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Asulien; Change the name when we need to
Topic Started: Jun 4 2008, 06:16 PM (17,221 Views)
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Since her encounter with Mordain and the Queen, Laiya's conscience had been troubled. She had her orders from the Queen, to focus solely on finding the King, and her monks had been working at that tirelessly; yet at the same time, she knew Mordain had not been telling the truth about the supposed necromancer attack. There was something he was hiding, something that needed to be known. She would not disobey the Queen, no, but she could not stand by and do nothing.

Looking over at one of the other monks, Laiya asked, "Is there any word on the search for the armor?"

"Not yet, Sister," said the monk.

Laiya nodded thoughtfully. Since James's holy armor was of their own forging, a suit of plate mithril infused with divine, holy power to protect him, it gave off a holy radiance that the monks could hone in on. What troubled Laiya, however, was that they had been unable to find any trace of the King's armor. Riding across Weissland had come up with nothing, and neither had using their powers to try to penetrate into deep recesses of the country, and the ocean. That could mean only one thing: King James was across the sea somewhere, or in Rifelindor. Suddenly thinking of something, Laiya strode quickly out of the small chapel, heading for the Queen's chambers. Upon entering, she announced, "My Queen, the King is not in Weissland."

"How do you know?" asked Rebecca, surprised.

"We have been unable to find any trace of his blessed armor anywhere in the country," said Laiya.

"Could the people who kidnapped him simply taken it off and taken it with them, leaving him here?" asked Rebecca.

"No," said Laiya, shaking her head. "These were no thieves. The armor is with the King, I am sure of it."

"What is to be done, then?" asked Rebecca.

"I ask that I be allowed to send monks to Rifelindor," said Laiya. "That country has had many problems, and I would not put it past them to kidnap the King as part of a plan to rectify them."

Rebecca thought for a moment, and then nodded. "Very well, you may send your monks there. Will you be accompanying them?"

"No, my Queen," said Laiya. "I feel my place is here, in the capital."
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Mordain paced around a cell. The necromancer prisoner was before him, shackled to a chair that, in turn, was bolted to the floor. Before the man, on a table, was a parchment and a quill with ink. The man was cowering with fear in his chair, yet glaring at Mordain and trying desperately to summon the courage to defy him.

"Before you, necromancer, is a confession. It details how you lead a group of lingering servants of the vile Drathmor in an attack against this city. It speaks of how you sacrificed them to conjure sufficient power to unleash a magical attack against the people of Asulien, in retribution for the destruction of the Dark Lord. It-"

"Those are lies!" spat the necromancer.

As soon as the words passed his lips, Mordain struck him across his face. The blow burst his lip. With blood trickling down his cheek, he cowered. "It details how you were the only survivor, left standing so that you could unleash the magic and kill close to a hundred of Weissland's people." Mordain moved to the other side of the table and leaned foward, placing his palms down to support himself. "This is your confession, necromancer. You will sign it."

"I am no fool, Mordain! If I sign this, then my life is forfeit!"

"You are fool enough if you cannot see that your life is forfeit already." He reached forward and tapped the parchment. "Sign it and I will grant you a quick and easy death. If not, I will show you horror the likes of which the dark lords of the Defiled Kingdom could only dream of. Of that, you can be sure."

The necromancer avoided his gaze, ever-moving his head from side to side. "I will not sign."

Calmly, Mordain rose and removed the glove from his right hand to reveal his blue, demonic skin. He walked round to the necromancer and gripped him tightly around his left elbow. The man tried to pull away, but the shackles bound him, not to mention Mordain's considerable strength.

"What... what are you doing?" stammered the man.

Mordain reached over to put his other hand over the man's mouth and force his head down. His eyes glowed with a crimson shine that burned through the darkness of his shroud. Demonic fire built in the palm of his exposed hand. It was mere moments before the man started to scream and plead, though such cries for mercy were muffled by Mordain's hand. The fire burned and burned; it's demonic nature made Mordain impervious to it, but it was making quick work of the prisoner. The fire burned through cloth, flesh and bone, until it finally severed the man's arm completely.

