The Necromancer's Visit.
Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 6:51 pm
His anger boiled just beneath the surface, months of frustration begging release. Nothing he did was 'right'. Always a disappointment, too much like his mother for the House's tastes. Xar'zith and her tentative alliances with both sides clouding peoples view of him. Trying to carve out his own identity from that of his parents was proving to be a difficult feat, especially when it seemed to him that they foiled every venture he tried.
"You are the Blood Lord's son, you can have or take what you wish."
His father's words echoed in his mind over and over again, taunting him. Whatever he wanted...except the one thing he wanted. Amirah. He had never asked for anything, except her.
He pushed away the thoughts of her. They were not even allowed to speak to each other. He could not prove himself a man to his father in peace time, and without that he had no chance of getting him to change his mind about the girls fate.
And so now he stood in Surefall Glade. His mother had told him stories in the past of some individuals here, but had always been vague on the location. Tajer lacked their mothers tact and had let it slip once. He had never been before, and evidently it was a peaceful place... the guards were lazy, lounging around under trees and playing card games.
He was about to make his presence known when the door to nearby building opened and an elven woman almost ran into him. She started to apologise with a smile until she looked at him and took a step back in surprise.
He too was surprised. He had seen her once before, but he would have known her anyway. The golden eyes and red hair, the way she carried herself with confidence and grace. He grinned. He couldn't have planned it better if he'd tried. Jetamio was on 'the list', not a priority, but fairly high up... but he wanted her for his own reasons. He recovered from his surprise faster and lashed out with a spell that would drain her of power, crippling any magical abilities.
Her expression turned to rage and she screamed out for the guards. He laughed as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him, ignoring the sleepy guards. With a word, they vanished.
"You are the Blood Lord's son, you can have or take what you wish."
His father's words echoed in his mind over and over again, taunting him. Whatever he wanted...except the one thing he wanted. Amirah. He had never asked for anything, except her.
He pushed away the thoughts of her. They were not even allowed to speak to each other. He could not prove himself a man to his father in peace time, and without that he had no chance of getting him to change his mind about the girls fate.
And so now he stood in Surefall Glade. His mother had told him stories in the past of some individuals here, but had always been vague on the location. Tajer lacked their mothers tact and had let it slip once. He had never been before, and evidently it was a peaceful place... the guards were lazy, lounging around under trees and playing card games.
He was about to make his presence known when the door to nearby building opened and an elven woman almost ran into him. She started to apologise with a smile until she looked at him and took a step back in surprise.
He too was surprised. He had seen her once before, but he would have known her anyway. The golden eyes and red hair, the way she carried herself with confidence and grace. He grinned. He couldn't have planned it better if he'd tried. Jetamio was on 'the list', not a priority, but fairly high up... but he wanted her for his own reasons. He recovered from his surprise faster and lashed out with a spell that would drain her of power, crippling any magical abilities.
Her expression turned to rage and she screamed out for the guards. He laughed as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him, ignoring the sleepy guards. With a word, they vanished.