Post by Tiamath on Jun 15, 2020 11:06:20 GMT
Soft, warm breeze caressed her neck with gentle touch, Nolveth’s dark hair was dancing free over her gentle shoulders just as candle flames lightening the tent. Pleasant weather was just a facade as each breath of it’s air despite such refreshement did not ease the flow of Nolverth’s blood as well her circling thoughts.
Nolveth? – soft voice of Supreme Sorceress summoned the attention of a young female student.
Yes, Seeress? – Nolveth replied politely with warm smile after being in a reflection.
We are done here, you may leave. – her thoughtfulness was suddenly broken by Supreme Sorceress.
Certainly Seeress… - youngling spontaneusly obeyed and started to move towards exit of the tent.
You are absent recently, I see that… Do you have something to share? – Nolveth slowed her steps. Speak child before you get yourself in trouble with me. – Ithilsyn suddenly halted young woman in mid way.
Seeress? – Nolveth felt caught off guard.
You are gifted and promising but hopefuly not foolish enough to actualy hide something from me do you? It would be a waste… to lose one such as YOU my dear…. – Supreme Sorceresses’s voice took warm but threatening tone. Nolveth started to feel the tightening slipknot of her own dishonesty.
Yes, Seeress, I mean of course, it’s … - Nolveth started to selfexplain herself rapidly.
… the Warden, yes… interesting man is he? Beast of a man that wants to live within society with little knowledge how. Poor fellow, I wonder if all soldiers are that deranged if they last that long enough. Not mentioning the manners … Even the north human savages often seem to be more domesticated that Him….– Ithilsyn interrupted the young stundent inconvenience.
But Seeress… he is … - Nolveth kept pressing in building her miserable selfdefense.
Nolveth … If you are good at some trade you do not to it for free right? He is that exceptional in what he does that even those we dare not to speak out loud of are interested of him. I sense Him too. – Eyes of both women met, yet only one pair had its upper sight in this sentence. Everyone have their price… You need to understand that, we mortal creatures of this world are just tiny fracture of a Great Game, we are not the players here, we never were and perhaps never will. Disoriented? Dear, no matter what will become of Him, always look for a way to take advantage of it. Learn from other’s mistakes and you will grow in power and influence… - as Supreme Sorceress addressed the matter, Nolveth became pale as a corpse, her mouth went dry instantly. This conversation started to look at preset stage of an acting play. She felt jeopardized and in danger. Nolveth have been sussed. She was confident that her findings are concealed and she is only one knowing – until now.
… just as the carpenter needs a lot of simple nails in his work he only needs very few hammers, a special tool that make his work easier.. If some Ruinous Power decided to conscript a new follower by force amongst our ranks then we will know about the moment that his conviction is sealed. We will use him to our goals if he starts carrying out „foreign” agenda. He is dangerous but he seem to be a fond of you is He? – Ithilsyn continued, it all seem to be like… a lesson rather than a prosecution, Nolveth became even more confused and helpless in this conversation.
I felt the event that took place THAT night, you made a progress there which pleaseses greatly me but do not be mistaken with that one successful excerise of your talent. You exposed yourself and any known Player would not spare you during this venture since you trespassed far deeper into the abyss than we can normaly perceive and to leave unscathed. You live only cause you were allowed to as you have some part to play later. You have journeyed far beyond the known plains, also saw a glimpse of the Great Game did you? – Nolveth was asked directly about her trauma, she mind went into silent contemplation, limiting her senses to a degree she seized to listen Seeress’s words.
Tears fell from her eyes as she felt that thrill and sweat again from that horrid experiance of breaching reality’s fabric, by falling right into the clash of wrestling powers. Something allowed her to leave before her manfiestation in the immaterial world met it’s doom, something allowed her not to be caught, shattered and consumed by residents of the mystical sphere of existance. Who would benefit from the quarrel of the gods? Far greater evil then the Great Four? What manner of being has the power to interfere? Ithilsyn knew well and that was not a heartwarming conclusion, she raised gently Nolveth’s chin to focus her attention for incoming words.
Get closer to Him, be his ally Nolveth. If He become the Doomed One eventualy, then we need Him on Our side. – Nolveth stood up awed and staggered. He can’t be trusted yet he must be kept close. Offer him an agreement and Coven’s aid in whatever goal he has and whos’s fall he seeks, mortal or not… - Seeress pierced her student with demanding gaze, Nolveth was shocked how quickly her Seeress came up with such cold and practical plan.
My dear one of our kin was chosen by Malal, the Lost One himself then you were banished back here from certain end by His will. In his madness he saved you from the clutches of his Enemies. Followers of the Renegade are rare yet powerful, hard to predict also doublesided, almost uncomprehensive just as their exiled patron- fortunately in the short run quite … manageable. - Ithilsyn concluded quickly her wide speech and tasked young Sorcreress’s with a mission she could not refuse.
