Demons and dragons and Rangers, Oh My!
Chapter 6: Deep in Thought
Oromis
After his harrowing experience with the self-proclaimed God of War, Al-Sakkhar, Oromis began to question his beliefs, or lack thereof. He had always said that if he found evidence that gods existed, he would readjust his views. But now that he did have proof, he found himself unwilling to accept it. The fact that there were gods wasn't what disturbed him, but the implications. If gods existed, then was there a devil? And were they laboring under the illusion that their works mattered, that no matter how mighty their cities were, it could be swept aside on a whim by a god? Was everything they had ever accomplished worth nothing, nothing at all? The elves claimed they did not believe in supernatural forces because they had no proof, but could the real reason be because they could not accept that they had no say in the happenings of the world? Glaedr's opinion on the matter was that Al-Sakkhar was not a god, but merely some creature native to this new land that they had more or less slammed into capable of great prowess in mind-breaking. Nothing more, nothing less. He had also mentioned that if Al-Sakkhar attempted to harm Oromis, then they would find out if he was invulnerable to fire, claws and teeth. "Well at least there was something that would never change", Oromis thought. He and Glaedr would always protect each other. He drew solace and peace of mind from this knowledge. With the knowledge that he was never alone, he rose from his chair and strode into the kitchen of his plain quarters. As Oromis was wont to do, he filled his enchanted oak kettle with water and lit a fire under it with magic. The kitchen contained a fire pit in one corner, a chest containing Oromis's entire cutlery set, as well as any other cooking supplies he owned. There was also a washing basin against the east wall, and a wooden box containing iced vegetables. Connected to the kitchen by a door in the west wall was his bedroom which contained a chest, a bed, and a massive dragon bed. Glaedr was currently curled up sleeping in the dragon bed. Just the sight of his soul partner made Oromis smile. As fierce as he was, sometimes Glaedr could be so much of a cat. A knock sounded on his door. Oromis groaned and jogged over to the door and answered it. Hathar was standing outside. As over-eager and klutzy as he was, he was good-hearted and very powerful for his age, so Vrael had deemed him worthy of being Oromis's apprentice. But oh, he could be exasperating. "Yes, Hathar?" Oromis asked politely. "Sir, Commandant Vrael requests your presence. He spoke of an Al-Sakkhar." He spoke the last sentence with a questioning tone. Oromis dutifully ignored him. "Very well. Is he in his chamber or the council room"? He queried. "The council room, Ebrithil." "Thank you, Hathar." He contacted Glaedr mentally. "Yes, partner-of-my-soul?" Glaedr asked as he roused himself. "Vrael wants us in the council room." He informed him. "Very well." The golden dragon responded. With a few pumps of his mighty wings, he sailed away to the council room. Oromis did likewise, sprinting down the hallways with inhuman grace and swiftness.
Oh dear God, an Oromis chapter of reasonable length! Oh the horror! Perhaps not terribly good, but hey, I can't write Oromis worth a bagel. Thought I had forgotten about being insanity? Nwepe. (Also known as nope with you *with disgust* normal people.) Soooo. EMOTICON! \( . . )/. 0.0