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PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 10:10 pm    Post subject: Baiting the Perfect Mouse Trap Reply with quote

Ambition it is the last infirmity of noble minds. - James Barrie

It was a rare case indeed, when Isabella’s queen made a request of her other then, the usual expectations as one of the Royal Court. Gazing at the elegant box given to her, sapphire eyes gleamed in the firelight. It was a powerful token her liege was offering. The container carved with intricate designs that spoke of a bygone age and hinted at the age of the treasure within. It was certain to appeal to the Mage she now sought.

The air within her chambers hung heavy with the unique and exotic scent of magic’s recently spent. Isabella had crafted a Sorcerers version of a telegraph. It was for her a relatively simple spell and having the energy signature of the one she was sending to would ensure a swift delivery. Such small cantrips were non-threatening which made them quite useful for times like these. It was unlikely that it would create even a minor ripple within the wards she was certain the golden Mage would be utilizing.

Deep jeweled toned silks swirled as she strolled languidly across the elegantly appointed chambers. Isabella brushed back the heavy fall of wine colored hair as she took a moment of thought. She would know when her very politely worded request was received; such was the design of that particular magical spell. Perhaps it might be prudent of her to prepare for a swift departure as another precaution, as she knew Lord Faenall was not one that cared to wait. Her queen needed his assistance in this curious matter so it would not do for her to be late or make the noble wait and inspire his ire by doing such.

A hint of a smile touched her carmine lips. If it was anyone else Isa might be less concerned but something about that golden wizard bespoke of danger. He carried the scent of old gods about his person and while Isabella could and often did skirt the very edge of disaster because she enjoyed the exhilaration such games filled her with, she was not a total fool. One needed to pick their risks with care after all. Lord Faenall was still an unknown element and until she had a reasonable idea of what made the Elf tick she would tread with the utmost of caution. She hadn’t gotten this far in her own machinations by rushing into dangers untold.

Deep inside she had the instinctive sense that he might be useful to her as well. As an ally he was certainly powerful and power she did understand and appreciate. Thus, Isabella would fulfill her promise to her Dark Queen and garner a new ally for them both. Low, throaty laughter bounced about the empty chamber as she vanished into her bower to prepare for the meeting to come. The delivery completed and an answer was soon to arrive but she already detected his curiosity. It was just as she had hoped and by the end of the night she would secure the promise. This Isabella felt confident she would be successful as she knew the prey her Queen sought was under the protection of those Lord Faenall sought to undermine. So in the end all involved would get something out of it.

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PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 10:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Later that evening. . .


A gentle push was all it took to swing the door open enough for entry, the light and noise of the Inn washing over him as Audric paused for the first few seconds to let the door close behind him. A smile almost graced the stoic features as he turned and started for the line of booths, the barest hint of spell components mundane and esoteric drifting in his wake. A booth near the back was chosen, and he settled within, adjusting the black and red silk robes to be comfortable.

Isabella's pale hand made a faint gesture with the instant result being the door swinging open to allow her passage inside. Smooth and silent the gait that carried her within and in the draft she stirred the exotic fragrances of the arcane followed,mingling with a hint of mist and shadow that still hung about her from her recent travel.

Fingertips idly drummed the tabletop as he slowly looked about the Inn and those gathered within this evening. It had been a strange request to meet here, and the tone of the invitation had piqued his curiosity. The golden gaze slid from the bar to the hearth in track back to the door, the thin smile now indeed coming as Audric watched the last to enter. A slight nod, almost unseen, was a silent greeting.

Vibrant sapphire eyes swept over the interior with an inquisitive tilting of her head noting the rare sense of power amassed within the Inn and then with a sweeping of fingers the wine hued hair was brushed aside while a languid smile crept upon pale features. She had indeed found the one she sought. Audric ‘s form caught in her radiant gaze as she glided towards the booth he had claimed. "I do love a punctual man, M'lord. Thank you for meeting with me this evening."

Scooting out of the booth the golden mage sketched a half-bow to Isabella, on the edge of sarcastic but not quite, and taking an offered hand. Lips almost brushed the pale skin before he straightened and swept an arm out in an unspoken invitation to sit down. "You are quite welcome my lady." He waited for her to seat herself before returning to his own, fingertips pressing together in a contemplative repose as he regarded her. "To be honest, your invitation came unexpected, and caught my curiosity."

“I suspected it might have such an effect. In truth, I had hoped it would pique your interest. “ Isabella replied as an elegant brow arched with a mild look of approval as Audric seemed unconcerned at touching her hand. Takng the offered seat another smile graced her soft lips. “I shall cut to the chase M'lord. My Queen has need of your assistance in a small matter.”

The light thrumming of fingertips stilled as Audric looked to Isabella for a moment, the outward expression of his surprise. Then the golden mane shifted as he nodded once to her. "If the invitation had not, your reasoning definately has. Please, go on."

“While I do enjoy bantering with you M'lord, it is a rare thing for my Liege to make a request of me usually. So, when she does such, I have little choice but to acquiesce to her desires and in this case, she asked me to seek you out.” The jeweled silks rustled gently as she settled into place with a measured glance towards the golden mage shot from under thick lashes. “I promise you this should you be willing to provide aid,the rewards would be well worth the effort.”

Audric blinked once, his hand moving upward so that a thumb ran along his lip as he considered her words. "The last would have to be determined. But first I would know what your queen would ask of me." He leaned forward slightly, a black-sleeved arm resting on the tabletop as he continued. "As I recall, she is a power all her own, and not usually given to requesting aid from one such as I."

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PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 10:24 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

From under the thick folds of the velvet cloak Isa drew forth a box. Sliding it quietly to the middle of the table her head took an almost mischievous tilt to the side. Her solemn expression however did not match her action while radiant sapphire eyes watched Audric intently. “This is but a small token of what my queen is willing to offer for your assistance in a tiny matter. You see she cannot enter your world M'lord. Those that protect it would sense her trespassing and seek her harm. Yet one she seeks hides there, far out of her reach.”

"Hence the request to meet on neutral ground." He looked from Isabella to the box, then back again. Reaching out, he drew the box close, nimble fingers working the latch and easing the lid open enough to see the contents held within. It was easy enough to feel the wind of the arcane emanating from the box, and the smile held equal measures of curiosity and pleasure as he regarded the lithe form sitting across the table. The gleaned nugget of information was filed away. "Your queen must desperate."

“It is but a simple matter to flush out our prey and little more. Drive her back to this realm as the ultimate goal. Those that protect her have become complacent.” Isabella paused but only for a moment before soft lips took another lazy curl. “According to what I have heard our little mouse is housed at the guild hall of Tignus and sponsored by those you also have issue with.” Deftly avoiding Audric's query with an attempt of misdirection.

"Your mouse has picked a comfortable hole in which to rest." While he did lean back into the padded seat Audric's hand never left the small box. His mind was also racing, already considering the differing paths of the conversation and beyond. "Comfortable and secure, given the guild penchant for securing thier guild hall. Not to mention the aid and patronage given them by the Albaelia's. This little mouse had better be worth the trouble."

“Oh, she is M'lord, she is.” Her voice dropped to almost a purr in tone as she continued to regard Audric straight on. A deviant glittering playing upon the surface of dark cobalt jeweled eyes. “It is also believed it is one of the few places she isn't in the company of a rather long eared psychotic elf. That one seems to have become lost in his cups of late.” Black amusement was interwoven in Isabella's quiet reply.

She had noticed at least one taking notice of their conversation but it was of little matter to Isabella. The trap would be laid and sprung. She had given few names to who the prey was so hard to give warning.

The smile that crossed Audric's features was predatory, made more so by the long scar running along his thoat. "Ah yes. Too bad a bit of poison cannot rid the mouse of the rat, but he has effectively taken himself out of the picture, if rumor can be believed." Yes, the mind was awhirl now. "It will take the right cheese to bait any trap, as well as a diversion to keep other eyes elsewhere."

“So you are willing to aid my Queen in this endeavor? “ She made no effort to mask the delight now coating her words as nimble fingers danced briefly through the crown of wine colored curls and brushing them back from her pale face. Leaning closer to Audric a moment later IUsabella continued softly. “If you are successful you will be richly rewarded M'lord. Be assured of that.”

"I will look into it. There may be a possible way to lure the mouse." Audric leaned closer to Isabella, nearly nose to nose across the tabletop. "The reward will be adequate i am certain, and perhaps in the future, if I can help cage the mouse your queen may help me catch the shadow." His hand rose, fingertips trailing along the angry scar as he spoke.

Isa's gaze followed the movement of Audric's fingers, sensing the meaning behind that purposeful touch with a faint arch of a brow. Her own deft fingers moved, offering the lightest of touches to his hand. Brief that contact but it created a spark of energy that brought a low laugh from her. “My kind have many ways to capture wayward shadows. Many ways indeed M'lord. “

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PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 10:25 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Fingers twitched with the lightest of carresses, a golden brow rose slightly as Audric looked to Isabella. There was consideration in his demeanor and words as he spoke again. "I look forward to hearing of such methods. And perhaps a bit of what you can do once the net is drawn." Plans within plans, and paths twisting and spiralling worked the minds eye. "Yes, quite intriguing in the possibilities."

Isabella offered another mellow laugh, a low melodic fall of quiet mirth while seeming to be collecting herself for departure. Drawing the heavy velvet folds of her cloak around her frame she offered a somewhat cryptic slant of her radiant blue eyes towards Audric. “I shall gladly tell my Queen you are willing to aid her in this matter. She will most certainly be in your debt.”

