Snippet #2172024

Talon V'lyn

“Isn’t life just cruel? If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that misery is the one true equalizer. Don’t you just hate the people who did this? Don’t you want to make them feel the same pain?”

Talon looked up to her smiling face, his own grey-blue eyes narrowing in anger. It was a struggle to keep himself from going into full rage, but even so he couldn't keep himself from lunging at her. Whether this was another illusion of herself or not, he didn't care. He wasn't particularly thinking straight anyway, so nothing mattered at the moment. Drawing his dagger from its hidden sheathe, he grasped her upper arm in his free hand as he hit her. The force of his blow pushing them both backwards until she hit the dresser that was behind her.

The dagger came up under her throat as he glared at her, his chest heaving slightly as he stood there, unable to speak past her grinning lips. After a moment, he opened his mouth, his deep voice vibrating his chest as the words growled from him, "That man was my father, woman. A leader in this city and now he's fallen. Skyfall has fallen. Mark my words when I say, the ones who rained fire down on us will regret it dearly. Riena will guide them all to their deaths, and I will gladly fulfill her wishes."

He shoved off her, slowly pulling himself straight and sheathing his dagger. It took him a moment, but then he realized what he'd done to her and felt slightly ashamed for having lost himself to anger.

You're going to have to work on that, Talon, Vy said softly.

Yeah, I realize that.

I don't think she meant any harm by her words. In fact, I think she meant to ask you if you wanted her help. She would be valuable against these mages. Her magic is very unique and powerful. She could very well be our only chance at getting on even ground with them.

Talon looked at her again, this time with a slight frown on his face. He took in a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair, pulling it all back to reveal both eyes as he closed them. After a moment, he let the hair fall from his fingers covering his forehead and opening his eyes to look at her.

"I could use some assistance. Fighting magic with magic is probably the best course," he muttered softly. He wasn't about to admit that he wasn't all that great fighting against another magic user. Though, he was pretty sure she'd deduced that fact already.

We'll find someone to help hone your skills. I think this will go beyond just having an assassin's style. We may need something different... completely different.

Where are we going to find that?

This world is not without it's nomads or older races that have lived far longer than you or I. There is always something, we just have to find it. In the mean time, we should send word to Crystacia.

Agreed.


City Crystacia

The glass shattered from above and down fell a dark skinned man whom Queen Fae couldn't determine his origins until he'd stood completely and threw off his cloak. Then her eyes widened as she recognized him for one of the dark elves that lived outside the city's reach.

"The Seeker has sent you," her voice whispered in astonishment. She couldn't believe what she saw before her. When was the last time the dark elves fought with their lighter skinned cousins? Too long has it been since she'd seen one of such color. Half of her was relieved as she knew the man wouldn't fail in his quest to kill all those that stood before her, the other half in shock at his actually being there.

"And the True Dragon has sent me," a guttural voice whispered in her ear.

Unable to turn around in time, her sharp gasp was only cut off by a choke on the air. She felt warm liquid spilling down the front of her dress and she looked down in a daze to see silver steel protruding from the middle of her chest. Her vision blurred in and out as she stood there. One of the man's hands held tightly to her upper arm as he pulled her close to him to whisper something to her. When he pulled away, her eyes were wide with realization, a thin trail of blood leaking from the corner of her mouth as she coughed. The blade pulled out of her and she crumpled to the floor, dead before she hit the ground.

The man who'd appeared behind her slowly sheathed his crimson stained blade and flexed a hand that sported silver claws. The other hand was simply covered in black leather as he stretched it out to beckon all those who were present.

"Here falls another building block for the rise of the True Dragon. Our one and only ruler," his voice reverberated off the palace walls. The white marble steps leading up to Queen Fae's throne slowly filled with red blood that dripped down towards the floor beneath her. "Through magic, and blood." The cloaked man knelt down, ran his clawed hand through the Queen's blood that stained the floor, then disappeared from sight. The feel of dark magic caked the air.