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Cold Blood
Chapter Two
Dalamar's soft footfalls echoed off the walls and vast ceiling of the stone corridor. Torches that sat in brackets along the wall threw dancing shadows across the dark elf's face. Stopping to face the large, oaken doors, Dalamar drew in a deep breathe and cast spells of protection over himself. Then he pushed open the doors to Raistlin's study.
Raistlin Majere sat, hunched over, at his large, wooden desk. The Staff of Magius leaned against the wall to his left, within easy reach of his hand. His pre-mature, snow-white hair fell across his face so Dalamar couldn't see it. The book Raistlin was intently studying seemed old and dusty to the apprentice, but any mage could feel the power that radiated out from it.
Dalamar stood uneasily in front of the desk. Raistlin had not even looked up when Dalamar had opened and closed the doors. The elf assumed his Shalafi was so deep in his studies that he was unaware of his surroundings.
"You called for me, Shalafi?"
Raistlin slowly lifted his head; he hadn't started, so Dalamar assumed that Raistlin had known he was there the whole time. The golden skin of the master mage glinted in the firelight as his hourglass eyes met the dark eyes of his apprentice.
As though on cue, Dalamar's chest throbbed once with pain. He subconsciously rubbed at it as he lowered his gaze first. The wounds his master had inflicted upon him had long since healed, scar tissue closing them, though he still had five dents in his chest; any healing spell Dalamar knew was not enough to completely smooth over the injuries.
"I did." Raistlin rose and walked along the long row of bookshelves, trailing his fingers over the volumes, disturbing the dust as he passed. His golden skin shone in the dying sunlight that filtered lazily through the one window in his study. Dalamar could see the city of Palanthas laid out before it. Drawing his eyes from the city, Dalamar looked back to his master.
Stopping, Raistlin pulled out a large black-bound book off a shelf. The book had an aura of power greater than the other books, Dalamar noticed.
"This, my apprentice, is the spell-book of Fistandilatus that was recovered from Xak Tsaroth," the golden-skinned mage explained slowly as he laid the book upon his desk. "I have gone over it again to find some ..... interesting ... side-notes."
Dalamar stared at the ancient book. Fistandilatus had been one of the strongest Black Robe mages in the history of Krynn and had lived before the Cataclysm. He had heard that his Shalafi had taken the book from the lair of a dragon that had lived in the city that had fallen when the fiery mountain had struck the world. Dalamar listened more intently; his Shalafi might reveal something important...
"You and I, apprentice, wear the black robes of Nuitari, the god of black magic, the son of the Dark Queen. The only reminder of his on this world is the third moon that hangs in the night sky. But once, long ago, he, Solinari, and Lunitari once walked this earth.
"It was long, long ago, centuries before the Cataclysm. They journeyed among the mortals in disguise, gathering spells and power to create the basis of our magic today, and to found our orders."
"Shalafi, I have not heard of this before-"
"Of course not. It is not well-known. Most think of it to be a legend, a myth.
"But all legends must have some truth. Apparently, Fistandilatus shared this opinion and did some research. Not much, but enough to guide me."
"Guide you...?" Dalamar's eyebrows grew together in confusion. It was all new, yes, but he had no trouble understanding most of it, if not all of it. Dalamar did have a few doubts that the gods walked the face of Krynn once, even if it had been before the Cataclysm. Wouldn't it have been more well-known? Though, if the gods had disguised themselves...nobody really liked mages then, anyway. Maybe that's why it was so...Whatever the case, his Shalafi seemed to believe it.
"Yes, Dalamar, to guide me. You see, each of the gods made a spell- book of the magics they chartered. You can only imagine what power lies inside those books."
Raistlin's plan slowly dawned on Dalamar. "Y-you mean to find the spell-book of Nuitari?" he asked, stepping back just a little. Raistlin nodded slightly, gathered up Fistandilatus's spell-book, and replaced it on the shelf, before going to stand in the dying light of the window.
Dalamar remained where he was, trying to get his spinning thoughts straightened. His Shalafi was planning on going after the spell-book of Nuitari, an artifact that might not even exist. How would he even know where to search? This was impossible. Even if the book existed, it had to be guarded by the dark god himself. Raistlin was powerful, but was he powerful enough to take on the god of his own Order?
Dalamar opened his mouth and started to speak, but Raistlin's golden gaze fixed on him first. It was as if he knew Dalamar's thoughts and was challenging him to say them. Dalamar's chest throbbed again as if in reminder of the time he had challenged his Shalafi. He slowly shut his mouth and Raistlin nodded.
"Remember well what you heard, so Par-Salian may have every detail." Raistlin's lips twitched slightly in a sardonic smile. "You are dismissed, apprentice."
Before Dalamar could move, he was standing outside the large, oaken doors of the study with no memory of how he had got there.
End of Chapter Two
I updated! Yay! I hope I'm keeping everyone in character. (I have this strange urge to make Raistlin do something stupid/funny since he's so serious all the time.) I have started the third chapter and should have it up quickly. And it will have more action in it. Yippee! (I don't like writing chapters where all they do is talk and explain stuff. Maybe it's too much like school.) Pleeaaaasse review for me.
