Post by Tarion Konat on Oct 25, 2016 2:30:33 GMT
The prince had little time to get ready for his meeting. He was to go out just before sunset, to meet with a low level senator who was rapidly losing power in the shifting world of Konatasian politics.
Rolling on his bed lazily, the spoiled twenty something began to shout for his slaves. "Someone ought to come dress me in the next five minutes or there will be heads rolling!" The brutal prince warned with a shout.
The young man lay there with his hands behind his head, his thick black hair slightly frizzed from the static of his pillow. The man was almost entirely naked, as he always was around his castle, much to the blushing dismay of his female servants. His room was furnished with the finest mahogany, and each wall was almost entirely covered in massive flat carved gemstones that served as mirrors. It was a room large enough to be a small house, and far too large for a single man to occupy. His possessions were at the moment carelessly tossed on the floor for his servants to take care of later.
But there had been so few servants about since his father's power had been taken away. Being demoted from a Prince to a senator's son was bad enough, but it seemed there was no place for any politicians except puppets under the rule of the metal men. Tarion still lived a life of complete luxury, his parents massive wealth and influence still awarded him that, but he was dreadfully low on servants and was missing the control he formerly held over the royal guard. The Prince was essentially an overgrown child without his toys.
Quickly after his initial order, two young poor Konatasion boys rushed in frantically, one with a plate of grapes and the other with a shining golden blade. "We're so sorry for the delay," the one holding the broadsword began, with the other finishing his sentence "We just assumed you would want something to eat while you were dressing, Master Konat."
In an unexpected moment of forgiveness, the prince simply nodded his head vainly. "Good thinking," he said shortly, and signaled with a snap that the two should begin dressing and feeding him. The frantic young lads, one with teal blue hair and the other with a rather putrid green, immediately got to work on their tasks. The green haired child began plucking grapes off one by one and feeding them to the relaxing prince as the blue haired youngster scrambled to prepare the royal heir's typical garb. The prince refused to go out in any less than a silken spandex undergarment, and full armor, adorned entirely with various belt buckles and weighted shoulder pads.
As the servants began to pull the prince into his clothing, he of course made no effort to help them, lying limp as a dead body as he contemplated the business he was to be taking care of tonight. The servants soon slipped on his belt and thigh plates, and pulled the large pearl chest plate over his arms, fastening it on with two buckles. They then slipped on his calf and forearm braces, before finally slipping the sandals onto his feet. As the prince stood up, the two children each struggled to strap on the final pieces of the ensemble: two weighted shoulder pads, each with a rich red cloth draping from behind regally.
Eating one final grape from the hand of his servant, Tarion finally began to stretch out, cracking his neck and walking over to his favorite diamond mirror. He admired his massive sculpted frame for a few moments. Although the prince was actually incredibly physically weak, his natural genetics somehow seemed to give him a herculean body for a Konatasian. He had never questioned it before in his life, simply assumed it was one of the many facets of his uniqueness and perfection.
"Get out," he said as he took the golden heirloom blade off of the crimson pillow which it was offered on. He didn't even bother to look behind him as he made the order, simply making eye contact through the mirror was enough. "Get my guards ready." The prince couldn't help but let a faint grin slip across his face as the two boys fled the room respectfully but with incredible fear. He may not be able to pit the Konatasian guard against each other anymore, but at least he would always have his servants to torture.
The young man brought the golden blade up from his side, allowing it to shimmer in the torchlight. He swung it back and forth a few times, admiring the weight and judicial aura of the blade. It was a symbol of Konatasian royalty for generations, and he insisted on bringing it with him on meetings. These greenhorn associates would know for certain he was not merely the son of some nobody senator. He was a prince and they were his subjects.
Finally, Tarion sheathed the blade on his back and set out from his room, heading down the three flights of tower stairs and across the grand banquet hall. As he walked, several slaves were constantly on standby with food and drink, following at a respectable distance. His father would have never approved of this sort of treatment of the people, at least not openly, but now the Prince was living in his own castle, by his own rules. Two armored guards, outfitted in pearly armor similar to his sans some of the glitz, greeted him at the gate. Each one was shorter than him and less impressive looking, with their neon hair covered entirely by headgear, but they were both quite a bit more powerful than the Prince, and so he brought them.
