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“Then he must really want this,” Talon observed.

Koreth nodded. “Yes, Lord Zamorak says he has been planning this for quite some while. But rest assured, he will follow through with his pledges to help destroy what Nhur has built.”

~^+^~

V stood on a hill overlooking Ukrosha as he heard the crowd cheering Nhur. After he accepted the blue man’s offer, he had just awakened to find himself in his current position without any explanation from his benefactor other than that he had some time to take care of any loose ends on his part.

Sighing, the undead took out a small crystal from his pocket, and spoke a command word. “Patch me through to Senntisten,” he said.

~^+^~

Nhur stalked through the catacombs beneath the Imperial Palace with Joran and a small group of Ordinators in tow. The new Spymaster was promised that he would finally get explanations about what was really going on, but no guarantees that it would make any sense. Even though Joran felt that he was finally on the right side, he still couldn’t help but feel uneasy as he walked behind the Mahjarrat into a room containing a crystalline coffin.

“Just what is it?” he asked.

“It’s an Oubliette, that one,” a voice replied. Turning around, Joran saw a tattooed man in blue robes standing there, looking concerned.

“Master,” Nhur said as he bowed down.

The man chuckled. “I’m no master,” he said. “At least, not anymore. You should know better, Sathba.”

“I’m sorry,” Nhur said as he stood up. “I still feel that such a title is appropriate since I am serving the Order.”

“Wait, what Order?” Joran asked.

“That’s none of his concern,” the man said as he stared at Nhur.

“It really isn’t,” Nhur agreed. “But he’s seen one of them, so he needs to know at least why I’ve did what I had to.”

“Fair enough,” the man replied. “Show him.”
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Nhur motioned to an Ordinator, who nodded and dragged the skeletal creature Lukil was revealed as to the forefront. The abomination squealed as it drew near the coffin, but from terror or delight was anybody’s guess.

“This,” Nhur said as he indicated the alien being. “Is a very powerful Psionic race. I shall do you a service, Spymaster, and not reveal its name to you, because such knowledge still holds power in this day and age. Power that you would do well to stay away from.”

“Show him the true form,” the robed man said. “Show him what’s really the danger here.”

Nhur nodded, and smacked the creature with his staff. It convulsed, and it’s jaw fell away to reveal a lamprey-like mouth surrounded by what appeared to be many tentacles covered in slime. The tentacles flailed around as the creature’s yellow eyes narrowed in anger.

Joran flinched. “Just what the hell does that have to do with the coffin?” he asked.

“This thing has a leader,” Nhur answered. “You can probably guess what I’m getting at now.*

Joran’s face twisted in disgust. “Great,” he said. “Lemme guess... the thing inside the coffin is…”

“Yes,” Nhur interrupted.

“And powerful psychics can distort what people see as reality,” Joran said. Thinking back to the meeting he was told had started without him, and the incident with the Aboleth, he added, "I don’t know why I didn't see this sooner.”

“What?” the man asked.

“I remember at the tabernacle we used when we went to Skyvern Keep for Arial,” Joran said. “We were accosted by an Aboleth. Lukil chased it away, and told us that he managed to convince it he was the only thing it was afraid of. I never stopped to think that he might *be* the thing it was actually afraid of for real.”

“So now do you understand?” Nhur asked as an Ordinator chopped the abomination’s head off.

“Yes,” Joran said. “Yes, I believe things are much clearer now."

"Great. Now that this issue is out of the way, we must handle the problem of Kaz,” Nhur replied.

~^+^~
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Azzanandra sat on a stool as he listened to a transmission that had come in overnight while he was sleeping. On his dimly lit desk stood a commorb, and in it was the visage of a man with a feathered, wider-brimmed red hat which sat atop a wild mane of black hair. A red scarf obscured his lower face, but from what the Mahjarrat could see, the man was extremely pale.

“My lord,” the man said. “I’m sending this to you in hopes that you will understand my reasoning. My mission to kill the Lost Son you call Nhur has failed, and I have failed willingly.”

“Who is this guy?” Azzanandra asked.

A nearby elf aid shrugged. “I’m not sure,” the elf said. “It just came on and I thought it was for you since it was your commorb.”

“Things have gotten bad,” the strange man continued. “I have come across a…mutual ally…who has informed me of a greater danger that takes precedence over Nhur. I cannot say more for fear of a sleeper agent intercepting this, but you must trust me. Because if I fail, then we all may suffer the consequences.”

“Mutual ally?” the Jackal-headed Mahjarrat asked. Turning to his aide, he asked, “Tell me, do you know where Sliske is?”

“No," the aide said. “Why?”

The picture of the red-garbed man grew fuzzy, and was soon replaced by the visage of a bald, tattooed man. The man was grinning, and Azzanandra’s breath was stolen at that moment as he recognized the new speaker.

“Greetings, old friend,” the man said. “I’m sorry if my associate confuses you so, but I deemed it necessary to activate an old project now. You see, things on my end are moving fast, so I had to construct the proper story to implant in his mind. A story that was believable and, well…you were the first one who came to mind.”

