"I would like to play against you, if I may win my life back.."
The boatman moved slowly, deliberately. Levi could see nothing of it's face, but a had a vague notion that the creature was pleased. It was only logical; it's existence must have been quite dull. It produced an old driftwood chessboard, faded and aged beyond reckoning. The chessmen where carved from bone, naturally.
Summoning up what little memory of chess he had, Levi inched a pawn forward.
The boatman moved an opposite pawn with little hesitation. In this close proximity, Levi thought he could perhaps make out the creatures face. The contours of it suggested a terrible gauntness, but it was not as... skeletal as he expected. Far away, in the Old Countries, it was said that the boatman answered to the name "Charon".It would been somewhat inappropriate to apply such a human sounding name to a simple monster. Perhaps he had been a man once.
He turned his mind back to the task at hand. He grasped the bishop, a curiously weighty piece, and slid it towards the middle of the board.
The creature - Charon - across from him seem perturbed at this. It pondered in silence for what seemed like an eon before moving its own bishop slightly.
I have him now, Levi thought, unbelieving. He was an amateur, and the boatman should have had eons of practice. Was it letting him win? He slid his bishop into position to strike.
The boatman moved slowly, deliberately. Levi could see nothing of it's face, but a had a vague notion that the creature was pleased. It was only logical; it's existence must have been quite dull. It produced an old driftwood chessboard, faded and aged beyond reckoning. The chessmen where carved from bone, naturally.
Summoning up what little memory of chess he had, Levi inched a pawn forward.
The boatman moved an opposite pawn with little hesitation. In this close proximity, Levi thought he could perhaps make out the creatures face. The contours of it suggested a terrible gauntness, but it was not as... skeletal as he expected. Far away, in the Old Countries, it was said that the boatman answered to the name "Charon".It would been somewhat inappropriate to apply such a human sounding name to a simple monster. Perhaps he had been a man once.
He turned his mind back to the task at hand. He grasped the bishop, a curiously weighty piece, and slid it towards the middle of the board.
The creature - Charon - across from him seem perturbed at this. It pondered in silence for what seemed like an eon before moving its own bishop slightly.
I have him now, Levi thought, unbelieving. He was an amateur, and the boatman should have had eons of practice. Was it letting him win? He slid his bishop into position to strike.