"Indeed, but such trivialities can be discussed at length." Audric came smoothly to his feet in a rustling of red and black robes, a hand extended to Isabella in a genteel move. "I'm certain we will have a very aimiable relationship in the days and weeks to come."

Accepting the offered hand without any nefarious intent on her part for a change Isabella offered a guileless smile. Rising with grace from where she had been seated, unleashing the soft fall of silks and the ever present scent that clung to them. The fragrance that was an echo of magical secrets and untapped mysteries released in to the air around her. “I look forward to improving upon our relationship. I do believe it will be most profitable for us both.”

"I believe so as well." He offered an arm to Isabella, in preparation for leaving."I do look forward to our next negotiations." Audric's smile held a play of differing aspects as he looked to his companion.

Linking her arm with Audric's Isa willingly accepted his lead towards the door. A light tossing of her head that sent dark waves dancing her smile became a mischievous grin, almost Puckish in it's very nature. “You will need names for this favor which I shall gladly share as we stroll back towards the mists. “

Audric caught the door as it was opened, a courteous nod to the one entering was made before allowing Isabella to step out. Following behind he allowed the door to swing shut behind him, cutting off the light and heat from the Inn as they started down the road, deep in thier conversations.

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PostPosted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 6:14 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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She had been seeking only one this evening. It had seemed strange to her that her search had actually led her to the Red Dragon Inn. There was no mistaking, however, the feel of restrained magic there. It had a taste that lingered longer than any well prepared dish, and skittered over flesh and scales. The inn that night was practically seething with it.

The one thing missing was the sight of the one for whom she was looking. You could say that it would not make sense that her daughter was in Rhy'Din, but she knew better. This place had been drawing people of many worlds to it for as long as memory had served. She also knew her daughter had gone missing quite recently. Following the trail she had been able to find had finally led her here. Still no sign of her daughter.

For the moment, she moved along the rafters of the inn. Though the perch could be a bit precarious, she leaned her head over the side. Her tongue flickered out and tasted at the air. That was when she had first noticed the couple. There was definitely a feeling of the magics coming from them, and strong it was at that.

As was usual, in this place, many things were vying for her attention all at once. The one thing she had hoped to be able to follow, her daughter, was just one more string amongst a tangle of threads now. She decided for the moment to not concern herself with it. Rather, she turned her attention toward those within the place.

She always enjoyed how people would discuss things in coded speech, believing that the code was not recognizable as such. Of course maybe this wasn't code after all, but the way that these two conversed every day. Still it was a strange thing, the speaking of queens and mice, and psychotic elves being in cups.

She had thought that perhaps, if she got a bit closer to the source, and were in her human form, she would better understand the two. To that end, she spread her wings, and took flight to land behind the bar. Though she was obviously amongst what felt like an impromptu mage convention this evening, she remained true to her practice of magic behind cover.

With the spell completely in place, she stood, carrying a drink from behind the bar to a seat near the middle of the room. It was then that the mention of a name she was vaguely familiar with was mentioned. One of the mages of this family was actually one she had been considering consulting on another problem.

However, that was for another day. Today was about queens and mice. That was when all the talk of queens and mice became a matter of shadows as well. Perhaps it was true though. In human form, their speech seemed to make a bit more sense. She knew few queens, but actually many she would think of as mice and quite a few who walked among the shadows.

Her problem at the moment was, that like most who were as familiar with magic as these two, their thoughts seldom betrayed them. It seemed that, at least on the surface, they also thought in the very terms they were speaking so she had not found a bit more out by sitting here. Mages, unlike most untrained minds, were often very hard to discern, and not ones she would willingly attempt a trip through without good cause. Instead, she simply sat there listening carefully, noting the couple's and other groups' conversations and filing each away for possible review later.

Once it seemed the conversation was drawing to a close, she did rise and make her way to the door. As soon as she had reached the bottom of the steps, she caused a mist to form up to cover her transformation back to dragon as she released the spell which held her in human form. She knew that the orbs which she had well placed for just such gathering of information would be waiting for her when she was ready to review them. If there was more to see, she would find her answers then.

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PostPosted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:32 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Collegio Magorum, Tignus, Tybier


The Collegio Magorum was built into the cliffs overlooking Tignus Harbor, a counterpoint to Roycne Island and the family seat of the ruling Albaelia's in the distance. The collegio was school, laboratory, living quarter and repository; containing both a reliquary deep in it's labyrinthine catacombs that housed many arcane artifacts the Guild deemed too dangerous to be abroad, and The Library, famed for the collection of arcane knowledge gathered therein. The collegio was a symbol of both the power and respect wielded by the Mages Guild, and of it's conceit.

Audric felt right at home.

Black and red robes billowed around his form as the mage strode down the third floor corridor overlooking the courtyard, caught by the light breeze blowing in from the harbor. He ignored the ornate carvings and statuary, his awe of such things having bled out years before. No, now it was the aura pervading the ancient walls that suffused him, bringing a slow smile to his features every time he came here.

Today though he did not take time to enjoy the sensations, It was with purpose he was here, in the section of the collegio that housed receptions and offices. Stopping in front of one of the doors, he smirked as he read the runes on the placard beside the door: 'Dean of Scholarly Pursuits.' Audric stifled the soft laugh as he knocked on the door, then waited a few seconds before opening the door and passing into the office beyond.

"Lord Faenall." The portly man whose office Audric had entered was already rounding his desk, a hand extended to clasp Audric's in greeting. "I must say it was quite the surprise to receive your request for an audience." Audric did well to hide the twinge of disgust at the touch of the others clammy hand.

"Lord Merrol." Audric waited for Merrol to return to his desk before having a seat in one of the chairs across the desk. He made certain to carefully arrange his robes as he settled, the act designed to heighten both Merrol's curiosity and anxiety. The collegio's a stage, and we are merely the puppets was a saying famous for it's ability to resist efforts to stamp it out. "I do wish to thank you for taking time from your busy schedule to see me."

"Not at all, not at all." Merrol waved a hand dismissively in the air as he leaned back in the plush chair. "Though I cannot seem to remember a time that you have taken an interest in the training programs before."

"There is a first time for everything." The easy-going smile Audric affected did not reach his eyes as he leaned forward. "I know you are a busy man, Lord Merrol, so I will get to the meat of the matter. I know from time to time groups of students are taken to various site of mystical and historical significance. I would like to sponsor such a outing." Merrol leaned forward, his elbows resting on his desk as he peered intently at Faenall.

"I presume you have such a site in mind already?"

"Of course." Reaching down to his belt Audric pulled a rolled vellum parchment and handed it over to Merrol. "It's a ancient meeting site of the Ama Edori. One that I believe may have been central to the development of their current social strata." He remained leaning forward as Merrol broke the seal on the parchment and unrolled it to look over the information written there. "I have also included a list of students I feel will benefit from such an excursion."

Merrol was quiet for a moment, and then he set the parchment aside. "It may be possible, though the Edori have always been traditionally resistant to people entering their territory."

"And i agree that could be a problem...if it was in thier recognized lands. This site, if you will notice, is in the Straits of Angor, which fall under the purview of Count Veltaine." A small leather bag hit the desk with the soft clink of metal within, and Audric sat back in his chair. "I believe that, along with the coin to be sent when the trip is scheduled, should be more than sufficient." He sat silently as Merrol reached for the bag and pulled the drawstring loose to peer within. The smile that slowly came to the rotund mage was all the answer Faenall needed, and he came to his feet, robes falling back into place. "I am glad to be of service, Lord Merrol."

***

The sly smile was still firmly in place as Audric moved back down the corridors, his pace not slowing as another joined him. "Is it done?"

"Merrol was quite convinced with our offer to his coffers." Audric replied, fingertips running along the edges of the angry scar that lined his throat as they walked down one of the many flights of stairs toward the entry yard of the collegio. "He will send word when the students are ready to go afield." His hulking companion chuckled darkly, the large mace held easily on his shoulder bouncing lightly with each step.

"I'll start my preparations." Audric stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his hand coming to the others pauldron to halt him also.

"Make no mistake, Tristian. This cannot fail." Golden eyes flashes as he looked up to his brother, his handsome features set in stone. "Having her queen-ship in our debt is too great a reward." He couldn't help the trace of sarcasm that colored his words as he spoke, and he patted the heavy plate as he turned back toward the courtyard beyond the arches.

"Hey, it's me." Tristian growled softly as he fell in beside Audric again. "And I have just the group of mercenaries in mind."
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PostPosted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 12:06 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Winter’s Ash
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The last buckle on the side of the high-topped boots was fastened and Audric arose to stretch, a languid motion almost akin to a cat prostrating before the fire. Black leather faintly protested as he walked back over to the small dresser to pick up the silk shirt he had tossed onto the chair. He regarded his reflection in the mirror after donning the shirt and tying back the golden hair into a manageable ponytail, his fingertips idly running along the faint scar until a soft sound brought his attention around toward the bed.

Measured strides took him across the room where he sat down on the edge of the bed. Beside him the young woman stirred slightly, another soft moan escaping her as she rolled onto her back. She seemed unaware of the golden perusal as she lay there and Audric enjoyed the moment of study. She was a beautiful girl; one of the newer maids brought to Winter’s Ash to serve, and quickly caught the eye of its lord. This afternoon he had enjoyed her fully, though it seemed his aggressive way had tired her out. A fingernail touched her cheek, trailing down through the hollow of her throat and under the swell of her right breast before moving upward again. “Know, my dear, that you have pleased your lord this day.” He leaned closer as he whispered the words, the right corner of his mouth curling up in a smirk as he watched the girl smile in her half-slumber. Straightening, the wandering hand left her flesh to hover above her forehead, a nimbus of energy slowly coalescing and sliding downward.

