Post by velturus on Jan 10, 2007 16:42:09 GMT -5
"I am not sure, Lord. He just appeared here, unconscious and naked."
The elder Drow looked at the sleeping body, a slightly fairer skinned drow, now dressed in a simple robe to hide his shame. He could see on his cheek a tatoo of a Noble House, very similar in design to the tatoo burned into the skin of those born into the House during the reign of Ilharess Velturasa Viaxus, but not a specific design he had seen before. He pondered a moment at his own insignia burnt into his cheek, and how much it had changed in twelve hundred years, compared to the insignia of today's Viaxus.
"Bring two greater heals and a greater cure. I want to know where this strange individual bearing our mark has come from, and I will interrogate him, myself," spoke the old Drow in a slow, calculated voice, breathing in an almost mechanical form. The guards snapped to attention, and left the cell in a hurried pace.
Six hours had gone by, as the Priestess had begun applying the balms to the prisoner's skin, before he started to stir. "Leave us," Velturus spoke, in a harsh tone, to the Priestess. The Priestess looked up in half suprise at the tone in which she had just been addressed, and began to open her mouth in an objection, but the eyes of the Drow Male had begun to turn a crimson, indicating that this was not the time for a minor display of posture. The Priestess held her hand up to the Drow Male in defiance, and applied one last ounce of the Greater Heal to the prisoner's head. "There, now it pleases me to leave you males in this dank holding cell." Velturus chuckled slightly as she promptly turned her back to him, and glided gracefully and arrogantly from the room. The prisoner stirred, and his eyes opened.
"By Vhaerun, you are here!" he spoke in a hushed voice. Velturus took the back of his gloved hand, and promptly slapped the prisoner square on the cheek, produceing a suprised look from the younger male. "I care not who you worship in private, but talk like that in an Imperial Facility is grounds for Treason and immediate execution," responded the Elder Drow.
"Then, it worked?"
"Then what worked?" The elder male asked in repetition of the younger male's sylabules.
"I am Ra'Dian Viaxus, of the House of Viaxus, and I know whom you are, Lord Velturus. You sent me here."
Velturus looked at the younger male, and raised his hand, landing a powerful blow onto the males cheek, knocking him down to the floor in his weakened condition. "Of course you know who I am, I am the destroyer of cities, but I sent you no where, as I have no knowledge of you, or even of what Ilharess bears that symbol upon your cheek."
"Ilharess Nikki Viaxus, of the House of Viaxus. Your Matron Mother, Lord Viaxus, and the one who ordered you to send me here."
Velturus began to raise his hand again, but saw that the younger male was not about to flinch, and lowered it. He chuckled slightly at the resilience, as most Drow males in a weaker position would have been pleading for mercy in such a situation. "I believe you are either maddened by Blackrock, or that you are sent here as a spy of the High Council. Show me your evidence, Resiliant Ra'dian, and I will grant you a quick execution."
The younger male positioned himself on the floor, and began to bring his knees into an arch, and layed them opposite of each other onto the surface of the stone floor.
"What I am going to tell you is far beyond what you are capable of understanding in your present mind, but it is you that sent me here for the preservation of our Noble House. I am not from this immediate area, but I am a subject of the Seventh Empire of Virtue, and prone still to the laws that abide citizenship of the Second Empire of Armageddon. I serve the United Federal Council of Sosaria, directly under the leadership of the Compassionate Consul Nikki Viaxus of the Noble House of Viaxus. I was named for a great man of peace during your time, and I have come here from more than two thousand years into the future."
Velturus paused for a moment. He could feel the blood inside him determining that everything this man had said was either the truth, or that the man truly believed it was the truth. "That is not possible, for my life is at its twighlight, even in this day. You say that I sent you here, yet I know that already I have walked the lands for more than twelve hundred years. Another two thousand would be more than impossible."
"You are the last survivor of even the ancient times, Lord Velturus, and from my perspective, the Ancient Times have not yet happened. I do not know why you live for so long, Lord. Perhaps because of your living devotion to the Virtues, or perhaps because you have been practicing the arts of healing and life for so long, the spirits of those majiks have imbodied themselves into you to sustain you. There is not one among us who can deny that the souls of the millions of lives you have saved must thank you even in the afterlife."
"What you speak of his hearesy, and treason. Let me ask you this, what of my Covenant with the Spider Queen? Has she lost her legs, and gives me this great power to," Velturus stiffled a sarcastic laugh, "Heal these millions of people?"
"Lloth is Dead, Lord Velturus. For over Fifteen Hundred years, she has been dead."
Velturus began to raise his arm in anger, curling his hand into a fist. "You cannot kill a Goddess, heratic."
