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| Lathaon | Aug 6 2008, 11:45 PM Post #21 |
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Ithrain did not bother trying to hide his disappointment, though the height of the new arrival did distract his thoughts somewhat. ---- "And, should you die, that soul will be lost forever, as will the knowledge of how this was achieved," Kalon added. "Did you know that your husband had felt the calling of necromancy since before you even met him?" "Yes," Arhaina said quietly. "Did he ever speak of it in depth?" Kalon asked. "Yes," Arhaina said again. "Of his studies? His sources? Or his desire to use it?" "He mentioned only one occassion when he wanted to use it. He said that he once wanted to resurrect Laki Greystaff," Arhaina revealed softly. "But he did not describe his studies to me, he only said that they would continue for as long as he believed he might make advances in countering it." "If he did not test it or practise it, then how did he learn about it?" Kalon asked. |
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| Fizban Dantares | Aug 7 2008, 11:31 PM Post #22 |
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"Do you fear death Ithrain?" Mothrim bent closer. |
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| Lathaon | Aug 8 2008, 01:46 AM Post #23 |
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Ithrain looked at Mothrim blankly, then shook his head. ---- "Just books and theories as far as I know," Arhaina said, becoming irritated. "Mordain would know more than I." "My dear, you must realise that, given the opportunity, I would not allow Mordain to live long enough to give me that information. Nevertheless, I will move on. I don't suppose you can read runes, can you?" He turned around and then back with a piece of slate and some chalk. Arhaina didn't quite see where he retrieved it from, but she answered the question as the chalk started to scrape across the slate. "No." She noticed he had left his sword out, just lying there on the ground. Could she get it perhaps? Kill him while he was preoccupied with the slate? He looked up then and saw where her eyes were directed. "You aren't quite as keen as I thought to stay in my favour, are you?" Kalon said. He turned the slate around, showing her a short series of vicious-looking shapes and then some more smooth, artistic shapes below it, arranged in an even pattern covering the rest of the slate. "This top part is a spell," he explained. "The bottom part is connected to the spell yet not necessarily part of it. You see, when you speak the runes of the spell, these bottom runes will rearrange themselves to form an image of your soul. This will be a simple reading, nothing harmful. I will read the runes and you must repeat my words. Understand?" "Is this... necromancy?" Arhaina asked nervously. "Yes. Will you do as I ask?" "I don't suppose I have much of a choice," she replied. |
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| Fizban Dantares | Aug 11 2008, 06:53 PM Post #24 |
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"Do you fear pain? Thirst or hunger? Maybe disease?" Mothrim leant backwards against the pole, the mocking smile constantly on his lips. |
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| Lathaon | Aug 16 2008, 12:48 AM Post #25 |
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Ithrain shrugged and looked down to the floor. --- It took three attempts for Arhaina to repeat the words correctly. It was not that she resisted or refused, more that she was unused to the pronunciations involved. Kalon started again after each mistake. When Arhaina had recited the spell aloud, as Kalon had wanted her to, the runes rearranged themselves into an image of two souls bound together as one. One was wrapped in dark tendrils which looked like some sort of barbed vines. "How did this happen?" Kalon asked. Arhaina hesitated. He was up to something, she knew, and did not want to find out what. "Answer me." "It was at the battle of Ataya. We were fighting Drathmor... I'm sorry, I don't remember much," Arhaina said. "Drathmor put some sort of curse on me and after that I felt faint, barely conscious." "You were there, and that is enough to suffice. You will remember," Kalon told her. "My mages will see to that later." "What do you want with me, Cyrredlues? And what do you want with Ithrain?" "It would be nice if you at least pretended to be friendly, Thaendil," Kalon said. "You know, I want weapons. Weapons can be anything from swords, to useful knowledge, to allies. With weapons, I can defeat my enemies and control others. With weapons, I can further my own cause, as clouded as it may be to you." Arhaina remained silent, waiting for him to finish. "You and Ithrain are both weapons. With Ithrain, his brother Narandar will falter, perhaps even become a weapon for the taking. With you, I have control over both your husband and your mercenary friend. But while Ithrain is worthless beyond that single use, you are not." "What if I were to kill myself then?" Arhaina said fiercely. "Then, my dear, your husband would be lost and Elandir would have nothing left of his life. Neither of you are necessary for my victory," Kalon said. "But enough of that. You need your sleep now." "I told you, I'm not sleeping while you torture Ithrain." |
