A Turn of Darkness (Plot)
Jul 22, 2012 1:41:16 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Jul 22, 2012 1:41:16 GMT -5
The priest panted heavily, sweat streaming down his nearly naked body as he hauled the elderly healer with him. He'd stripped down to almost nothing, modesty cast aside in the face of such blistering heat. How did the Fires survive in this hellish landscape? Then again, most likely the Fires did not scale the sides of the rumbling volcano from which he saw shapes emerge from occasionally. But, as promised by his lord, none approached him or gave him hassle. He had a harder time slipping by the clans to get to this point.
However, he had to fight for every step. Keshet seemed close to death at this point, and Kahir wasn't sure if their plan would work if the healer died. So he dragged the old man, no longer bound for he did not have the strength to fight, with him for every blistering step. Kahir hoped that his lord did not find him too... undignified for their meeting and his heart beat faster at the thought. He'd received such a vision from his Force! The voice that had spoken into his mind, his heart, his soul, had left little doubt that what he'd been told had been a true order. It was... Strange. Disturbing, even. But he was loyal and faithful and would do anything ordered, even something as heinous as kidnapping the elderly Head of Healers and dragging him across Naruta itself.
Near the top there seemed to be a strange relief from the heat and Kahir's pace picked up a bit. And then... Then he was there. He could see the magma over the lip of the volcano and see the evidence of Die's visit and the passage of many demons, but he was curiously cool and comfortable. His heart still beat madly, but that was from nerves more than anything. He eased Keshet to the ground and looked around. "My lord?"
And then he was just there, an imposing presence shrouded in black robes with red and silver threading and so completely enshrouded in shadows that Kahir could make no discernible details out. But he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was his lord, and he fell to his knees. "My Lord-"
"You did well," the Force praised. "Rise up." Kahir did so, slowly. "You're naked as the day you were born," he chuckled and Kahir blushed madly, cursed himself for casting off his robes. "No, no, it's fine. I think it's amusing."
Kahir watched as Keshet rose to his feet, lifted up as on invisible strings. The old healer moaned softly. "M.. My lord, may I ask.. Why?"
"Of course you may," the Force told him and moved closer to Keshet. "I would be ashamed if you didn't. It shows a lack of curiosity, of dangerous thought. But why what? There's a lot of 'why's here."
"Well, why did you want me to bring Keshet here, to begin with I suppose," Kahir amended.
A pale white hand emerged from the darkness and pressed against the healer's forehead, as though checking for a fever. "Because he is the oldest Water in existence, powerful by age and by a lifelong use of his signs." Keshet moaned again, louder. "If you were wondering at the greater why..." The figure turned and looked at Kahir, and the man thought he glimpsed a faint swirl of color from somewhere in the darkness. "Well. I'm bored to begin with. I'm being who I am, for another. And finally, because sometimes I feel bad for the little Force named Evil. I mean the creature just wants to be left alone to corrupt the hearts of mankind. I almost sympathize. Almost." The hand was removed, revealing a new, third Water sign on Keshet's forehead.
Kahir started to tremble, his stomach tense and tight. Something suddenly felt very wrong to him; it was an animal instinct, like what warned creatures of a coming storm on a day that otherwise seemed sunny and bright. His mouth had gone dry and he was beginning to grow warm.
"Not completely," the Force went on in his rich, rolling voice. "Or I would be fighting for the other side. No, if anything I'm likely tormenting Evil. Holding out this hope of mastery, only to then turn around and pull it away." He suddenly broke into high laughter. "Ah, stars, but I'm a bastard. Isn't that right Keshet?" He held out his hand and the man was blown away in an eyeblink, tossed into the magma. The volcano began to shake alarmingly and Kahir fell to his hands and knees, bleeding. "That's enough baiting the demons, I think. They can take it from here. The playing field will be much more interesting now. What's a good show without a risk of failure, after all?"
"Soahc!" Kahir called out, desperately. Heat assailed him; he could hardly breathe, his lungs were on fire. "Please!"
"Sorry," Soahc replied, going over to Kahir but not helping him up. "I'm afraid you know too much now. But you did ask. Stars! I love the Curious. Brave fools. I hope knowledge brought you a bit of satisfaction. And as reward for your service, I'll let you greet the next visitor before she probably eats you. I imagine traveling from the Abyss to the mortal realm is a tiring trip. As for me, I'd best get back. My very presence here is rendering the hole in reality even wider and someone's going to pull their attention away from our pet project to notice sooner or later. I don't want them to see me; better they think I'm off dicking around in my realm like they assume. Besides! I have a battle to prepare for. It's going to be fun."
