The Scarlet Vision
Arise, my Champion
"Have you heard?" asked Monica to the Paladin that had chewed her out so badly the other day.
Rolling his eyes, Jerimah shook his head negatively "Please do inform me of whatever trivial you have discovered"
Ignoring the mans snarky nature, she did indeed inform him to the bit of juicy gossip that had just recently come into her possession.
"Apparently, Inquisitor Goldwing, became so distraught at losing Commander Danthorn that he hasn't left his room in two days. Not even to eat!"
"It's not surprising" Jerimah said callously " Commander Danthorn WAS after all his best and closest friend. I mean really, Inquisitor Goldwing actually outranks Commander Danthorn and still calls him 'Master' I will actually be surprised if he doesn't go mad"
"Don't say such things!" She squawked loudly "The Inquisitor is just in a slump he'll get better in time. His faith in the light will pull him threw"
"It's actually the matter of him wanting to get better." he said emotionlessly " whether you believe me or not I don't care. Mark my words though, if Commander Danthorn really is dead. You should count Inquisitor Goldwing the same. He won't want to live if his Master isn't there with him....." Jerimah sighed "He'd literally follow that man to the death"
Monica bit her lip to keep the sharp retort she had at bay. Jerimah spoke only the truth, even she who had only been here under a year understood that Inquisitor Goldwing, who seemed so adamant in his faith in the light, truly was not loyal to the Crusade, but to Commander Danthorn.
With no Danthorn here to keep him faithful it was only a matter of time before The Inquisitor either killed himself or went mad.
"Light help us all should he go crazy"
Jerimah's snort spoke volumes "The Light won't be able to help us at that point" The Paladin started to walk away "Nothing will stop him short of death itself"
"Please sir, Lady Whitemane herself asked me to see you to dinner..." said a hopeless voice behind his door. Locien ignored it as he had done for the last half-hour or so. It was amazing how pointless keeping time was when you were wallowing in self pity.
Maybe he should go out there and smite the pour fool in the face? That would teach the little wretches to impede on his solitude. He didn't care if Lady Whitemane had sent the idiot. Surely she wouldn't mind mending a few scorch marks on the saps body...
"Leave me be!" he finally roared. Unable to stand the insistent knocking anymore.
"I...I can't! I have to bring you to dinner or I'll get in big trouble"
"Ask me if I care! Leave me be or prepare to become Loksey's dog chow!"
"Inquisitor!" the voice squeaked fearfully.
Locien gave a small satisfied look when he heard the scampering of the fools feet as they fled from his door. Probably to tell Whitemane of their failure.
The self satisfaction faded quickly though. If Marsuis ever heard him say things like that he would have had some strong words to say about it. He had never been one to use scare tactics on new recruits. As it was becoming hard enough to find them at all let alone drive more away with harsh words.
Having successfully driven himself back into depression, Locien got up and went to take a quick bath. One of the few wonderful perks of being an Inquisitor. He got a room with his own bathing chamber so he could prepare for ceremonies and such without having to sully himself in the same bath water as everyone else.
Marsuis had liked that particular perk as well.
Though Locien was notorious for taking baths so long it could drown a Naga, he couldn't bring himself to enjoy his soak. Getting in just long enough to wash his notoriously difficult hair then back out again.
He dressed in such simple attire it was hard to believe he was actually one of the most feared Priest in the Monastery. Second only to Whitemane in wrath of course.
He wore a pair of Woolen pants he had made specifically for Marsuis and one of the Paladin's shirts as well. To bothered to care about his hair he just left it down to rest where it will. Giving it no more thought than a quick comb through so he wouldn't look like some troll with dread locks in the morning.
"Is this how you plan to spend your days now? Lamenting over a man below you in rank Inquisitor?"
Locien didn't even turn to the intruder at his door. He was a High Elf after all, he could tell who anyone in this building was just by their magic.
"Lady Whitemane, you honor me..." he said emotionlessly, telling her without actually saying anything that her presence was unwelcome at this moment.
"Your apprentices are falling over themselves right now. They have no idea what to do without your commands. Will you just leave them to their own devices?"
"Lady Whitemane.....tell me.....If Commander Mograine suddenly died....and you had no way of knowing that his death served a greater good...How would you feel?"
She was very quite for a long time. She had always been one to carefully think out her words instead of just speaking whatever came to mind.
"If Renault died and I had no way of reviving him.....That is a terrible thing to think of.."
Locien barely contained a snort of contempt. Usually Sally Whitemane was a bit more articulate than just 'that is a terrible thing' obviously she hadn't thought she would be faced with this question.
"I would probably be in much the same state as you...." The Priestess finally admitted.
"Please my Lady, I.....I wish to remain...Wait" Locien perked up, for a moment. Even his ears seemed to stand up a bit straighter.
Whitemane looked perplexed but stayed silent for the moment.
"I feel...new magic coming close...it's familiar..its...its" His eyes widened "Master!!"
"Huh what?!" Came the High Inquisitors startled shout.
Locien ignored her, instead grabbing his tabard and pulling so quickly over his head it was amazing the fabric didn't tear.
"I feel Marsuis magic in this area, he's in Tristfal Glade."
"What if this is a trap?! Think you fool, what if he's undead! Or been resurrected by Necromancers!" She admonished worriedly.
"Then you can kill us together Dammit!" He roared, picking up his staff and running faster than many would believe him capable of.
"Come back Goldwing!" She called after him. Knowing it was futile to chase him down. Only Loksey and Marsuis were able to keep up with the blond blur. She stood no chance against the High elf.
Shaking her head Sally Whitemane went back to tell Renault of the sudden happening.
Light help them if she had to send a squadron after an undead Marsuis and defected Locien. Both where amazing fighters and it would not be easy to kill either of them. Especially if Marsuis actually tried to protect Locien, even in undeath.
Me: Is Marsuis dead? alive, crazy? Like I know Hahaha
Kouichi: Finally she admits she doesn't have a plot
Me: -Ignores-
Ohhhh yeah.... Blizzard entertainment owns World of Warcraft and my soul so don't sue me please!