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| Fizban Dantares | Aug 23 2008, 02:20 PM Post #26 |
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"Very well," Morthim said. "Dakath?" The tall, newly arrived, elf, suddenly passed Morthim and the other and picked Ithrain up from the ground. He pressed Ithrain into the center pole and bound his hands up so the former mage lord was forced to stand up against the pole. |
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| Lathaon | Aug 23 2008, 06:08 PM Post #27 |
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Ithrain leant against the pole for support. It seemed fairly sturdy. ---- "I hope you realise you are not a guest here, Arhaina, and nor am I your host," Kalon said. "If you are so desperate for attention, I'm sure most of men would be happy to spend the night with you. But I would strongly suggest you just accept the chance to rest, while you still have the option." He picked up his sword, slid it back into its scabbard and then left the tent. By the morning, he resolved to know the full implications of Lathaon's state, and which unknown realms of Arhaina's knowledge he would delve into. It would be more difficult to get into the Sanctuary for a second time, and so much was at stake, with no backup plan... yet. ---- There was a bedroll inside the tent, but Arhaina just sat there in silence for a while. She would have to escape somehow, but it was difficult to see how or when she might get the chance. It was more than getting out of the tent, and she could see the silhouettes of guards outside. It was more than getting out of the dark elf camp, and she was sure that this tent was near the centre. Once out, she would not only have to find her way back to Asulien without being caught, she would have to face the cold again at the same time. She knew she had no chance fighting her way out, not even if she managed to steal Kalon's sword. The touch, before, had been unbearable. Lathaon knew how that sword felt, and if everything Kalon had said was to be believed, he recognised it. That put stealing the sword out of the question. She needed another weapon, and some kind of clothing to keep her warm, perhaps even to conceal the weapon. She remembered Kalon's words about the men. She had dismissed them at first, but maybe she could seduce one of them somehow, then kill him and take his equipment... |
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| Fizban Dantares | Aug 23 2008, 06:29 PM Post #28 |
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The dark elf finished tying Ithrain up at both the wrists and the feet. Then he stood there grinning face to face with Ithrain before he suddenly, without warning, launched a powerful blow to the gut of Ithrain. He knocked the wind competely out of the mage lord, who groaned in pain and gasped for air at the same time. |
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| chadden | Aug 23 2008, 06:41 PM Post #29 |
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Through the night, the presence of the true Great Necromancer moved. Down and down, searching unseen for Kalon. He was not a hard man to find for one such as Krodalis. Whispers filled the mind of the dark elf, speaking in the words of Krodalis. "My servant moves to retrive the Thaendil from the Realm. Have you dispatched him yet?" |
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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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| Lathaon | Aug 23 2008, 09:06 PM Post #30 |
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"There have been... troubles... with the navy, but the men have their orders," Kalon answered. "He will be sent to Port Village soon, if not already." ---- The blow caught the mage off guard, and he would have doubled over if the binds had allowed him enough freedom of movement. ---- After some more time thinking, Arhaina finally unrolled the bedroll and decided to sleep after all. She realised she was tired, and would actually need the rest if she wanted to stand any chance escaping. Tomorrow night, she would make her move. |
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| Fizban Dantares | Aug 23 2008, 09:18 PM Post #31 |
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Morthim stood up and nodded to the tall dark elf. "Continue to the work," then he turned to Ithrain, smiled and said, "We will talk later during the night. Not too late I hope." Then Morthim left. The second dark elf was still seated at the tent floor, with the small brown case still beside him. The third, tall dark elf watched Morthim leave but turned to Ithrain again when Morthim disappeared. He grinned once more, then again lashed out with a strong fist and kicking Ithrain in the gut. He continued doing this, kicking out time and again into the abdomen of the mage lord. The pain was growing, and was constantly unbearable though Ithrain could not even scream, only groan. |
