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Rydet
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« Reply #3 on: September 29, 2009, 04:07:42 PM » |
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Little Timmy skipped through the streets alongside his Mama and his Papa. They were heading home after a long day shopping and Timmy couldn't wait for dinner. They had gotten fried dough! Oh frabjolous day! "Hurry up Timmy, we don't want to lose lose." Timmy's father kept a close watch on his beloved son. What would he do if they were to lose him? He and his wife had spent years trying to have kids, and Timmy was the fruit of their labors (and loins). He turned and smiled at his wife, who smiled back, and then looked back in time to see Timmy collapse.
The parents rushed over, frantic with worry. What could be wrong? What happened? Timmy looked like he was sleeping, but this wasn't normal sleep. It looked like... no... NO!
Little Timmy collapsed at 13:42 hours and never woke up again.
On the same day, on the same street, Rydet wandered down towards the Consortium. He took a bite of the apple he had snatched earlier and looked around for the building. Where was it? Rydet was getting frustrated when he was bumped into by a little boy. The apple slipped out of his hand and fell into a puddle.
"Oh, that little brat..." Rydet muttered angrily. He focused his energy and soon a single dark tendril wriggled its way around the little boy's ankle. The boy collapsed, all the life sucked out of him. "He cost me my snack, and its only fair he should replace it." Rydet headed back down the street, the wailing of the child's parent growing louder.
It had been a good 5 years since Rydet was summoned to the Plane of Ravnica. In reality, it had been over 8,000 years, but he had hijacked an Izzet time experiment and after making some corrections, transported himself to a time where he could get of this miserable plane. Now that there were 'walkers, he could get home.
A modest building loomed before him, appearing to be nothing more than your average warehouse. Rydet inside and found himself ensnared by some magic web, no doubt to keep intruders away. Nothing that he couldn't handle, Rydet simply ripped through it and headed to the top floor. That's where all the important people are.
As he headed up the stairs, Rydet took this opportunity to leech what power he could from his surroundings. After all, the most powerful mages in Ravnica met here. He burst into a room, and froze the place solid... except for one man who was completely unaffected. Some emo looking wizard glared at Rydet, looking irritated that his speech had been interrupted.
"Rydet. What brings you back so soon? We you unable to find a way home?"
"You know damn well Jace. I asked for the location of Jakkas and you gave me false directions. Now where is the bastard? I know he chose to stay on this plane."
"Fine. He's a- Oh god. Oh good lord..." Jace knelt over and vomited. "Why were you picturing that? Why were those girls... and that cup... and the... BLARGH." He vomited again.
"That's what you get for trying to read my mind. That will stay with you for the rest of your life. Now where is he?" Rydet smiled cruelly at the vomiting wizard.
"The warehouse distric-"
"Liar. Remember how mind reading is a two way street? Well guess what. Seeing as he is dead now, I think I'll just take what I want from you." Rydet's eyes glowed red as he reached out towards Jace. Rydet grabbed him by the neck and the dark tendrils drilled their way into his flesh. "That should do it. Thanks for the spark." Rydet turned around and vanished, leaving the plane of Ravnica behind for good.
Jace was never the same afterwards. Having lost his ability to planewalk and being traumatized by Rydet's mental assualt, he ended up committing suicide. 2girls1cup had claimed another victim.
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