Emerald green eyes snapped open as the aura caressed the girl's forehead, tendrils first slipping into the corners of her eyes and then invading her sinuses and ears. There was a pulsing to the energy’s flow, with each time a darker purple wave flowed upward into Audric’s hand her back arched, mouth open in a silent scream. Fingernails clawed at the silk coverlet, ripping a gash in one instance as she doubled over, her willowy frame shaking as though in a windstorm. Audric’s golden eyes rolled back as he savored the life she held, ripping it year by year from the helpless girl.

Finally the body could stand no more, falling to the bed with a dulled thump, blood dribbling from the corners of her mouth and eyes. Audric slowly let out a breath, a smile playing along his angular features as he rolled his shoulders and stood. “Now, to business.” He spoke to no one in particular as he walked to the door of the apartment and pulled it open, surprising the man on the other side whose hand was raised to knock on the heavy wood. “I heard you when you knocked five minutes ago Gorm. What is it?”

“My apologies for disturbing your afternoon, your grace, but Lord Tristian awaits your pleasure in the study.” The major-domo of the keep did not seem at all disturbed by Audric’s tone but simply stepped to the side as the magus stepped out into the hallway.

“Very good. See to it that we are not to be disturbed. And inform the lady Rowena that both her brothers will be joining her for her afternoon ride.” Audric started to turn and walk down the hall, but pulled up short to look back to Gorm. “Oh, and have the trash taken out.” The magus nodded toward the open doorway as he spoke, and Gorm looked into the room with a nod of acknowledgment.

“Yes, your grace.” As Audric swept down the hallway toward the stairs, the major-domo turned and snapped his fingers to summon the two guards at the opposing end of the hallway. He showed no emotion as he watched the men-at-arms haul out the body, dragging it by the arms toward the back stairway. Tristian’s hounds would be eating well this night.

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Tristian turned from his silent vigil near the window of the study as Audric entered, moving over without preamble to hold out a folded piece of parchment. “This arrived by messenger earlier.” Audric took the letter from his brother but waited until after sitting down behind his desk before breaking the wax seal. He scanned the missive quickly, then looked over to Tristian. His brother still stood by the window, arms folded over his massive chest as he watched his older brother.

“Lord Merrol has graciously written to inform me that preparations are now underway for one of the colligio masters and four of his best students to the ruins of Jhol Början at the end of the month.” Audric paused for a bare second, and then continued as Tristian snorted in amusement. “Our good Merrol also writes that Count Veltaine has been most pleased with the idea of the guild conducting research within his demesne and hopes it may be the foundation of future profitable adventures.”

“Veltaine is a simpering fool.” Tristian turned and spat into the fireplace with a rasp of disgust before moving to stand in front of Audric’s desk. “He’d agree to anything that will add to his coffers.”

“This is why I recommended those particular ruins in the first place.” Audric set the letter onto his desk, then leaned back in the large chair, fingertips pressing together as he regarded his brother. “Veltaine has not done well recently in his business ventures, and is looking for any way to not sell off parts of his holdings. Should the guild actually discover something of worth in the ruins he would be able to demand coin for passage and protection.” His thumbs lightly tapped together as he spoke, a cheshire grin slowly forming as Tristian nodded. “And when this small expedition by the guild meets such an unfortunate accident, he will take the brunt of the anger for not keeping his holdings safe for travelers.”

“Making things even harder for him.” Tristian finished with another snort. “The ruins are remote, and it will not be hard to move through the Strait unseen. My boys and I will be in and out before any realize.”

“No!” Audric snapped, sitting up and looking hard at Tristian. “No, dear brother, I do not want you leading this raid.”

The warrior’s hands slammed onto the desk as he leaned down with a soft snarl. “Why not?! What game are you playing at?”

“What do you think will be the first thing that the Collegio will do when they hear of the deaths of one of their instructors and a full member of the Mages Guild?” Audric waited a few seconds, continuing when Tristian did not speak. “They will ask one of the temples to perform the ritual of spiritual recall. And the dead, Tristian, can and do speak from the beyond.” His words seemed to mollify his brother, who slowly straightened as he continued. “No, I want you nowhere near this raid, and have your men remove any badges or signs of allegiance.”

“It will be done.” Tristian’s words rumbled softly as he folded his arms again. “But what if they perform such a ritual on one of our own men?” Audric's smile returned at the question, and his hand moved to a small stack of rolled parchments, picking up the top scroll.

“They will find that they are in the service of the Faenalls of Winter's Ash. Though, the lord of that land has recently recorded with his neighbors the Lords Torvien, Veltaine, and Sycarrus that a group of his household troops have gone renegade, stealing off with a sum of goods and coin and heading for the Straits of Angor.” He started chuckling softly, a counterpoint to the boisterous laughter of Tristian. “Afterward, any survivors will be quietly disposed of.” Tristian nodded his approval, still laughing as he moved toward the small bar set in one corner of the study. Audric rose to his feet and moved around the desk to join his brother, and each lifted the glass Tristian filled in a toast.

“Finish your preparations, dear brother. And I will be returning to RhyDin soon to meet with our partner. I think she and her mistress will enjoy the little mousetrap we have put together, even if the little mouse does not.”
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PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2011 12:29 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I will not bow, I will not break
I will shove the world away
I will not fall, I will not fade
I will take your breath away
And I'll survive, paranoid

Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow


Focused as she was on the page of the rather ancient magical tome it took her a few moments to realize that someone was standing nearby. Tasha’s silvery head lifted with an owlish blinking of radiant lavender eyes that instantly narrowed upon her fellow student hovering way to close for her comfort. “What?”

“I repeat Lord Merrol sent me to deliver this missive to you.” The student was one of the younger classmen and thus, Tasha wasn’t sure who they were, nor did she actually care. She did however have some knowledge of Merrol and with a faint crinkling of her pert nose she snatched the thick vellum envelope from the lad’s extended hand.

“Thank you.” Her gaze was already sliding back to the book she had been reading so avidly before the interruption. The message was dropped rather carelessly upon the table’s surface. She was right in the middle of a spell and as was typical of Tasha, she was unwilling to stop until she had it memorized.

“Lord Merrol insisted that I make sure you read it Magus Oberon.” Tasha heard the irritating tones as if from a great distance and heaved a rather annoyed sigh. It took her another moment or so and she was once again dragging her attentions away from the magical working of Carowyn Gate travel and glowered at the younger male.

“Do you see this book here?” A nod followed her query as she sat up with one small, ink stained hand dragging the long flow of moon white bangs from lavender eyes that flashed with silver sparks, a sure sign of her infuriation.

“I am trying, note “TRYING” to memorize a very complex spell. You know the kind of spell that if I get one word wrong it can cause catastrophic events like earthquakes, floods, fire and more.” Taking up the oh so important missive she glared again at the youngster. “You don’t know me I am sure, but trust me when I say you shouldn’t ever distract me. I am well known for being a walking disaster area so messing with me when I am in the middle of something could have very hazardous consequences to your health and mine.”

A flick of a thumbnail and the wax seal was broken as she mumbled under her breath. Around her other students had paused to stare over at her. Truth was she knew the spells better than most. Her issue was her lack of control. When Lucius and Fiona had suggested she attend this School she had been hesitant at first but here she was. Thus far she had done quite well. Her screw ups had been limited but for the most part the instructors had taken it all in stride with only a few that yelled. Merrol was one that yelled, in fact he yelled a lot and from what Tasha could figure, it was always about money. She had discovered early on so Lucius made sure to pay for damages swiftly and without fuss. That way he left her alone.

Eyeing the mail she had now she had to wonder what new repairs she was going to have to pay for this time. It had been some weeks now since she blew out the courtyard wall. If Zecisro hadn’t startled her she wouldn’t have lost control of the summoned tornado. She had thought the masonry work was completed already. It had only been one section of the wall after all.

Another sigh as she unfolded the thick card and started to read the words carefully scripted there. He was sending her on some field trip. A scowl danced over her elfin features but before she could say something the delivery fellow fled. Tasha was instantly suspicious. She had been here nearly two years now and not once in that entire time had they sent her off to snoop about some old ruins. NOT to mention her totally loathing of horses, spiders, cold air, and well camping in general. She usually went out of her way to avoid such activities. She liked a warm bed, fireplaces, hot baths, and food that was not charred beyond all recognition.

She suspected it was how she looked that made them select her for this honor if one could call it that. The appearance of the Ama Ederoi was very close to her own, though they were taller of course. In any case, just because she knew about that particular race of elves, and was even friends with a few and related to some as well, did not make her an expert. She was a Mage not an Archaeologist after all.


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It's not enough, it never is.
So I will go on until the end.
We've become desolate.
It's not enough, it never is.
And I will go on until the end."
Until The End - Breaking Benjamin


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PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2011 1:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Take, take your time.
Smell the roses, but steal the vines.
Don't wait for the hands of time
To second guess and change your mind.
And shine.
Here's your moment to shine.
Shine.

Daughtry - There And Back Again


“Ah, you got one too I see.” Kazsax Zecisro stated as he strolled over and claimed a chair at her table. In his long fingers the self-same envelope dangled and she glowered at it, before her look landed on the dark haired class mate.