Tarion paused at his gate, looking around with delight at the splendor and lavishness of his castle. The banquet hall was decked with gold; slaves bustled all around anxiously, with fear in their eyes and hearts. Guards tended to his every whim, and women waited for his return in his chamber. Each one of his servants dreamed of the life he had, and politicians and townsfolk alike would do anything to gain his favor.
The Prince took a deep breath of fresh air. He was so fucking unsatisfied.
Finally, Tarion took the streets of Konats. Walking briskly down the steps from the castle, his guards followed close by, one at either side as they crossed the grassy landscape towards the town square, where he was to meet with the senator and discuss a council investigation into a corrupt low level official.
None of it really mattered. A bunch of old men in robes pretending they were kings of the world, when in reality, the council had less power than it had ever had before. Every once in a while Tarion would humor them and come to their little boys clubs in the town square where they solved minor inconsequential disputes between relatively wealthy townspeople, like glorified county judges. Whatever made them feel like they still had some sort of control over their rapidly shifting political sphere.
Tarion's sandals made almost no sound as he walked over the cobblestone pathways of the town square. On each side of the street there were elevated wooden marketplaces and houses, taverns and inns, and occasionally a casino or blacksmith. The prince was headed specifically to one inn which had a special room that the council rented out every week for meetings. Incredible how an oligarchy that had once controlled the fate of the planet was now confined to renting out a hotel basement.
As the prince walked through the street, the somewhat populated area would always part ways to make room for him and his entourage. The golden blade was enough to draw crowds of awe, and the prince's impressive size and unique black hair was another enticing attraction. Whenever Tarion was in public he continued to act rather royal; he was constantly greeting subjects, kissing babies, shaking hands, and generally pretending he was responsible for any good that happened in the lives of the common folk.
As he passed through the streets he was met with the encouraging words of praise from the konatasians and graciously accepted it before finally turning the corner to the inn where the meeting was located. The Prince strutted in the door with a air of confidence. "All right then, let's get this over with." he sighed as he walked in the door, talking to the inn keeper without even giving him the respect of looking him in the eyes. He quickly caught himself and regained his civility. "Politicans, right? They never do anything!" He gave the inn keeper a gentle smile and the two shared a laugh.
"'Ight this way, sir!" The in keeper nodded, leading Tarion into a back room and then down a flight of stairs into a relatively dim basement, it's cobblestone walls lit by torches with a single round wooden table in the center which many elderly looking Konatasian's were already seated.
The prince looked at them questioningly. They seemed to be sitting with some sense of purpose, and they were all relatively silent when they would typically be grumbling and chatting amongst themselves. Tarion wanted to get this over as quickly as possible.
"The issues on the table, gentlemen?" He asked as he pulled out a wooden seat and sat down, his somewhat sinister voice masked by courtesy.
It felt like a god damn intervention. All of the others were sitting on one side of the table, and he was all by himself… The prince turned around to look at his guards and suddenly the door slammed shut. A brief moment of fear flashed over Tarion's body, but it was immediately replaced with a gratifying and pleasurable warmth of excitement. This was about to get good.
"Am I in trouble?" The prince asked playfully, coming to his feet. "I recommend you take your seat." said Senator Tenyon gravely, which promoted a smile and sarcastic obedience from the prince. He sat back down, and like an overgrown teenager, propped his feet up on the expensive wood. The guards took off their helmets and revealed themselves to be warriors under the training of Tenyon's son, an inquisitor. The prince knew them all by first name, and had been acquaintances with them since childhood.
"There's no getting out of this one," Tenyon began, his elderly pace quickening with each passionate word, "We've got you here now, we've got the council, and we've got the evidence—" "Evidence?" the prince interrupted, interested in which of his many schemes they'd found out. In order to stay constantly living in life of luxury, he often committed fraud in the galactic market, worked as an assassin broker, and even sold orphans from his state funded orphanage into slavery.
