One: Distractions of a distracted mind

[Mord]

I am standing outside of my one room apartment properly located in the upper region of my family’s estate on the eight layer overlooking the bottomless chasm of X'loolt, holding in my right hand the key to its silver inlaid, ornate front door. I am trying to think of what I should do to entertain myself this particular cycle, after spending nearly four of my five cycles here cooped up in that apartment a change of scenery is more than welcome. I study the intricate patterns that must have taken countless hours of grueling labor to shape into such flawless perfection. My finger trails a lone curling pattern. There is something sensual about it, something always just out of focus. My finger seems to gain a mind of its own as I almost gasp seeing it trailing the slithering arrangement, caressing gently. Thoughts of warmth creep to mind for but a fleeting moment before being violently shrugged from the fabric of my mind.

I bump into a rather slight figure on my way to the portal and I realize It is Drehrmal, a particularly annoying little brat who has taken to following me around for some reason. He is wearing a tight, two buttoned silver lined blue and white outfit from D’zhere Artoiff, matching white and blue lined footwear from Rahn’ee De’jehr and a pair of curious leather gloves with rather large but no less subtly patterned seams from Fhare De’onaz. Overall, Drehrmal strikes me as uncharacteristically elegant, even dashing today, something my mind finds rather infuriating. "Xerthral!" He begins. "You are looking particularly dashing today, have you by any chance been using that marvelous new concoction from Xan'thlar L'aele? How do you maintain such a radiant complexion?!" I choose to ignore his attempt at idle conversation as we stroll towards the portal room and promptly give him a little wave as I make it to the portal first and watch him fade from view, the welcoming sight of the foyer level shifting into focus.

Ever since I arrived five cycles ago, I have been quietly studying the intricate patterns in the exquisitely crafted marble halls of my family’s estate. I run my fingers along the right wall as I stride towards the foyer, the smooth, even feel of it bringing along with it lustful fantasies of heated intimacy with a submissive female as my hands slowly press down upon her throat, crushing her windpipe and rupturing countless capillaries, ruining the flawless skin she put so much care in maintaining. I amuse myself with this little fantasy for a while, then my mind wonders which belt and boots would go well with that delightful Red and black outfit from D’zhere Artoiff I picked up on one of my many outings to the trade level.

Reaching the foyer I cast both the nonsensical fantasy and thoughts of fashion aside and give the keepers a minute nod as the solid metal door leading outside glides open by the lightest touch. I slip outside, ignoring a particularly large guard armed with twin serrated and curved short mithral swords inlaid with no doubt expensive jewels and some curious precious metal. I do not know who made his outfit but I can only assume it is expensive, inlaid with golden patterns as it is.

The large and ornate gates to the compound slide open after sensing my presence and I proceed to leave my family’s grounds. My eyes cast an instinctive glance to my fingers as my feet take me past the countless stalagmites and bottomless chasms. That is when it hits me. One of my nails has a tiny crack running down its center. Something horrible builds up inside of me as my palm braces a jagged rockface, waves of panic wash over me as I try to remember if any lingering stares were upon my unforgivable imperfection today. I find I am quite certain noone saw the disfiguring flaw and my heart ceases it’s attempts to burst out of my ribcage, which would no doubt spray my blood all over the darkened cavern floor not to mention my clothes and leave me in a horribly humiliating state.

I smooth my hair back and check to see if any stray hairs have wandered from the intricately patterned silver band I picked up at Rhanzolthual’s last cycle for surprisingly less coin than I expected. No, nothing had strayed during my wrestle with sanity’s attempt at escape. Resuming a steady pace, I register a sharp tension in my upper back, my hand moves to massage the growing tension as my mind decides it is time to head for the queen’s massage institute. I pass a filthy goblin groweling in the dirt outside of the queen, he is missing one leg and an arm and is apparently trying to garner my interest.

Upon entering the premises, I am greeted by a hardly noteworthy female, “welcome to the Queens touch” the female shrieks. She wouldn’t be too ugly if her nose would be somewhat sharper and more pronounced. I wonder for a moment if she would let me use my knife on her if I told her I had the ability to enhance ones beauty. “Of course not”, my mind tells me, “but certainly if restrained by tight ropes” I retort.

Shrugging of the distracting urge I follow the ugly female deeper into the establishment. I ignore two females and a single male copulating profusely and quite loudly in the room to my left and head for a vacant space in the bath to my right. My mind keeps telling me sweet tales of wamblooded intimacies with wanton females as I lower myself into the surprisingly warm water after removing my clothes in front of the ugly female, well aware that the sight of my features will leave her lustful for a time and even better, if she realizes I am ignoring her for her inferior features. More fantasies of intimacies, this time with three other females all bent on sating my every desire.

I do not eject the thoughts from my consciousness a second time.

[Mikayla]

Very nice Mord, very nice. Sets a great atmosphere and character at the same time.

[Burt]

Hehehe.

[Zakharra]

Vain, isn't he. And I thought we women were bad.

[Magonushi]

Bah Vedo is sXe0r

[Mord]

What the hell, you cant beat my cha score! owned

[Vendrin]

Xp for joo.

[Night]

*blinks several times* Ohh-kay