the future and that if she stepped onto this here platform he would read her future and she'd have the chance to win A BRAND NEW YACHT! Complete with man-servants and a jacuzzi! (No purchase necessary. Please see contest rules for details.)
After that, getting her tied to the pole was a piece of metaphorical cake. Delicious metaphorical cake. Triple chocolate.
"Let me count the ways I love thee," Richard cooed poetically to the terrified woman tied to the pole in front of him. "One: Your head on a platter." He tightened the knot behind her, fastening it into a neat bow. "Two: Barbecued, three: marinated in the blood of a virgin--"
The woman began to plead and cry.
Well. That wouldn't do.
Terrified meat was delicious, but only when it retained moisture. "You shouldn't look so sad. I'm a great chef," he reassured her as he shoved an apple into her mouth, his bright yellow eyes wide with feigned sincerity. "You'll be delicious, trust me."
WHAT: Richard is bored and likes to kill things. Therefore, he is going to become un-bored by killing things.
WHERE: Market District.
WHEN: Evening.
The marketplace was thankfully empty around this time of night. The vendors had all packed up and returned home for a quite evening, leaving Richard the opportunity to, well. Kill a few things. Whatever happened to wander by, as it were.
Tonight, it had been a charming young woman. A curvy, dark-haired peasant. Her name was something like Mary, but maybe a bit more like "Susan" with a dash of "Joshua." He preferred "Grade-A Top Choice Meat," but you know, beggars can't be choosers.
In any case, she'd been easy enough to convince that he was a wizard from the future and that if she stepped onto this here platform he would read her future and she'd have the chance to win A BRAND NEW YACHT! Complete with man-servants and a jacuzzi! (No purchase necessary. Please see contest rules for details.)
After that, getting her tied to the pole was a piece of metaphorical cake. Delicious metaphorical cake. Triple chocolate.
"Let me count the ways I love thee," Richard cooed poetically to the terrified woman tied to the pole in front of him. "One: Your head on a platter." He tightened the knot behind her, fastening it into a neat bow. "Two: Barbecued, three: marinated in the blood of a virgin--"
The woman began to plead and cry.
Well. That wouldn't do.
Terrified meat was delicious, but only when it retained moisture. "You shouldn't look so sad. I'm a great chef," he reassured her as he shoved an apple into her mouth, his bright yellow eyes wide with feigned sincerity. "You'll be delicious, trust me."