Daubeny Family/Duncan/Corruption at it’s Finest

Corruption at its Finest

Duncan crept into the City of Keffa it was not the first time he had come here, to spit on this “oh so hallowed ground.”

He almost missed the sight of all the undead, at least when the dead ruled the city it was an fun place to visit and hunt.

Duncan looked around, no hunting for him this night, he pulled his hood over his head and he pulled up the cloth around his mouth.

He slowly lowered himself from the rooftop he was hiding on top of, he thanked the dark bear moonless sky.

He dropped to the alley way, this is where he met the old man, fine memories.

He sniffed, yes he could feel it, the stench of Magic and faith stung his nostrils, he peered around the corner, disgusted to see the Temple to Obeah flourishing, he should have killed more priests last time he was here.

He has work to do, slowly he reached into his satchel and retrieved a small hammer with nails. He also pulled a sheet of semi colourful paper, he effortlessly lightly tapped the nail into place and stabbed the paper so it hung on the nail.

The paper was a depiction of a grey and featureless man, with a ? for a face, surrounding him was fire and women, the women possessed deathly pale skin and glowing red eyes, not u like Duncan himself he thought for a moment, which made sense as he did threaten and torment the artist who made all 800 copies of the paper, he did kill the artist after though, Master wouldn’t want a trail left.

He noticed his favourite detail about the picture, each woman had daemon horns protruding from their heads, they were small and almost cute.

Duncan admired the words, written in such a basic manner most commoners could read them.

It promoted joining the Netherworld and seeking your soul into damnation with promise of women and untold power and riches, it also promised flavoured Biscuits and offered a deity so to contact the Daemons to inquire about the offer. Duncan snickered, even if no one accepted the offer and destroyed the papers he knew the looks on their faces would be worth it.

He had time but not much, Duncan crept throughout the City over the course of the next five hours, he nailed and planted 789 out of his 800 copies, though he lost about 10 when the guards almost spotted him, thankfully they fell into a brazier and burnt, a shame but it was better then being discovered early.

He had a gamble but he knew it would be worth it, he crept into the light outside the Temple.

He pulled down the hood and cloth around his face, he focused on slowing down the infernal power in his veins, his eyes went back to their original brown.

Duncan simply walked into the temple, Boeing to priests, mumbling Praise Obeah in greetings, he snuck around, he thought he saw Valian, no nonsense, Abigail killed that old Watch Dog back at Sunstone.

He found the office of the Grand Mistress, surprisingly empty and unguarded, Duncan grinned and left a copy on the desk.

He heard footsteps and voices approach, he opened a window and slowly slid out, his feet timidly touching the roof, he got a grip and then slowly lowered himself, it was not long before he was on the ground again, he pulled up his hood and cloth and ran back off, to plant the remaining 19 out of his 800, after all he was keeping one for himself, he thought he heard a shout and grimaced, he saw two guards running towards Duncan sighed and ran, quickly losing the guards in the streets, he ran into a man, he looked old and ferocious, a warrior if Duncan had ever seen one, he noticed more and more Obian Nobility around, Duncan panicked “AKKAN, NO!” He screamed, he tossed the hammer at the warrior man, and sprinted to the right quickly pulling himself up onto the roof, he felt a hand grab his foot and Duncan kicked the person in the face, he leapt up onto the roof and took an arrow into his shoulder, he screamed out and ran, quickly as he could, he knew from the arrows firing up at him that he was being followed, Duncan leapt from a high rooftop onto the walls of the city, the guards were caught off guard and Duncan jumped off the walls to his certain death.

Die he did but he knew that all he would feel was a moment of cold then heat and he would rise again, in truth only five minutes passed before his body has mended to allow him to flee again, it wasn’t perfect but it rarely was, he got up and then saw lights rushing towards him or rather where he fell, Duncan felt a arrow whizz past his head, Duncan took that as his cue to turn and sprinted off into the the countryside, he knew they wouldn’t follow him forever.