Martin

Summary:

Sometimes good things don't come in small packages.

Martin

Evermay 13 Jul 2009 13:28

The box had been left by the front door and it looked a bit damp and nasty. A circle of rust colored liquid had stained the grey concrete beneath it and a fly or two buzzed sleepily around it.

Martin was tempted to just throw it in the garbage. Who knows how long it might have been sitting for. People should know better than to send stuff to him at this address. He’s not here that often.

The only reason he did bother with it was because he knew that only a select few family members were aware of this particular hidey-hole of his and if it was from family it might just be important. Especially if it was from his father.

He picked up the box and it almost collapsed in his hands. The stench was unbearable.

This had better not be one of Vaith’s stupid ideas of a joke.

He pressed his cheek against the scanner and a light flashed as his retina was scanned. A soft click was heard and the door slid open.

Martin walked inside and placed the box on the kitchen table murmuring this command and that to the house to adjust the temperature, reset the security alarms to account for his presence, increase the flow of fresh air to compensate for his little package, and so on.

Pulling out a dagger he slit open the envelope that had been fastened to the top of the box, and a piece of parchment slid onto the table in front of him. Using his blade he flipped the sheet open and as he read the elegant Thari script, a puzzled expression crossed his face.

It took some convincing, but he finally named you his successor. Congratulations on becoming the King of Reality. Too bad for you Reality is no more than a persistent Illusion. The Curse will not end with the Father’s children. It shall consume each generation one at a time until the entirety of the multiverse is cleansed of the Blood of the Unicorn.

Re: Martin

Evermay 13 Jul 2009 13:32

Hoping to shed some light on the strange note, Martin takes the tip of his dagger and with a few deft slices he frees the lid from the box and flips it off.

He peered inside, his mind not comprehending what he was seeing a first. Once the reality of what he was looking at, he twisted in his chair and vomited forcefully on the floor. A tiny circular robot spun out of nowhere and began cleaning up the mess.

A lazy looking fly managed to zig zag its way out of the box leaving its brothers and sisters behind to continue feasting on the maggot infested testicles that lay nestled neatly in the box like two wormy rotten eggs.

Re: Martin

Evermay 13 Jul 2009 13:44

He tried his father’s trump without success. He tried trumping to Amber with similar results.

The hellride that began on a motorcycle and ended on a pitch black sweat lathered horse took him only four hours.

A single pathway wound through Ambertown allowing one to ascend Kolvir surrounded by a forest of thorns and brambles that somehow managed to seem alive in a way that plants really shouldn’t. As Martin rode through Ambertown, he noted that an eerie silence seemed to permeate the entirety of the area. Other than the occasional Whippoorwill he heard nothing. The thorns that covered the place were so dense that other than the rare flash of a glass window pane in the now setting sun, he could see little else that would have given him reason to even believe that the city was still there at all.

He was able to ride all the way up to the palace gates before the thorns halted his progress. The castle was completely entombed in the network of green dagger like plants. He was about to turn around and head back the way he’d come when his eye settled on a triangle of bright yellow peering out at him amidst the thorns. He stepped closer to inspect the area that had drawn his attention.

A few moments later his brain was able to recognize what was his father’s body hung amidst the thorns. Whether sleeping of dead he could not be sure. The gash in Random’s pants made it quite clear where Martin’s little present had come from.