"My lord!" Kahir called out again, desperate, fearful. Or, at least he tried to. He sucked in ash and instead began to choke. When he glanced up again, Soahc was gone.
However, he had to fight for every step. Keshet seemed close to death at this point, and Kahir wasn't sure if their plan would work if the healer died. So he dragged the old man, no longer bound for he did not have the strength to fight, with him for every blistering step. Kahir hoped that his lord did not find him too... undignified for their meeting and his heart beat faster at the thought. He'd received such a vision from his Force! The voice that had spoken into his mind, his heart, his soul, had left little doubt that what he'd been told had been a true order. It was... Strange. Disturbing, even. But he was loyal and faithful and would do anything ordered, even something as heinous as kidnapping the elderly Head of Healers and dragging him across Naruta itself.
Near the top there seemed to be a strange relief from the heat and Kahir's pace picked up a bit. And then... Then he was there. He could see the magma over the lip of the volcano and see the evidence of Die's visit and the passage of many demons, but he was curiously cool and comfortable. His heart still beat madly, but that was from nerves more than anything. He eased Keshet to the ground and looked around. "My lord?"
And then he was just there, an imposing presence shrouded in black robes with red and silver threading and so completely enshrouded in shadows that Kahir could make no discernible details out. But he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was his lord, and he fell to his knees. "My Lord-"
"You did well," the Force praised. "Rise up." Kahir did so, slowly. "You're naked as the day you were born," he chuckled and Kahir blushed madly, cursed himself for casting off his robes. "No, no, it's fine. I think it's amusing."
Kahir watched as Keshet rose to his feet, lifted up as on invisible strings. The old healer moaned softly. "M.. My lord, may I ask.. Why?"
"Of course you may," the Force told him and moved closer to Keshet. "I would be ashamed if you didn't. It shows a lack of curiosity, of dangerous thought. But why what? There's a lot of 'why's here."
"Well, why did you want me to bring Keshet here, to begin with I suppose," Kahir amended.
A pale white hand emerged from the darkness and pressed against the healer's forehead, as though checking for a fever. "Because he is the oldest Water in existence, powerful by age and by a lifelong use of his signs." Keshet moaned again, louder. "If you were wondering at the greater why..." The figure turned and looked at Kahir, and the man thought he glimpsed a faint swirl of color from somewhere in the darkness. "Well. I'm bored to begin with. I'm being who I am, for another. And finally, because sometimes I feel bad for the little Force named Evil. I mean the creature just wants to be left alone to corrupt the hearts of mankind. I almost sympathize. Almost." The hand was removed, revealing a new, third Water sign on Keshet's forehead.
Kahir started to tremble, his stomach tense and tight. Something suddenly felt very wrong to him; it was an animal instinct, like what warned creatures of a coming storm on a day that otherwise seemed sunny and bright. His mouth had gone dry and he was beginning to grow warm.
"Not completely," the Force went on in his rich, rolling voice. "Or I would be fighting for the other side. No, if anything I'm likely tormenting Evil. Holding out this hope of mastery, only to then turn around and pull it away." He suddenly broke into high laughter. "Ah, stars, but I'm a bastard. Isn't that right Keshet?" He held out his hand and the man was blown away in an eyeblink, tossed into the magma. The volcano began to shake alarmingly and Kahir fell to his hands and knees, bleeding. "That's enough baiting the demons, I think. They can take it from here. The playing field will be much more interesting now. What's a good show without a risk of failure, after all?"
"Soahc!" Kahir called out, desperately. Heat assailed him; he could hardly breathe, his lungs were on fire. "Please!"
"Sorry," Soahc replied, going over to Kahir but not helping him up. "I'm afraid you know too much now. But you did ask. Stars! I love the Curious. Brave fools. I hope knowledge brought you a bit of satisfaction. And as reward for your service, I'll let you greet the next visitor before she probably eats you. I imagine traveling from the Abyss to the mortal realm is a tiring trip. As for me, I'd best get back. My very presence here is rendering the hole in reality even wider and someone's going to pull their attention away from our pet project to notice sooner or later. I don't want them to see me; better they think I'm off dicking around in my realm like they assume. Besides! I have a battle to prepare for. It's going to be fun."
"My lord!" Kahir called out again, desperate, fearful. Or, at least he tried to. He sucked in ash and instead began to choke. When he glanced up again, Soahc was gone.