Kaz was some prince in a far off place. Yeadia was the name, but it was a land that Tasha wasn’t ever likely to go due to its reputation. He also said that in the Collegio titles didn’t generally matter. Though with some of the other students it had some significance, but luckily the young Trueblood was one few seemed unwilling to antagonize. She believed that was due to her first day in the place and the wall she had blown apart with one fireball. Of course her reputation hadn’t improved any. She had the knowledge and the talent to perform the various classes and spells quite well and had even managed to achieve an impressive level of skill. Her one constant and persistent issue was her inability to control the power that welled up inside her so easily. “Yes I did. I am trying to figure out why Merrol is seeking to punish me.”

“No telling there Tasha but it may just be a draw of the lottery and we and two other unfortunates are the winners. “ Laughing he offered a pat to the shoulder before tossing the missive down to rest beside hers. “It might make for a pleasant change of pace.”

“Oh sure, wallowing around in dirt and dust always cheers me up.” Her tone carried a wealth of sarcasm and exasperation. “I have done it before and will likely do it again but that’s when I go relic hunting and get to keep the treasures I find.” Tasha’s nose crinkled again. Shifting in her seat she carefully placed a page marker in the heavy book she had been reading previous.

Kaz laughed even more, his gangly frame rising from the chair with a light pat to her head this time. “If we find anything we have to turn it into the instructor. That is one of the rules we all will need to follow, but consider it a good form of field study. Could be worse, we could have been sent off to Kahadras.”

That name made Tasha shudder faintly while her fingers moved to toy again with the heavy card paper of the missive. She had read plenty about those notorious ruins and had no intentions of visiting it. . . ever.

This excursion also had little relevance for Tasha either. It was being couched as some kind of educational outing but the young Trueblood doubted there would be much to learn from some long abandoned stones. Of course Kaz was likely right, it would make for a change of scenery. It had been several months since she had ventured out so maybe it wasn’t going to be a total wash out bore. Then again, Tasha didn’t generally have the best of luck in such things either. “This venture sounds much tamer then Kahadras would be so you do have a point there Kaz.”

Ah well, she might as well hope for the best but expect the worst, just to be on the safe side. “I need to do some shopping I think. I have nothing useful for camping here with me because I hadn’t actually planned on needing it.”

“Oh don’t worry Tasha, the Colligio will provide all you need except for your clothing. You might want to find something other than the robes too. Plenty of secluded towns can be suspicious of our kind. Just don’t wear those strange blue trousers. That may get you more stares then dress robes.” Kaz suggested helpfully with a broad grin on his face.


“Are you suggesting that my jeans are strange?” Tasha sat up straighter, one small hand pushing the ever present drift of moon white hair from her elfin face. Heaving a sigh she rose and shook out her red and purple robe with a glance towards her fellow mage in his sky blue.

“MacKatier’ is said to be a good place to find some decent traveling outfits. Many of the ladies here seem fond of the place.” Kaz gave another grin before he moved off with a jaunty whistling fading away as he passed.

MacKatier’s eh? She had seen the place but never looked inside. Would seem now was as a good as any to take a gander. Tasha headed for her rooms to collect her money purse and was soon venturing off towards Downtown Tignus.


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Why give up, why give in?
It's not enough, it never is.
So I will go on until the end.
We've become desolate.
It's not enough, it never is.
And I will go on until the end."
Until The End - Breaking Benjamin
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PostPosted: Wed May 25, 2011 10:06 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Damn this, damn that
There'll be no talk of turnin'-back
Damn this, damn that
There'll be no talk
That we might fly sometimes
We will find our own way
Dispatch – Mission



Tasha glowered at the horses hitched to the carriage while she stood in the inn courtyard. The beasts were disturbed and she knew it was because of her. It wasn’t something she caused personally, but she had others with her always and the equestrian creatures could sense them and it sent them into fits of obvious terror. The dead were often unwelcome by the living and most of the animal kingdom reacted rather negatively to their mere presence. So, because so many hung about the small Trueblood she never had gotten used to riding horses. Mind you, she could ride a few of Lucius’s special beasties but they were not the usual kinds, and to be honest she wasn’t good at it.

Offering a faint sigh she mumbled in her native tongue and it was as if the sun sprang free of obscuring clouds. Her undead guardians backed off a bit and instantly the horses settled. “I don’t understand it. The creatures were fine a few moments before.” Master Corentin Whilford stated. He was the elder Mage leading them on this expedition.

The young man was amusing to Tasha. He was rather fussy, always messing with his clothing and smoothing his thin little brown beard. Bold was his manner of speech but he avoided sprits having told them all just the night before that he didn’t have a head for it.

Another day of travel and according to their guide they would be close to the site. Tasha yanked the hat down over her moon-white hair as she recalled that being said over breakfast. She was ready, just not looking forward to hours in a stuffy carriage. At least she was dressed comfortably for it. Tasha had indeed found some suitable items at MacKatier’s. Velvet pants and a matching jacket with the hat and boots, and while it wasn’t her usual garb for travel, it was better than the hindering skirts one of her companions was sporting.

Silvery-violet eyes shifted to peer at the young lady that had just joined them outside. The girl’s hair was a shiny black mop of ringlets and she was trussed up in her silks and stays happily if the sunny smile she wore was to be trusted. Valira Halvar Johniat was the esteemed Niece of the Duke of Minavyar, Lord Adire Halver, and the Daughter of the Baron of Silver Glade Born in Silver Glade Minavyar. Illustrious bloodlines apparently and yet she was friendly enough if a bit overly cheerful, a detail of which Tasha tended to regard with some suspicion these days.

Kaz had said she was actually a decent healer. Tasha had no idea one way or the other. For herself though, she couldn’t heal herself out of a paper bag so anyone had to be better right?

“There is a stiff wind today Master Whilford, so it is likely the horses just picked up an unsavory scent.” Melodic her voice the tall, buxom lady floated like an pink iced cake across the courtyard towards the Carriage where their chaperone already hovered.

“That must have been it Lady Johniat.” Stiffly Whilford replied with another adjustment made to the sleeve of his coat. Tasha had to wonder if he was simply uncomfortable in the garment due to all that fussing for it certainly wasn’t his usual robes.

“More like they smelled Death in the air, for beasts can sense such things before we mere mortals do.” Nistro Therrac stated coldly as he strolled out of the Inn doors with a sharp glance about the rather barren yard. He was one Tasha didn’t much like. Sure he came from a good family so the rumors went but this guy was all into the darkest of dark magic and quite willing to show that affiliation openly. On the black long coat his allegiance was displayed by the star pointed pin with the skull in the center,(The Taybiorian symbol of Illaldor the God of Death and Destruction) affixed to the lapel. He reminded her of the Goth wannabes of B-town. All flash and emo but most eventually do grow out of it. According to Kaz, Nistro was actually very talented, but Tasha didn’t fully believe that and the ever constant sneer he wore didn’t help adjust her view.

Kazsax came bouncing from the stables with that ever ready smile of his and his appearance is what finally pulled Tasha from her thoughts. This trip was making her twitchy and she kept hearing a strange singing in the air. Of course she had heard that before but it had been years back. Didn’t help that her ghostly spectrals were also whispering about trouble, which baffled her as Master Whilford assured them all the location they were to investigate was perfectly safe. Belonged to some Lord fellow and was not contested in any way.

“You sure this road is safe Master Whilford?” Tasha questioned even as she let Kaz lift her up and put her inside the gleaming black carriage.

Whilford sighed but his tone was laden with obvious tolerance as her query was not a new one. “As I told you repeatedly Lady Oberon, this area is perfectly safe. We are also traveling under the protections of both the Collegio and Count Veltaine. We do have a guard as well so do stop fretting child. One would think you paranoid if you keep up with such worried talk.” He finished with an annoyed sniff which made Tasha frown.

“Worry not my little friend, if anyone is fool enough to dare hold us up, I and Nistro there along with our venerated Chaperone will do our utmost best to protect you.” Hand on his heart Kaz offered a gallant bow and an unrepentant grin.

If they only knew, Tasha thought, for she did indeed have her share of enemies. Many collected over the years and while some had vanished into memory, some still lingered about. Like Vicent Russat and her own irritating Step-father who refused to die. Of course Khorathil was a Lich now, but even they could eventually be destroyed. Mind you, she was pretty sure neither would ever find her here because Vinnie the Vile might actually really be a pile of dust, though she did have her doubts about that. Now Khor would find it rather hard to make his way into this world. The Gods here were said to be protective, and a monster like him would certainly draw attention.

“There is nothing wrong with being a little paranoid. It’s kept me alive over the years.” Muttering Tasha slouched back into the seat and struggled not to pout.

“There, there Anastashia dear. Master Whilford did not mean to insult you.” Valira said kindly, with a gentle pat of her delicate hand to Tasha’s forearm. “Master Whilford, you need to remember Lady Anastashia is not from our realm so it is natural for her to be concerned.” She offered a mild chastisement of the Elder but any sting her words might have caused was soothed with another sunny bright smile.

Whilford coughed for a moment, his features becoming suffused with a red blush and then mumbled. “Beg your pardon Lady Oberon. I did not mean to offend you.”

Nistro yawed then turned heavily lidded eyed towards the others. “I for one would welcome some action. I still do not know why I was selected for this frolic in the forest in the first place. I have better things to do with my time then dig in the dirt of a long picked over location. Do they actually think we will find something?”

“Of course not.” Kaz countered with a sharper glance of hazel eyes at his fellow student. “It is however a place of power and past knowledge and we should treat it with respect because of that. This is a learning experience for all of us Nistro so it should not be called a waste of time.”

