Gylessidra Origins: Debauchery Von Drekk

Chapter 5 - V for Vengeance (D for Debauchery)

After such a strong audition, it didn't take too long for Drekk to promote Fergus to Lead Interrogator, a title that was never said, but one that Fergus himself decided sounded suitable to his job role. The Legionaries learned quickly to fear the threat of being visited by Mr Estebann, and he found respect among his comrades through the rumours spread about him and his methods. Word of the part he played in the interrogation of Nathelius spread like wildfire after the event, and people kept their distance from him, which Fergus was fine with. The years passed, and he took joy in his work, constantly seeking new and interesting tools to use for the next time an interrogation opportunity presented itself. It wasn't always information gathering though, occasionally Drekk would task him with finding members of rival factions and using them to send a message back to their leaders along with a healthy bout of demoralising fear, which he equally enjoyed as it meant less questions and more time for him to enjoy the fun of the activity.

He began to also curate an aesthetic to accent his intimidation tactics, after Drekk recommended he try and look less like an out-of-place noble's servant, and he chose a black leather-based armour set, with chainmail accents protecting exposed areas of his arms and legs, black buckled boots, as well as adorning his ears, horns, eyebrow and even the diamond tip of his tail with various piercings and chained accessories. His hair now cut much shorter, it showed off more of the strong, squared jaw that had come with his maturity, and he spent more time working on a slim yet built physique to replace the scrawny, thin and frail-looking figure he had before.

A decade to the day of him officially joining The Legionaries, he had made it to being practically a second-in-command to Drekk himself, and a 10-year anniversary celebration was thrown by the Orc to also celebrate the fact they had since become the biggest and most powerful Faction in all of Ourannicka, thanks to the intimidation imposed by Fergus and his work. Everyone enjoyed the break, drinks were had, merriment was made, morale was boosted, and everybody who wasn't on shift that evening was left feeling fairly unstable on their feet.

Once he had finished joining in with the social event, Fergus claimed a bottle of the unlabelled spirit they were drinking, and decided on going for a moonlit walk, making the excuse to anyone who asked that he was far too drunk to carry on celebrating and he made his way to the edge of the settlement.

"Jeuke? Get your ass down here." He cupped a hand around his mouth as he yelled up to the watchtower, and the blue dragonborn looked down as he beckoned. Jeuke reached the bottom of the watchtower ladder and grinned happily as Fergus handed him the bottle and patted him on the back. "Here you go man, can't have you missing out on the boons of the party eh?"

"Thanks Mr Estebann, you had enough yourself? You seem pretty sober to me." Jeuke offered the bottle to Fergus who simply held up a hand and shook his head.

"I'm all good. I never really end up enjoying the lack of clarity that drinking gives."

Jeuke laughed. "You're a weird one, but alright more for me I guess!"

"Just don't get too shitfaced, you're still on shift after all."

"You got it, Mr Estebann. Wouldn't want Drekk sending you my way for a telling off now, would I?" The dragonborn gave a playful pat on his arm, before turning and climbing back up the ladder as Fergus looked around the barren lands lit fairly well by the bright moonlight shining from the clear sky. As he cast his gaze out, he noticed something moving quickly over by a small scattering of trees about a quarter mile away from the settlement, and narrowed his eyes. It could have been an animal, but it had looked more humanoid, and Fergus began to make his way over, pulling a dagger out and moving lower and quieter as he neared the area.

Using shadows cast by the trees to his benefit, he crept around looking for any further movement and listening carefully. He found an abandoned shack nestled within a slightly denser collection of trees, one which he knew used to be used as a storehouse long before he arrived at the settlement of Tlek'throhk, and this shack had been abandoned for at least twenty years due to a lack of need for it as the settlement grew. He silently moved over to the door before carefully pushing it open and stepping inside, dagger raised up horizontally to protect his face from a surprise strike as he moved into the building.