Mordain withdrew as the necromancer howled in agony. His cries were only intensified when he looked down at his arm, seeing the raw bone of what remained of his elbow protruding from his sleeve. "You're mad! You're a monster!"

"I warned you." said Mordain calmly. Again, he reached over and tapped the parchment. "Sign it."

The necromancer eyed Mordain with raw hatred and incredible terror.

Mordain leaned closer. "Sign it, before you run out of limbs."

Cautiously, the necromancer leaned over with his shaking right hand and picked up the quill. With tremendous effort, he signed his name along the bottom. The man leaned back. "Now what of-"

In a whiplash motion, Mordain tore his hand through the air, summoned his sword and cleaved the man's head from his shoulders.
"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.

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"What is it that you wish to remain here for, while your men search?" asked Rebecca.

"We are not an army," said Laiya. "We are not fighting an enemy. The monks of Aracen do not need their leader at every moment. Plus, there are more pressing matters here to attend to."

"More pressing than finding my husband?" asked Rebecca angrily.

"No, my Queen, not in the slightest," said Laiya. "More important than the necessity of my presence with those who are searching, however. My brothers and sisters will find your husband; my presence will not alter the success of their mission."

"Then what will your presence alter here?" asked Rebecca.

"There is the matter of your magical training, my Queen," said Laiya. "As well as the suspicious actions of Lord Mordain and his Seekers."

"We spoke of this already, Sister," said Rebecca. "You are to focus on my husband."

"The Monks of Aracen are focusing on your husband, my Queen," said Laiya. "However, what Lord Mordain is doing here must be investigated. We cannot let him run about the capital keeping secrets from you."

"My husband trusted Lord Mordain," said Rebecca hesitantly. "I must do the same."
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His meditation finished for the time being Nathaniel Drakkon went and found himself something to eat in what had become the mess hall. He took a simple meal of bread, cheese, some salted ham, and an apple. All of it washed down with cool water. It was after that that his work began, as he sent three spell sphere out to members of the Watchmen that he could be sure would work well on the task required of Lord Mordain.
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Mordain dismissed his blade and called two Seekers into the room. They were hesitant at seeing the headless corpse. New recruits...

"Destroy this body. All trace of it. Do you understand?" said Mordain as he examined the 'confession'.

"Yes, Lord Mordain."

"Good." He folded the parchment into his robes and began chanting a few spell words. Purple energy crackled up his staff, beginning at the bottom and growing in intensity as it reached the eyes of the raven. He cracked the butt off the floor; the energy shot down the staff and washed over the entire room. It was a spell to prevent any seeing what had transpired within the room in the past. However, he then produced a small orb. He held it forth and chanted further spell words to draw the magical energy into the sphere. Again, he put this within his robes. "Bring word to Lord Marr that I must speak with him in my office, once the body is taken care of."

"Yes, Lord Mordain." echoed the Seekers.
"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.

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As the spell sphere disappeared, Laiya stepped forward and nodded. "Very good, your Majesty," said Laiya. During the conversation with Boralays, Laiya had used magic to mask her voice, and had whispered hints to Rebecca as to what to say; it had appeared to work without a hitch.

"Thank you, Sister," said Rebecca.
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Mordain was sat in his office, reviewing the necromancer's confession. It was a dangerous game he was playing, yet it was essential, until he could be sure of the monks; one way or the other.

His head lifted as a spell sphere approached him.

"Lord Boralays." He said, his own sorcery allowing him to see through the sphere to who commanded it from the other side. "Do you have something to report?"
"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.

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((I'll post Boralays here for ease.))

Boralays spoke into the spell sphere "Yes Lord Mordain. I have contacted Lord Aldron about this, and I spoke with the Queen, the King was not available, it seems only right to inform you as head of the Seekers and the closest the mages now have to an Archmage. The necromancer who was driven out of Aelendak has contacted me and wants to meet me alone to discuss diplomacy, between Aelendak and Odelen. It is obviously a trap and our forces here are planning to ambush and kill the necromancer. Lord Aldron will also be marshalling his forces to march on Odelen once the proper scouting is done. I just wanted to keep you up to date."

