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Date Posted: 13:45:15 04/24/02 Wed
So Zenra wouldn't answer his call...
And Lashana has sealed the weave....
What fools are these Forgottens? What is safe from corruption? Not even the most noble of this winsome world...
As for Zenra...she is of no concern..she will most probably send a champion of hers to rattle his sword and spit vile curses at me...then try to prove his mettle as the lad swings a sword...of course the result would be death and the sweet esctasy of being consumed.
He stood, walking along a forest path as the moon reflects off his pale skin, making him shimmer to that eternal eye within the night. Slowly coming to a village..he can smell the sweet smell of roasted meat...and see the lights slowly wink out as time passes...only one guard posted along the road..
But his thoughts carried him to other matters as he treaded along the road. The Guardians have vanished, and his legion slain...it matter not..one guardian died...and the strength of life..and the accursed weave, diminshed some what.
He sighed, flapping his wings as a small cloud of dust forms around him...then gently falling to the ground as his image is gone..distorted..a shade as he moves ever closer to the guard...no longer is cookfires smelt by his nostrils..no longer do the night cries of creatures intrigue him..the pounding of the heart..the smell of that sweet nectar which emits from that core...draws him on..and not releasing him as it seduces him...his only mistress..blood...
The man gasps outloud, as a hand seemingly materalizes from nothingness, to plung deep into his stomach as the skin grows taunt, then shreds in twine as the hand holds within a blood organ, the liver. Blood pouring into a endless river as he gurgles loudly, bubbles of blood rupturing from his throat as he falls. The liver is then devoured by a similar mouth, having appeared as Lorlineal Trell'Dem appears in full, enjoying the taste of the blood rich organ as he pierces the wrist of the man enjoying what little left of his life stream.
Ahhh..sweet bliss..Heavenly existance...for a minute he enjoys this esctasy that swarms upon him as if a Angel Hearld's music is pulsing thru his veins...All this for the simple death of a mortal..and who would dare give up this pleasure for all time? To kill with impunity..ahh..
He returns to the world of the ordinary and drugery..licking off a droplet of blood at the corner of his mouth as he ponders his previous dilemma. Yes..the Weave is gone to much of its uses to him..but the Shadow Weave isn't just a tool for corruption..and it would serve his purposes with the same power of the weave...
Another trick he has upon his sleeves...since he was made to slay Lashana..what better way to slay a Forgotten...but another with the Gift? Clan Escalvone, though thought long dead..still thrives...he senses one of their number ..a pure number...still about...he however..was only half of that..and did not have the purity of Dragonic ablity...nor the sheer magical might of Icewind. The Vampires of Catt'ernog, long slain, made him what he was..but only by his Lord's will was he given the gift of his pure blood..and the powers of the undead.
Something awakened him from this daydreaming, as a man came out shouting...
" Richard? Where are you boy? Damnit I told you tis your turn to guard th...My go..." he screamed briefly even as he was pounced and devoured by the ravenious vampire...but he stopped before that final heartbeat...and that gave him a idea....
By next night fall..his legion would be once more complete...all..the children..his...HIS...their sire...which reminded him...to call upon a old friend..Crystin. He missed his old companion....
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