"Market fraud, illegitimate trade documentation, evidence of assault on immune diplomats… Not even to mention the sexual scandals, what with—" "That's enough." The prince concluded. The entire table was livid with excitement. They had finally caught the Prince in the act, after years of him being beloved by the public in spite of his illegitimate operations under the table. So why was Tarion so calm… Even bored? The Prince flicked his hair slightly and sighed. He was hoping for something more interesting, like being busted for one of his larger more complicated schemes. These geezers continued to bring up the same charges against him over and over and over and…
"If that's all there is to discuss, I'll be heading back to my estate." The Prince yawned audibly and stood up, before nodding to each of the guards, his lifelong friends. "Gentlemen."
But they didn't budge. "Excuse me." the Prince said once more insistently, and then finally prodded them with a "I've got places to be." But nothing would cause them to move an inch. His smile grew wider and wider with every second until it was a full on grin as he looked the two guards in the eyes. "Oh no!" Tarion feigned reluctance. "I guess I have no other choice!"
"Watch your step!" A violet hieroglyph of an eyeball suddenly faded into the Prince's forehead as he projected a painful telepathic message into the skulls of those around him.
Both guards suddenly dropped to their knees. In an instant, black streams of smoke had emerged from the Prince's body and formed into a demonic shape, a winged devil of a beast, seven feet tall, which immediately moved behind a guard with blinding speed.
The creature had burst its fingers through the chest of the first guard, through solid steel, and pulled out some organ, feasting on it for a millisecond before instantaneously moving to the other and decapitating him with one fell swing of the claw. It had all happened in the blink of an eye, but both of the guards were dead. Tarion looked upon the bloodied corpses. There was nothing quite like the feeling of finally ending the lives of your childhood rivals.
The creature finally moved to a halt, it's blinding speed put to rest, and it faded into view. The monster was a blackish blue draconic beast with bat wings and a sleek humanoid form with something distortedly vicious about it. It was a monster which the Konatasian people had seen many times before, as it was prone to going on rampages during specific celestial occurrences. It seemed mesmerized by something, as it's pupils were teal and dilated.
The monster, for now, was completely under the control of the prince. The Kashvar had taught him how to freely release and control his monster at will using manipulation magic. But the beast nevertheless looked hungrily at the elderly Konatasians, and would tear them to bloody pulps at a moment of permission from it's master. Tarrion pulled out the golden sword from it's sheath on his back, admiring it in the light of the moon from the window.
"Are there any other takers?" Tarion asked, genuinely hoping for an excuse to shed more blood, "Or should I be heading home now?"
Just as one of the council members was about to say something about how the Prince couldn't just keep exploiting the Konatasian people, the rays of moonlight coming in the window turned from white to purple. A constellation had lined up in the night sky of Konats, and suddenly, the monster blinked, and became awake.
"Uh oh." The prince mused, half genuinely. "You've gone and kept me in your little game for too long. Maybe this can be a little punishment for you, and you'll learn to have more respect for my time in the future." Invisible white chains around the beast's body suddenly faded into vision, and one by one the chain links began to break. "My enchantment can't hold him for much longer when he's this powerful. I sincerely hope none of you have any family living in town." Tarion relished every look of fear in the eyes of the powerless councilmen. He grinned widely and narrowed his eyes at them. "I'll be going now!"
[CELESTIAL EVENT: MONSTER UNCHAINED X11]
As Tarion walked home, his body physically shook from the pleasure of the chaos ensuing in the town. Women and children screaming, the fires lighting up the night, the vicious roaring of his unchained beast terrorizing the townspeople. The Prince finally stopped his stroll once he was back in front of his castle, and turned around to admire his handiwork. The senators at the round table were certainly dead. Nobody would ever know he was responsible.
The beast's cries could still be heard as new explosions ruptured the city walls. The prince was too far off to hear the screams of the helpless people, but he was certainly imagining their suffering in explicit detail. Tonight, at least a quarter of the city would fall, and he would make an immense profit by investing in it's reconstruction.