“By the Gods Kaz, you are nearly as chipper and optimistic as the lovely Valira.” Nistro stated with another stylized smirk.

Valira, who had been quiet for the moment bestowed another dazzling smile upon Kazsax and then shot a hurt look at Nistro, who actually looked uncomfortable for a few moments due to it. Tasha noticed that of course and sat back to watch the various interactions. Eventually they all fell into diverse states of either sleep or meditations. There wasn’t much to do during a carriage ride but talk or sleep after all. Well one could watch the scenery drift by which she did for a time before succumbing to the natural state of slumber.


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Why give up, why give in?
It's not enough, it never is.
So I will go on until the end.
We've become desolate.
It's not enough, it never is.
And I will go on until the end."
Until The End - Breaking Benjamin
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PostPosted: Sat May 28, 2011 10:28 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Just look back on,
How far we've come.
We've made it somehow,
Look where we are now.
All we've done,
Our battles won.
We've made it somehow,
Look where we are now.
And the best is yet to come.
'Cause our story isn't done.

Hoobastank - Look Where We Are


It was a pretty location, Tasha thought as she looked around the clearing. Off only a few yards away the shimmering of diamonds on the water of a small lake played havoc with her vision before she turned about to look at the jumble of lichen covered stone. There were several with even a few arches remaining.

Glancing over at her companions, she noticed that Kaz was writing in his book while Whilford checked his reference manual. Valira was picking flowers, or was she clearing them away from some of the stones? It was hard to be sure since it might be one in the same Tasha believed.

“It is believed that the Ama Ederoi had a settlement near here. Perhaps some time just after the Time of Memory. No one knows the exact date and any attempts to mage read this location has met with little success. If there was anything left here it has long since been found but there is still much to be learned.” Whilford peered into the heavy volume bound in leather that he carried. His voice was the typical monotone that one had when reading from a book.

Delicate and pale fingers danced lightly over the surface of a marble surface. It looked almost like a table but she leaned in to read the words etched deep within the veined and pitted ivory stone. “Thys si’ia mia rhythis por tha’ria.” Tasha’s head tilted and she drew a small note book from her pocket and started to write. “Master Whilford, what does this say?”

“I do not know Lady Oberon. Our scholors were never able to crack the code of the Ancient Ami Ederoi, but we hope their descendants might be able to assist.” He responded while peering over the edge of his book at her.

“Well, I think this says “From the sky we did fall.” Sensitive fingers continued to crawl lightly over the carved ruts within the marble. “Um, it’s familiar but not familiar.”

“Please Lady Oberon, you can not possibly read that. If our best scholars are unable to do so, it is certainly unlikely that a young elf like you could.” This time there was no mistaking the scoffing incredulity in the Master Mage’s tone and Tasha turned to glare at him.

“If I am not mistaken Master Whilford, this language is a blending of a form of Elven and Celestial. Of course you wouldn’t know that but I have more than a passing familiarity with the Ama Ederoi and know their bloodlines so it makes sense to me.” Her words were taking on a clipped edge. Tasha did not like to be talked down to and especially when she was right. “This part here says, ‘Na mmair hin shis an’tia a ona.’” She then pointed to the next set of lines. “This says next ‘Tel' agar ri' lye nostale erin imya coiasira.’ Loosely translated it means, “To our childen we offer a gift. The blood of our kind through time remains.”

“Which means what exactly Lady Oberon?” That condescending tone was still thick as Whilford approached and looked down at the ancient stone.

“I don’t know what it means actually, but one thing is certain, there is still power here.” She was buzzing with the surging of energies. The location had been selected in the typical manner of her own kind. The former settlement had been built here with a reason, for it sat right dead center of a major ley line.

Nestro, leaned back against one of the archway supports, he seemed to be considering the words and then with an arching of a brow and a lifting of a single finger. “It mentioned blood of their kind. Perhaps we might bleed the little elf and see what happens?”

“WHAT?” Tasha snapped while spinning about to glower at the dark mage with her lavender eyes starting to spark with temper.

“it was just a thought. However a few drops might do the trick. What little we know about that ancient race, they were pacifists for the most part.” It was obvious he was trying not to laugh as Kaz and Valira joined them.

Clutching a bouquet of wild flowers the other girl moved over to look at the etching in the marble and then smiled radiantly. “We might try it. I shall heal you after so it will not hurt for long.”

Kaz at least didn’t look to keen on the idea. “I don’t know, blood magic isn’t exactly light. Then again, Tasha is right, I can feel the pulling of something but if you asked me what, I couldn’t say. However I shall offer my own blood for a test.”

Tasha froze while the others continued to discuss the options and started outward towards the water. Hovering nearby was the glowing form of a ghostly shade. The look of it was of the ancients that once wandered the holy site. Something in the face reminded her of Indigo but maybe it was the song it was singing that gave that impression. Drawing in a breath she was about to take a step towards it when a sudden sharp pain burned from her hand.

Looking down she saw her own blood falling in ruby droplets upon the scared marble. Blinking a few times she used her other hand to steady herself as the usual dizziness accompanied the sight of her own vita. “What the hell is wrong with you people?” She gasped, pulling her hand close, cradling it in a protective fashion.

None paid her any mind as they seemed frozen. Unmoving as it were but she was simply too upset to realize. She had been psyched out. The ghostly banshee and then her own classmates had all conspired against her and now she was bleeding. . . BLEEDING! Taking a deep breath she sought to fight off that need to faint dead away. That weakness of hers had eased up some but not totally after all.

“I can’t believe you just cut me like that! Are you mad?” She shouted again, spinning to see Nistro with the blade in hand. Her arm reared back in the posture of a slug but she stopped, realizing that he actually was locked in position. “What the hell?”

The air was completely still. Just a few feet away hovering over Valira’s flower bunch a colorful butterfly dangled, caught in mid flap of the brilliant wings. “Okay, this is freaking creepifying.” Tasha muttered and instantly looked about.

She was the only thing moving and it was a very unsettling feeling but before she could even start to think of a way to fix this, the ground under her feet started to shake and sway wildly. ‘Oh great!’ she thought,’ Now I am going to die in an earthquake. Go figure my blood caused this.’

The marble table, such as it was suddenly split apart with the heavy pieces falling to either side leaving a radiant glow rising from a stone box that had been its base. Tasha could only stare once the ground stopped trembling under her feet. Now it was all about choices. She could run for it or she could have a peek. The rational side told her to beat feet, but the curious inquisitive side demanded she have a look at whatever was glowing. After a few minutes of arguing with herself, her curious side won and she inched forward. Leaning very gingerly she gazed down but all she could see was light which was bright enough to hurt her eyes. Watering as they were she simply reached out blindly and then gasped as something slammed hard into the palm of her wounded hand. “Owww!”

It took her a few seconds of blinking to clear her vision enough to see she now held a rather elegant staff. Made of an ancient metal, it bore the tarnish of years unused. A large crescent moon engraved in stylized lines and a large glowing stone embedded but that wasn’t all. There was a large star in at the top, surrounded by two three moons, a artistic impression of the very world they were in. She couldn’t help but spend a few minutes admiring the obvious worksmanship of the relic. The slow dawning realization that it was soaking up the blood finally registered and she attempted to drop it, but it appeared to be a rather tenacious item for she was unable to disengage it from her limb. “Oh noooo.. Leggo! Leggo!” She had seen such things before and had no intentions of being eaten by it.

There was a few moments of panic as she sought to break free by standing on it, then jumping while being bent double and finally she fell on her derrière and just stared at it. She was doomed! Her stupid curiosity had done her in! Wait a second here, her hand wasn’t hurting anymore! She peered at her palm around the smooth metal shaft and saw it was now healed. “Um.. what the…?”

“Listen Ana. Listen to the singing.” Her guardian, Kasprean demanded as he struggled to take form. “I can’t remain here long. The energy here pulls at me in dreadful ways, but listen child. Hear the words.” Translucent and fading in and out it was more than a little apparent he was in some unknown battle of his own.

From the wind she caught the sound again, doing as she was bidden and strained to hear the words. Struggling back to her feet, she actually used the staff to support herself as the sound wrapped around her. The melody a haunting symphony of the tales of old and within the poignant music visions assailed her thoughts.

Burning into her mind the memory of another time and with it the beauty and joy they carried then. They had called it a gift and indeed it was she was flooded with knowledge of many for it had indeed once been a place for the gathering of others and they had also stored all that they were within the staff she now held. More so it was the glowing red gem that was affixed within the design. How long she stood there, enfolded within the glowing light of energy she couldn’t say, but when it started to dissipate, she realized she had a new task to complete. Tasha had to deliver what she had found to the Ama Ederoi. It was theirs by right and at the very last before the rays of light faded she promised she would do just that.

Once the promise was given, the air around her exploded with sound as the world unfrozen leaving her feeling more than a little disoriented. Luckily she was now able to release the staff, well sort of. After some excitement at her find, Master Whilford quickly determined that Tasha was the only one it would allow to touch it, for it repelled all other hands. This obviously did not please him, but she didn't actually care.

Tasha had to wonder as they headed towards the camp a short distance away if she should have told him earlier that she was prone to such weirdness. Then again, fate or something else had sent her so hardly her fault.

