#rumpel

~ Rumpelstiltskin ~

Cryptho's Halloween costume

WC: 327

A dark room, dust everywhere. Shields hung on the walls, and weapons sat in racks. The only available light being the small window in the wall, sun rays bouncing off the glistening metal. But that's only in the mornings when the sun is rising and it peeks through the bars. At night, not even the moon can light the shadowed room.

As the castle settles, the large, heavy door creaks open, then shuts swiftly again. Quiet footsteps walk through the room, a torch in the hand of whoever was so daring as to be here at night. And yet, the stranger sets it down, leaving it against the stone floor to dimly light his path. He looks around, peering at the objects scattered around the armory. But he has no interest in the swords and shields battered from wars and fights, nor does he find the plated armor or shining chainmail to be what he's looking for. He keeps walking, searching.

Then he spots it, in the very back. Hidden behind rows of racks and layers of shields. A set of armor, much unlike the others. It was dark, a weathered grey with a tint of a magical murk, casting an impossible shadow over its entirety. Yet it somehow glimmered. Not in the firelight, but in a purple hue, unusual to be found within the walls of the armory. A sinister grin spread across his features as he let out a giddy chuckle.

He walked, almost pranced, towards the object of his fascination. His scaly green fingers tapped together in anticipation as he neared the suit of spiked armor, and his sharp black nails clicked against each other with each tap. As he placed a clawed hand against the cold, dark metal, he could feel the energy radiating from it. It was almost as if it was vibrating, so subtly. Again, the man- no, the thing giggled. Oh, how Rumplestiltskin loved collecting his dues from a deal.