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| chadden | Jun 15 2011, 02:16 PM Post #1401 |
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"You should be educated on your powers, my Queen. If the magic has lain dormant within you, it is not surprising that it would emerge at a time like this. What is curious is why it has not presented itself before." He paused for a moment, probing with his unseen magic to judge her potential. "It could prove very dangerous if you do not learn to control it." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jun 15 2011, 02:17 PM Post #1402 |
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"Sister Laiya has already offered her services to train me," said Rebecca. "I have...told her to wait. It is not something I want to deal with right now." |
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| chadden | Jun 15 2011, 02:24 PM Post #1403 |
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"Magic should be dealt with by mages, your Highness, not monks. And if you do not deal with as soon as possible then it could harm you, as well as those around you." He looked over to the young prince. "Are you sure that is something you want to risk?" |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jun 15 2011, 02:25 PM Post #1404 |
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Rebecca followed Mordain's gaze and suddenly grew fearful. "Who should train me, then?" she asked. |
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| chadden | Jun 15 2011, 02:27 PM Post #1405 |
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"I would suggest that you speak with the Mage Lords. It would be their honour to instruct one such as yourself in the ways of magic. Control of it is difficult to grasp, but it will open a whole new world to you." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jun 15 2011, 02:30 PM Post #1406 |
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"Is there any way to be rid of it?" asked Rebecca. |
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| chadden | Jun 15 2011, 02:33 PM Post #1407 |
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Mordain stood very still, thinking back over all that he knew. In truth, it was not a question he had ever been asked. "It is not beyond the realm of possibility to believe that there may be a way to rid a person of magical ability, but it is not something I have ever attempted to do." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jun 15 2011, 02:39 PM Post #1408 |
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"Can you find out if it could be possible?" asked Rebecca.
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| chadden | Jun 15 2011, 06:11 PM Post #1409 |
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"I could, but I would think that my abilities would be better spent in other areas, your Highness. The events that plague Weissland now... Leading the Seekers to find the King is what I believe I should focus on. You should focus on taming the magical abilities within you, and I will focus on what I do best. Once the King is found I can put my efforts towards ridding you of your magical abilities, if that is truly what you want." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jun 15 2011, 06:24 PM Post #1410 |
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"Very well," said Rebecca. "You may take your leave, Lord Mordain." |
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| chadden | Jun 16 2011, 10:22 PM Post #1411 |
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Mordain bowed. "As you wish." He turned and left to make his way back to the Seeker stronghold. ----- Kristian had been taken to an inn for sleep. Two Seekers stood guard outside his room, with more placed throughout the building. Sleep was rare for him and usually brief. Sometimes it was peaceful, yet other times his dreams were dominated by fragments of a life forgotten. He saw happiness and gore side-by-side. Sometimes he chose not to sleep, to avoid risking seeing the images again. But tonight he dreamed of new things, things he had never seen before... The world was barren and lifeless. Where once there had been lush grassland, now there were fields of ash. The sky cowered behind an impenetrable wall of dark clouds. The only light came from flashes of unearthly green lightning that ravaged the clouds above. Kristian stood upon a hill, looking down upon the land below. He saw the people of Weissland standing in ash-covered, tattered clothing. They wore expressions of sorrow and scars born from terrible times. Thousands of them stood looking up towards him. Yet between him and the masses stood a towering man in dark robes. A group of Weisslanders came forward, a family by the looks of it; two parents, two children. In horror, Kristian watched as the parents ushered their children forward. There was a sickening, sinking feeling in his stomach that something terrible was going to happen. "No, no! What are you doing?! Stop!" screamed Kristian as he ran forward. The towering man opened his hands and placed his palms upon the childrens' heads. In the next instant there was a flash of green energy and the children vanished into dust. Kristian skidded to a halt and staggered back in terror. Slowly, tears swelled in the sides of his eyes. "Why... why did you do that?" Then he understood. All the people, all the Weisslanders, they were just waiting to die. They stood in silent acceptance as this man took their lives one by one. Slowly, the towering, robed figure turned towards him. "This is what awaits your world, boy." "Krodalis." said Kristian, through gritted teeth. "The end of all things