Day … 1
The meeting with T’Zyzin my new Master.
I was led out of the necromantic chamber by one of the blind silent servants. First we ascended two flights exiting back into the court yard of the castle Neriak. Quietly I followed behind noticing my new leathers were surprisingly quiet. The craftsmanship of the Dark Elves I mused.
The servant guided me to a small stone glyphed fort within the outer grounds of the castle. Gazing upwards the massive cavern ceiling was alight with various colors of Dark Elven fire. Numerous shadowy haunted spectres moved like winds winding about the icy spiked stalagtites high above. This kingdom was a land where no light or good could ever shine came to mind as I stepped into the stone fortress. My guide, the blind mute, bent over at his waist left arm extended ushering me forward.
T’Zyzin was seated behind a finely carved bone accented large desk. Inside the room with him was a woman and a man dressed in dark leathers their faces hidden behind a veil. T’Zyzin’s eyes looked up and through me as I entered “SIT!” his speech was strong rolling over me. Afterwards, in hindsight I would contemplate realizing he spoke in whisper.
“Tell, Myre daughter of the Iksar, what do you remember of the man with a green gem?” T’Zyzin waved his left hand in a dismissive manner. I recounted the story how I was selling my sword arm as a mercenary within Dark Light woods and was directed to enter Neriak and continue. The Dark Elf, with the gem, required bones of long dead animated orcs out in the human lands beyound the Dark woods. Once I had these bone fragments, spiritual residue of ghostly war wolves, … and three types of special ore the orcs… I ceased my story and felt a strong suspicion … bone, essecence of hunters, and thrice enchanted stone. The thought and image of that giant wurm of stone with that aura of purpose…me falling stumbling backwards my right hand reaching for my sheathed blade … no time no time I’m going to be struck … the wall of moving stone reeling back like a snake … I was afraid very very afraid … I remember I reached out with my left hand screaming focusing a curse… Fear swelled within my being … there was an explosion inside my chest … my heart exploded? … in that last moment I felt Fear , Pain , I died as my heart ruptured , I was deadeven before my back slammed into the ground.
T’Zyzin eye’s narrowed at the cessation of my tale keenly aware, more than even myself at this moment.
T’Zyzin’s voice that followed was soft, alluring, understanding “Yes, you now realize what you did? In that moment. Myre, you channeled your Fear and struck down your opponent.” T’Zyzin paused allowing the words to sink into me. “Fear, Myre, Fear is weak. That is why your heart was torn apart within your breast. Your enemies will only become numb, in time, to Fear but … HATE … Hate is a fuel for a ever burning fire.”
T’Zyzin continued as I sat in silence absorbing every detail which followed. The Dark Elf, the one with the green gem, was just nobody. A pawn in what was a attempt to assassinate the Queen of Neriak Queen Cristanos. This gem … a strong willed imbued gem of Domination somehow made its way to the streets of Neriak. Something that would sooner or later be discovered and then the gem would take over dominating a weak willed mind. Possibly smuggled in by a rival faction, her own Son who desires the throne also known as Thexians, maybe even the sorcery of Qeynos Brotherhood of Light.