Remember Nolveth, keep your friends close but enemies even closer. It is a dance on razor’s edge. You will witness falling entity soon, a mortal man you consider as plain and controlable while in the same time you shall observe the birth of a force that has access to endless potential of the most treacherous patron we can imagine. – that grevious warning stampeded Nolveth’s mind, there was already too much for her mind.
He is lost Nolveth… just as his foul principal, in the very moment he seizes being useful to us you must dispose of him. If you fail in this task, then Im afraid entire Regiment will not handle the sheer scale of destruction he may invoke. You may ask why we don’t kill him as a precaution to avoid potential disaster? I am willing to take the risk of attempt to tame him for our needs.
One such as he can be more valuable than dozen of military cohorts….
Do not fail us Nolveth, Coven will be watching your efforts.
Sleepy sentinel guards woke up when horn of the scouts sounded desperatly as dark rider was approaching to outpost’s gate in a hurry. Door opened and unexpected visitor rushed through into the camp in dread haste. Hooded figure covered in blood, moved with speed into shift commander’s tent.
Sire! Sire! We are under attack! - Breathless soldier reported, barely saluting.
Catch your breath and speak sense dog. - Lordling said with taunting tone.
Hostile Northeners Sire, Here! In Avelorn! - Soldier carried out end of his report with fear.
We have all shores secured you mongrel, not even fisherman’s boat can slip through the claws of Our Fleet, are you taking me for a fool? - commander started to explain this unreal scenario.
No Sire! Some great warrior is leading them, butchered our scouts as we engaged their formation with crossbows! Few Druchii are among them, unknown if captured or conspiring, they were guiding those forces through our routes, they will be here soon at our post! – rider continued with more confident voice.
How many overall?! Speak ! – clad in navy blue hauberk lordling replied. He definetly was intimidated with this news.
I don’t know Sire! Few dozens at least I saw on my flank before I fled. Those savages advanced quickly, our fire did little. They pressed on like they didn’t feel any pain! -Those on guard that heared that sentence started to gaze nervously into the dark wilderness of the horizon.
Those that were serving in the Watchtowers at far north knew how formidable foe Marauders are. Yet indeed while entire land were flooded with Druchii forces, such potential invasion out of nowhere couldn’t go simply unnoticed. Who are the dark kin among them? Deserters that betrayed their own race for sure, willing or not.
If we would face an entire army here we would know about its presence. I do not know how this force got here and who they are, but they will not step any further on our lands. Ulthuan is swarmed with our military. We shall face them here and bring this traitor scum that joined them in front of our command. – lordling continued. Such a deed would not go unrewarded, despite how dangerous or daring it would be - he cared little. Glory awaited.
Men!? Ready our warriors! Bring out the Reapers into the gates. We shall greet this party with warm welcome! – commander with mean grin on his face sent out his marshals to prepare the troops for imminent attack of unknown force.
Nolveth? – soft voice of Supreme Sorceress summoned the attention of a young female student.
Yes, Seeress? – Nolveth replied politely with warm smile after being in a reflection.
We are done here, you may leave. – her thoughtfulness was suddenly broken by Supreme Sorceress.
Certainly Seeress… - youngling spontaneusly obeyed and started to move towards exit of the tent.
You are absent recently, I see that… Do you have something to share? – Nolveth slowed her steps. Speak child before you get yourself in trouble with me. – Ithilsyn suddenly halted young woman in mid way.
Seeress? – Nolveth felt caught off guard.
You are gifted and promising but hopefuly not foolish enough to actualy hide something from me do you? It would be a waste… to lose one such as YOU my dear…. – Supreme Sorceresses’s voice took warm but threatening tone. Nolveth started to feel the tightening slipknot of her own dishonesty.
Yes, Seeress, I mean of course, it’s … - Nolveth started to selfexplain herself rapidly.
… the Warden, yes… interesting man is he? Beast of a man that wants to live within society with little knowledge how. Poor fellow, I wonder if all soldiers are that deranged if they last that long enough. Not mentioning the manners … Even the north human savages often seem to be more domesticated that Him….– Ithilsyn interrupted the young stundent inconvenience.
But Seeress… he is … - Nolveth kept pressing in building her miserable selfdefense.
Nolveth … If you are good at some trade you do not to it for free right? He is that exceptional in what he does that even those we dare not to speak out loud of are interested of him. I sense Him too. – Eyes of both women met, yet only one pair had its upper sight in this sentence. Everyone have their price… You need to understand that, we mortal creatures of this world are just tiny fracture of a Great Game, we are not the players here, we never were and perhaps never will. Disoriented? Dear, no matter what will become of Him, always look for a way to take advantage of it. Learn from other’s mistakes and you will grow in power and influence… - as Supreme Sorceress addressed the matter, Nolveth became pale as a corpse, her mouth went dry instantly. This conversation started to look at preset stage of an acting play. She felt jeopardized and in danger. Nolveth have been sussed. She was confident that her findings are concealed and she is only one knowing – until now.
