His Lordship, Aldern
His presence fills the doorway. Light spills out from the room behind him, with the outline of furniture suggests a study or laboratory setup.
Aldern, his lordship. He is tall and very thin, his body clothed in an incredibly fine noble garb, with gold piping and long tails.
In his left hand he holds what looks to be a leather hat or mask, and in his right a long razor with fine bone handle. He smiles when he sees you all. It is when he smiles that the certainty of his ghoulish nature becomes apparent. The teeth, the long, snake-like tongue, the smell ...
Mal is clearly unsettled, his fine senses picking up the stench that emanates from the once-noble Aldern Foxglove.
He speaks.
"My, my. You have come, little flies to my honey-pot. And you bring some flotsam with you."
Iesha lurches forward, trying to move towards Aldern. He doesn't flinch as she stumbles towards him.
"I have come to kill you Aldern, for what you have done to me. DIE!"
She lunges at him, a flow of hair and fabric as she claws for his face. He makes a single movement, his right arm sweeping the razor viciously upwards and across her neck. She stumbles backwards, falling to the ground, clawing at the stone floor, her eyes on Aldern as she flails and claws. Black blood boils up and over the thick, clean cut that has half severed her head.
Aldern looks down upon her with what almost appears to be pity. "It took me, Iesha. This thing took me. I never wanted it to take me. I didn't want it to turn me into this thing."
And then quietly, as he bends forward a little towards the dying woman.
"I am sorry!"
OOC: Anyone that held their attack can attack if they desire, or you can wait and engage in talk, movement, dancing, or whatever.