“Get Sliske in here,” Azzanandra told his aide. “Tell him that it’s important.” The elf nodded, and hurried out of the room.
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“Samael,” Azzanandra hissed through clenched teeth. “Just what the hell did you do now?*

The aide returned a few moments later, shaking uncontrollably. “My lord,” the elf said. “I have managed to magically contact Sliske, and he is…rather preoccupied. He says that you’re needed at your Lord’s side immediately!”

“Why? What happened?” he asked.

“It’s Zamorak,” the elf replied. “He’s locked in mortal combat with our god now! He’s betrayed us!”

~^+^~

Nhur, Joran, and the blue-robed man walked down the halls of the private wing silently, passing Ordinators and Red Hearts saluting them as they passed by. Nhur ignored the gestures, hell bent on reaching his destination more than showing his guards any sort of courtesy at that moment.

The group eventually reached a room that was well lit. Shadowstuff crawled along the walls gracefully, giving the room an aura of peace, and many pieces of elegant furniture dotted the room. In the far end was a four-poster bed, with curtains which were hung from the ceiling drawn around two of the three open sides which weren’t against a wall, and Uthalion was sitting on a couch next to it with his head in his hands, his helmet lying by his feet.

Nhur approached the bed, and saw Kaz lying on it, still unconscious. The raven-haired mage looked almost peaceful, as if she was sleeping instead.

“She still hasn’t improved,” Uthalion said remorsefully.

“I can see that,” Nhur replied.

"I don’t think she will, either,” the blue-robed man said. “She shows all signs of having her soul taken by the Fade Realm.”

Uthalion looked at the man and asked, “Who’s this guy?”

“Someone who can probably help,” Joran said.
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“I may not be able to help if she’s a real Fade Witch,” the man said sadly. “But I might be able to ease her suffering.”

“Do whatever you need to,” Nhur said. “She would be very valuable to our cause if we can revive her.”

The man nodded, and concentrated on the mage intently. Several tattoos were glowing brightly, and a few hours passed as the sky grew darker. The man kept at his magic for a few more hours, and Nhur had some servants begin lighting the candles around the room before his ally sighed and said, “I’m sorry. Everything I know doesn’t seem to be working.”

Nhur nodded sadly. “I’m sorry,” he said to Uthalion. “Rest assured, I will do everything in my power to bring her back safely.”

Uthalion put his head in his hands and didn't reply.

“I think we should leave him alone for now," Joran said. “The guy’s had a rough time as it is and probably doesn’t want to hear any more painful promises.”

Nhur agreed, and left the room with the Spymaster in tow. The bald tattooed man waited until he was sure they were gone, and sat down on a chair next to Uthalion. “If it helps,” he began. “I’ve tried my best.”

“But your best wasn’t good enough,” Uthalion spat.

The man nodded. “Sometimes even the best fails,” he replied. “There’s nothing we can do about it, really.”

“No duh,” Uthalion said. “I already know this, so why are you telling me the obvious?”
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The man dug through his pockets and pulled out a small bag and held it out to Uthalion. “She may never physically die thanks to her condition,” he said. “And the mementos you have of her.”

Uthalion drew his head up and grabbed the bag. Looking over it, he saw Kaz’s name stitched into the side, but other than that it was just a normal bag.

“Where did you get this?" Uthalion asked.

The man smirked knowingly. “An associate of mine had…come across it accidentally, if you will. I’ll admit that there’s nothing useful that can help us in there, but I figured you might want a keepsake if worst comes to worst."

Uthalion nodded. “My thanks, but I don’t think you’re helping. I’d like to be alone, if you don’t mind.”

The man stood up and half-saluted Uthalion. “I understand,” he said. The man’s robes twirled like graceful dancers in the air as he turned around, and he was just gone after that. No puff of smoke gave away his exit, nor did the air fill with a magical charge. He was just…gone.

Uthalion looked at the bag once more, and put it on the floor next to his helmet. He got up from his seat, and walked over to Kaz, who hadn’t moved an inch since the Emperor and his allies were in the room. His eyes began to brim with tears as he brushed a strand of black hair from her face.

“Kaz, I’m not sure if you can hear me,” he said. “But it’s me. Uthalion. Can you give me a sign or something?” The mage didn't move, and he felt his heart sink even lower than he thought possible.

“Please,” he said grimly. “Can’t you just…just…wake up? Please?”

^+^ The End of Chapter 22 ^+^
^+^ The End of Translation II ^+^
^+^ Antediluvian of the Draculesti Bloodline ^+^

^+^ If the Gods see fit to curse us with the Blood, then we shall raise ourselves above them ^+^

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Well...as far as this story's concerned, there's just one more interlude and the epilogue left. Expect them sometime either during the weekend or early next week. They're relatively short, so they shouldn't take too long to write. >.<
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I know I haven't posted in like... Forever, but I've been following your story since you put it up, and... I love it. I do. Compared to the other... "stories" people like to post, this is an epic novel that has earned millions in revenue. I love your writing. I do, I do.

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Thanks, Ed. I try my best :)

(^not too fond of most "stories" around here myself tbh. There's some good ones floating around, but seriously...I literally saw a page and a half of noob stories at one point. Ick >.< )
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