Post by Trinea on Oct 10, 2010 9:20:18 GMT -5
((I apologize in advance for the poor quality. This is mostly to record Grim's latest (and probably first actual) evil deed. Erier, if I've gone too far, let me know and I'll fix it up. Or erase it altogether; entirely up to you.))
Ovni Reth'kha was walking herself right into Adrian Grimholdt's hands, and she knew it. Oh, if only she realized what a cruel master she was putting herself in service to.
His words and expression had been kind and sweet for once as he convinced the compliant orc to allow him access to her book of notes and chronicles of her days. He had given her the valuable tool, after all. Not until tonight had he thought to take this rare act of altruism he had done and turn it towards the person who TRULY deserved it: Himself, of course.
The wretched Blackblood had taken up much of his time, and tempted his hand on more than one occasion. He could have killed her so easily; she would have taken it, too! And yet, he spared her. Now he knew why. Truly, he was a wise and frugal man to obtain such an uncommonly faithful servant. And best of all, she was an orc. She must have been the only member of her race that knew her purpose: To serve mankind in reparation for the sins of her people.
Ovni willingly let him alter her notes. The poor fool didn't even realize the malice in his intent. Adrian knew he was no skilled liar; she must have just been that simple-minded. For that, he reasoned, she would make a good servant. He didn't need to work very hard at the alterations; just an added note here and there, a bit of self-aggrandizing in the profile she had written about him, and a record of a directive for her to follow in that day's chronicle.
The directive came first.
In the style of Ovni's handwriting, and beginning the entry as she had begun most of the others, he wrote,
" ... I have finally been given my desperately-awaited chance to serve my liege, Lord Grimholdt. I am so unworthy and underserving of him. It is a miracle from Ereph that I am given this golden opportunity to show what little adequacy I do possess.
He has kindly ignored my incompetence and finally accepted my servitude, but I am thus far unable to help directly. He has simply asked that I await orders. He is going to find a way for me to serve him, that he may be freed from my shameful kin. My heart grows heavy to think of all that my unclean race has done to him. I pity him so; and yet, he is so selfless in his kindness towards me. Saving my life, giving me this book in which I now write; I owe him this much.
I am to maintain vigilance and obtain any books concerning foul warlockery, that I may help him to be freed from the monster that does so wrongfully control him by day. It is the least that I may do, and I long for the day that he will give me more ways to serve him. May I fulfill my purpose and never stop serving him until I die."
Satisfied with this part, he feigned to have remembered an error, and went back to other sections of the book to alter them. He found an entry that had been written after a rather unsuccessful day in battle and wrote at the end,
"My ineptitude wracks my very soul. I am so worthless! Lord Grimholdt will never benefit from my service. Why he tolerates me, I will never know. No; I cannot give up! I must repay him for all the good he has done, and all the evil my kind have done him! I will earn some atom of worth through serving him!"
And lastly, he edited the section on himself. It didn't take much; just adding in at the end that she was glad to have sworn herself to him. She was his unwavering, eternal servant, and he was her liege lord. He was kind enough to allow her to live her life normally, if only she would answer his rare calls for her service. After all, he couldn't be troubled TOO often by one such as her; she would only get in the way.
Adrian felt quite satisfied with himself as he shut the book and returned it to Ovni, a kind smile on his macabre and usually cruel visage. It was strange. He ALMOST felt bad for Ovni, who was entirely too trusting of a man who harbored nothing but hatred for her kind. Oh well. He reasoned that he was fulfilling his burden as a civilized and noble man by showing her the error of her ways. Only if more orcs became like her could Azeroth, the rightful and exclusive home of humanity and elven kind, ever be a good place to live again.
He was doing her a service. He was doing the WORLD a service.
...Why then did he feel like he was emulating someone most distasteful, in that moment? Why the sudden twinge of anger? Why the sudden desire to go find and beat the nearest drunkard? ...Why the cold, lonely feeling? Why did he feel so small?
He forced it all away as Ovni spoke to him again. He simply imagined having her throw her life on the line for him, and the sweet, sweet justice of seeing her free him from Soulfrost only to be cloven in two by an unknown force. With precious visions of Ovni's blood splattering across the courtyard of the Ruins, Adrian was able to focus on his vital work of freeing himself; now, with Ovni's help.
