Speaking: Xemness the Scholar stared at the man in front of him, "I'm sorry but I'm not going to write it." he tried to explain.
Thinking: The man in front of him huffed in irritation Then how will I get my story out?
Spells/special stuff: Xemness the Scholar sighed in frustration, "You could always write it yourself, aren't you a powerful master of magic?"
It wasn't that he disliked watching the giant flaming ball of gas apparently move around the sky, on a giant mass of rock orbiting it, it wasn't even that he didn't like watching the dew on the morning grass evaporate, he simply found it too bright. It wasn't his it wasn't his fault really, The End was a dark place, surrounded by starless, endless black space. Minecraftia was significantly brighter, but the yellow square of a sun he had seen wasn't near this bright, already corrupted by the Enderdragon.
Nevertheless, Keven crawled out of the small house he had made for himself on this world. Quickly teleporting to Louise's room, he looked at her, sleeping quietly in her bed, without a care in the world. He was tempted, tempted to end that happiness, but knew better. He knew where hatred, jealousy got you. Death wasn't where he wanted to go. Despite all of his pain, despite his past, he did not accept hate, he did not accept jealousy. He was driven, consumed with greed, want for power and wealth. He was a Enderman, a dragon within human flesh, an apocalypse dragon within human flesh.
Shaking such thoughts out of his head, Keven stared down at Louise, and begun gently shaking her. "Louise," he cooed, "it's time to get up." Louise mumbled something about some Cat-thing and turned away. Keven's grin turned impish, and he grabbed a water bucket. Strange little fact, in this world, water was in a limited supply at one time, but seemed to replenish itself from the sky. Much like the 'Water Cycle' on Earth. Nevertheless, things from The End and Minecraftia still worked here, unlike Earth. So, when Keven poured the water source block over Louise's bed, the infinite body of water fell down fast onto her bed, waking the metaphorical demon.
The demon's eyes glowed red in her hatred. Growling and fiercely turning towards what dared to wake her from her eternal slumber. Her eyes leveled at her perpetrator, a mere vassal who had stepped far beyond his boundaries. She lunged at the young man, thinking she would be content with just ripping out it's throat and gouging out it's stomach with her bare hands, that then she could return to the fairy land of Narnasca with her sister on her quest for Duke Charming.
Seeing the pitiful effort his young master was making Keven simply teleported out of her way, taking the empty bucket in his hand and snatching the source block from the air above her bed, completely drying it.
Louise, oblivious to the newfound dryness of her clothes, growled at Keven, pieces of straw sticking out from her hair. Keven felt a smirk working way unto his lips, this was one of his favorite moments of his day, which was why he was willing to chance a water source block just for waking her. Well, that and the fact that he would have had to do the experiment eventually. From the quick observation he found that this world absorbed Ender energy at a mildly fast rate, but it seemed to have some sort of waiting period, almost as if it was being absorbed by something around it.
That doesn't make any sense. Keven thought, even Endermen like myself don't take in pure Ender Energy like we put out. Only the actual Enderdragon can take in pure Ender. These thoughts confused Keven very much, he knew he was close to becoming part dragon, but he still wasn't even near close enough to have these effects. That had to mean that something else was having the effects. He had already tested the matter of the planet, so that was out. As far as he could tell there was no Ender around them, so that was also out. So the only thing left was Louise.
That's a scary concept. Keven shuddered. If Louise had already started to absorb Ender Energy from one brief teleport, now that was a scary thought. She could become as strong as the Enderdragon in as little as two years!
Storing the information for latter use, Keven turned back to Louise. Smirking once again, for he had lost it in his observations, he chuckled. "If you don't hurry, your going to be late for class you know." Keven teleported outside, listening to the ensuring hilarity. After some shuffling, bumping, something crashing, and what sounded like an explosion, Louise finally walked out, her hair only slightly fizzled. Keven let out a small chuckle when he looked at her. "Quite you." Louise barked out, growling in irritation.
"I don't suppose you can clean me faster?" Louise asked. Keven chuckled, "As a matter of fact, I do." he answered, waving his hand over her head and pushing off germs and dirt from her skin, and also fixing her hair, like she asked. Louise was surprised as she felt herself get cleaned, it was like she had just taken a bath, she didn't feel the deep clean feeling like when she soaked in one, but she felt all of her skin without any grime. Not only that, but whatever magic Keven had used to clean her left a prickling feeling in her neck. The shock stopped her in her tracks, not only did she feel her body get cleaner, but the same feeling that had made her so sick before, now only itched at her neck.
Turning, Louise saw a puzzled look on Keven's face, as if pondering the same thing she was. Shaking his head Keven looked her in the eye "Don't you have to go to class Louise?" he questioned amusedly. Louise felt her own face shift into one of horror. "Be outside when I get out from class, until then, just don't go causing any trouble!" Louise yelled at him, hurrying to her class. Keven waved her off, promising to be there to escort her to dinner.
After Louise left for her classes Keven thought of what he was going to do today. He quickly decided that he did not want to spend another day in Louise's magic classes, though he may listen in on her economy class, it never hurt to know the actual value of goods. First, Keven decided, I'll get some breakfast.