He cleared his throat before saying "Also, there is another matter I wanted to bring to your attention. When I spoke to the Queen she seemed distracted, like someone was talking to her that I could not hear. I could sense magic blocking me from hearing something. I know of only the mage lords in the capital with magic who would be advising the Queen, and can see no reason as to why they would block me like that. It seemed suspicious so I thought you should know. Curiosity, you know, something I share with that erstwhile student of mine, Nathaniel Drakkon."
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Mordain's attention instantly peaked at the mention of the blocking. He should have cared more about the necromancer, but it sounded like Boralays was already on top of that. There were few Mage Lords that Mordain could count on as much as Jarroth (is that his name? lol).

"Thank you, Lord Boralays. I assure you I will look into it. I doubt very much it was a Mage Lord; you need not concern yourself with division in our ranks. Not for now, at least." He paused, thinking. "Be wary of the necromancer, Jarroth."
"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.

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"I will Lord Mordain. If things go well, the south-east of Weissland may be clear of enemies soon. I must go now, my lord, the enemy awaits." With that the spell sphere vanished.
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Mordain leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin. So Laiya is directing the Queen... Such a thing was far too dangerous to be allowed to continue. He would have to separate the monk from the Queen. But how? The only way to achieve such a thing was to have the Queen send her away herself. Mordain doubted, much to his dismay, that Rebecca would take his word over Laiya's. This would take time, and that was the one thing he feared that he had precious little of. How long until Laiya poisoned Rebecca against him?
"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.

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The next morning, Laiya once again went to the Queen's chambers, but this time, for a different purpose.

"Good morning, sister," said Rebecca from her usual seat at the window of her chambers, holding her son Cullen in her arms.

"Good morning, your majesty," said Laiya with a bow. She had brought one of the queen's attendants with her, and motioned for the girl to walk over to the queen. "Give your son over to the woman."

"What?" asked Rebecca, looking confused and pulling Cullen close. "What is going on?"

"Your majesty, you have to get out of this room," said Laiya. "You have not left it since your husband has gone missing. You need to get out. Your attendants will care for Cullen while you are away."

Reluctantly, Rebecca handed over Cullen to the woman and stood up. "Where are we going?"

"Outside," said Laiya. "Come with me." She turned and walked out of the room, leading the queen down the halls of the castle.
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--Enters from Carak Prison--

It had been days since the Seeker convoy had left Carak, and only now did they make their way through the streets of Asulien. Fourteen men had left Carak; only four had made it to Asulien. They were battered, bruised and bleeding. One of the Seekers walked with a terrible limp, helped on by one of his companions. The other man kept Wyrillyn close. He was not about to let the man escape, not after what had happened. It would all have been for nothing if Wyrillyn Thaendil were to disappear.

"Seekers!"

The lead Seeker turned to see another approaching, this one stationed in Asulien.

The man approached the small group. "What happened to you?" He eyed the haggard Wyrillyn. "Who is this?"

"I am the acting Seeker Officer for this group. We have travelled far with this man. Our report and our prisoner are for Lord Mordain only. Please, take us to him." replied the lead Seeker.

The other Seeker seemed hesitant at first. He looked suspiciously between them.

"Seeker!" snapped the lead Seeker. "These men need to be tended by healers! Every moment you delay, my companion here," he gestured to the limping man, whose wounds were clearly the most severe, "loses more blood. Now take us to Lord Mordain!"

The other nodded. "Very well. Follow me."

They moved through the streets. Two other Seekers were drafted in to help as they passed them; they carried the limping Seeker carefully. It did not take long to reach the Seeker headquarters. The Seekers from Asulien knew to be discreet and had tried to avoid as much public contact as possible, though even so they knew that word would spread.

