The Darkened Path
"I only had to look into your eyes to see Paradise. This world only has one place for me, and that is in your arms."
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The large Galka stood infront of the young woman, staring into her stern bronze eyes. He maintained his stare for a moment, then slowly began to pace.
"Zeid, this doesn't concern you. I ask again; Why do you bar my path?" The redhead gripped her hammer.
"I've been waiting to speak with you, girl, because I don't think you truly understand the darkness that dwells within that man's heart."
Anatares spoke angrily. "Do not presume to speak to me as you would a stranger to the Void. I know a little black magic of my own, I understand how to control it."
"So you seek to tame him?"
"No! I seek to marry him, out of love, not some twisted purpose to befit an ill need."
"He's given his heart to darkness, not to you. Perhaps 'love' is what you feel, but are you so certain he shares your affections?"
"That's enough!" In one swift move she brought her weapon to bear, but found her hammer locked with his own greatsword. "Why does this even concern you?"
"Because you came here for the wrong reasons. And no, not the ones you've spoken. You'll find out what they are." He withdrew his weapon and left her to her doubt. Out of his pack he retrieved a scroll, incanted the words scribed, and vanished into the air.
She screamed and threw her hammer at the space he until recently occupied. It found itself in a wooden wall the Quadavs put up. Massaging her temples, she resolved to keep a level head, and rubbed her boots with oil while emptying prism dust on her clothes. Retrieving her hammer from the wall, she moved on, unseen and unheard of by her enemies. She was about halfway to the dome.
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"What do we do with him?" A Quadav snorted.
"I say we eat him!" Various shouts accompanied this, and makeshift weapons were raised to the air in the torchlight of the dark cavern.
"Get some batagreens. I taste terrible."
"Silence!"
A larger than average Quadav entered the room, kicking Xervis in the side, formerly having been propped up against the wall. The other beastmen fell silent and motionned in a show of respect. Nonchalantly he righted himself as the war leader spoke.
"Whatever we do, we must kill him quickly! There will be more soldiers! His country will send men to recover him! I say we kill him and put his head on a pike at our door!" Various cheers erupted, but soon died at the sound of their prisoner laughing wickedly.
"Bastok coming for me? What a joke." He interrupted himself with another outburst of laughter. "Fry me, grill me, bake me, it doesn't matter. I've been abandoned by my people. The only-"
"I said silence!" The ringleader commanded again.
Xervis spat on the ground infront of the Quadav. "Whatever you do get it over with, because before you know it, I'll be-"
The head Quadav made to strike him again, but Xervis' form vanished into the air. The Quadavs made various grunts of panic, and the war leader retreated from the room. No one seemed to notice that his greatsword and armour dissapeared along with him.