It was moments like these where Prince Tarion truly felt like a king.
Rolling on his bed lazily, the spoiled twenty something began to shout for his slaves. "Someone ought to come dress me in the next five minutes or there will be heads rolling!" The brutal prince warned with a shout.
The young man lay there with his hands behind his head, his thick black hair slightly frizzed from the static of his pillow. The man was almost entirely naked, as he always was around his castle, much to the blushing dismay of his female servants. His room was furnished with the finest mahogany, and each wall was almost entirely covered in massive flat carved gemstones that served as mirrors. It was a room large enough to be a small house, and far too large for a single man to occupy. His possessions were at the moment carelessly tossed on the floor for his servants to take care of later.
But there had been so few servants about since his father's power had been taken away. Being demoted from a Prince to a senator's son was bad enough, but it seemed there was no place for any politicians except puppets under the rule of the metal men. Tarion still lived a life of complete luxury, his parents massive wealth and influence still awarded him that, but he was dreadfully low on servants and was missing the control he formerly held over the royal guard. The Prince was essentially an overgrown child without his toys.
Quickly after his initial order, two young poor Konatasion boys rushed in frantically, one with a plate of grapes and the other with a shining golden blade. "We're so sorry for the delay," the one holding the broadsword began, with the other finishing his sentence "We just assumed you would want something to eat while you were dressing, Master Konat."
In an unexpected moment of forgiveness, the prince simply nodded his head vainly. "Good thinking," he said shortly, and signaled with a snap that the two should begin dressing and feeding him. The frantic young lads, one with teal blue hair and the other with a rather putrid green, immediately got to work on their tasks. The green haired child began plucking grapes off one by one and feeding them to the relaxing prince as the blue haired youngster scrambled to prepare the royal heir's typical garb. The prince refused to go out in any less than a silken spandex undergarment, and full armor, adorned entirely with various belt buckles and weighted shoulder pads.
As the servants began to pull the prince into his clothing, he of course made no effort to help them, lying limp as a dead body as he contemplated the business he was to be taking care of tonight. The servants soon slipped on his belt and thigh plates, and pulled the large pearl chest plate over his arms, fastening it on with two buckles. They then slipped on his calf and forearm braces, before finally slipping the sandals onto his feet. As the prince stood up, the two children each struggled to strap on the final pieces of the ensemble: two weighted shoulder pads, each with a rich red cloth draping from behind regally.
Eating one final grape from the hand of his servant, Tarion finally began to stretch out, cracking his neck and walking over to his favorite diamond mirror. He admired his massive sculpted frame for a few moments. Although the prince was actually incredibly physically weak, his natural genetics somehow seemed to give him a herculean body for a Konatasian. He had never questioned it before in his life, simply assumed it was one of the many facets of his uniqueness and perfection.
"Get out," he said as he took the golden heirloom blade off of the crimson pillow which it was offered on. He didn't even bother to look behind him as he made the order, simply making eye contact through the mirror was enough. "Get my guards ready." The prince couldn't help but let a faint grin slip across his face as the two boys fled the room respectfully but with incredible fear. He may not be able to pit the Konatasian guard against each other anymore, but at least he would always have his servants to torture.
The young man brought the golden blade up from his side, allowing it to shimmer in the torchlight. He swung it back and forth a few times, admiring the weight and judicial aura of the blade. It was a symbol of Konatasian royalty for generations, and he insisted on bringing it with him on meetings. These greenhorn associates would know for certain he was not merely the son of some nobody senator. He was a prince and they were his subjects.
Finally, Tarion sheathed the blade on his back and set out from his room, heading down the three flights of tower stairs and across the grand banquet hall. As he walked, several slaves were constantly on standby with food and drink, following at a respectable distance. His father would have never approved of this sort of treatment of the people, at least not openly, but now the Prince was living in his own castle, by his own rules. Two armored guards, outfitted in pearly armor similar to his sans some of the glitz, greeted him at the gate. Each one was shorter than him and less impressive looking, with their neon hair covered entirely by headgear, but they were both quite a bit more powerful than the Prince, and so he brought them.
