“No, you didn't,” Darsi said. “Otherwise you’d be extremely worried.”
“Why would that be so?”
“Because,” Darsi answered. “The fool Mahjarrat just decided to box us in with only the citizens to rely on for support. I have a feeling that if things were to go south, it wouldn’t bode well for us at all.”
“Well, there’s always that,” the Vampyre admitted.
Darsi only looked at Lorkaj before turning and walking out of the throne room. Lorkaj let a small sigh escape his lips. Women, he thought. They always worried about everything. Always will, too. Yet, for once, he feared that this woman in particular may very well be right to worry.
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Nhur stumbled into his private quarters rather ungracefully. His head spun, and he didn't know which way was up, let alone how to walk straight at that very instant.
Sighting a rather elegant bed in the middle of the room, Nhur shambled over to it and lay down.
*This is futile* a voice echoed in his mind. *You and I both know that no matter what you do, the Hounds will come to do what the general couldn’t.*
"Shut…up…” he panted. Pain wracked his body, though he did*’t know why.
*Oh, please* the voice mocked. *As if mere words may stop it.*
Gathering all of his willpower, Nhur screamed, “Enough! I’ve seen more war than anyone ever should! And you think you can break me easily after that?!”
*I don’t believe that’s necessary* the voice replied coolly. *You seem rather broken to me already*
A macabre laugh filled his head as his vision straightened. He saw Erevin standing in the doorway with a concerned expression on his face.
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Nhur stared down at his own chest. The damn Talisman just sat there, oblivious to the world. Yet, he knew it was plotting something. Demons always did. But just what it had to gain from letting its minions run amok in the world was beyond the Mahjarrat’s understanding.
“It’s this...thing,” he said as he motioned to the Talisman.
“The pretty amulet? Hardly seems like a threat to me,” Erevin noted.
“Trust me, you don’t know the half of it,” Nhur replied.
“It’s like the thing’s always watching my every move, mocking my every decision.”
“And I suspect you’ll tell me there’s voices in your head as well,” Erevin snorted.
“Don’t you dare jest,” Nhur replied angrily. The threat in his voice was clear to the spymaster.
Erevin’s features hardened. “Alright, let’s assume that thing’s dangerous. What’s its role in the situation with these new Lycanthropes you’ve mentioned?”
“I think it…creates them,” Nhur answered. “I’m not sure how, but I’m certain it does somehow. I mean, when I was at the Chantry’s tower, this thing was there alongside the creatures. Uthalion told me that he first encountered one of the creatures right after he found it. And I assume more may have been spawned as he gallivanted across the world looking for a safe haven.”
“So it’s a magical threat, then,” Erevin said. “A small problem with those kinds of things is it often takes magic to fight in the first place. And if what you say is true, the Chantry’s tower is gone or ruined. Which means that we’ve just lost track of any mage registered with them.”
A thought suddenly came to Nhur. “Tell me, do you still have that pendant you took from the dead rebel spy?” he asked.
Erevin shrugged. “I do, but the Royal Magicians literally killed themselves trying to reverse-engineer the thing. It turns out there’s a ward against that enspelled on it.”
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“But I assume there’s a ward that would signal back to their headquarters that the bearer is in trouble, correct?” Nhur asked.
“I’m…not sure, really,” Erevin admitted. “I mean, it’s possible. It makes sense that they would have a contingency spell in place in case the bearer gets into trouble at some point. Why do you want to know, anyway?"
"Kaz,” Nhur replied. “The rebels have a Fade Witch in their ranks. She’s possibly the most powerful spellcaster in the region now that the Chantry has been disorganized.”
Erevin nodded in understanding. “So, an alliance with our own enemies. This should be rather interesting.”
Nhur glared at the spymaster threateningly. “Find her,” he ordered. “Bring her here by any means necessary. Failure shall not be an option for you, spymaster!”
Erevin saluted the Emperor rather mockingly. “Will do,” he said. “But between you and me, if she tries burning the place down, I won’t be taking the blame for it.”
“Understandable,” the Emperor answered. “Now, go.” Erevin complied, and left the room as quickly as he entered it.
Nhur let his shoulders slouch with exhaustion. He knew the coming days would be long. If not because of the threat the creatures posed, it would be because of constantly keeping one eye open just in case his only hope of ridding the abomination from his person decided to stab him in the back.
