Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141021150035/@comment-3293219-20141028143107

Damasus was hard at work, in his study, an elegant looking room, that was the size of a small town's public library, with twice the amount of books. The Imperial was rather fond of books, collecting them at least, he wasn't much of a reader himself but there was something about being surrounded by four walls of knowledge that gave him a mental boost, a boost far more powerful than that of a painting or a sculpture.

Knowledge was power and a book was where the collected knowledge of it's author was bound and held together. Due to the fact that a lot of books weren't mass produced, he made sure as to take hold of as many dangerous books as possible and kept them on his shelves.

The Imperial was busy, writing a bill of sale for an eager buyer on the black market, who fancied the Magister's carriage quite a bit as it was a valuable antique, from the Third Era and it was still in great shape.

...

Minus the hole in the roof...

Damasus was half way through signing the document, when he noticed that it was growing a tad warm, he decided to get up and open a window, it was a beautiful day outside, the sun was shining through the window and even though it was around 3-4PM it was incredibly bright.

The Imperial stood up, eyeing nearest window before reaching into his top draw and pulling his 'paper weight' out and dropping it on his bill of sale, where the ink was dry.

"Magistrate Mothril, I'm so glad that you managed to find your true calling in life." He said, congratulating the Altmer's decapitated head as he lifted the window open and took a breath of fresh air, from the soothing breeze, that was blowing outside.

As he did this, the door opened and a Dunmer stepped in, seeming a little timid about approaching his employer. Though Damasus didn't exactly have a history of violence against his employees, he knew that the Imperial was more than a little unstable.

To the Dunmer's surprise, he wasn't working but he was, instead, stood up, back straight, hands behind it, linked together. He was staring out of the window, rocking back and too on his heels and toes.

"Erm... My Lord?" The Dunmer asked, nervously, hoping to get his attention. He managed to do so...

The Imperial spun around on the heals of his fine shoes and came to a stop as his toes hit the floor, he then proceeded to wander over to his desk.

"I'm sorry, I was just captivated by the view outside. It's truly a marvellous day..." The Imperial informed him, taking a seat at his desk again.

"Yes... Yes sir, it is."

Damasus looked up and gave the Dunmer a smile, staring at him, until he explained himself and why he was here...

"Oh... I'm Tee, my Lord. Your... New butler."

"Tee? I like that..." He paused as a smirk grew across his face and he began to think a little on it.

"Tell me, Tee, were your parents clairvoyants?"

"Erm... N-No, they were... Well, my father was a knight, sir."

Damasus rolled his eyes, the boy didn't seem to get where he was going with this but still, it was early days yet and the boy was still quite young.

"Ah, so they didn't forsee you growing up and becoming a butler, a shame really as I would have appreciated the attempt to make me laugh..." He then paused, seeing that he was confusing his new butler and he didn't want this kid's head to explode, hell he had a hard time cleaning his last butler's brains off of the carpet.

"Well, I'm Damasus, just Damasus, none of that 'Lord' crap, I don't know where you picked that up but it ends here."

"Yes sir, s-sorry sir..."

The Imperial raised his hands and smiled, shaking his head.

"Tee, kid, do I look angry to you? There's no need to apologise, I've never stomped a man's head into the ground for calling me 'Lord' before. Now, stealing my jewellery, family heirlooms no less, that's a different story."

"Y-Yes, sir, I would never steal from you sir!" The Boy replied, almost in panic as he began to feel like he was under fire. Was this a test? Or was Damasus always like this?

"Good, glad we've gotten that straightened out. Now, did you have any questions or can I get back to...?" He paused, looking down at his desk and seeing that his bill of sale wasn't where he left it, he then noticed that it had blown across the room.

"Oh!" Tee snapped, rushing over to get the paper, he bent down and scooped it up, unaware that his new employer was leering at his behind from afar.

The Dunmer picked the paper up and rushed back over to him, handing the slip straight back to the Imperial, oblivious to the fact that he had a severed head on his desk.

"Why thank you Tee, I just might keep you afterall." Damasus replied, with a wink and a smirk as he reached for his quill and returned to work. The Dunmer just stood there, patiently awaiting his next order, until Damasus raised his head, realising that he had forgotten to dismiss him.

"Oh, sorry Tee, you're dismissed for now..."

"Thank you sir." The Boy said with a boy, it was quite obvious that he was well trained as far as curtseying went. It was like there was a farm somewhere that specially bred Butlers. If only Damasus knew where it was...

"Oh, actually before you go, could you do one more thing for me?"

"S-Sure sir, anything."

Damasus reached over to his left and grabbed the Magistrate's decapitated head, lifting it by his thinning hair and throwing it into the boy's arms, the boy screamed and jumped back, letting it fall to the floor before standing there, gasping on the spot.

"I know, if you think he's ugly now, you should've seen him when he was alive..." The Imperial muttered, staring at Tee until he knelt down and picked his paper weight up.

"I got him a job as my new paper weight but he isn't doing so well at it, I'm afraid that I'll have to eject him from the building. Would you see that Magistrate Methril is safely escorted out of the building and buried in the nearest hole that you can find?

I'd appreciate it.

Though Tee wanted to throw up right now, he knew that he couldn't falter, he agreed to serve this man, no matter what he asked of him. Though he didn't expect to have to move a severed head on his first day at work, he didn't want to anger Damasus or lose his respect so soon, so he obediently knelt down and picked it up wincing as he did so.

"Thank you Tee, you're dismissed."