Seobaak

Part 5: Mordicelli

One thousand miles from the Battlebrook forests, across the Gracesea River, there was a fairly large city called Draguilun. It was populated mostly by Vampyres and Elfs, and those passing through never spent less than three nights drunk in a tavern.

Draguilun was typically known for the rumors that spread like wildfire through the city. The halkae tavern was the prime spot for gossip, so that is where Mordecelli sat, sipping warm beetroot rum and listening in on snippets of scuttlebutt.

Mordecelli was often the main subject of such rumors. No one quite knew how he had gotten to Draguilun, or where he came from. There was something about him that both fascinated and intimidated the inhabitants of Draguilun. 

Perhaps it was when he smiled, his lips pulling away from his long fangs in a sort of sick grimace. Maybe it was his silver hair that didn't look exactly like hair, more of a curtain, which always billowed behind him no matter how windy it was. 

It was rare to see him outside, and his pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. He always seemed to stare directly at you for too long, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. Not to mention that his eyes were a dark purple color, a shade of purple that doesn't quite have a name yet.

Whatever it was, people agreed that he was weird, and should be avoided at all costs. This was why he sat alone in the tavern, everyone seemed intent on keeping a proper distance. And so he sat, listening to the rumors floating around the room.