Seaside Excursion [Private- Taiyo, Social]

The wind blew teasingly through the foggy streets of Balbadd, a fishing nation, situated on the coast of the continent upon which it was located. There was an almost ominous feel to it, the sensation one experiences as his spine begins to tingle and he can detect a faint evil approaching. There was indeed trouble afoot in Balbadd; however, it would not manifest just yet.

A lone figure stood tall in the shoddily paved streets of the city's most densely populated area, almost completely desolate of people given the early hour. This figure, once the light adjusted, was seen to have an exquisitely, almost inhumanly handsome face and beautiful locks of blonde hair. He ruffled his mane with his hand (it had become moderately moist due to the heavy fog) and attempted to smooth it down, not realizing that his struggle would be futile and the moisture in the air would soon clog up his golden hair once again. This man's name was Adam, and he knew he would one day make history.

Adam had wandered from the port of the city to this little area when he had arrived, a few hours ago (just shortly after midnight.) Some merchants had began setting up shop, preparing for the busy days they would most likely be having. Whilst they did this, Adam browsed the wares they would be selling later on, when the sun beamed down more brightly.

Adam noticed a pair of eyes on him. Someone was watching him... stalking him... observing, calculating perhaps- his extensive study in human psychology told him that, simply put, he was either in grave danger- or that he had some strange admirer. He smelled the crimson scent of blood in the faint wind which blew still, and turned around to look, facing the breeze. He noticed the white face of a mask- someone was most obviously there. He waved in a show of faux joviality.

Hello. How do you do, citizen?

He dropped his hand calmly, before continuing to survey the markets being set up. Any magician could see a stream of black Rukh circling Adam, swirling around his limbs- but no ordinary townsfolk were truly proficient in the mystic and divine arts of magic.

Adam turned around again for a split second, after the man in the eccentric cloak ignored him. It was then that he heard the sound of a rapid dash, and felt the sensation of another man's depravity- the black rukh were converging. He turned to see this man sprinting away, leaping across rooftops like some sort of acrobatic assassin. Adam was indeed curious to see what this young man was doing; thus, he followed calmly and slowly, so as to make sure nobody knew he was doing so. He felt the rocky paving on the ground beneath his feet, and he took in the environment which surrounded him deeply. The sea air felt marvelous on his face, but that was not too important to him now. What he was thinking of was how he would get this man to bow to his whim- through force? Or perhaps through persuasion..

Then, with a sudden realization that this was futile, he left.