Ovni Reth'kha was walking herself right into Adrian Grimholdt's hands, and she knew it. Oh, if only she realized what a cruel master she was putting herself in service to.
His words and expression had been kind and sweet for once as he convinced the compliant orc to allow him access to her book of notes and chronicles of her days. He had given her the valuable tool, after all. Not until tonight had he thought to take this rare act of altruism he had done and turn it towards the person who TRULY deserved it: Himself, of course.
The wretched Blackblood had taken up much of his time, and tempted his hand on more than one occasion. He could have killed her so easily; she would have taken it, too! And yet, he spared her. Now he knew why. Truly, he was a wise and frugal man to obtain such an uncommonly faithful servant. And best of all, she was an orc. She must have been the only member of her race that knew her purpose: To serve mankind in reparation for the sins of her people.
Ovni willingly let him alter her notes. The poor fool didn't even realize the malice in his intent. Adrian knew he was no skilled liar; she must have just been that simple-minded. For that, he reasoned, she would make a good servant. He didn't need to work very hard at the alterations; just an added note here and there, a bit of self-aggrandizing in the profile she had written about him, and a record of a directive for her to follow in that day's chronicle.
The directive came first.
In the style of Ovni's handwriting, and beginning the entry as she had begun most of the others, he wrote,
" ... I have finally been given my desperately-awaited chance to serve my liege, Lord Grimholdt. I am so unworthy and underserving of him. It is a miracle from Ereph that I am given this golden opportunity to show what little adequacy I do possess.
He has kindly ignored my incompetence and finally accepted my servitude, but I am thus far unable to help directly. He has simply asked that I await orders. He is going to find a way for me to serve him, that he may be freed from my shameful kin. My heart grows heavy to think of all that my unclean race has done to him. I pity him so; and yet, he is so selfless in his kindness towards me. Saving my life, giving me this book in which I now write; I owe him this much.
I am to maintain vigilance and obtain any books concerning foul warlockery, that I may help him to be freed from the monster that does so wrongfully control him by day. It is the least that I may do, and I long for the day that he will give me more ways to serve him. May I fulfill my purpose and never stop serving him until I die."
Satisfied with this part, he feigned to have remembered an error, and went back to other sections of the book to alter them. He found an entry that had been written after a rather unsuccessful day in battle and wrote at the end,
"My ineptitude wracks my very soul. I am so worthless! Lord Grimholdt will never benefit from my service. Why he tolerates me, I will never know. No; I cannot give up! I must repay him for all the good he has done, and all the evil my kind have done him! I will earn some atom of worth through serving him!"
And lastly, he edited the section on himself. It didn't take much; just adding in at the end that she was glad to have sworn herself to him. She was his unwavering, eternal servant, and he was her liege lord. He was kind enough to allow her to live her life normally, if only she would answer his rare calls for her service. After all, he couldn't be troubled TOO often by one such as her; she would only get in the way.
Adrian felt quite satisfied with himself as he shut the book and returned it to Ovni, a kind smile on his macabre and usually cruel visage. It was strange. He ALMOST felt bad for Ovni, who was entirely too trusting of a man who harbored nothing but hatred for her kind. Oh well. He reasoned that he was fulfilling his burden as a civilized and noble man by showing her the error of her ways. Only if more orcs became like her could Azeroth, the rightful and exclusive home of humanity and elven kind, ever be a good place to live again.
He was doing her a service. He was doing the WORLD a service.
...Why then did he feel like he was emulating someone most distasteful, in that moment? Why the sudden twinge of anger? Why the sudden desire to go find and beat the nearest drunkard? ...Why the cold, lonely feeling? Why did he feel so small?
He forced it all away as Ovni spoke to him again. He simply imagined having her throw her life on the line for him, and the sweet, sweet justice of seeing her free him from Soulfrost only to be cloven in two by an unknown force. With precious visions of Ovni's blood splattering across the courtyard of the Ruins, Adrian was able to focus on his vital work of freeing himself; now, with Ovni's help.
