Suicide Kings [Aiden & Friends]

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Some jobs are just too tough for your average fast talkin' arm swinging sword for hire. Sometimes to get the job done right you need someone crazier than a sack'a ferrets. That's where 'they' come in handy. A bunch of renegade, take no prisoners degenerate ruffians. Through word of mouth it caught their wind; a mysterious relic in the far regions of the area. Said to grant untold power, the ability to span the ages. Not just some silly gold relic sitting on a weighted trap trigger, no, it was given as a gift to all the kings of old. First discovered by King Sandu Gracia Barberi, he was the first to wield it's power, to unveil the knowledge and power amongst the lands. It was with this relic that he bolstered his civilization and people years ahead of their time. Naturally such an item of power attracted those who wished to utilize it for their own purpose. Wars broke out, people died, but the king came out victorious. All was well--he bore many children and his reign seemed nigh until one day he died. Out of blue, hung in his own bedroom. No signs of fowl play, no forced entry. Suicide.

Years passed, the relic and his kingship had been handed down to his family members, each suffering the same fate. Deemed a curse of the underworld, the relic was hidden away, buried deep beneath the earths surface, never to be heard or seen again through the passing generations. Nothing more than folklore, it's tale has taken on many renditions, calling forth curious men and women seeking out the relic. Some for it's power, others for research. "Arrgh. It's so hot out!" Hayden exclaimed, tugging on the collar of her shirt. "This better not be a wild goose chase or else I'm going to tear that informants head off." The group was in the nearest town just outside the starting point of their journey. A fairly successful building; tourist attraction and information hut for those seeking the relic of the Suicide Kings. She wasn't too much of a charismatic person, thus letting others in her group to do the talking. For now she sat in the shade, awaiting orders from Aiden. They'd have to venture into the thick foliage just a few miles down the road. What lies inside the thicket, no one knows.

Notes; For Aiden and friends.

[Aiden Rhytek]

The Suicide Kings. They had been after Aiden's time, but he trusted Hayden's word. The Changeling was one of the few non-Eternals he trusted--who was he kdding? Aiden didn't even trust his fellow Eternals--the Changeling was just one of the few people he trusted, period. And she never failed to deliver on promised adventure. This adventure however, was getting off to a rather sweaty start, much to his chagrin.

And Hayden's as well, apparently. As his friend complained about the heat, Aiden tried not to smirk as a light breeze suddenly sprang up, proving welcome relief to both of them. That was a very handy trick. "If this is a wild goose chase," Aiden said to her, "You'll have to be racing me to find that informant and punish him." Leaning back on his elbows beside her in the shade, the Eternal looked up at the sky. "Though I suppose it's not like I have anything better to do."

The two sat in comfortable silence for a moment or so before Aiden caught sight of a figure coming up the road from the town. Sitting back up, the Eternal brushed his shirt off while trying to assume an air of casual relaxation. "That's the person I invited to come with us," he explained. "I haven't known her very long, but she has some useful abilities. She's a powerful glamor caster, at the very least, and I haven't seen all that she can do." Aiden cocked his head to the side as the woman drew closer. "And once she arrives, then we can begin the fun."