comes soon, Kristian. You will help me achieve it. I am the salvation of this failed existence." "Never!" "Defiance is not surprising. Acceptance of such truths takes time. But I have had an age to witness the insufferable failings of this world. You, too, will learn. And then you will give yourself over to me." "I won't! I'll die before I side with you! You monster!" Krodalis smiled. "There are monsters all around you, hiding in plain sight behind their civilised conversation and good intentions. They are all self-serving cowards who don't dare show their true colours. Compromise is for the weak." "You're wrong!" screamed Kristian. "People are good and kind. The world isn't broken, you're broken!" "Well let us see how you feel once your power is unlocked. Let us see how these good and kind people act once you are exposed as just another monster. When this city and these people turn on you, when the illusions of their false smiles fall away and their true colours are shown, I will return for you." Kristian began backing away as Krodalis advanced down upon him. He reached out and touched the boy's forehead. "Dream of destruction, Kristian. All is dust." Kristian's vision faded and was replaced by nothing but darkness and that unearthly green lightning. In his bed, he kicked and screamed as horrific images ravaged his mind. He grew more and more fitful until finally he released one last scream. His body unleashed a shock wave of dark green energy. It blew through the building and those nearby. Just as Krodalis had said, everything it touched was instantly reduced to nothing but dust. Stone, wood and flesh alike; all was dust. Five buildings and those within were eradicated in an instant. Kristian lay on the ground, still unconscious but breathing heavily. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| chadden | Jun 17 2011, 10:53 AM Post #1412 |
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Mordain hurried through the streets, following the thick scent of vile magic. Yet it was a familiar scent. The power that had been unleashed in the city bore the same magical signature as his own demonic side. His mind was racing as he tried to make sense of it. How was it possible? He had kept his demonic side in check, so it had to be the work of another. Krodalis. But his power could not yet affect the physical world. In any case, he wanted answers, and he wanted to resolve this before the monks became involved. He mused that he should be thankful for Kelan Weaver's death, but now Laiya was in charge and had proven herself to be nearly as infuriating. He would keep them out of this matter. As long as it had nothing to do with finding the King then they would have no authority to act. As he rounded the next corner, he bore witness to the destruction that lay before him. Confused and weeping civilians walked around, searching through rubble and ash for any trace of loved ones. Guards moved about desperately trying to make sense of what had happened. Entire buildings had been reduced to nothing. Mordain walked forward slowly and looked around. The destruction was in a wide radius, but it had to have had a focal point, a source. "Lord Mordain! Please, what has happened?" exclaimed one weeping woman as she approached him. "My husband... He was having a drink in the inn... Is he dead?" "I cannot say what has happened here, not yet. Give me time. The Seekers will handle this. You will have your answers." he replied but kept moving. As he drew closer to what seemed to be the focal point, where the inn had once stood, he saw Kristian lying upon the ground amongst ash and rubble. The stench of fowl magic hung heavy about him and his face bore an expression of horror. Mordain approached and knelt down beside him. Slowly, he placed two fingers upon the boy's forehead to see what lay within his mind but recoiled instantly as a jolt of agony shot through him. The mocking face of Krodalis flashed through his mind. "Lord Mordain." He turned to see a series of guards standing behind a captain. Their faces were angry; many had lost loved ones. "What is it?" "Is... is he the one who did this? He seems to be at the centre of it all!" snarled the captain. Mordain rose slowly and purposefully to tower over the guards. "This is just a boy. A boy under my protection." His fist tightened about his staff. "I will find whoever did this, that much I promise you, but you will not throw random blame about. If you are hungry for vengeance, then you will have to wait. But this boy will not be harmed. Do I make myself clear?" The guards withdrew and nodded. "Now help the civilians. Seekers will be here soon to begin an investigation." Mordain reached down and picked up Kristian. Carrying the boy in both arms, he began walking away back towards the Seeker stronghold. He needed a scapegoat to blame, to keep Kristian from the public eye and away from blame. But he would also need to mask and contain the boy's power. The monks would likely be able to sense a dark taint in him, just as they had with Mordain. He needed time to think. Until then, he would keep Kristian near him. If he did that, the monks would likely mistake Kristian's dark taint as simply being a part of Mordain. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| chadden | Jun 17 2011, 03:06 PM Post #1413 |