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It's not enough, it never is.
So I will go on until the end.
We've become desolate.
It's not enough, it never is.
And I will go on until the end."
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PostPosted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 4:10 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sybil looked out over the camp as the mages went about their evening activities, watching as they set to dinner. There seemed to be some excitement about a staff that had been discovered in the ruins, but she couldn’t make out what was being said from where she crouched behind a lichen-covered rock. Given the way the teacher was hovering, Sybil assumed it to be of some value and thus something she could later sell, His Grace willing. But, that was putting the cart before the horse.

It had taken nearly an hour for her band to close the circle after the magic wielders had returned to their camp, and only blind luck had kept them from being discovered when one of the females had slipped off to relieve herself. But finally Sybil had heard the trilling call from her lieutenant, telling her that all were in position on the opposing side. Slowly turning her head, she sounded a lilting call in reply, a bird’s song that hopefully would not attract undue attention in the camp. The call started her men moving from the brush and woods into the ruins, edging quietly toward the clearing.

Cautiously Sybil edged herself up to glance over the rim of a broken wall, waiting for the right moment. It came when the teacher moved to the stack of boxes along with one of the coachmen the group had brought along. She rolled the small sphere with her thumb, and then turned to lob it through the air. The globe hit the boxes near the feet of the coachman and exploded into a cloud of rolling vapors. Three more arced through the air to land next to the guard and the campfire. Sybil cut loose with a shrill whistle as she came to her feet. Two of her men nearby were kneeling, crossbows up and aimed at the smoke. Taut wire twanged as they cut loose, along with others along the encircling line of ambush. A ragged grin came when she heard the cries of pain and a wave of her right arm sent her men moving in, crossbows dropped in favor of the blade.


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We've become desolate.
It's not enough, it never is.
And I will go on until the end."
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PostPosted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 4:14 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I'm killing them all
I put my soul on the line
I purify sins
That I committed in life
I'll follow them all
And I'll be bringing them down
Within Temptation – Murder


Sitting by the fire, Tasha barely had time to react as she saw the elder mage go down. The shaft of the arrow that had pierced his throat was still vibrating as he hit the ground. So fast did it happen his eyes were already vacant with that death stare and his spirit breaking free of the bonds of his physical self. Silvery violet eyes widened in both horror and shock and for a few precious moments she struggled to breath. Blood! Too much of it! Gods! She so hated the stuff!

Beside her, Kaz was already shouting commands to the others even as he reached a hand out and yanked Tasha out of the way of another array of flying arrows. “Snap out of it, Tash!”, he commanded, giving her a little shake and then flung out a spell. The air quickly exploding with the sound of screams as the magics hit with a burning touch.

Clutching the staff in her hand, she shot a look around, trying to locate the others. The smoke was making vision impossible. It seemed to be growing and billowing forth. Rubbing with one small hand at her watering eyes, she ducked just in time as one of the attackers moved in and attempted to make a grab for her. Her instinctive reaction was to then send him flying backwards to slam violently into a nearby tree with a sickening crunch. The body smoldered as it slid to the ground moments later. The staff was starting to glow a strange array of colors but she barely registered it before dashing off toward Kaz. “What the frell is going on!?” She shouted before unleashing another fireball in the direction of their assailants.


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PostPosted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 4:16 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

((The following posts are flagged with a reader advisory for some violent and suggestive violent content.))

The night exploded in fire and lightning, three of the attackers near Sybil were thrown back by the concussive force of one of the fireballs. Cursing under her breath, she started toward the left where one of the students was surrounded by her men. One fell back, clutching at his face in agony as the girl just seemed to brush a fingertip down his cheek. Spinning with the grace of a ballerina, she pointed at another of Sybil’s men and a word of command formed a red nimbus around him a second before his very skin erupted in flames. Velira’s laugh was a sweet counterpoint to the screams for a second before she felt her head jerked back by her hair. Hot agony arced across her throat, and her focus began to constrict into a narrowing awareness. “Feckless bitch.” Sybil cursed softly as she let the girl fall to the ground and looked around to make a quick assessment. Several of Sybil's people were lying still, and three of the magelings yet remained.

The Illadorian stood in a mystical vortex and summoned winds, keeping Sybil's men back as he cast spell after spell. His laughter bordered on the hysterical power-drunk as he outstretched a hand, the fingers clawed into a ‘come-hither’ gesture. A halo of dark energies stretched out from him to wrap around one of the crossbowmen who were trying to get a shot through the buffeting winds. He shrieked as the spell began to rip away his very life essence, though he was inadvertently saved from an agonizing death as a trio of glowing darts cast from the other living male mageling slammed into his back, pitching him forward.

Nistro blinked as the connection between himself and his victim was suddenly cut, and he glared across the field to where Kaz was backed against one of the ruins. “She was mine!” His outrage proved to be his undoing, for his tempest dimmed as his attention diverted and allowed one assailant to close the gap. A flash of a blade and Nistro was staring dumbfounded at the blood-spurting stump where his hand used to be. His howl of pain was quickly choked off as his assailant reversed the arc of his swing and buried his blade in Nistro’s torso.

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PostPosted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 4:25 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I won't suffer, be broken,
Get tired, or wasted
Surrender to nothing,
I'll give up what I
Started and stopped this
From end to beginning
A new day is calling,
And I am finally
Fight!
30 Seconds to Mars - Attack


The sight of Nistro’s dismembered hand forced Tasha to lose her concentration for a moment and caused her spell casting to falter. Her piquant face paled at the sight of the spraying blood only to increase to a gag upon his body falling limp to the ground. She shuddered. Kaz’s loud shouting came to her from a distance as the buzzing in her ears grew to a roar of sound. Fighting back the blackness, she sent another barrage of magic missiles at the steadily advancing attackers whose numbers she was still unable to determine. “Kaz!? KAZ?! Where are you?” She shouted while bringing up her other hand and a wave of flame shot from dainty fingers.

“Here Tash!” He emerged from the mists of smoke with breath heaving as if he had been running a race. He had shed his robes at some point. Now clad in a simple white tunic and serviceable leather breeches, it apparently made movement easier as he spun about and a another volley of spinning arcane shards flew in an arc towards the incoming assailants. “They just keep coming!”

“Who are the. . .?” In a split second her words were cut off as her friend launched himself in front of her, taking a crossbow bolt meant for her. The projectile impacted through his shoulder, exploding bone and muscle and spraying her in a gory shower. The sight made her gasp but before she could even react, his now dead weight slammed into her and sent them both toppling backwards. The impact caused her head to slam back against cobbled rock hard enough that she saw stars for a few seconds. Precious time slipped by as she blinked to clear her vision, only to feel the edges of panic swelling again.

Blood, so much blood! Her mind screamed and sought to shut off, but she battled through it to a point. Magic and Tasha was an uncertain sort of affair. She had gotten better using it over the years. In her present state, the panic won out and the wild energies she channeled were unleashed, spreading over the surroundings. It manifested first as a twitch of an arm or a leg, but with ungainly movement her dead attackers started to rise.

It was an unsteady sort of effort. Those soulless bodies moved without minds to guide them. That activity caught their former compatriots off guard and caused shouts of dismay and shock from the living to echo about the dense trees around the camp site in response. As the raiders turned to deal with their risen comrades Tasha took advantage of those confused moments and pushed Kaz off her. His heavy form rolled back, making her whimper at the sight of the gash that marred his head. He looked dead to her terrified gaze.

Scrambling to her feet, Tasha felt the energy surging inside and, without even thinking, the words fell from her lips. Around her the temperature of the air dropped by several degrees and slowly her hands rose. From her fingertips bands of black, blue and purple shot forth, catching the first two in their path and instantly ripping their souls from their bodies. Before she could follow with more, the world around her went black and just like a light switch, she shut down and dropped to the ground in a heap, the staff clattering against the ruins a foot away.



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PostPosted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 4:28 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sybil lowered her dagger having used the hilt to knock out the last mage standing and looked about the clearing. All around the risen dead were collapsing like dolls that had their strings cut. The remaining raiders took in an uneasy breath, a few starting to hack at the arms and legs of the corpses to keep them from moving again. She had lost several during the ambush, more than what she had originally expected had been killed. In the end though the deaths would mean more of the promised reward per man, and for that she would gladly sacrifice any of them. “Bertrand, you still alive?”

“Yeah.” One of the men near the rubble stood and moved over to where Sybil still stood over the prone form of Tasha. “No thanks to this bitch.” His scarred visage was a cloud of fury as he drew back a heavy boot to kick Tasha in the side, but Sybil swept out a hand to stop him.

“NOT….harmed. or did they knock that out of that little head of yours?” Shaking her head hard enough to send ebony tresses washing over her shoulders, Sybil turned to glare at one of the crossbowmen. “And what the hell where you thinking, shooting at her like that?” She slashed a hand downward in her anger. “No, I don’t want to know. Bertrand, get her stripped, hogtied and gagged. I’ll be damned if we’re going to have anything else happen until we get her back to Winter’s Ash.”

Bertrand nodded, the snarl already fading into a sick grin. He glanced down at the unconscious Tasha, then back to Sybil. “Sure thing. You wanna take a walk for a bit, clear the head?” Sybil shook her head in disgust, and glanced around Bertrand’s broad shoulder at the lecherously hopeful looks on the three nearest raiders. She could argue, but even she knew when to look the other way. And besides, the orders were to bring her in unharmed, not unspoiled.

“Just hurry up.” And without waiting for a reply she turned and stalked away, motioning for the four remaining to join her near the edge of the clearing. Bertrand waited for her to walk away, than turned toward his compatriots. “You heard her boys. Time’s a’wastin’!” There was a general guffaw from each as they started to work, one unceremoniously rolling Kaz away from the edge of the wall as the other two rolled Tasha over. Calloused fingers were starting on the buckles of the young woman’s clothing when a rough voice brought all their attention around, Bertrand looking almost comical with his hands frozen at the belt of his breeches.