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| chadden | Aug 24 2008, 11:38 AM Post #32 |
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"Not Port Village. There are too many soldiers there. Send him west of Ortin. My servant will meet your men there." |
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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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| Lathaon | Aug 25 2008, 12:00 AM Post #33 |
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"Very well," Kalon said. |
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| chadden | Aug 25 2008, 10:42 AM Post #34 |
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Krodalis said nothing more. He withdrew from the area, as if he had never been. |
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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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| Lathaon | Aug 27 2008, 12:12 AM Post #35 |
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"You there, contact Seitran and let him know he is to take the prisoner west of Ortin," Kalon ordered. "But milord, I'm no mage!" "So find one. Get to it," Kalon said sharply. The dark elf soldier disappeared into the crowd. Some of them were roasting food over the fire. The meat had probably come from goats in the mountains. The food supplies were enough to last for a while, but probably enough to last for a journey back to Rathor. However, if the food supplies ran out, it meant that Kalon would have already failed, and so it mattered not. |
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| Ariakas | Sep 3 2008, 04:13 PM Post #36 |
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Morthim stood outside his tent, watching the sky as he listened to the quiet groans of pain made by Ithrain as Boketh continued to hammer into him. He felt a tickling sensation in his skin as a cold wind blew through the camp. He considered it a dark omen, but dark omens often favoured Morthim. |
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| Lathaon | Sep 4 2008, 12:28 AM Post #37 |
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Kalon held up the slate again, the image still visible. Such a profound achievement the archmage had made, cheating death and nonexistence in such a way. It opened up new possibilities. Somewhere in her memory, buried deep under her ineptitude for magic, the workings of the spell must remain. What would it take to resurface those memories, pick them out when the words themselves would elude capture? What more would it take to extract them from Arhaina in their truth and entirety? Allowing her rest gave him some time... time to calculate, to plan. Not only for that, but for taking what other secrets she had learned over her lifetime, as short as it was so far. |
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| Ariakas | Sep 8 2008, 10:22 PM Post #38 |
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The tall dark elf in the tent stepped away from Ithrain. The former mage lord was bleeding from his broken nose and several cuts in his face. He was breathing heavily, his abdomen aching like from a mortal wound. The other dark elf finally stepped up with the brown box between his hands. The tall dark elf took the brown box and held it up, though Ithrain could still not look into it. The shorter dark elf walked up to the face of the badly beatened Ithrain and looked deep into his eyes. "Do you want us to stop this?" |
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| Lathaon | Sep 8 2008, 10:50 PM Post #39 |
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Ithrain nodded weakly, feeling quite sick from such a beating, on top of the pain of it all. ---- "Milord!" one of the dark elf soldiers said. Kalon did not respond; he only stared at the slate as he had done for some time. "Lord Cyrredlues!" He turned then. "What is it?" "There's a scout party approaching, milord. Looks like they've come from Asulien." "Let them come. Tell the archers to wipe them out if they come too close, and be prepared to pursue a short distance," he said. Perhaps the prisoners were more precious than he thought, if the Weisslanders were so eager to divert forces away from the walls. The sun was beginning to rise now, but it was distant and covered in part by clouds. The snow continued to fall and to collect on the plateau. A few moments and he would wake Arhaina, if she was not already awake. Of course, that was going by the assumption that she had slept at all. |
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| Ariakas | Sep 10 2008, 03:50 PM Post #40 |
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"Then tell me," the dark elf spoke as he licked his thin lips. "Do you know why Kalon is interessted in Arhaina?" |
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