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((Feel free to jump into this or PM me if you need an idea on how to get involved. I'll keep going by my lonesome for now and do something to do with finding the King when I get home in a few hours.)) There was a room, hidden at the back of the new Seeker stronghold. In truth, it was hidden behind Mordain's quarters. A bookcase slid aside to reveal a heavy iron door that opened up to a flight of stairs. Mordain had made the room into his quarters after discovering the secret chamber behind. Such places were priceless in his line of work. The door itself was protected by a magical seal of Mordain's own creation. Within the chamber, he had locked away and hidden many things; sensitive documents, spell tomes, trinkets, evidence, and now Kristian too. The boy was sat, still unconscious, in an arm chair with his hands bound by shackles. Upon the shackles were glowing runes. They were used to subdue mages by negating their ability to conjure magic. Whether or not they would suffice to contain the level of power within Kristian remained to be seen, but Mordain had to hope that they would buy him time. The chamber itself was a circular chamber with shelves built into the walls. Torches illuminated the gloomy dark quite well, for it was not a large room. Mordain was sat on his knees at the door. More defences would be needed, more precautions had to be taken. He had wanted to just keep Kristian by his side for a time, but there was too much work to be done to have a boy following him around. There was one final spell he wanted to use. It was a cloaking spell, and a very powerful one at that. In fact it was one of his own creation, for it utilised something that no one else possessed; the demonic blood that coursed through his veins. Upon the floor in front of the door, he had marked a ritual circle by scorching the stone itself with his magic. The pattern was intricate, complex and had taken the better part of an hour to make. On opposing sides of the circle sat two candles that burned with a purple flame, for he had soaked the candles in basilisk venom. Behind him was a small bowl containing a precious amount of vampire ash. Finally, in front of him there was another bowl holding the tears of a banshee. All the reagents were difficult to come by. He had a stock of them all within his personal collection, and he only dipped into that collection when it was truly necessary. In the past he had used this spell to cloak entire buildings. For only one room it should suffice, he thought. But he had never attempted to conceal this amount of power before. He could feel the strength of Kristian's magic filling the room. The boy had the potential to become far more powerful than even Mordain. The Mage of Shadows sat up on his knees and removed his left sleeve. Then, he picked up a large blade with his right hand and placed it upon his exposed blue flesh. The surface of his left hand and forearm crackled with terrible energy. It was a strange sight, to see the surface of skin cracked and glowing, but it was also where his blood was the most demonic and concentrated. He took a deep breath and began chanting the spell words. It was the demonic tongue that he spoke in, for the language was regrettably well known to him. And they think necromancy is bad... The torches flickered and a gust filled the chamber. The shadows raced and danced about him as the foul words poured from his lips. Then, in a swift motion, he drew the blade across his arm and roared in pain as his blood spilled onto the floor. The dark liquid fell onto the ritual circle and moved as if possessed to swallow the other ingredients. He continued chanting and, just before his spell was finished, he swept his wound across the door to leave a stain of blood against it. As the final words left his lips, the ritual circle erupted with dark purple energy and then vanished as quickly as it had come. Mordain slumped to the ground, breathing heavily. "Lord Mordain?" He turned slowly to see Kristian staring at him with frightened eyes. The boy noticed the shackles and seemed confused. "What's going on? What did you do?" He seemed to be becoming frantic, and very quickly too. Mordain turned and pulled himself over to Kristian. "What do you remember, Kristian? Do you remember what you did, how you did it?" Kristian looked around as if searching for some fragmented remnant of a memory. Images flew through his mind but they couldn't... they couldn't be real, could they? "Did I... did I kill people?" he asked, his voice suddenly becoming little more than a whisper. "Yes." "But I didn't mean to! It was..." He rubbed his head as things started becoming more clear. "It was him! He found me, he made me... made me kill all those people! He said," he gulped, frightened by his own memories, "'all is dust'." "You have incredible power, but it is dangerous. You can wield great destructive forces but it is born from the same source as my demonic side. It is Krodalis's power. Part of his magic is within you. He will try to get to you, just as he did with me. Until you can learn control and until I better understand your abilities, you are a danger to everyone in this city." He took hold of the shackles and lifted them up so Kristian could see. "The runes on these are what we use to subdue mages. They prevent the use of magic. Until I can find out what is happening to you, you must wear these. And you must stay in this room, hidden." He breathed heavily and weakly pointed towards the door. "That spell should keep you hidden from anyone and anything." Kristian was staring down at his hands. The memory of what he had done was clear within his mind. "I killed... so many people. Just like that. I remember the feeling..." "What's done is done. Dwelling on it serves no one. Look to the future." Very slowly, Mordain pulled himself to his feet using his staff and then leaned heavily against it. "I will return with food. You should be safe here. I will get answers for you, Kristian. This bastard will not ruin another life." Mordain turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Once back in his own quarters, he fell to the ground and continued to breathe heavily as he tried to regain his strength. "My Lord!" exclaimed Marr as he entered and rushed over to Mordain. "I just need time!" snapped Mordain as Marr lifted him into a sitting position. He grabbed Marr's collar and pulled him closer. "Send Seekers to Carak. Bring Wyrillyn Thaendil here. Do not let anyone know, do you understand? No one! And summon the Legion. They are needed in Asulien." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jun 17 2011, 03:20 PM Post #1414 |
