Legends of Belariath
Nobles and Other Significant Characters
The Nameless One
A crisp autumn night, with leaves littering the floor in diffrent shades orange and brown. The light crackling is heard off in the distance. A small wind gusts about, leaving a small chill to linger, but it is unresistable, and despite your weariness for things in the night forest, crunkling comes from the bottom of your feet as you begin your way towards the footsteps.
A gentle wind tugs weakly at you, as if it wants you to turn back, but you dont, for your curiosity is peaked. *Snap*. A twig beneath your foot gives way to your weight. All sound suddenly stops, everything beggining to sound far to quiet as all footsteps cease, including yours, your beg whatever god you pray to that whatever you were after cant hear the loud thumping in your chest. Every little wisp of wind or rustling of leaves is magnified 10 fold, you wait, and you listen.
Footsteps suddenly seem to start again, and you take a breath equal only to your very first. Suddenly your heart jumps from your chest to clutter up in your throat. The footsteps arent continuing as they were, they coming from behind you... and whats more... theyre coming towards you! You raise your hand with your weapon of choice, the one that you would trust more then any other to save your life. The footstops continue, but now they seem more insidious then ever, like you could read its thoughts, and you can feel its want for, specifically you... and then a hand grabs your shoulder from behind...
You turn with a scream of sheer shock, waving whatever you own to save you from the quiet intruder, but nothing happens, and not sword, nor magic, nor arrow seem to arrive where they should of. It takes a few seconds before you understand it is useless and you stop, to slowly look up at the black, the darkness that wishes to claim your soul. A faceless empty hood looks back down at you, the figure standing in front of you easily more then 2 meters in height(8feet), draped heavily in ragged torn and ancient black garment, hood held up with what seems to be nothing. Silver runic writing lines around the cuffs of the robe, as well as around the bottom, and neck where the hood connects to the mess of black cloth.
The hood seems to tip forward to look downwards, before a cold noise comes forward. A voice, sounding like a simply loud whisper, but it remains sexless, not sounding male nore female. Words begin to come to your ears as it seems to peer downwards, and the words seem to blow about with the wind, the source not coming directly from the dark figure.
"I know what your thinking... you always act just this way"It speaks, the blank darnkess under the hood continuing its endless stare. Your heart skips in your throat, threatening to choke you to death, which may be merciful at this point as sweat pours down your face, you open slowly to speak, and only quivering stutter comes out.
"Can I read your mind? No... can I see all you do or have done?... that is a far more helpful question to ask... and ill wager that your just about to think that if i can see all you do... i know enough..." you want to raise your weapon, you gain a deep urge to slice, skewer, impale, and burn the hidious cloth pile in front of you... however, something stops you from trying... a second wave of overhwleming fear as the chilling whisper flows over your ears once more.
"What do I need you ask? That is for me to take.... im on offical bussiness, i am searching for something, and im VERY good.... at.... my... job..."