The younger male held his hand up and began chanting words that were completely alien to the Archmage before him. Velturus landed a crushing fist into his arms, connecting with his chest. A bright flash ensued the room, momentarily causing the Elder Drow to lose focus.
"You have brought this on your self, young fool," Velturus spoke in calculated rhythem. He reached down to the wooden bench held up by chains in the cell, and ripped it from the wall. He held the large bench with ease, in a picture that looked as if the laws of gravity themselves were in defiance, and began swinging the large planks at the younger male. The planks began to connect to his body, as the crunch of bones breaking and flesh absorbing the blows could be heard echoed through the room at a high volume. Swing after swing, the Elder Drow landed the large device into the younger male, as blood began to gather at his feet. Swing after swing, the Old Drow threw the planks into the fool, while screaming in rage.
"And if what you speak is true, then your mission has failed, fool!" Velturus screamed at the top of his lungs. His eyes began to lose their sight, as a cloud of red and black overtook his vision.
More than fourty minutes later, Velturus threw the planks to the ground, tiring himself in the fit of absolute rage that had ensued. The body of the younger male was not even recognizeable as a Drow male, or even that of a body of a once living being, as it had been beaten with such strength for such a long period of time. He began to feel a pain in his right hand, and in a frenzy threw his glove to the ground. His skeletal right hand had used more effort in that moment of rage than it had used in a hundred years. He examined the hand, twisting and turning it until he could see, clearly, the area that was causing him pain.
Blood was slowly flowing from the skeletal palm, and small pieces of muscle had begun to form from the blood, and were trying to bond with the permanent bone of his hand. Velturus raised his left hand high over his head, yelling, "Vas Flam!" and bringing the summoned ball of fire onto his own skeleton. The blood ceased to flow, and the bits of muscle began to turn black, and produced a smell of burning flesh.
"Guards!"
"Yes, Lord."
"Petition the Empress that I seek an immediate audience with her. Tell her attendants that it is an emergency."
"What is the emergency, Lord Velturus."
"Change is coming, and we need to stop it."
The guard saluted, and ran hastily towards the stairs.
Velturus considered that he would need to clean the blood stains from his clothing, and bits of entrails that had been flung from the prisoner out of his now-mangled hair. He grabbed his glove from the floor, and hastily placed it over his skeletal right hand, and then began walking towards the stairs, also.
.....
And then his right hand began to slightly hurt, again.
.....
The elder Drow looked at the sleeping body, a slightly fairer skinned drow, now dressed in a simple robe to hide his shame. He could see on his cheek a tatoo of a Noble House, very similar in design to the tatoo burned into the skin of those born into the House during the reign of Ilharess Velturasa Viaxus, but not a specific design he had seen before. He pondered a moment at his own insignia burnt into his cheek, and how much it had changed in twelve hundred years, compared to the insignia of today's Viaxus.
"Bring two greater heals and a greater cure. I want to know where this strange individual bearing our mark has come from, and I will interrogate him, myself," spoke the old Drow in a slow, calculated voice, breathing in an almost mechanical form. The guards snapped to attention, and left the cell in a hurried pace.
Six hours had gone by, as the Priestess had begun applying the balms to the prisoner's skin, before he started to stir. "Leave us," Velturus spoke, in a harsh tone, to the Priestess. The Priestess looked up in half suprise at the tone in which she had just been addressed, and began to open her mouth in an objection, but the eyes of the Drow Male had begun to turn a crimson, indicating that this was not the time for a minor display of posture. The Priestess held her hand up to the Drow Male in defiance, and applied one last ounce of the Greater Heal to the prisoner's head. "There, now it pleases me to leave you males in this dank holding cell." Velturus chuckled slightly as she promptly turned her back to him, and glided gracefully and arrogantly from the room. The prisoner stirred, and his eyes opened.
"By Vhaerun, you are here!" he spoke in a hushed voice. Velturus took the back of his gloved hand, and promptly slapped the prisoner square on the cheek, produceing a suprised look from the younger male. "I care not who you worship in private, but talk like that in an Imperial Facility is grounds for Treason and immediate execution," responded the Elder Drow.
"Then, it worked?"
"Then what worked?" The elder male asked in repetition of the younger male's sylabules.
"I am Ra'Dian Viaxus, of the House of Viaxus, and I know whom you are, Lord Velturus. You sent me here."
Velturus looked at the younger male, and raised his hand, landing a powerful blow onto the males cheek, knocking him down to the floor in his weakened condition. "Of course you know who I am, I am the destroyer of cities, but I sent you no where, as I have no knowledge of you, or even of what Ilharess bears that symbol upon your cheek."
