I do not own Forgotten Realms.
I think this chapter very odd indeed. The idea just popped into my head
last night (thank you Tiamet ^_^).
Unknown to Yami and the Thayans someone was watching them. Several miles away on the peak of a grassy hill he disperced his eagle eyes spell and stood.
Close examination would revel that he was an elf, even if he was tall for his kind, standing at five-and-a-half feet tall. His black hair was roughly cut and tied back away from his face; leaving his pitch-black eyes bright against his tanned skin. Midnight-blue robes, enscribed with runes of protection, covered his slight frame. His left hand was covered in a black leather glove while the other, left bare, carried an enchanted staff, made from electrum. His wide belt carried pouches for spell components, a couple of vials of healing potion and a sheathed dagger.
His name was Asgwrn, an archmage, hunting for the one they called Yami Shadowblade.
However his reasons were completly different than the Thayans.
Two years ago Yami had wandered into the tower of Masw, a lich with unusal habits. One of those habits was capturing very young children and training them in the magical arts, using them as agents of his evil.
Asgwrn had been one these children and one of the strongest. A glance at his left hand was all Asgwrn needed to remind himself. Yet he had had no desire to be evil and thus had been imprisoned-doomed to death.
On the day before he was to be executed his prison had been hit with a spell and he was freed. To his surprise a white elf had been battling Masw armed only with only a black katana. With the addition help of Asgwrn's spells Masw had been defeated. However, it was what happened next that stuck in Asgwrn's memory...
*
The remains of Masw lay scattered across the floor. The alabastar elf stood, her katana dripping gore onto the carpet, looking across the room at Asgwrn with her hypnotic, emerald eyes.
"Who are you?" Asgwrn trembled slightly with exhilaration, his former master was dead at last!
"I am Yami Shadowblade. Were you with the lich?" her blade tapped one of the largest fragments of Masw.
"No. He may have trained me but I never would have joined him!"
"Why?" the elf wiped her blade on a curtain.
"He wanted me to commit acts of evil, something that I could not do. He took me from my parents when I was but a child... for fifty years I have been here."
Yami stepped around the gore on the carpet and walked up to Asgwrn,
"What is your name?"
"The lich gave me none."
"Then what did you call yourself?"
"Asgwrn."
"You named yourself... Finding what you lack... A good sign..." Yami hefted the katana into a salute and sheathed it, "Fare thee well Asgwrn."
As if on a whim she turned around and kissed him. Her lips were cool against his as though she held ice in her mouth. Then Yami Shadowblade walked out of Asgwrn's life.
*
The archmage had looked for Yami again... but found only rumours of her passing... Then he found real proof, just back down the road he had found massive hoof prints, too large to be anything but Ceffyl, and the rotting corspes of five orcs and their mounts. All bore sword wounds.
Now his Shadowblade was in the hands of the Thayans.
As Asgwrn completed his spell and began to lift off the ground he felt rage build up in him... It was time to pay his debt to Yami Shadowblade.
Unknown to Yami and the Thayans someone was watching them. Several miles away on the peak of a grassy hill he disperced his eagle eyes spell and stood.
Close examination would revel that he was an elf, even if he was tall for his kind, standing at five-and-a-half feet tall. His black hair was roughly cut and tied back away from his face; leaving his pitch-black eyes bright against his tanned skin. Midnight-blue robes, enscribed with runes of protection, covered his slight frame. His left hand was covered in a black leather glove while the other, left bare, carried an enchanted staff, made from electrum. His wide belt carried pouches for spell components, a couple of vials of healing potion and a sheathed dagger.
His name was Asgwrn, an archmage, hunting for the one they called Yami Shadowblade.
However his reasons were completly different than the Thayans.
Two years ago Yami had wandered into the tower of Masw, a lich with unusal habits. One of those habits was capturing very young children and training them in the magical arts, using them as agents of his evil.
Asgwrn had been one these children and one of the strongest. A glance at his left hand was all Asgwrn needed to remind himself. Yet he had had no desire to be evil and thus had been imprisoned-doomed to death.
On the day before he was to be executed his prison had been hit with a spell and he was freed. To his surprise a white elf had been battling Masw armed only with only a black katana. With the addition help of Asgwrn's spells Masw had been defeated. However, it was what happened next that stuck in Asgwrn's memory...
*
The remains of Masw lay scattered across the floor. The alabastar elf stood, her katana dripping gore onto the carpet, looking across the room at Asgwrn with her hypnotic, emerald eyes.
"Who are you?" Asgwrn trembled slightly with exhilaration, his former master was dead at last!
"I am Yami Shadowblade. Were you with the lich?" her blade tapped one of the largest fragments of Masw.
"No. He may have trained me but I never would have joined him!"
"Why?" the elf wiped her blade on a curtain.
"He wanted me to commit acts of evil, something that I could not do. He took me from my parents when I was but a child... for fifty years I have been here."
Yami stepped around the gore on the carpet and walked up to Asgwrn,
"What is your name?"
"The lich gave me none."
"Then what did you call yourself?"
"Asgwrn."
"You named yourself... Finding what you lack... A good sign..." Yami hefted the katana into a salute and sheathed it, "Fare thee well Asgwrn."
As if on a whim she turned around and kissed him. Her lips were cool against his as though she held ice in her mouth. Then Yami Shadowblade walked out of Asgwrn's life.
*
The archmage had looked for Yami again... but found only rumours of her passing... Then he found real proof, just back down the road he had found massive hoof prints, too large to be anything but Ceffyl, and the rotting corspes of five orcs and their mounts. All bore sword wounds.
Now his Shadowblade was in the hands of the Thayans.
As Asgwrn completed his spell and began to lift off the ground he felt rage build up in him... It was time to pay his debt to Yami Shadowblade.