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Laiya and two of her monks blinked into appearance at the site of the attack. As she arrived, she could smell the death in the air, but perhaps even more clearly she could sense strong currents of dark magic. Seeing a guard captain who looked angry and distraught at the same time, Laiya strode over and asked, "What happened here?" |
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| chadden | Jun 17 2011, 03:22 PM Post #1415 |
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The captain rounded on what he thought was another civilian searching for answers, but bit his tongue when he recognised Lady Laiya. "We're not sure yet, milady. Witnesses say there was a flash of green energy and then everything was gone. Just... gone." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jun 17 2011, 03:24 PM Post #1416 |
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Laiya could sense something else...she closed her eyes for a moment and extended her powers outwards. "Who was responsible?" she asked, eyes still closed. |
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| chadden | Jun 17 2011, 03:26 PM Post #1417 |
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"I don't know, milady. It looks to be the work of necromancers..." He paused, thinking for a moment. "There was a boy lying unconscious over where the inn had once stood. He was the only survivor and that, well, frankly that seemed strange. Lord Mordain took him away though and scorned us, accusing us of randomly throwing blame around. He made it very clear that the boy was to be left alone, but I don't know what to think." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jun 17 2011, 03:31 PM Post #1418 |
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Laiya opened her eyes and nodded. "It would appear Lord Mordain is hiding something from us," she said to the two monks with her, but loud enough for those guards and civilians around her to catch it as well. "Thank you, Captain, that is all we need. I will send some of my people to conduct funeral rites on the dead." With that, she turned away and the three monks teleported away. |
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| chadden | Jun 17 2011, 03:35 PM Post #1419 |
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The guards averted their eyes as the monks vanished. "Would Lord Mordain really do that?" asked one civilian. "That is not for you to say!" snapped the guard captain. Once the civilians had moved away, he looked to the other guards and sighed. "Well, what do you think sir? Would he?" asked a guard. The captain replied in a hushed voice. "Aracen only knows what goes on in that man's mind. But it is not our space to speculate. If foul play has been conducted, it is up to the monks to uncover it. But don't forget your place!" |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jun 17 2011, 03:43 PM Post #1420 |
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Laiya and the monks reappeared at the royal palace in the chapel. Taking her leave, Laiya immediately headed up the stairs to the queen's chambers, and knocked. "Enter," said a voice. Laiya walked in and found the queen sitting staring out the window. "My Queen, have you moved at all today?" Laiya asked, suddenly worried. "I have, Sister," said Rebecca, turning to look at her. She stood up. "What can I help you with?" "My Queen, there has been a tragedy in the city," said Laiya. Rebecca suddenly grew worried. "What sort of tragedy?" "A magical attack of some kind," said Laiya. "Five buildings were destroyed, and all their occupants killed." "Who...who could have done this in our city?" asked Rebecca, pained. "The local guards said necromancers, but I have never seen them do something like this," said Laiya. "Plus, the feel of this magic was different. It was darker, much older, than anything a necromancer could hope to do. The guards also said Lord Mordain arrived at the scene and spirited away a young boy who was the only survivor at the center of the attack. Strange, is it not?" "What are you saying?" asked Rebecca. "I am simply reporting the facts to you, my Queen," said Laiya with a respectful nod. "You believe Lord Mordain may know something about what happened?" asked Rebecca. "I do," said Laiya. "In fact, I believe he may be covering it up. The guards say they were rebuked for blaming the boy too quickly, yet why would he be alive, and at the center of the blast, no less. And why would Mordain spirit him away? The Seekers are not healers. They specialize in deception and stealth." Rebecca sat back down. "Why did this have to happen without James?" she asked quietly. "My Queen," said Laiya forcefully. "Your husband is gone. We look to you for guidance." "Summon Lord Mordain here," said Rebecca finally, exasperated. "As you wish, my Queen," said Laiya. She bowed and left the room, but stayed just outside. She formed a spell sphere with the simple command from the Queen for Mordain to visit her, and sent it off. |
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