Claribel the Mad
Come little children...I've a treat for you...
Come little children...I've a treat for you...
claribelthemad started following you
“So… how long you been dead?”
“Eh?” Claribel examined the stranger. She was in a rejuivanted form, not looking dead. “How did you…” she stopped herself. “I mean…about one hundred years, dear? We met, pretty lady?”
“Ah, so you will hunch again?” she asks. She remains where she stands, as are good manners. A lady never pries into a gentleman’s business. He may have things hidden that he did not want her to see and she could relate. “Another cursed like myself? Why must we keep dying so many times? I was taught as a child we only died once. And then this happens,” she shakes her head.“Deceit is not a young art. Perhaps your tutors were lied to, in turn, about the nature of death.” Ardost lets out a dry laugh, offering Claribel one of the fine glasses, brimful with blood red wine that glittered with flecks of silver. “But to answer your question, yes… It will not be long until my back crooks itself again. I had hoped to sustain my good health, but it dwindles in spite of my efforts.”
“No way to keep yourself tall?” she asks, taking the glass. She looks into it, savoring the smell before she takes a dainty sip. It has been a long time. She can even feel the warmth run down her throat. “Mmm…How do you revive yourself then?” she asks. She knew few other undead individuals and Ardost was certainly the most interesting. She giggles, “I can feel the wine already!”“It is quite the novelty, isn’t it?” He takes an idle sip of his wine. Even now that he can taste it, there is still an urge to throw the wine glass onto the stone floor. “I lack the means to restore myself, as you do… It seems your curse, in that respect, differs from mine. Each means I have attempted extinguishes itself before long, and I am left to discover alternate measures.”
“Pardon me, Your Majesty,” she bows her head slightly. “But how did you die? I was…pushed into a boiling pot of water. It was painful, I confess. But when it was over I felt nothing. I feel nothing until I am restored like this.” She sets her free hand to her chest, “Never mind if I pry. Forgive me.”
“Thank you, sir!” She looks about wide-eyed for a moment, recalling her proper table manners. She remains behind, watching with curiosity as the undead king goes to the cabinet. “Your Majesty looks well too. Your height,” she gestures with her hand above her head. “The tallest I have ever seen,” she smiles. “And your skin too. Have you been eating children too?” she laughed.
“If only,” he laughs with her. “Then I should never hunch again. I lack your ingenuity, I fear.” He takes two glasses from the cabinet, pouring the wine, glancing idly over at Claribel. It was truly remarkable what the devouring of children could do for one’s complexion.
“Ah, so you will hunch again?” she asks. She remains where she stands, as are good manners. A lady never pries into a gentleman’s business. He may have things hidden that he did not want her to see and she could relate. “Another cursed like myself? Why must we keep dying so many times? I was taught as a child we only died once. And then this happens,” she shakes her head.
“Deceit is not a young art. Perhaps your tutors were lied to, in turn, about the nature of death.” Ardost lets out a dry laugh, offering Claribel one of the fine glasses, brimful with blood red wine that glittered with flecks of silver. “But to answer your question, yes… It will not be long until my back crooks itself again. I had hoped to sustain my good health, but it dwindles in spite of my efforts.”
“No way to keep yourself tall?” she asks, taking the glass. She looks into it, savoring the smell before she takes a dainty sip. It has been a long time. She can even feel the warmth run down her throat. “Mmm…How do you revive yourself then?” she asks. She knew few other undead individuals and Ardost was certainly the most interesting. She giggles, “I can feel the wine already!”
