Short Story Challenge: Ivann

[Ivann]

(( This is a great exercise! It's a neat way to wrap a commentary by your character in a short readable form that is very nice to step into once and awhile. ))

Just a beginning so far.

1. Air

It is funny how important certain things in life are to people. Some seek wealth and power. Others seek the warmth and pleasure of a body at night. For many, just the simple recognition by their town or the attentions of a mate is all that they desire. It is funny how all that disappears once they realize there are more baser needs to survive. Like this merchant at the ground at my feet. Now that I've clogged his windpipe, he quickly shed all his former desires once he realized how important air is.


2. Apples

I wonder if that merchant will look at apples the same way again? Well at least for the two minutes he has left to him now that he has one lodged down his throat. I'm sure he isn't hungry anymore. Well, except for air, of course.


3. Beginning

I'm beginning to wonder why I spent so much effort trying to woo Katrina? For so many years I tried to have her for my own. Maybe it was the attention she garnered from the other townsfolk? Maybe I was jealous and sought to contain it, and control it? Maybe I simply just desired her body and wished to taste her like an apple, fresh from the tree? I guess I'll never know now.


4. Bugs

I have found my new beginning. The Dark Prince has graced me as his chosen. Encased in warp-fired armor and filled with the glorious pain of his mark. I consider my armor a cocoon. Like so many bugs, it contains my transformation. I shall emerge, renewed with the purpose of Slaanesh and filled with his delicious power.

[Essien]

((Okay, your entry on apples has me snickering. And the one on bugs is really thoughtful and neat! Thanks for these, Ivann, and please do keep writing and roleplaying with us.))

[Ivann]

(( Thanks Essien! It's a fun RP challenge for sure!))
- this time, pulling out of first person perspective for a bit to continue Ivann's story.

5. Coffee

The armor clad warrior of Slaanesh gazed around at the now smoldering village. The rest of the raiding party scrambled among the burning cottages, seeking out any remaining survivors. A zealot in the town centre carved an effigy to Tzeentch on the villagers' announcement board. Ivann looked down at the merchant's body at his feet once again, the gurgling blood flowing still, the soil turning a dark coffee colour. He sighed to himself softly. He always seemed to withdraw inward and get all pensive after raids like this.

6. Dark

Shaking his head to pull his thoughts from the dark corners of his mind, the Chosen gazed around at the marauders and zealots milling about. The Chosen smiled under his helm at their devotion to the Raven God. Not one to worhip the Changer of Ways, the Kislevite was drawn to other, more satisfying, callings. His choice of worship was kept mainly to himself among so many of Tzeentch's followers. Strong in these parts, devotion to the Raven God was the norm, while followers of the other Chaos Gods were a minority.

7. Despair

The difference in worship didn't trouble the rugged Chosen too much as he usually get personal details to himself anyways. Not one to despair over what others thought of him, Ivann prided himself on his individuality and his sometimes arrogant demeanor. There was only one time in his past when Ivann concerned himself over what a person thought of him, but he soon learned to overcome that. Not anymore.

8. Door

Stepping over the merchant's cold body, Ivann walked over to the dead man's storefront and ducked his head through the door. Inside the store was dark, the shutters on the window had not yet been removed as Ivann's raiding party had struck before sunrise. A small kettle dangled over a small fire whistled loudly as the boiling water had been left ignored during the sudden attack on the village. The water almost completely boiled away, the Chosen left the bubbling kettle on the fire as the building would soon be encased in flames anyways as they torched the entire village.

9. Drink

On a table near the fire lay a crudely made clay mug, obviously meant to hold the morning tea the merchant meant to start his day with. The herbs for the drink smelled odd to the Chosen however. Not the usual sharp odour of tea leaves, but rather a pungeant, almost salty, smell. A smell very familiar to Ivann in fact that he recognized it even before glancing into the mug. Warpstone.

10. Duty

It is a funny question of duty for those following the Chaos Gods. For many, they worship the Gods in secret. To Ivann's surprise, this merchant was such a follower. The evidence of warpstone in his mug was proof of that, although the merchant must have been a recent devotee as the Chosen did not see any of the usual marks granted by the powers of Chaos. Not that it mattered.

11. Earth

The merchant's only duty now was to die and seep his blood into the cold, dry earth. With the village burnt to the ground, the merchant would no longer serve any purpose to Chaos and now lies dead on the ground.