Making his way to the commoners kitchen to get some leftovers from the nobles breakfast. Why, you may ask, would a powerful Enderman like himself scavenge the scraps of human nobles you may ask? It is quite simple really, they have foods that his home world, The End, did not. Some foods, like mushroom stew and bread were the same, but others, like cheese, were completely unknown to him. Not only that but he had a natural love for money, gold, silver, anything precious, which made him want to save money by freeloading off of the staff.
When Keven went down however, he found the staff in a state of despair. "Why do you all look like somebody had all their skin cut off piece by piece, was brutally murdered in cold blood, and then fed to rabid wolves?" Keven asked. The head chief looked at Keven, acceptance and sadness reflecting in his eyes. "Did she not tell you?" he asked. Faintly wondering who 'she' was Keven shook his head no. The head chief sighed, "Siesta was hired on in Count Mott's estate." Keven considered the news, it wasn't something hadn't expected, but he didn't see why Siesta would leave. More money? he wondered.
Eyeing the old chief carefully, Keven spoke "I understand sadness at the loss of a friend, but I don't understand why you act like you'll never see her again" he explained. The old chief sighed "You don't get it, Count Mott asked for her personally, that usually means she going to be his... mistress." The chief, Marteau, said dejectedly. He looked saddened, but accepting of the terrible fact.
In The End, being a mistress was mildly respected. Any mistress was a mistress for a good reason, and it was generally assumed that they had married into a higher class because of some skill or wealth. Despite the obvious difference between the cultures, Keven had still read up on the culture and history of the people of Tristain, so he understood why that was a bad thing, nevertheless, Keven had to check. "Why did she go then?" he asked. Marteau sighed, "You don't get it, commoners have no choice but to obey nobles. We have no power against them."
Keven thought about that for a second. From what he had read, nobles were the guardians and just rulers of the commoners. He had had his suspicions when he saw the noble born students attending this school, but he had assumed that it was because of their age, and hoped that if it wasn't, they were an exception. It seemed they weren't though, and that meant that the books he had read were written by nobles. Which, in turn meant that either all or most books were written and controlled by nobles, or that commoners were mostly, or entirely, kept illiterate, and the books that were written by commoners were banned, or at least shunned.
There was really only one thing left for him to ask. "Tell me." Keven asked Marteau solemnly, "Do you think Siesta wants to become Mott's mistress?" Marteau shook his head "No, but what are you planning to do?" he asked. "Keven smirked, "Me? Absolutely nothing." Keven chuckled, "Oh, we never had this conversation, and I don't know about this."
As soon as Keven had walked out the door he teleported to he bandits he now had under him. The bandits, roused by his entrance, stared up at him. "Tonight we raid Count Mott's estate!" Keven boldly proclaimed. One of the bandits, Charles, if Keven remembered properly, stared at him like he was crazy "Are you crazy! There's no way that fifteen commoners will ever be able to get through the Count's guards, much less his... magic."
Hearing the raw awe that the bandit had said that made Keven reconsider his plan. The general, long term plan, would need much revising, even if most of it was in the beginning stages. He had thought the commoners would see magic as a powerful weapon, but it seems that they thought that magic was some kind of unstoppable power. That meant that he would have to inspire the commoners to get them to move at all, much make the elaborate network he planned. Still, he could work that, and use it to help him.
"You're right, fifteen commoners would never be able to fight their way into Mott's estate, but that's not what I need you for." Keven explained, a smirk playing on his lips. The plan was rather simple, they would go to the side and start climbing the walls, leaving a small carriage at the bottom, use the element of surprise to secure one of the tower walls. From there, they would take a defensive position. They would then station men at every entrance, and block the guards from coming in by stationing archers at every entrance. While everyone else was fighting, the old leader, Charles, would be yelling down about their new organization, the Enderdragon's Brigade They would hold out until he gave the signal, a burning arrow shot strait into the air. Any adjustments to the plan would be told when they arrived at the estate.
After he finished explaining his plan to the ex-bandits, all were amazed at the simple plan. The unspoken question remained though, Will the plan work? echoed through the minds of all the bandits. Finally, the Charles questioned the most noticeable flaw in the plan "How will we profit from this?" Keven once again fought down a smile at his second most powerful ally's remarks. "Because as you fight I will be uploading money from the Count's treasury using my teleportation." Charles stared at Keven suspiciously, "And how do we know you won't betray us and take all the money for yourself?" he asked. Keven huffed, in mock indigence, "Because I want allies at the moment, and losing any this early in the game would not benefit me nearly as much as keeping them." Charles grinned, "Then tonight we raid Count Mott!" The men cheered, and the ex-bandits became the Enderdragon's Brigade.
Keven smirked "We attack at the dead of night, and by this time tomorrow, we will have taken the first step, to ending the tyranny of mages, and ruling ourselves! For wealth, power, and freedom!" The new Brigade, instinctively recognizing this as their new motto, chanted "For wealth, power, and freedom!" on and on the chant went, "For wealth, power, and freedom!" Even as they worked, preparing for their attack on Count Mott, on nobility itself.
"For wealth, power, and freedom!"
Random Sentence!: La vive la revolucion!