… just as the carpenter needs a lot of simple nails in his work he only needs very few hammers, a special tool that make his work easier.. If some Ruinous Power decided to conscript a new follower by force amongst our ranks then we will know about the moment that his conviction is sealed. We will use him to our goals if he starts carrying out „foreign” agenda. He is dangerous but he seem to be a fond of you is He? – Ithilsyn continued, it all seem to be like… a lesson rather than a prosecution, Nolveth became even more confused and helpless in this conversation.
I felt the event that took place THAT night, you made a progress there which pleaseses greatly me but do not be mistaken with that one successful excerise of your talent. You exposed yourself and any known Player would not spare you during this venture since you trespassed far deeper into the abyss than we can normaly perceive and to leave unscathed. You live only cause you were allowed to as you have some part to play later. You have journeyed far beyond the known plains, also saw a glimpse of the Great Game did you? – Nolveth was asked directly about her trauma, she mind went into silent contemplation, limiting her senses to a degree she seized to listen Seeress’s words.
Tears fell from her eyes as she felt that thrill and sweat again from that horrid experiance of breaching reality’s fabric, by falling right into the clash of wrestling powers. Something allowed her to leave before her manfiestation in the immaterial world met it’s doom, something allowed her not to be caught, shattered and consumed by residents of the mystical sphere of existance. Who would benefit from the quarrel of the gods? Far greater evil then the Great Four? What manner of being has the power to interfere? Ithilsyn knew well and that was not a heartwarming conclusion, she raised gently Nolveth’s chin to focus her attention for incoming words.
Get closer to Him, be his ally Nolveth. If He become the Doomed One eventualy, then we need Him on Our side. – Nolveth stood up awed and staggered. He can’t be trusted yet he must be kept close. Offer him an agreement and Coven’s aid in whatever goal he has and whos’s fall he seeks, mortal or not… - Seeress pierced her student with demanding gaze, Nolveth was shocked how quickly her Seeress came up with such cold and practical plan.
My dear one of our kin was chosen by Malal, the Lost One himself then you were banished back here from certain end by His will. In his madness he saved you from the clutches of his Enemies. Followers of the Renegade are rare yet powerful, hard to predict also doublesided, almost uncomprehensive just as their exiled patron- fortunately in the short run quite … manageable. - Ithilsyn concluded quickly her wide speech and tasked young Sorcreress’s with a mission she could not refuse.
Remember Nolveth, keep your friends close but enemies even closer. It is a dance on razor’s edge. You will witness falling entity soon, a mortal man you consider as plain and controlable while in the same time you shall observe the birth of a force that has access to endless potential of the most treacherous patron we can imagine. – that grevious warning stampeded Nolveth’s mind, there was already too much for her mind.
He is lost Nolveth… just as his foul principal, in the very moment he seizes being useful to us you must dispose of him. If you fail in this task, then Im afraid entire Regiment will not handle the sheer scale of destruction he may invoke. You may ask why we don’t kill him as a precaution to avoid potential disaster? I am willing to take the risk of attempt to tame him for our needs.
One such as he can be more valuable than dozen of military cohorts….
Do not fail us Nolveth, Coven will be watching your efforts.
Sleepy sentinel guards woke up when horn of the scouts sounded desperatly as dark rider was approaching to outpost’s gate in a hurry. Door opened and unexpected visitor rushed through into the camp in dread haste. Hooded figure covered in blood, moved with speed into shift commander’s tent.
Sire! Sire! We are under attack! - Breathless soldier reported, barely saluting.
Catch your breath and speak sense dog. - Lordling said with taunting tone.
Hostile Northeners Sire, Here! In Avelorn! - Soldier carried out end of his report with fear.
We have all shores secured you mongrel, not even fisherman’s boat can slip through the claws of Our Fleet, are you taking me for a fool? - commander started to explain this unreal scenario.
No Sire! Some great warrior is leading them, butchered our scouts as we engaged their formation with crossbows! Few Druchii are among them, unknown if captured or conspiring, they were guiding those forces through our routes, they will be here soon at our post! – rider continued with more confident voice.
How many overall?! Speak ! – clad in navy blue hauberk lordling replied. He definetly was intimidated with this news.
I don’t know Sire! Few dozens at least I saw on my flank before I fled. Those savages advanced quickly, our fire did little. They pressed on like they didn’t feel any pain! -Those on guard that heared that sentence started to gaze nervously into the dark wilderness of the horizon.
Those that were serving in the Watchtowers at far north knew how formidable foe Marauders are. Yet indeed while entire land were flooded with Druchii forces, such potential invasion out of nowhere couldn’t go simply unnoticed. Who are the dark kin among them? Deserters that betrayed their own race for sure, willing or not.
If we would face an entire army here we would know about its presence. I do not know how this force got here and who they are, but they will not step any further on our lands. Ulthuan is swarmed with our military. We shall face them here and bring this traitor scum that joined them in front of our command. – lordling continued. Such a deed would not go unrewarded, despite how dangerous or daring it would be - he cared little. Glory awaited.
Men!? Ready our warriors! Bring out the Reapers into the gates. We shall greet this party with warm welcome! – commander with mean grin on his face sent out his marshals to prepare the troops for imminent attack of unknown force.