Cold Blood
Chapter Two
Dalamar's soft footfalls echoed off the walls and vast ceiling of the stone corridor. Torches that sat in brackets along the wall threw dancing shadows across the dark elf's face. Stopping to face the large, oaken doors, Dalamar drew in a deep breathe and cast spells of protection over himself. Then he pushed open the doors to Raistlin's study.
Raistlin Majere sat, hunched over, at his large, wooden desk. The Staff of Magius leaned against the wall to his left, within easy reach of his hand. His pre-mature, snow-white hair fell across his face so Dalamar couldn't see it. The book Raistlin was intently studying seemed old and dusty to the apprentice, but any mage could feel the power that radiated out from it.
Dalamar stood uneasily in front of the desk. Raistlin had not even looked up when Dalamar had opened and closed the doors. The elf assumed his Shalafi was so deep in his studies that he was unaware of his surroundings.
"You called for me, Shalafi?"
Raistlin slowly lifted his head; he hadn't started, so Dalamar assumed that Raistlin had known he was there the whole time. The golden skin of the master mage glinted in the firelight as his hourglass eyes met the dark eyes of his apprentice.
As though on cue, Dalamar's chest throbbed once with pain. He subconsciously rubbed at it as he lowered his gaze first. The wounds his master had inflicted upon him had long since healed, scar tissue closing them, though he still had five dents in his chest; any healing spell Dalamar knew was not enough to completely smooth over the injuries.
"I did." Raistlin rose and walked along the long row of bookshelves, trailing his fingers over the volumes, disturbing the dust as he passed. His golden skin shone in the dying sunlight that filtered lazily through the one window in his study. Dalamar could see the city of Palanthas laid out before it. Drawing his eyes from the city, Dalamar looked back to his master.
Stopping, Raistlin pulled out a large black-bound book off a shelf. The book had an aura of power greater than the other books, Dalamar noticed.
"This, my apprentice, is the spell-book of Fistandilatus that was recovered from Xak Tsaroth," the golden-skinned mage explained slowly as he laid the book upon his desk. "I have gone over it again to find some ..... interesting ... side-notes."
Dalamar stared at the ancient book. Fistandilatus had been one of the strongest Black Robe mages in the history of Krynn and had lived before the Cataclysm. He had heard that his Shalafi had taken the book from the lair of a dragon that had lived in the city that had fallen when the fiery mountain had struck the world. Dalamar listened more intently; his Shalafi might reveal something important...
"You and I, apprentice, wear the black robes of Nuitari, the god of black magic, the son of the Dark Queen. The only reminder of his on this world is the third moon that hangs in the night sky. But once, long ago, he, Solinari, and Lunitari once walked this earth.
"It was long, long ago, centuries before the Cataclysm. They journeyed among the mortals in disguise, gathering spells and power to create the basis of our magic today, and to found our orders."
"Shalafi, I have not heard of this before-"
"Of course not. It is not well-known. Most think of it to be a legend, a myth.
"But all legends must have some truth. Apparently, Fistandilatus shared this opinion and did some research. Not much, but enough to guide me."
"Guide you...?" Dalamar's eyebrows grew together in confusion. It was all new, yes, but he had no trouble understanding most of it, if not all of it. Dalamar did have a few doubts that the gods walked the face of Krynn once, even if it had been before the Cataclysm. Wouldn't it have been more well-known? Though, if the gods had disguised themselves...nobody really liked mages then, anyway. Maybe that's why it was so...Whatever the case, his Shalafi seemed to believe it.
"Yes, Dalamar, to guide me. You see, each of the gods made a spell- book of the magics they chartered. You can only imagine what power lies inside those books."
Raistlin's plan slowly dawned on Dalamar. "Y-you mean to find the spell-book of Nuitari?" he asked, stepping back just a little. Raistlin nodded slightly, gathered up Fistandilatus's spell-book, and replaced it on the shelf, before going to stand in the dying light of the window.
Dalamar remained where he was, trying to get his spinning thoughts straightened. His Shalafi was planning on going after the spell-book of Nuitari, an artifact that might not even exist. How would he even know where to search? This was impossible. Even if the book existed, it had to be guarded by the dark god himself. Raistlin was powerful, but was he powerful enough to take on the god of his own Order?
Dalamar opened his mouth and started to speak, but Raistlin's golden gaze fixed on him first. It was as if he knew Dalamar's thoughts and was challenging him to say them. Dalamar's chest throbbed again as if in reminder of the time he had challenged his Shalafi. He slowly shut his mouth and Raistlin nodded.
"Remember well what you heard, so Par-Salian may have every detail." Raistlin's lips twitched slightly in a sardonic smile. "You are dismissed, apprentice."
Before Dalamar could move, he was standing outside the large, oaken doors of the study with no memory of how he had got there.
End of Chapter Two
I updated! Yay! I hope I'm keeping everyone in character. (I have this strange urge to make Raistlin do something stupid/funny since he's so serious all the time.) I have started the third chapter and should have it up quickly. And it will have more action in it. Yippee! (I don't like writing chapters where all they do is talk and explain stuff. Maybe it's too much like school.) Pleeaaaasse review for me.