As they approached the headquarters, they found Lord Marr outside. He approached them quickly upon spotting them, with another two men in toe. "What happened?"

The lead Seeker saluted Lord Marr weakly. "I am sorry, Lord Marr, but I was told to report only to Lord Mordain himself."

"Very well." He gestured to the men with him. "Show these Seekers inside, summon the healers, and," he eyed Wyrillyn, "secure this prisoner." Finally, he turned back to the lead Seeker. "You, come with me. I will take you to Lord Mordain."


Mordain was still sat in his office. He was slouched in his chair and rubbing his temple as he attempted to choose his next course of action. He had intended to wait until he was sure of the monks' intentions, but if Laiya was directly 'counselling' the Queen then he had to accelerate his plans.

There came a knock at the door. Will there be no end to these constant interruptions?

"What?" he snapped.

The door opened and Marr stepped in, followed by a weary and wounded Seeker. Mordain sat in silence. He was waiting for an explanation. Marr nodded to the Seeker.

"Lord Mordain. I was part of the group dispatched from Carak to bring the prisoner, Wyrillyn Thaendil, to Asulien." began the Seeker.

Mordain sat forward instantly. "But you are wounded, Seeker. Is he..?"

"No, my Lord." replied the Seeker with a shake of his head. "He is not dead. He is here."

The Mage of Shadows breathed a sigh of relief. "What happened?"

"We were ambushed, my Lord. My companions died, as did our officer. I took command until we reached Asulien."

"What attacked you?"

The Seeker tensed. His mask was torn and Mordain could see sweat building upon his brow. "I... I don't rightly know, my Lord. It was as if... as if the shadows themselves were attacking us... The others, they were torn apart..."

Mordain held up his hand to stop the man. "How did you escape?"

"The others held off that... that monster! We were lucky, more than lucky, to get away, Lord Mordain."

"You have done well, Seeker. You may go."

The man looked between Marr and Mordain before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Marr walked over to the desk as soon as the door was shut and spoke in a hushed voice.

"'The shadows themselves'?"

"I know what it was, Marr. An agent of Krodalis... A demon of terrible power." He looked up at Marr. "I must speak with Wyrillyn."
"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.

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Rebecca reluctantly followed Laiya, somewhat angry at the sister for taking her this way, yet at the same time she knew it probably was necessary, which was why she had not resisted harder. It would have been easy, she knew to send Laiya away, to order her to get out of her chambers and stay out, but Rebecca was already feeling better walking down the hallways. They descended a flight of stairs and then went out a side door which opened into a courtyard. The sun and a gentle breeze hit Rebecca as she stepped out, and she closed her eyes. It was different than the sun and wind she had felt through the open window of her chambers; it was all around her, hitting all parts of her body, and Rebecca felt a little more alive.

When she opened her eyes, Laiya was standing looking at her with her hands on her hips. "Are you ready to begin, my Queen?" asked Laiya.

"Begin what?" asked Rebecca.

"Your training," said Laiya.

"Training?" asked Rebecca, suddenly taken aback. "Magic training?"

"Yes," said Laiya. "It needs to be done, as did getting you out of your chambers. Your highness, channeling your emotions into magic can be a powerful tool. However, controlling those emotions at their height is an even more powerful one. Come, let us begin." She motioned for Rebecca to come forward and continued, "That magical display you showed in your chambers, the one that send that shockwave out, do you remember that?"

Rebecca nodded uncomfortably. "I do," she said.

"The first thing we are going to do is to try to get you to channel that energy into a focused burst," said Laiya. "Do you remember what it felt like?"

Rebecca was getting more and more uncomfortable as the conversation progressed. "It...it felt as if...as if a wave of coolness was washing over me," she managed to say. "And then I pushed it out of every pore in my body."

Laiya nodded. "Good. Now we have to try to get that energy, that 'coolness,' back so you can control it."
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Solo Fryysen sat in his home with mage lord Andros. Rebuilding work in Asulien had been progressing rapidly and in truth there was little for them to do now that the debris and damage was cleared up. Proper builders were now working on the walls and buildings.

