Post by Calibus on Feb 3, 2007 19:46:20 GMT -5
Calibus returned home from the elections. He was glad that Ra’Dian was elected as the Chancellor once again, but yet at the same time he was sad to see Tanda go. His love for Tanda had not died completely. It still raged inside him like a storm. The struggle within him at times seemed nearing the point of no return. Evil thoughts crept into his mind. The voices they called to him…”Kill them! Kill them all!” They taunted him. He shut them from his mind. But yet they continued. “Tear them to pieces!” He scowled, again forcing his mind to shut the voices out. “Hrmph. Well maybe another time then.” The voices called from a distance. Then they fell silent. Alone in the silence he started up the walk to the stairs. He stopped short looking at the fence… There in the fence impaled upon one of the spikes was a bird. This was not just any bird though. This bird was Malag-astes’. What was it doing here, he wondered? Staring at it he carefully lifted it from the fence and examined it. Odd, where was the small tube it usually had on its leg? He looked about the ground to see if it had fallen but he saw nothing. He opened the gate to the cemetery and carefully laid the bird upon the ground. He slowly turned and walked up the first flight of stairs. Why were the lights not lit? He wondered. A scent penetrated his nose. Someone had been there. He followed the scent up the stairs to the second floor. The wind rustled the tapestry. He scowled again looking at the tapestry. Was that blood, human blood? He sniffed it. His shape shifted to his demon form as the concern inside him grew. He silently drew back the tapestry and entered the hall behind. The door to his lab was carelessly left open. Quietly he crept into the room, he looked all about. The room was empty though there were a few things displaced. He took a quick inventory of the room. No, nothing missing, nothing out of place, everything is…… Wait, Wait just a minute! By the Gods NO! He nearly screamed.
There on the table by his workstation was an empty hole, one where something so evil and so foul had once been. Now it was empty. The crystal, who could have taken it? It was locked down, by magical means. He himself locked it there. Now it was gone. Who could have taken it? He asked himself again. Malag? No, he would not take it. Malag hated magic. But Malag knew what it was…. And Malag knew where it was... And it was Malags bird that lay dead in the fence.
The bird….. Who would kill a carrier bird? Who? No one would unless…Unless, they wanted to keep him from knowing something…But what? Had Malag been attempting to warn him of something? A soft gleam caught his eye. Hello, what is this? He wondered as he bent down and picked it up. A single hair, white and silky, Drow! He held it in his hand as he flew from the stairs and entered the secret chambers below. He made his way to the mirror.
“Mirror!” He shouted. “Tell me, who entered my domain!”
The mirror clouded over and a green ghoulish face appeared in the clouds. “What do you desire my Master?” The voice said, sounding tired and groggy.
“Tell me who entered my domain.” Calibus repeated.
“A Drowish Male” The mirror told him.
Calibus scowled at the mirror, smoke rising from his nostrils. “Don’t patronize me. I know it was a Drow Male. Who was it? Tell me the oolos name!” He demanded.
“There you go screaming at me again and using that foul language of the underdark. The fools name is one that you do not know. The creature has only walked this land for a few days at most. He is but a pawn. Now if you yell at me again I shall return to the beyond and you will be left alone, without your precious answers.” The mirror said in a mocking tone.
“Don’t you mock me mirror. I can still shatter your world into a million tiny slivers. Perhaps you would rather I returned you to the Abyss eh? Who controls this pawn then? Answer me that.” Calibus demanded.
“The pawn is a puppet of the one who would control you.” The mirror told him, still playing riddles and games as it always did. Much like a cat the mirror never truly gave a straight answer to anything. Though angry Calibus could not fault the Mirror, it was what it was and its answers would always be as vague as they could be.
Calibus paced the floor for what seemed like hours. Finally he turned and faced the mirror once more. “Tell me mirror, who is the puppetmaster?” He asked glancing at the mirror.
