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30-04-2023, 11:44 AM
Entry 4: The Vultures
As the cyan blue projector flickers into life the image of Rendvir can be seen, sitting in front of the camera but looking off into the distance. His image would still be somewhat dishevelled, creases visible on his robes and his hair grown longer. Rather than being neatly slicked back it is now pulled back and tied into a scruffy ponytail. He looks off to the side for a few moments, chewing the inside of his cheek as he formulates his words in his mind. Not yet looking back to the camera he speaks.
"I survived my brother's death. I looked into the abyss and I felt it's call... a maddening, seductive, call. I nearly answered, nearly followed the siren's song. But I resisted, I looked over the ledge and turned away from it. And I am stronger for it."
With that Rendvir turns to look at the camera, now the scarred left side of his face has become visible. The scars running along his cheek, clearly caused by the scraping of a Pureblood's talons. His eyeridges lower somewhat, eyes narrow slightly and a dark smirk crawls across his features; piercing gaze looking into the eyes of the viewer.
"And now... now the vultures circle."
Leaning back in his chair he reaches into his pockets and pulls out a small golden coin, the Horuset sun sigil set upon the coin, turning his gaze to his hand he begins to roll the coin across his knuckles until he catches it between his little and ring finger before using his thumb to slide it under his palm and back over the index finger, creating a near perfect loop. Eyes following the coin.
"It is only natural really, Sith Mohtoni marked me as one of the top Acolytes. Apprentice Cadeus named me his successor as the dominant Pureblood Acolyte, the others will; and rightfully should, strive to kill me to gain this honour. It is why I have begun to sever connections from the majority of Acolytes... I am not here to win a popularity contest."
After a moment or two of silence, and rolling of the coin across the knuckles of his left hand, he turns his gaze back to the viewer. With a flick of his thumb he sends the coin spinning into the air, catching it on his index finger and continuing to roll it across his knuckles, an amused smirk forming across his features.
"My greatest advantage is that I am alone, or that is what people believe, nobody knows my intentions... they fear that. I know of two groups that have already formed, yet done nothing. Every time someone has tried something, they failed. That is because I have agreements, people watching my back from a distance in exchange for protection at the right time. These watchers, they appear to be my rivals; we appear to avoid each other and plot their death. When in fact, it is a facade, it is the plan."
Leaning toward the camera he chuckles slightly, tilting his head to the left as he lowers the coin.
"When the time comes the vultures will stop their circling, and they think they're coming for me. Little do they know that it is I who will come for them."
With that the holo-recording ends, the devilish smirk of the young Acolyte being the last thing seen on this recording.
As the cyan blue projector flickers into life the image of Rendvir can be seen, sitting in front of the camera but looking off into the distance. His image would still be somewhat dishevelled, creases visible on his robes and his hair grown longer. Rather than being neatly slicked back it is now pulled back and tied into a scruffy ponytail. He looks off to the side for a few moments, chewing the inside of his cheek as he formulates his words in his mind. Not yet looking back to the camera he speaks.
"I survived my brother's death. I looked into the abyss and I felt it's call... a maddening, seductive, call. I nearly answered, nearly followed the siren's song. But I resisted, I looked over the ledge and turned away from it. And I am stronger for it."
With that Rendvir turns to look at the camera, now the scarred left side of his face has become visible. The scars running along his cheek, clearly caused by the scraping of a Pureblood's talons. His eyeridges lower somewhat, eyes narrow slightly and a dark smirk crawls across his features; piercing gaze looking into the eyes of the viewer.
"And now... now the vultures circle."
Leaning back in his chair he reaches into his pockets and pulls out a small golden coin, the Horuset sun sigil set upon the coin, turning his gaze to his hand he begins to roll the coin across his knuckles until he catches it between his little and ring finger before using his thumb to slide it under his palm and back over the index finger, creating a near perfect loop. Eyes following the coin.
"It is only natural really, Sith Mohtoni marked me as one of the top Acolytes. Apprentice Cadeus named me his successor as the dominant Pureblood Acolyte, the others will; and rightfully should, strive to kill me to gain this honour. It is why I have begun to sever connections from the majority of Acolytes... I am not here to win a popularity contest."
After a moment or two of silence, and rolling of the coin across the knuckles of his left hand, he turns his gaze back to the viewer. With a flick of his thumb he sends the coin spinning into the air, catching it on his index finger and continuing to roll it across his knuckles, an amused smirk forming across his features.
"My greatest advantage is that I am alone, or that is what people believe, nobody knows my intentions... they fear that. I know of two groups that have already formed, yet done nothing. Every time someone has tried something, they failed. That is because I have agreements, people watching my back from a distance in exchange for protection at the right time. These watchers, they appear to be my rivals; we appear to avoid each other and plot their death. When in fact, it is a facade, it is the plan."
Leaning toward the camera he chuckles slightly, tilting his head to the left as he lowers the coin.
"When the time comes the vultures will stop their circling, and they think they're coming for me. Little do they know that it is I who will come for them."
With that the holo-recording ends, the devilish smirk of the young Acolyte being the last thing seen on this recording.