Andros said "Where is Tidurion? The least the buffoon could do was show up."

Solo said calmly "He has a family my friend, he has children to raise. I'm more concerned about Vedgar. Have you seen him recently?"

Andros replied "No, not for a month at least."

Solo sighed. He leaned forward and some of his long white hair fell over one shoulder. He spoke in a low voice "Vedgar is still in the sanctuary of the Order of the Light. I'd almost say he was a prisoner but the few times I've been able to talk with him he makes it seem like it is the only place for him and he cannot stand to be elsewhere. It is very strange."

Andros said with some anger in his voice "Everything is strange these days. It's like everything's falling apart and some things seem to be locked in stasis. Nobody knows what's going to happen with the Council of Weissland, nobody knows what the King is planning, nobody knows a damn thing!"
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Mordain paced around Wyrillyn's cell with his fists clenched by his side. His stance was off; it was missing a piece of the usual authority and fear that it projected. Wyrillyn was quick to notice it, and even quicker to put the pieces together.

"So now you know what the boy can do." said the old elf with a grin.

Mordain stopped moving instantly and turned slowly to face his father. "You knew?"

Wyrillyn kept his eyes fixed on his son. "I was one of His closest servants, Mordain. Yes, I knew what the boy could do."

"Then why, why didn't you warn me? You let me bring him here, to Asulien! I am locked in a pathetic game of cat and mouse with that wretched monk thanks to what Kristian did, thanks you what you failed to mention!" He advanced on Wyrillyn. "Laiya will kill the boy if she finds him."

"And you think that would be a mistake?" exclaimed Wyrillyn as he suddenly shot to his feet. "You would protect that boy, that monster, and by doing so you damn us all!"

Mordain placed a firm grip around the elf's neck. "The boy is not the only monster here." He said quietly.

Wyrillyn laughed, although cackled was a better fitting description. "You do not frighten me, Mordain. You cannot. I have seen the face of annihilation, the maw of oblivion, the arm of armageddon. I know what fear truly is, what real evil looks like, and it does not look like you."

Mordain dropped him to the ground and turned away.

"You are little more than a rabid pup compared to Him, Mordain. Once you have seen Him, there is no reason to be afraid of anything else."

"You haven't answered my question. Why didn't you warn me about Kristian?"

Wyrillyn, again, grinned. "I had hoped that the boy would reveal what he was, and that the monks would destroy him for it. You hate this 'Laiya', but I had hoped she would have the strength to do what you seemingly cannot! When did you become so weak?" He rose slowly and moved towards his son, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You know," he began in a hushed voice, "that the boy is too dangerous to be kept alive. Kill him so that we may deny Krodalis the power he holds. You must listen to me, Mordain. Kristian has to die."

Mordain said nothing. He merely stood. And thought.
"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.

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After the conversation with Boralays Solo returned to what he had been about to say to Andros. He spoke in his usual calm manner "What can be done about the council Andros, you remember that I am a member of the council? We have a King now, and unless he conveys what he means to do about the council it is little use arguing about it. Several members of the council are dead, some have vanished, and the rest are spread out around Weissland. Anyway, you had best be going if you are to help Boralays."

Andros nodded "Yes, yes I suppose I must. Goodbye Solo, until next time we meet."

Solo stood up and shook Andros' hand while saying "Goodbye, and good luck."

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--Entering from outside Asulien--

Lord Loter Arthious rode back into the city from his journey. He dismissed the small escort that had accompanied him and sent them off back to their billets. Loter had spent the past few days travelling around Cirulienalysai, trying to get a sense of how the people were coping with everything that had happened. It was true that the damage here had been limited, while other parts of Weissland had suffered greatly, but still he wanted to find out. The people needed help, the people needed guidance.

Loter rode on into the city alone, his armour covered by a travelling cloak of a dark brown hue, and a tabard of green cloth.
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"Try to do it on your own," said Laiya. "Try to conjure up that feeling again, and see where it takes you."

