A Charon seeks purpose or prey?

[Kria'thn Ki]

The Charon an arachnid like figure scuttled in. His human head and torso twisting, scanning the surfaces of this foreign place. Creeping slowly across the orders floor and occasionally its walls when necessary as space and stealth required. Kria’thn heard living gifts patter about these corridors, gifts for the void and something more, impossible, what else could be here of consequence. Yet drawn onward he was by what seemed the usual allure, but felt oddly stronger and more palatable.

This..Realspace as it was known, was full of offerings, full of small pockets of life and trophies to extinguish for the full richness that was his purpose.

Ever since his hatchling cycle the Charon had known his fate, trapped cut off but with some purpose it seemed. He would accomplish what others had failed, he would reach a completion a unity with the void. Blessed to be one of three of countless hatchlings whom had survived to maturity, it could only of been because he was meant to be here, yes the calling was stronger in this place. The journey had not been easy but then life was not meant to be easy, where would the trial be in that. Still, time enough to contemplate the path later.

Hmm but could he resist taking a few before he conversed with these offerings, he would try, but only for the greater purpose. If the void decreed that it had to be so, then he would learn why he had been driven here, he hoped with good reason.

[Lord Van-Derveld]

"You!"

As the creature turned to look who had called to him, he was greeted with a distasteful scowl. Vega Van-Derveld look the Charon up and down and had presumably come to the conclusion that it was no better than the scum on the bottom of his well-polished boots.

"Who are you? What are you doing here, beast?"

[Kria'thn Ki]

Kria’thn noticed something close to him, a figure calling in his direction. The mannerism of the creature was interesting, his calling tone one of distaste. Amusing thought the Charon, ‘beast’ exactly what he had been considering most of the creatures on this pitiful world, whom he had so far encountered, to be.

The expressions noted Kria’thn’s mood remained unchanged, cold void of any emotion whatsoever. He was beginning to recognise these offering’s temperament and behaviour but still, from a largely alien standpoint, felt little connection to it himself.

He stared at the approaching humanoid coldly, as if considering his response carefully and perhaps his earlier question; was conversation or conflict preferred? Kria’thn could not explain why but around the being his earlier feeling intensified, the pull was stronger, the curiosity greater, his inner conflict had been answered for him.

“I seek the father, the…” Kria’thn searched for a more appropriate term.

“The lord of this… compound, so that I might better understand the power contained within these walls.” He paused judging response.

“I will meet with him now.” He added, though not arrogantly but matter-of-factly. The Charon had little knowledge of custom and very few social skills.

Kria’thn gave a series of clicks and movements of his legs. A certain amount of posturing if you were familiar enough with Charon’s to notice.

[Lord Van-Derveld]

"Until you are a member of this order, you can make no such demands," Vega replied, quirking a brow at the oddity.

[Kria'thn Ki]

Kria’thn seemed to pause a moment, again considering his position. The next logical choice, in his predatory alien reasoning, was either to remove the figure before him and find someone who could fulfil his request, or delay and inquire as to the demand laid before him. Choices, choices, a moments pause again. His body language betraying this inward debate quite openly, as his arms and body shifted slightly, eyes locked with the one whom had approached.

Delay was the single biggest cause of angst to the Charon’s whole purpose, but equally, his curiosity at all that was unique in this ‘realspace’ was more than a counter balance. Coupled with the pull he felt from his surroundings, he surrendered to his inquisitive anticipation, though not without a speculative thought or two on the demise of the figure before him.

“I understand. How must I join this order of which you speak?”

[Warlock]

“You must agree to abide by our code. Nothing more, nothing less.”

An old robed figure approached, waving a dismissive hand towards the so-called Lord Van-Derveld. He looked the creature up and down – what a marvel!

“We are family, and as such betrayal is the highest crime which you can commit. You must swear allegiance to the Order and its members. Then, you will be one of us.”