“I wouldn’t touch her if I were you, slag.”



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PostPosted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 5:28 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"The hurt inside is fading
This ***’s gone way too far
All this time I’ve been waiting
Oh, I cannot grieve anymore
For what’s inside awaking
I’m not, I’m not a whore
You’ve taken everything and
Oh I cannot give anymore..."

Korn – Here to Stay


“I've come for the young silver-haired elf.” The rider sat ramrod straight in the saddle, one hand on the reigns and the other holding a small hand weapon the likes of which Sybil had not personally seen before. The leather the stranger wore was as black as his expression, his eyes holding a dead luster that sent a shiver down the spines of the ones nearest said elf.

“Have you now?” Sybil couldn’t help but smile at the brashness of this newcomer. The idiotic and misplaced libido of Bertrand aside, she was flush with victory. Even with her losses, she held the upper hand for there was no evidence of anyone with the lone rider.

“Yes.” Just the single word in reply, the level tone akin to a splash of cold water upon that inner jubilant mood. Sybil’s eyes narrowed as she shook her head.

“And why would you think I would just hand her over? In case you haven’t noticed I’ve got the superior numbers, and you’re just one man…”

A thunder crack broke the late night and Sybil's words, and her manpower was diminished by one as the man to her left fell with a creak of metal and a sound thud to the earth. The remaining part of the helmet that held the remnants of his head smoked from a large hole, the wisps being blown clear by the small breeze that flowed in and out of the ruins. The rider slid from the saddle, holstering the hand weapon.

“You will, because she means that much to me.” Down on the ground he seemed less impressive, his height looking to be barely taller than Sybil herself. “And your ‘man’ there is the lucky one. He got it quick. The rest of you?” The stranger eyed the rest of Sybil's group with the same emotionless stare. “Not so much.”

Sybil shook her head, any elation now quite evaporated. “You’re a fool.” She looked over toward Bertrand, pointing toward the intruder as she did so. “Kill him!”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” A savage smirk accompanied the words, though he continued calmly toward the wall where Tasha lay.

At Sybil's command, Bertrand and his cronies grabbed for their weapons and started forward, the second in command hanging back to let his compatriots charge in first. The three mercenaries remaining with Sybil also started forward, but two were stalled by her extended arms, leaving only one to rush ahead.

As the first assailant reached him, the stranger exploded into movement, steel glinting in the last rays of the evening sun as his blades seemed to appear in his hand. He spun low, his sword arcing around to slap edge-first into the back of the closest knee, staggering his opponent. Continuing the spin, his knife slammed into the man’s groin and cut upward, laying out his intestines with the wet slapping sound of bloody flesh hitting the earth.

Straightening, he sent the knife flying, the heavy blade burying itself into the throat of the man running in from Sybil’s position. As his latest victim fell, the stranger danced to the side, almost escaping a blow that would have torn his shoulder half away.

Blood stained the black leather from where the point sliced through the heavy material but the injury just drew a ragged growl from him. Sparks flew as the stranger parried the blows coming in from either side, ducking and weaving to keep himself from getting caught between them and Bertrand, who was trying to maneuver behind the stranger.

The break in the deadly dance came when one of the men tripped over the legs of Kaz as he stepped forward, stumbling past his quarry to barrel into his compatriot on the opposite side. Taking advantage of this misstep, the stranger twisted around and sliced his blade along the hamstrings of the one who had tripped, sending him down with a howl of pain. A howl that choked off as a boot slammed into his jaw a second after.

A veritable blur, the stranger stepped to the side and lashed out past the parry of the assailant to his right and laid the flesh of his forearm open to the bone. The sword clattered to the ground as the hand holding it lost all strength, leaving the body open for a jab that neatly skewered through the ribs and into the heart.

Bertrand hopped around the form of his fallen man, only to come face-to-muzzle with the hand weapon the stranger had used earlier. He blinked, eyes nearly crossing as he looked at the barrel and the grim visage beyond. Another sword hit the ground, and he raised both hands up in surrender. “I thought you said It would be slow for us?” He inwardly winced the second the words passed his lips, and the stranger shrugged.

“Thanks for reminding me.” The angle of the weapon dropped, and Bertrand’s world erupted into a red veil of pain. Bertrand wailed as he grabbed his groin, blood spurting through his fingers as he collapsed. The stranger came about in a half-crouch prepared to defend himself, but Sybil and the last two were nowhere to be found. He made a soft growling sound in his throat and turned to move over and kneel beside Tasha, who was just starting to stir. She blinked once, her bleary eyes trying to focus on the face above her.

“Luse? Issat you?” She was mumbling and Lusiphur slowly eased her up into a sitting position against the ruin she had lain beside.

“Yeah kiddo. It’s me.”

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PostPosted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 5:45 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"The taste is so divine (So divine)
A chemical come alive (Come alive)
Welcome to your fight
Good luck with life
‘Cause you can’t, you can’t, you can’t
Kill me that easily..."

10 Years - Russian Roulette


“Luse! What are you doing here?” What happened to those creeps! Kaz! Is he ok?” The questions were coming rapid-fire, and Lusiphur had to grasp Tasha’s shoulders to get her attention focused on him.

“Tasha, take it easy for a second. You took a good lick to the head, if that bruise is any indication.” He smoothed back the fine silver hair from her forehead, wincing slightly at the discoloration already beginning to show.

“I’ll be ok, Luse.” Tasha tried to get to her feet, but fell back again with a soft groan as the world spun. She was fighting her stomach now, feeling very queasy from the dizziness. A soft curse escaped her lips, and she clutched tightly to Lusiphur’s arm for support. “Luse, what are you doing here?” she asked again, luminous eyes peering up at him.

It was a good question. What was he doing here?

Just one day prior he had been sitting at the bar at the Red Dragon, doing as he had done for most of his recent memory: losing himself with Ol’ Jack.

------

The aged bar top had been littered with empties he had brought down from his room, and he was leaned back in one of the chairs, enjoying a smoke and nursing the newest bottle. He was as chatty as usual, practically ignoring the people scattered around the bar as he and Ol’ Jack renewed their acquaintance.

It had started soft at first, the faintest underlying melody that was lost in the white noise backdrop of the inn. So faint it was unintelligible even for one with ears like his, it lingered on the edge of reason, a melancholic dirge that made him shake his head slowly as he reached for another cigarette. He took a deep draw on the smoke, exhaling around the mouth of the bottle as he enjoyed another swig of the whiskey and trying to ignore the faint insistent melody.

But it seemed Ol’ Jack couldn’t drown out the music, no matter how much he wished it to. In fact it seemed to be getting louder, though no one else seemed to notice. Words hovered at the edges of the symphony, a chorus and angelic voices that highlighted one or two words in the melody, but nothing definitive that he could put a finger on. What did attract his bleary attention was a soft light that seemed to thrum around him to the beating of his heart, fading after a moment to a distinctive glow emanating from under the dirty shirt he wore.

He blinked as he stared down at his chest, the cigarette clamped firmly between his lips as he fumbled for the leather cord around his neck. A small orb hung in a plain silver inlay at the end, spinning around slowly as he held it up to eye height, a small bauble that pulsed with a brilliant inner life. He was slowly putting two and two together. “Oh.”

The chorus grew in intensity and clarity with the touch of his fingers to the cord, the voices ethereal and pure as they sang of distant lands and dangers afar, of ancient slumbering gods and faceless enemies. A face had started to manifest itself in his alcohol-addled mind, with piquant features framed by the fluttery moon-white hair and silver-hued eyes staring at him. Lusiphur’s mouth slowly fell open, the cigarette falling forgotten to the floor. Blind to those in the inn he had stared at the orb, words soft and lost in the din of conversations around him. “Where is she?”

Music made colors before his eyes, swirling within the orb and more images drifted across the surface, showing ruins overgrown with ivy, a tree and a lake in the background. As the beat of the song changed, faces danced across the curved surface, some he knew and others a mystery. Lucius and Fiona, then unknown strangers rolled and rumbled through the mists of the old Necromancers soul bound to the totem. Lusiphur cursed, drawing a look from a few, but he was intent on the bauble. “Where?” The word rasped from a throat rough with disuse, demanding an answer.

A chant that sounded like the word 'Taybior' rang forth and the vision of the mage tower that dominated the city of Tignus floated through the mists. Images of mages sliding along the silver clouds and fading to the ominous shift of melody flitted over the vision. A pained look had moved over his face but he had gained something, his ears still full of that music. Lusiphur knew the Collegio Majorum and knew how to get to it.

Lusiphur had then looked into the violet eyes that hovered in the orb and nodded, holding a new respect for this one person, long dead. His tone was hushed, low as he replied to the unheard words. "I still care too." Flashes of foretelling of blood spilled upon holy ground and the song spiked, stretching forth as the crescendo crashed and yet still no others had appeared to hear the magical song. It was for him only that it played and sang and within the small orb he held, eyes of sorrow and wisdom shown. The ancient Trueblood’s expression beseeching, for by sheer will alone he had sought aid and found it, battling past Ol’ Jack’s influence to reach a bitter old assassin who had hit the bottom of the bottle.