Tarion paused at his gate, looking around with delight at the splendor and lavishness of his castle. The banquet hall was decked with gold; slaves bustled all around anxiously, with fear in their eyes and hearts. Guards tended to his every whim, and women waited for his return in his chamber. Each one of his servants dreamed of the life he had, and politicians and townsfolk alike would do anything to gain his favor.
The Prince took a deep breath of fresh air. He was so fucking unsatisfied.
Finally, Tarion took the streets of Konats. Walking briskly down the steps from the castle, his guards followed close by, one at either side as they crossed the grassy landscape towards the town square, where he was to meet with the senator and discuss a council investigation into a corrupt low level official.
None of it really mattered. A bunch of old men in robes pretending they were kings of the world, when in reality, the council had less power than it had ever had before. Every once in a while Tarion would humor them and come to their little boys clubs in the town square where they solved minor inconsequential disputes between relatively wealthy townspeople, like glorified county judges. Whatever made them feel like they still had some sort of control over their rapidly shifting political sphere.
Tarion's sandals made almost no sound as he walked over the cobblestone pathways of the town square. On each side of the street there were elevated wooden marketplaces and houses, taverns and inns, and occasionally a casino or blacksmith. The prince was headed specifically to one inn which had a special room that the council rented out every week for meetings. Incredible how an oligarchy that had once controlled the fate of the planet was now confined to renting out a hotel basement.
As the prince walked through the street, the somewhat populated area would always part ways to make room for him and his entourage. The golden blade was enough to draw crowds of awe, and the prince's impressive size and unique black hair was another enticing attraction. Whenever Tarion was in public he continued to act rather royal; he was constantly greeting subjects, kissing babies, shaking hands, and generally pretending he was responsible for any good that happened in the lives of the common folk.
As he passed through the streets he was met with the encouraging words of praise from the konatasians and graciously accepted it before finally turning the corner to the inn where the meeting was located. The Prince strutted in the door with a air of confidence. "All right then, let's get this over with." he sighed as he walked in the door, talking to the inn keeper without even giving him the respect of looking him in the eyes. He quickly caught himself and regained his civility. "Politicans, right? They never do anything!" He gave the inn keeper a gentle smile and the two shared a laugh.
"'Ight this way, sir!" The in keeper nodded, leading Tarion into a back room and then down a flight of stairs into a relatively dim basement, it's cobblestone walls lit by torches with a single round wooden table in the center which many elderly looking Konatasian's were already seated.
The prince looked at them questioningly. They seemed to be sitting with some sense of purpose, and they were all relatively silent when they would typically be grumbling and chatting amongst themselves. Tarion wanted to get this over as quickly as possible.
"The issues on the table, gentlemen?" He asked as he pulled out a wooden seat and sat down, his somewhat sinister voice masked by courtesy.
It felt like a god damn intervention. All of the others were sitting on one side of the table, and he was all by himself… The prince turned around to look at his guards and suddenly the door slammed shut. A brief moment of fear flashed over Tarion's body, but it was immediately replaced with a gratifying and pleasurable warmth of excitement. This was about to get good.
"Am I in trouble?" The prince asked playfully, coming to his feet. "I recommend you take your seat." said Senator Tenyon gravely, which promoted a smile and sarcastic obedience from the prince. He sat back down, and like an overgrown teenager, propped his feet up on the expensive wood. The guards took off their helmets and revealed themselves to be warriors under the training of Tenyon's son, an inquisitor. The prince knew them all by first name, and had been acquaintances with them since childhood.
"There's no getting out of this one," Tenyon began, his elderly pace quickening with each passionate word, "We've got you here now, we've got the council, and we've got the evidence—" "Evidence?" the prince interrupted, interested in which of his many schemes they'd found out. In order to stay constantly living in life of luxury, he often committed fraud in the galactic market, worked as an assassin broker, and even sold orphans from his state funded orphanage into slavery.
