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Alistral has a minion!

Minion the Veiktor




Alistral
Legacy Name: Alistral


The Graveyard Escalade
Owner: Knowledge

Age: 14 years, 6 months, 1 week

Born: October 22nd, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 6 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: October 22nd, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 11
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


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Overlay by evilitachi
Finnick

Alistral was raised on a steady diet of stories. As his siblings nibbled three-day old crusts, his mother would recite the tales that her own mother had once told her. While he enjoyed them all, his favourite was the street urchin who tricked the town into making him a prince. At night, he would lie there with his stomach rumbling, scheming plans to make himself royalty and escape this wretched life he currently led.





Turns out genies don't exist. Who'd have thunk it? Alistral hadn't been wholly surprised by that revelation, but it was still disappointing. No magical new wardrobe and parade for him. He would have to make his own way.

And what better a way than cozying up to a lovely, young noblewoman? While his friends were quite vocal about his particular selection
“Any bird but 'er!”
“The bloke she's ter marry 'as got a mean temper on 'im."
but he brushed their concerns aside with vivid descriptions of his late night escapades.

Despite genies not existing, or perhaps, because they didn't, often when Al got himself into trouble, the first thought that popped into his head was If only I had a genie, then... This trend held true when he found himself confronted with a very pointy sword, held by one very angry fiancée.

And to what do I owe this honour, my good sir? enquired Al making no attempt to appear threatened. Perhaps you have come to hear some tips on how to please your missus-to-be in the art of love making? She's already quite good; I do hope you can keep up when the time comes. Or maybe not, as I do quite enjoy her compa--

Woah. Hey there, buddy, watch where you stick that thing. You could out someone's eye! Oh. OH! Hey now, don't you blokes got some rule about fightin' unarmed opponents? clatter I'd like to see you try an' hit me! whumph thud If only I had a genie. You gonna kick a man when 'e's down, mate? thwock thwock thwockthwockthwock

~~~

Slowly the blackness faded from Alistral's vision and was replaced by...an even blacker blackness. Where was he? As he stretched one arm out in front of him, he found the other rise involuntarily, pulled by the wrist. To test, he jerked his arms apart, by which he learned he was manacled and earned himself spikes of pain racing up his arms. Well now, the question is, jail or death? ...if only I had a genie.

After a bit of shuffling and some awkward rolling about, Alistral managed to determine he was indeed in a very dark jail cell. It still didn't answer whether he was dead or not. With nothing to do, Alistral dozed, entertaining himself by recounting the fairy tales of his youth. Time had very little meaning to him in a place such as this, but he was sure it had been several hours since waking when he heard the yell of SUPPER TIME, YA LAZY LOUTS! Well, if they're feeding us, chances are I'm not dead he consoled himself.

No, not that one, 'member? We're paid a pretty penny to “acciden'ally” neglect, 'im. That's what 'e gets. T'inking he can fuck the wife of a noble.

I'm not dead yet, but I soon will be. Got it. If only I had a genie... The next three days were a riot of increasing pain and discomfort as Alistral's body slowly stopped working. Somewhere in the back of his mind his brain registered the coppers discussing his situation, where they would dump the body once the process was complete, what they would do with the cash turning a blind eye had brought them. True to form, Alistral's last thought before the little spark of life within him faded was If only I had had a genie...

~~~

He was getting tired of this. Once again, waking up and having no idea where he was. If he remembered correctly, this time he was most certainly dead. Heya buddy. Hey. Heyyyyy. How's it going? You doing alright? I get that this might be a mite confusing for you, but you'll get used to it. Why don't you open your eyes? Can you open your eyes? You haven't been dead that long. Give it a try.

That voice was annoying. So persistently chipper. Was it still talking? It was still talking. He opened one eye and peered in the direction of the voice. The source was tiny, blue and floating, but humanoid. For some reason, he hadn't expected it to be. Demons should be monstrous, he'd always believed, though never thought too hard about. He opened the other eye to focus.

Oh good, it worked! I was worried it didn't because sometimes it doesn't but not often because I'm getting better at it even though I'm not supposed to do it but it's so much fun that I--- Alistral just had to cut the perky little rambler off. Do what? What are you even? The sprite puffed up proudly. I'm a genie-in-training! And I just brought you back to life.

So this was hell's sick joke on him. All his life he'd wished for a genie, knowing full well they weren't real, and thus hell had decided to indulge him with the most annoying mockery it could devise. A genie-in-training, he repeated slowly. Does that mean I get wishes?

I'm not your genie. I was just practising resurrection for when I become a fully fledged genie. Then I'll be better than all the other genies, because they can't bring people back from the dead. But I can. ...sort of.

But you're not my genie. So you can't do anything for me? I brought you back! What more can you ask for! Now you get to finish your life where it left off. Sort of. I have to go now. They'll get suspicious if I'm away too long. Good bye and good luck! Maybe I'll be your genie someday.

Genies were real. Bugger it all. Why couldn't he have found one before this whole mess. No matter. Alistral gingerly picked himself off the ground, shaking off the loose dirt that surrounded him. The chains that bound his wrist had rusted and he snapped them with relish, but left those that encircled his ankles for they were made of sterner stuff and did not prevent him from walking. He resolved that his first task would be to teach that ponce of a fiancé what's what, and then move on to finding a proper genie. With that settled, he loped off towards where he remembered town being.

~~~

This was not the town he remembered. The buildings were too tall and shiny. The noise too loud. The sounds of carts clattering along the cobblestones had been replaced by a rumbling that Alistral could not place, and loud beeps sounded suddenly. This was not his town. People jostled past him, paying him no heed, but there were so many, and what were they wearing? Was that a woman in trousers? Impossible. Confused and disoriented, Alistral fled from the assault of unfamiliar things, shuffling back towards the woods as fast as he could.

He never thought he'd be relieved to collapse in a graveyard, but for now, it was the only thing familiar to him. It felt untouched by the time that he was now sure had passed. But how long? He lay there, staring up at an uncaring sky, quietly cursing that blasted genie for bringing him back. It had said he hadn't been dead long, but how long was long for a genie. They were immortal, were they not? He lay there, bemoaning his fate until a hunger stirred within him. Of course, I died hungry, why would I not be now he reasoned to himself.

Instinctively, he knew it was not food of the plant or animal that he craved. Nothing no normal soul would desire. Bones. Hauling himself to his shaky feet, he shambled his way over to a nearby grave and plunged his arm into the forgiving soil. From the earth, he withdrew what appeared to be the better part of a ribcage. After only a moment's hesitation, he set about contentedly munching on his new found snack.

Nearly done and down to only a few fragments, he was interrupted by a voice. Why hello there handsome. With speed he wasn't aware he had, he whipped around in search of the seductive voice. Careful now, we wouldn't want anything falling off, would we? She was more beautiful than anyone Alistral had ever seen or dared to imagine. He gaped. She smiled sweetly at him in return. I was wondering if you might help me. You see, I need a big, strong man to help me around the house and run errands. I live just over there, pointing as she said this, to the woods nearby.

Alistral could only nod, for he was completely enchanted by her. Quite literally, in fact, for she was a witch. Her past servants had expired all too quickly. Alistral would serve her quite well. Fed on a steady diet of bones, he would be able to serve her until the end of time. That boy would never get to make his genie wish, but that was all right.
She had already made it come true.

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