Lusiphur had placed the totem back inside his shirt and stood, holding onto the edge of the bar for a moment. Gritting his teeth he had taken a couple of deep breaths, his posture almost meditative as he closed his eyes. The anger and purpose building in his soul had forced the alcohol to process faster. And there it was, his lucidity came from knowing he had to do something. Then, with that thought, his eyes had snapped open. He headed for the stairs and disappeared into his room, and it was a different elf that descended some moments later. A stone expression commanded his features as he moved to the door, ignoring the sound of it slamming behind him as he had started down the street.


------

“Just sit here for a minute Tash. Just close your eyes.” The young Trueblood nodded with a wince, letting her head lay on the cool stone behind her. The assassin stood and moved over to the man he had killed with the hurled General, a boot resting on the forehead as he yanked the heavy knife from his throat. Flicking away the thick blood on the blade with a grunt, he turned and stalked over to the gathered dead and dying he had put down a moment before. He ignored the moaning Bertrand, and pulled up the man he had hamstrung. Still swooned from the kick to the head, it took a moment of shaking and slapping to get him to come around.

“Alright asshole, I wanna know who hired you.” Lusiphur was nose-to-nose with the man, snarling as he glared into the other’s eyes. For added emphasis, he kicked at the gash in the man’s calves, eliciting a growled cry of pain from the man. “Who?!”

“Go to hell!” The man tried to pull away, his clumsy punch knocked aside easily by Lusiphur, who was still on the adrenaline rush from battle. The elf reared back, knuckle meeting cheek hard enough to knock a tooth out from the force of the blow. A second and a third followed in rapid succession. “Alrigh…alrigh…” Blood spilled down the man’s chin as he coughed, staining his shirt a bit more with each gasp. “Faenall. Workin…Faenall…”

“Don't know that one.” Lusiphur shook his head as he held onto the man’s shirt with one hand, the other drawing the still held General, aiming the point of the knife up into the man's chin. With a quick motion, the knife was driven hard through the man’s jaw and given a sadistic twist, flesh and brain matter hanging from the serrated back edge when he pulled it back. Letting go of the shirt he let the corpse flop back to the ground. “But I will...”

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PostPosted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 5:45 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I hate to see you fall down
I'll pick you up off of the ground
I've watched the weight of your world come down
And now It’s your chance to move on
Change the way you've lived for so long
You find the strength you've had inside all along
Cause life starts now
You've done all the things that could kill you somehow
And you're so far down
But you will survive it somehow because life starts now

Three Days Grace- Life Starts Now.


“C’mon, Tash. We’ve gotta go.” Lusiphur gently helped the woozy Trueblood to her feet, an arm resting across her shoulders for support. Tasha groaned softly as her weight settled against him, but only moved a couple of steps before stumbling to an abrupt stop.

“Wait! My new staff!” She gasped suddenly then looked quickly to the side to try to spot the staff, but only made herself dizzier. Lusiphur shook his head as he tried to steer her toward the horse but Tasha shrugged out of his hold, forcing Lusiphur to catch her shoulders before she sagged back down. “Oooh…” Muttering softly Lusiphur spotted the staff laying in the weeds at the base of the wall, though when he tried to pick it up he found himself unable to grab the gleaming wood, his fingers refusing to close around it. Tasha crouched and took it in a trembling hand, using both staff and Lusiphur to hold herself steady when she straightened.

Lusiphur gingerly guided Tasha to where his horse had settled during the fight and helped her up into the saddle. She slumped forward, cradling her staff and still feeling dizzy from the knock on the head she had suffered moments earlier, but her silver-violet eyes cut toward the assassin as he prepared to swing up behind her. “Where’s Kaz?”

“Who?” Lusiphur stared up at her in bafflement, and Tasha pointed back toward the ruined wall.

“Kaz. He’s right there. We’ve got to take him with us.” The long-eared elf shook his head with a soft growl, cutting a quick glance to the pile of bodies there.

“Tasha, we don’t have time for this. We’ve got a long way to ride.” He tried to soften his voice, but couldn’t quite lose the edge in his tone. “And Tash…he didn’t make it.” Tasha gaped for a second, than reached down to weakly push at his shoulder.

“He’s not dead! I’d know if he was!” Tears shimmered in her limpid violet eyes as she tugged on the unforgiving black leather, barely rocking Lusiphur where he stood. “I mean…he’s mostly dead, but he hasn’t fled to the beyond yet. We have to help him! He saved me and all so we gotta take him with us!” Lusiphur sighed, shaking his head in exasperation.

“Dammit Tash, we don’t have time!” He pointed to the pile of bodies again as he spoke, almost yelling now. “For all we know, there’s more coming this way right now, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let a dead man slow us down! We have to get to Tignus as quick as we can.” He was about to again try to swing up into the saddle and Tasha was opening her mouth to again argue when the head of her staff flared brightly with a luminous halo that writhed with a life all its own. Bands of force shot out to a spot near the two and their mount, coalescing into a glowing oval of liquid energy. Hovering on the edge of vision on the surface was an image of the portal room in Roecyn.

Lusiphur stared at the portal for several seconds, looked back at Tasha and her staff which she clutched tightly to her chest, then back to the portal again. “Huh.” He finally grunted, feeling Tasha tug at his shoulder again. Taking the reins in hand he guided the horse to the crumbled wall where he hoisted the unconscious Kaz to lay in front of Tasha, grunting under the effort of moving the man’s dead weight. Tasha rested an arm over Kaz’s back to steady him as Lusiphur led them to the portal, the three slipping through the shimmering surface like a stone through water.

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PostPosted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 2:40 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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“Andrew Polle, representative of the Mages Guild.” The court page stepped aside as Polle swept past and into the audience hall. Lucius finished scanning the parchment he had been reading and then handed it to another page as Polle came to a stop before the throne and half-bowed.

“Thank you for taking the time to see me, Your Majesty.” Polle folded his hands over his stomach in repose as Lucius leaned forward slightly.

“Your request said it was of an important nature to me, Your Eminence.” Lucius smiled in cordial reply, his own hands moving to rest on his knees. “So what can I do for the Mage’s Guild this day?”

Polle nodded slightly, otherwise he remained perfectly still. “I have been sent to tell you that the young woman you have sponsored in the Collegio Majorum has been involved in an accident.”

“What?” Lucius roared as he came to his feet in a surge of motion and stepped down toward Polle. “What do mean, an ‘accident’?” The mage inclined his head slightly, his hands moving out in a conciliatory gesture.

“Accident is not the correct word, Sir. Your ward was part of a study expedition to a series of ruins in the Straits of Angor.” He paused for a second before continuing. “The group was attacked by renegade guardsmen. The instructor and two magi-apprenti were killed.” He held up a hand to quickly stop Lucius as he started to speak. “Your ward is alive, as is one of her friends.” Lucius stalked around Polle, moving to one of the windows that overlooked the gardens and afforded a view of the sparkling waters of Cisroe Bay.

“What about these renegades?” He turned enough to look back at Polle, who had not moved other than to turn toward Lucius. “Do you have any ideas of where they may be hiding?”

“The renegades are dead, Sir.” Polle smirked slightly after he spoke, and continued when Lucius spun back toward him. “They were apparently killed by someone who happened on the attack. This same person took the two students back to Roecyn, where your ward’s companion was given into our care. We have also sent word to Duke Faenall that the renegades have been dealt with in addition to bringing word to you.”

Lucius’s countenance moved through a gamut of emotions, from confusion when Polle had first started to speak, to relief that Tasha was alive and well, to a growing rage with the last comment. “Faenall? He was behind this?” He snarled in anger as he started for the throne, already mentally drawing plans on how to shuffle troops from his border war with Bastion. Polle again raised a hand, silently begging pause with the gesture.

“His Grace sent word three weeks before this unfortunate incident of a group of guardsmen that had broken trust. They killed one of the Duke’s tax collectors and stole the coffer he was transporting.” The magus reached down to his belt and drew out a rolled vellum scroll and handed it to the page that stepped forward. Lucius accepted the scroll and read over it quickly.

“The same warning was sent to all the neighbors of Winter’s Ash, as well as the collegio and Roecyn.”

Lucius crumpled the scroll in a fist before handing it to the page standing beside him. “A well-organized band of renegades, to be able to kill one of your instructors.” A pained expression flitted across Polle’s features at his snarky words, and the magus nodded slowly.

“Indeed, Sir, and were that the only loss it would be bad enough.” A russet brow rose slightly as Lucius looked to Polle, who again took his silence as leave to continue. “The one who helped put together the expedition was found dead in his offices yesterday. We believe he took his own life, as there were no signs of struggle.”

“My condolences on the losses to your order, Your Eminence.” Lucius started back for the dais, but stopped with a foot on the first step. He looked back toward Polle again as he spoke. “You said that Anastasia’s companion was given into your care, but not her.”

“That is correct, Sir.” Polle had folded his hands within the sleeves of his robe again, and stood serene in the center of the glowered attention of Lucius. “The man who brought her and her companion to Roecyn demanded that a portal be opened for them, and Lord Albaelia gave his permission. He seemed to know the man accompanying your ward.” Polle paused for a second, almost musing to himself now. “The magus described him as a peculiar-looking elf, with almost obscenely large ears.” He missed the sudden flaring in Lucius’s eyes as the sovereign of Gharnholme stepped closer again. For Lucius there was no mistaking that description.

“Where were they heading?” He asked softly, an edge creeping into his tone that was sharper than his rage. Polle blinked, but otherwise remained impassive, testament to his own time dealing with the intrigues of court.

“Sir, the portal was opened to RhyDin.”






((To be continued…in the Blood House Onyx- Look What the Cat Dragged In))
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