The Devil Came Down To Konats(OPEN) Mar 25, 2017 6:27:22 GMT
Post by Mammon on Mar 25, 2017 6:27:22 GMT
The Devil Came Down To Konats
Building Sand Castles
Building Sand Castles
The sun beat down on a long stretch of desert, making the grains under foot red hot with the omnipresent heat in this sea of sand. He lounged in what could only be described as some kind of old temple, its purpose long forgotten in times gone the remains all but picked clean by the ravages of the elements leaving all but one building remaining half sunken into the dunes. He lay atop a bed of cushions stretching out with well-practiced apathy, who knew it was this tiring looking for ancient wizard treasure you'd think they'd be more considerate and leave it out in the open. But no, here he was in the middle of nowhere on this dust ball looking for ancient Kashvar artifacts and he hadn't even found one magic lamp yet.
So here he sat, well it would be a disservice to say he was sitting on his hand's and waiting for the night when it wasn't so ass blisteringly hot, he was relaxing on a bed of cushions he had procured from his ship and was wearing a loose fitting outfit the kind that goes with the words 'sultan' 'prince of the dunes' or 'desert rich man'. It had black sashes that crisscrossed his waist and gold that ran its length with ripe red gems, that if he stood in the sun he would shine and very likely blind everyone in a five-foot radius of him. He was fulfilling every Arabian Nights trope he could, now all he needed was thirty-nine thieves or was it forty thieves and he'd be done. Tho what mostly spoiled this look was the horns that topped his head like a crown of ivory, and eye's that were red as the pits of hell. Can't do everything right can you?
"Bored." he bemoaned digging his hand into the sand, he shoveled it into two piles and made a complex gesture with his hand and breathed in and breathed out giving the breath of life to the sand, or at least a tiny fragment of his Ki which was anything but true life just puppets on a string and incredibly short strings at that, but then again wasn't that true of real life? Questions for later. They began to form small figurines without fine detail so only tiny silhouettes in the sand, he pointed at the two formations of sand people and brought them togeather instantly they lurched forward like jerky claymation they walked with a spasmodic movement to their step, something that betrayed their unlife even more than their appearance. They fought waging a tiny sandy war for the amusement of their creator.
When one side would fall he'd raise another, and again and again until even this slaughter of small people left him numb, he was left drawing lines in the sand figuratively and literally. "Again."