Rebecca hesitated for a moment. She was nervous; she did not want this magical ability, and yet, and the same time, she was intrigued by it. Finally, she nodded, and began to try to focus. It was strange trying to do it, like trying to flex a muscle that up until that moment she had never known was in her body. She tried and strained, and she could feel the sweat beginning to bead upon her brow. Then, all of a sudden, she felt something strange, a similar feeling to when she had unleashed her power before, yet smaller and rougher. A small burst of magical energy emanated from her body, rustling Laiya's robes and some of the leaves of the trees, but that was it.

"Very good, my Queen," said Laiya.

"But I barely did anything," said Rebecca, somewhat ashamed.

"But you did something," said Laiya. "You have figured out how to reach that power, to find that source. We will work on controlling and amplifying it later. For now, there is something else we must do. Follow me." Laiya walked past Rebecca and back into the palace.

Rebecca followed behind her, immediately confused. "But we barely did anything. We were out there for mere minutes."

"As long as you know how to access your power, that is all that is needed for now," said Laiya. "But the way you access it is just as important as the amount of power." She stopped at the small chapel underneath the palace. "Come, my Queen. It is time to pray."
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Mordain walked through the city. The necromancer's 'confession' was in his hands. Now that the matter had been resolved, and the Seeker operation was underway on the north-west coast, it was time to report to the Queen. As of yet, the Seekers had turned up nothing of interest, but he had received word that they were set up and had secured merchant ships from several port towns. Seekers were stationed within the towns, along the coast, onboard the ships, as well as other places still. It was a mammoth operation, the likes of which Mordain had put into practice very rarely over the years. But, desperate times called for desperate measures.

As he walked, Wyrillyn's words still hung heavy upon his mind. Killing Kristian... It made sense, but it wasn't right. He had never cared if anything was right, that much would be clear to anyone. Mordain had done monstrous things in his time serving Weissland, things that would drive others to madness or suicide as they drowned in their guilt. He had killed, maimed, even burned villages to the ground. But he had always had justification, however twisted and cruel that justification might have been. He had done everything for the greater good of Weissland. And such logic could be applied to the situation he found himself in now; he could easily justify killing the boy for the greater good. But, it wasn't right! Yet why did he care?

He passed the scene of destruction left by Kristian a few days ago. Soldiers remained, as did Seekers, supervising and keeping order. A cleanup operation was nearing completion, yet even still grief-ridden civilians wandered aimlessly around the area hoping to stumble upon answers, hoping to find their own sense of justification or reason for what had happened. Kristian had done that to them, in a way, but truly it was Krodalis that was behind it. All the evils Kristian had, would and could do could be laid at Krodalis's feet. And the same could be said for Mordain. Was that why he couldn't kill the boy? Did he feel a kindred spirit to him? It made sense and followed a clear path of logic, but it wasn't in his nature. It hadn't been in his nature since before, when life was good and he was not plagued by a wretched demon.

Finally he arrived at the palace. As he began ascending the stairs, one of the Queen's aides stopped him.

"Lord Mordain?"

He didn't stop. "What?"

"My Lord," called the aide, walking quickly to fall into step beside Mordain. "If you are looking for the Queen, she is the chapel with Lady Laiya."

Of course she is. Mordain said nothing more, he merely waved his hand to dismiss the aide and headed for the chapel. It did not take long to get there and once he did he walked through the doors. Some of the monks seemed startled by his presence, some bore expressions of condescending arrogance and some remained unchanged. He spotted the Queen with Laiya at the far end of the chapel in front of some kind of altar. So primitive. He walked down the aisle and waited patiently for the Queen to finish whatever nonsense she was practising and address him.

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It was Laiya who first stirred, as she had felt Mordain's taint as soon as he had entered the Palace. When he entered the room, she stood up and said quietly to Rebecca, "That is all for today." She then strode over to Mordain and asked, "What is it you want, Lord Mordain?"
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