Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170414164158/@comment-24736819-20170415062021

The battle against the leader of the Sins took its toll on the old Fort, even if only rubble was all that stood after the visit of the evil halfgods previously.

Slowly, but steadily a charred body rose from amongst the stones and soon enough its owner saw itself alone standing on the former battlefield. Bouros had taken his time to recover and once he was back into himself, no one else remained. No Sins, no halfgods...no one.

Without knowing why, the muscular man begun to dig into the Fort's ruins, easily able to grab and toss the stones away. He did so for half a day until an interesting meeting took place.

"What is it that you...cough, cough... look for?", the immortal man was startled by an unfamiliar voice.

Bouros turned back, seeing a horrible-looking old man stading nearby. Somehow, he thought the old man to be familiar.

"I don't... Do I know you?", the halfgod asked, trying to figure it out where he knew the old man from.

"Oh, of course. Though, I did forgot that you never saw me like this. We fought before in Solitude.", Pan managed to say before being possessed by an unstoppable cough.

"You!", the large man got up in a flash, but as he was about to jump towards his enemy he realized that the old man was looking worse than a corpse beneath the green robe he doned and would probably perish soon enough.

"There is no need for fighting, Immortal one. I never aimed to battle or kill any of your godly companions...", Pan waved his hand dismissively, "I only came here to talk. I wished to speak with you and you alone."

True, the old bastard was responsible for a lot of deaths of common folk. Granted, he spread destruction everywhere he stepped into. But still, something about what he said made Bouros curious and prevented the muscular halfgod from serving as judge, jury and executioner.

"I see that you agreed to listen, very well. First and foremost, allow me to introduce myself properly: my name is Panmoneius Mortus, the second of my siblings.", the old man made an exagerated bow that induced him into coughing even more, "You see, my whole participation on mr. Wrath's enterprise was solely because I thought he was one of my brothers... All things pointed to him as the youngest of us all, but it seems that I was mistaken and he was not War."

Bouros frowned, everything the old man was saying had no meaning to him and it all sounded like a bunch of crazy talk coming from an insane murderer. Still, he listened carefully.

"Even though he set out to bring war upon the common men with an amazing goal, ultimately my judgement was clouded by my wish to finding them... little did I knew that following Wrath I'd indeed find one of my siblings. The Elder. The first of us all... You.", Pan pointed his boney finger towards Bouros, who, in turn, shook his head and frowned even further.

"I am not your brother, old man. You must've taken a serious blow to the head. I'd advise you to run along before I change my mind and kill you with my bare hands.", the larger man jumped down, landing just a few steps from the Son of Peryite.

"This time I am sure, mr. You are indeed my brother, there is no denying... but it looks like you haven't recovered your memories yet, so I'll give you a little hint as we are supposed to find out for ourselves who we are exactly. I am Pestilence, the Second.", Pan lowered his hood, showing his burned off skin filled with blisters and wounds, "I'll tell you our tale once you have recovered part of your memory. Don't worry, we have all the time in the world and I'll find you once you find yourself... In the mean time, I'll search for our brothers."

Bouros, who had his mind made when he landed next to Pan, stood there wordless while the smaller man spoke. He couldn't do anything and if that ugly bastard really knew about who he was, then Bouros couldn't force himself to kill the sickly man.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Toodaloo, brother. We'll meet again.", Pan smiled, showing his partially broken teeth and waving before he turned around happily, heading towards the horizon.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Wait! You never told me my name!", Bouros yelled once he realized that he wouldn't have such opportunity again like that. With the corner of his eyes, the muscular halfgod sighted a black book stuck amongst the rubbles of the fort and immediately linked the item to his associate, the bard.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bouros rushed and pulled the book, dusting it off.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh, foolish me! Wasn't that clear, brother?", Pan let out, without glancing back and before disappearing into the horizon, "You are Death!"