"Ilharess Nikki Viaxus, of the House of Viaxus. Your Matron Mother, Lord Viaxus, and the one who ordered you to send me here."
Velturus began to raise his hand again, but saw that the younger male was not about to flinch, and lowered it. He chuckled slightly at the resilience, as most Drow males in a weaker position would have been pleading for mercy in such a situation. "I believe you are either maddened by Blackrock, or that you are sent here as a spy of the High Council. Show me your evidence, Resiliant Ra'dian, and I will grant you a quick execution."
The younger male positioned himself on the floor, and began to bring his knees into an arch, and layed them opposite of each other onto the surface of the stone floor.
"What I am going to tell you is far beyond what you are capable of understanding in your present mind, but it is you that sent me here for the preservation of our Noble House. I am not from this immediate area, but I am a subject of the Seventh Empire of Virtue, and prone still to the laws that abide citizenship of the Second Empire of Armageddon. I serve the United Federal Council of Sosaria, directly under the leadership of the Compassionate Consul Nikki Viaxus of the Noble House of Viaxus. I was named for a great man of peace during your time, and I have come here from more than two thousand years into the future."
Velturus paused for a moment. He could feel the blood inside him determining that everything this man had said was either the truth, or that the man truly believed it was the truth. "That is not possible, for my life is at its twighlight, even in this day. You say that I sent you here, yet I know that already I have walked the lands for more than twelve hundred years. Another two thousand would be more than impossible."
"You are the last survivor of even the ancient times, Lord Velturus, and from my perspective, the Ancient Times have not yet happened. I do not know why you live for so long, Lord. Perhaps because of your living devotion to the Virtues, or perhaps because you have been practicing the arts of healing and life for so long, the spirits of those majiks have imbodied themselves into you to sustain you. There is not one among us who can deny that the souls of the millions of lives you have saved must thank you even in the afterlife."
"What you speak of his hearesy, and treason. Let me ask you this, what of my Covenant with the Spider Queen? Has she lost her legs, and gives me this great power to," Velturus stiffled a sarcastic laugh, "Heal these millions of people?"
"Lloth is Dead, Lord Velturus. For over Fifteen Hundred years, she has been dead."
Velturus began to raise his arm in anger, curling his hand into a fist. "You cannot kill a Goddess, heratic."
The younger male held his hand up and began chanting words that were completely alien to the Archmage before him. Velturus landed a crushing fist into his arms, connecting with his chest. A bright flash ensued the room, momentarily causing the Elder Drow to lose focus.
"You have brought this on your self, young fool," Velturus spoke in calculated rhythem. He reached down to the wooden bench held up by chains in the cell, and ripped it from the wall. He held the large bench with ease, in a picture that looked as if the laws of gravity themselves were in defiance, and began swinging the large planks at the younger male. The planks began to connect to his body, as the crunch of bones breaking and flesh absorbing the blows could be heard echoed through the room at a high volume. Swing after swing, the Elder Drow landed the large device into the younger male, as blood began to gather at his feet. Swing after swing, the Old Drow threw the planks into the fool, while screaming in rage.
"And if what you speak is true, then your mission has failed, fool!" Velturus screamed at the top of his lungs. His eyes began to lose their sight, as a cloud of red and black overtook his vision.
More than fourty minutes later, Velturus threw the planks to the ground, tiring himself in the fit of absolute rage that had ensued. The body of the younger male was not even recognizeable as a Drow male, or even that of a body of a once living being, as it had been beaten with such strength for such a long period of time. He began to feel a pain in his right hand, and in a frenzy threw his glove to the ground. His skeletal right hand had used more effort in that moment of rage than it had used in a hundred years. He examined the hand, twisting and turning it until he could see, clearly, the area that was causing him pain.
Blood was slowly flowing from the skeletal palm, and small pieces of muscle had begun to form from the blood, and were trying to bond with the permanent bone of his hand. Velturus raised his left hand high over his head, yelling, "Vas Flam!" and bringing the summoned ball of fire onto his own skeleton. The blood ceased to flow, and the bits of muscle began to turn black, and produced a smell of burning flesh.
"Guards!"
"Yes, Lord."
"Petition the Empress that I seek an immediate audience with her. Tell her attendants that it is an emergency."
"What is the emergency, Lord Velturus."
"Change is coming, and we need to stop it."
The guard saluted, and ran hastily towards the stairs.
Velturus considered that he would need to clean the blood stains from his clothing, and bits of entrails that had been flung from the prisoner out of his now-mangled hair. He grabbed his glove from the floor, and hastily placed it over his skeletal right hand, and then began walking towards the stairs, also.
.....
And then his right hand began to slightly hurt, again.
.....