The mirror had gone black once more and a voice said only, “Patience,” though the voice was not that of the mirror.
He looked about the room and began to gather a few belongings. He decided to journey to Malag and see what was going on, but then he heard the voice again, “You're not quite done yet. Get back to work.” It told him. He looked about the room. “Who is there?” He asked. His voice echoed almost in the chamber but there was no reply. Back to work? He wondered. What did it mean? He felt the need to prepare… but for what? He had so many questions, questions that needed answers. He finished gathering a few belongings and left, but he did not travel to Newcastle. That road seemed uncertain and unsafe somehow. He took another road, a far darker road. He took the road to the Abyss. Perhaps amongst his own kind he would find the answers he sought. He knew of only one puppetmaster capable of containing a demon like his father… and she was far more dangerous than anything he would encounter in the Abyss. With a wave of his claws he was gone, he had no idea when he would return, but he knew he had to leave.
There on the table by his workstation was an empty hole, one where something so evil and so foul had once been. Now it was empty. The crystal, who could have taken it? It was locked down, by magical means. He himself locked it there. Now it was gone. Who could have taken it? He asked himself again. Malag? No, he would not take it. Malag hated magic. But Malag knew what it was…. And Malag knew where it was... And it was Malags bird that lay dead in the fence.
The bird….. Who would kill a carrier bird? Who? No one would unless…Unless, they wanted to keep him from knowing something…But what? Had Malag been attempting to warn him of something? A soft gleam caught his eye. Hello, what is this? He wondered as he bent down and picked it up. A single hair, white and silky, Drow! He held it in his hand as he flew from the stairs and entered the secret chambers below. He made his way to the mirror.
“Mirror!” He shouted. “Tell me, who entered my domain!”
The mirror clouded over and a green ghoulish face appeared in the clouds. “What do you desire my Master?” The voice said, sounding tired and groggy.
“Tell me who entered my domain.” Calibus repeated.
“A Drowish Male” The mirror told him.
Calibus scowled at the mirror, smoke rising from his nostrils. “Don’t patronize me. I know it was a Drow Male. Who was it? Tell me the oolos name!” He demanded.
“There you go screaming at me again and using that foul language of the underdark. The fools name is one that you do not know. The creature has only walked this land for a few days at most. He is but a pawn. Now if you yell at me again I shall return to the beyond and you will be left alone, without your precious answers.” The mirror said in a mocking tone.
“Don’t you mock me mirror. I can still shatter your world into a million tiny slivers. Perhaps you would rather I returned you to the Abyss eh? Who controls this pawn then? Answer me that.” Calibus demanded.
“The pawn is a puppet of the one who would control you.” The mirror told him, still playing riddles and games as it always did. Much like a cat the mirror never truly gave a straight answer to anything. Though angry Calibus could not fault the Mirror, it was what it was and its answers would always be as vague as they could be.
Calibus paced the floor for what seemed like hours. Finally he turned and faced the mirror once more. “Tell me mirror, who is the puppetmaster?” He asked glancing at the mirror.
The mirror had gone black once more and a voice said only, “Patience,” though the voice was not that of the mirror.
He looked about the room and began to gather a few belongings. He decided to journey to Malag and see what was going on, but then he heard the voice again, “You're not quite done yet. Get back to work.” It told him. He looked about the room. “Who is there?” He asked. His voice echoed almost in the chamber but there was no reply. Back to work? He wondered. What did it mean? He felt the need to prepare… but for what? He had so many questions, questions that needed answers. He finished gathering a few belongings and left, but he did not travel to Newcastle. That road seemed uncertain and unsafe somehow. He took another road, a far darker road. He took the road to the Abyss. Perhaps amongst his own kind he would find the answers he sought. He knew of only one puppetmaster capable of containing a demon like his father… and she was far more dangerous than anything he would encounter in the Abyss. With a wave of his claws he was gone, he had no idea when he would return, but he knew he had to leave.
