Cylus 5, Arc 721
Sometimes, Victor Amielle, the younger brother of the Lord of Lysoria, once a scholar of magic and a researcher of unusual phenomena and now a Warlock of the Syns and a citizen of Melrath, could not help but wonder if he was losing his mind. He had already doubted his sanity after the Aberrant that he had had a brief, ill-fated romance with had been executed, and then again during his imprisonment in Niflheim, but he had never suffered any visual hallucinations before.
But then again, he considered as he looked at the small jester puppet that was sitting on the kitchen counter, staring at him from out of lifeless eyes, unmoving, perhaps someone was simply messing with him. It had started after Yeva, Woe and Balthazar, his future initiate, had fought the Mountain Induk Ornthus in Scalvoris. He had first seen it during that spirit party, when he had participated in one of the numerous games.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and then another one and another one, trying to block out all thoughts, trying to redirect his focus and make himself relax, but he didn’t quite manage, and when he opened his eyes again, the strange puppet was still there, still as unmoving as before. He turned around abruptly and left the kitchen where he had planned on making breakfast for himself again as he was not in the mood for food anymore. Fortunately, the puppet did not follow him into the living room – he could at least not see it anymore.
When he returned to the kitchen a little later, compelled by his stomach that had started to growl, the counter was empty, as if the puppet had never been there in the first place. He approached it, hesitantly, wondering whether it might show up again the moment that he came too close and let his hand glide across the wooden surface, slowly and carefully, looking for a hint of something invisible. Neither his touch nor his Gleam Sight – an ability granted to him by the Syns – revealed anything unusual though. He sighed with relief.
He withdrew his hand again, filled the teapot with water, started to make tea and finally prepared his breakfast. As he took a bite off of the slice of bread with butter and raspberry jam, he gradually started to feel better, and calmer, although he still cast a glance at the counter every now and then. Fortunately, his entirely unwelcome companion did not show itself anymore. Maybe he thought, preferring to be hopeful in that regard – he had already had too many bad experiences in his life - that had been the last time that he had seen it.
Eventually, he finished eating, cleaned the dishes – he always did so immediately after he had eaten – and made his way into the living room once more, in order to sit down at his desk and write. He had acquired a number of books recently, on the history, geography and culture of Melrath. He had learned some things since he had moved there, but he wanted to familiarize himself with his new home as best as he could; and besides, his little private research project would hopefully distract him from the puppet for good.
Sometimes, Victor Amielle, the younger brother of the Lord of Lysoria, once a scholar of magic and a researcher of unusual phenomena and now a Warlock of the Syns and a citizen of Melrath, could not help but wonder if he was losing his mind. He had already doubted his sanity after the Aberrant that he had had a brief, ill-fated romance with had been executed, and then again during his imprisonment in Niflheim, but he had never suffered any visual hallucinations before.
But then again, he considered as he looked at the small jester puppet that was sitting on the kitchen counter, staring at him from out of lifeless eyes, unmoving, perhaps someone was simply messing with him. It had started after Yeva, Woe and Balthazar, his future initiate, had fought the Mountain Induk Ornthus in Scalvoris. He had first seen it during that spirit party, when he had participated in one of the numerous games.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and then another one and another one, trying to block out all thoughts, trying to redirect his focus and make himself relax, but he didn’t quite manage, and when he opened his eyes again, the strange puppet was still there, still as unmoving as before. He turned around abruptly and left the kitchen where he had planned on making breakfast for himself again as he was not in the mood for food anymore. Fortunately, the puppet did not follow him into the living room – he could at least not see it anymore.
When he returned to the kitchen a little later, compelled by his stomach that had started to growl, the counter was empty, as if the puppet had never been there in the first place. He approached it, hesitantly, wondering whether it might show up again the moment that he came too close and let his hand glide across the wooden surface, slowly and carefully, looking for a hint of something invisible. Neither his touch nor his Gleam Sight – an ability granted to him by the Syns – revealed anything unusual though. He sighed with relief.
He withdrew his hand again, filled the teapot with water, started to make tea and finally prepared his breakfast. As he took a bite off of the slice of bread with butter and raspberry jam, he gradually started to feel better, and calmer, although he still cast a glance at the counter every now and then. Fortunately, his entirely unwelcome companion did not show itself anymore. Maybe he thought, preferring to be hopeful in that regard – he had already had too many bad experiences in his life - that had been the last time that he had seen it.
Eventually, he finished eating, cleaned the dishes – he always did so immediately after he had eaten – and made his way into the living room once more, in order to sit down at his desk and write. He had acquired a number of books recently, on the history, geography and culture of Melrath. He had learned some things since he had moved there, but he wanted to familiarize himself with his new home as best as he could; and besides, his little private research project would hopefully distract him from the puppet for good.
Notes
The puppet is a consequence from this thread.