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“Where’s Kaz?” a representative of House Verona asked.
Azi’s orb glowed as she responded, “Not here. She’s locked herself in her room for quite some time now."
"Not good enough, crystal ball,” the representative snarled. The pair was making their way down the hall which contained the rebellion’s living quarters late that night.
Even though the hall was brightly lit, Azi couldn’t help but feel that the place was more claustrophobic than usual. Partly because of the man’s rather aggressive mood, she thought. Or maybe it was partly because she kept sensing in the back of her mind that something was terribly wrong. She really didn't know, though she suspected it was a little of both at that very moment.
“Look,” Azi said. “I’m not sure if disturbing her is a good idea. She’s a Fade Witch, ya know.”
“I don’t care if she’s a damn vampire,” the Verona man said. “Right now, I have important information that she needs to know immediately.”
“Like what?”
“Well, for starters, Nhur’s closing the city down,” he replied. “He’s found out that the recent murders have been perpetrated by some kind of new Lycanthrope that can spread its infection rapidly. He’s also blaming the fall of the Chantry’s Tower on the things as well.”
“The Chantry was attacked? And what murders?” Azi asked.
The man blinked in surprise. “You don’t get out much, do you? I mean, nearly everyone on the outside has been talking about it for the past few days now!"
The news shocked Azi. She hoped that her old friends from the Tower were alright. She knew that her friend Mori would have most likely escaped certain destruction-the girl was known to be resourceful in life or death situations- but the thought of losing her other friends was almost too much to bear, especially considering that she still couldn’t reach Lukil’s group that went to Skyvern Keep.
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They eventually reached a door which looked like it had been painted into the side of the wall. No handle stuck out, though both knew that one wasn’t necessary. Kaz was known to have magical security around her room like any normal mage would, and having no physical handle was just one of the many such defenses she commonly employed.
“This is it?” he asked.
“Yes,” Azi replied. “Though you might wanna knock first. She could have some kind of dangerous ward surrounding the room.”
“Makes sense,” the Verona representative said. He knocked on the door, screaming, “Kaz! Kaz, you in there?!” He was met with silence.
“Let me try,” Azi offered. Floating near the pseudo-door, she chimed, “Kaz, it’s Azi. Our man from House Verona says he has important news. It’s about Nhur!” Still, she too was met with silence.
“Forget it,” the Verona man said. He turned to walk away before suddenly twisting around, delivering a kick to the door as he did so. The door splintered easily, and he kicked it again. The second kick snapped the door into two, causing bits and pieces to fly everywhere as he barged into Kaz’s room.
“I’m telling you Kaz, this isn’t…” he trailed off as his eyes widened in surprise.
Azi floated into the room behind him. “What’s wro- oh, my god!” she exclaimed.
The room looked like it had been ransacked. The mage’s bed had been apparently burned at some point, with only ashes and blackened wood left behind to signal that something had even been there before. A shattered mirror hung on the wall over a crushed desk, while a chest was left wide open in the center of the room.
“What the hell happened here?” the Verona man roared.
“Calm down,” Azi chided him. “I don’t think the problem is what happened here…I think the real problem right now is…where’s Kaz?”
The empty room stood silent in an unwilling reply to Azi’s musings.
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(In reply to Azigrath last page. Sorry, missed the post before updating for some reason >.< )
About the formal writing thing, thanks. I can't say how much that means to me considering that english is my second language (and I'm extremely prone to butchering it when writing stuff
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Doomcubs? That's an...interesting thought. Funny part was I planned on actually having some young hounds in the scene with the alpha hound before deciding to cut it due to space restraints.
No comment on the power part since I'm kinda tired atm and can't think straight. I'll probably think of something to say on it later
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Oh I assure you, the chieftain's story isn't over yet. Though sadly enough the results of his actions won't be seen for quite some time :'(
And I wouldn't be so quick to assume that half-dragons were behind any of the brutal murders of the tiger-men either. Some of them might have been, true, but they're not the only creature capable of killing a group of armed hunters rather singlehandedly.
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Anyway, update on adds...this next one should be one of the last (if not *the* last) for the year thanks to the holidays. So after this, expect only a small handful of decent sized chapters to follow in January and possibly February.
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