"Market fraud, illegitimate trade documentation, evidence of assault on immune diplomats… Not even to mention the sexual scandals, what with—" "That's enough." The prince concluded. The entire table was livid with excitement. They had finally caught the Prince in the act, after years of him being beloved by the public in spite of his illegitimate operations under the table. So why was Tarion so calm… Even bored? The Prince flicked his hair slightly and sighed. He was hoping for something more interesting, like being busted for one of his larger more complicated schemes. These geezers continued to bring up the same charges against him over and over and over and…
"If that's all there is to discuss, I'll be heading back to my estate." The Prince yawned audibly and stood up, before nodding to each of the guards, his lifelong friends. "Gentlemen."
But they didn't budge. "Excuse me." the Prince said once more insistently, and then finally prodded them with a "I've got places to be." But nothing would cause them to move an inch. His smile grew wider and wider with every second until it was a full on grin as he looked the two guards in the eyes. "Oh no!" Tarion feigned reluctance. "I guess I have no other choice!"
"Watch your step!" A violet hieroglyph of an eyeball suddenly faded into the Prince's forehead as he projected a painful telepathic message into the skulls of those around him.
Both guards suddenly dropped to their knees. In an instant, black streams of smoke had emerged from the Prince's body and formed into a demonic shape, a winged devil of a beast, seven feet tall, which immediately moved behind a guard with blinding speed.
The creature had burst its fingers through the chest of the first guard, through solid steel, and pulled out some organ, feasting on it for a millisecond before instantaneously moving to the other and decapitating him with one fell swing of the claw. It had all happened in the blink of an eye, but both of the guards were dead. Tarion looked upon the bloodied corpses. There was nothing quite like the feeling of finally ending the lives of your childhood rivals.
The creature finally moved to a halt, it's blinding speed put to rest, and it faded into view. The monster was a blackish blue draconic beast with bat wings and a sleek humanoid form with something distortedly vicious about it. It was a monster which the Konatasian people had seen many times before, as it was prone to going on rampages during specific celestial occurrences. It seemed mesmerized by something, as it's pupils were teal and dilated.
The monster, for now, was completely under the control of the prince. The Kashvar had taught him how to freely release and control his monster at will using manipulation magic. But the beast nevertheless looked hungrily at the elderly Konatasians, and would tear them to bloody pulps at a moment of permission from it's master. Tarrion pulled out the golden sword from it's sheath on his back, admiring it in the light of the moon from the window.
"Are there any other takers?" Tarion asked, genuinely hoping for an excuse to shed more blood, "Or should I be heading home now?"
Just as one of the council members was about to say something about how the Prince couldn't just keep exploiting the Konatasian people, the rays of moonlight coming in the window turned from white to purple. A constellation had lined up in the night sky of Konats, and suddenly, the monster blinked, and became awake.
"Uh oh." The prince mused, half genuinely. "You've gone and kept me in your little game for too long. Maybe this can be a little punishment for you, and you'll learn to have more respect for my time in the future." Invisible white chains around the beast's body suddenly faded into vision, and one by one the chain links began to break. "My enchantment can't hold him for much longer when he's this powerful. I sincerely hope none of you have any family living in town." Tarion relished every look of fear in the eyes of the powerless councilmen. He grinned widely and narrowed his eyes at them. "I'll be going now!"
[CELESTIAL EVENT: MONSTER UNCHAINED X11]
As Tarion walked home, his body physically shook from the pleasure of the chaos ensuing in the town. Women and children screaming, the fires lighting up the night, the vicious roaring of his unchained beast terrorizing the townspeople. The Prince finally stopped his stroll once he was back in front of his castle, and turned around to admire his handiwork. The senators at the round table were certainly dead. Nobody would ever know he was responsible.
The beast's cries could still be heard as new explosions ruptured the city walls. The prince was too far off to hear the screams of the helpless people, but he was certainly imagining their suffering in explicit detail. Tonight, at least a quarter of the city would fall, and he would make an immense profit by investing in it's reconstruction.
It was moments like these where Prince Tarion truly felt like a king.