Post by Thrym on Jan 15, 2013 11:32:55 GMT -5
Late in the evening, a tiny dot of light appears in the Temple of Kossuth. It sparkles for a few brief seconds before widening, tearing a hole into the very fabric of space, a portal leading to a tremendous library, the windows of which show nothing but a flaming inferno outside.
A statue of a Red Wizardess, her face twisted in anger and her arms raised in protest at a long gone assailant, drops from the portal and hits the ground with a loud, thudding noise. Garbed in red robes embroidered with golden depictions of flames, a tall, unhealthily thin looking man steps towards the edge of the gate, a fire mephit perched on his shoulder. He raises a hand towards the statue and chants softly, emitting a dim blue glow towards it.
Basked in the spell's light, the statue bursts to life, mouth widening as if to scream before she simply blinks. Her gaze wanders around the temple for a moment, before she is ripped out of her confusion by that gentle, that hated voice above her.
"Ah, ahem. Well. I ah, turned you back! Sorry that took so long, kept forgetting you were there. Was so very, very busy with my studies! But the mephit kept complaining the statue was in the way, so, here we are!"
She blinks again, looking up at the man behind the portal flabbergasted.
"You're leaving me alive? Are you ... insane? I mean, even more than you obviously are? I just tried to kill you!"
The man chuckles, almost embarrassed.
"Ah, about that, uh. That was a year ago. As said, I forgot you were even the- oh, the mephit says it was more than a year! Well, time flies when you're having fun with your studies, uh, or when you're petrified, I guess! Did you know there's wizards who petrified themselves with a set up contigen-"
She snaps at him.
"I do not care for your ramblings, uncle! You are a traitor to Thay and our family, and you will be brought to justice!"
He blinks. Once, twice.
"... uh. Oh. Rambling! Yes, I've been told I do that. Some find it quite charming, like my dear R- ... well, I guess you don't! Anyways, you... are correct. I did enough damage to our family. That... that is why I didn't kill you. You're a competent mage, niece. You can restore our name, I believe that."
He tilts his head as the mephit whispers something into his ear.
"Oh right! Also, I energy-drained away most of your magical powers, so I reckon you'll need a few years before you can come after me again! Uh. Sorry about the inconvenience, but I guess it'll give you time to cool down and reconsider this ah... petty course of vengeance, yes. Anyways, I ah, better close this portal before someone figures out my whereabouts! Kossuth bless you, Yieven!"
With that, the older wizard turns and the portal closes behind him. The young woman just stares at the point where the gate had been mere seconds ago, her brow twitching lightly. She grumbles, voicing the name with a hatred few who knew her could imagine to ever hear in her voice. Almost spits it out.
"Zaebros..."
She lets out a sharp breath. Closes her eyes.
"Aw well. Bad mood is for the weak minded!"
And with that, the usual saccharine smile returns to her features as she strides out of the temple, robes almost shredded, her broken staff dancing around her fingertips, and one of those annoyingly cheery tunes guiding her path.
A statue of a Red Wizardess, her face twisted in anger and her arms raised in protest at a long gone assailant, drops from the portal and hits the ground with a loud, thudding noise. Garbed in red robes embroidered with golden depictions of flames, a tall, unhealthily thin looking man steps towards the edge of the gate, a fire mephit perched on his shoulder. He raises a hand towards the statue and chants softly, emitting a dim blue glow towards it.
Basked in the spell's light, the statue bursts to life, mouth widening as if to scream before she simply blinks. Her gaze wanders around the temple for a moment, before she is ripped out of her confusion by that gentle, that hated voice above her.
"Ah, ahem. Well. I ah, turned you back! Sorry that took so long, kept forgetting you were there. Was so very, very busy with my studies! But the mephit kept complaining the statue was in the way, so, here we are!"
She blinks again, looking up at the man behind the portal flabbergasted.
"You're leaving me alive? Are you ... insane? I mean, even more than you obviously are? I just tried to kill you!"
The man chuckles, almost embarrassed.
"Ah, about that, uh. That was a year ago. As said, I forgot you were even the- oh, the mephit says it was more than a year! Well, time flies when you're having fun with your studies, uh, or when you're petrified, I guess! Did you know there's wizards who petrified themselves with a set up contigen-"
She snaps at him.
"I do not care for your ramblings, uncle! You are a traitor to Thay and our family, and you will be brought to justice!"
He blinks. Once, twice.
"... uh. Oh. Rambling! Yes, I've been told I do that. Some find it quite charming, like my dear R- ... well, I guess you don't! Anyways, you... are correct. I did enough damage to our family. That... that is why I didn't kill you. You're a competent mage, niece. You can restore our name, I believe that."
He tilts his head as the mephit whispers something into his ear.
"Oh right! Also, I energy-drained away most of your magical powers, so I reckon you'll need a few years before you can come after me again! Uh. Sorry about the inconvenience, but I guess it'll give you time to cool down and reconsider this ah... petty course of vengeance, yes. Anyways, I ah, better close this portal before someone figures out my whereabouts! Kossuth bless you, Yieven!"
With that, the older wizard turns and the portal closes behind him. The young woman just stares at the point where the gate had been mere seconds ago, her brow twitching lightly. She grumbles, voicing the name with a hatred few who knew her could imagine to ever hear in her voice. Almost spits it out.
"Zaebros..."
She lets out a sharp breath. Closes her eyes.
"Aw well. Bad mood is for the weak minded!"
And with that, the usual saccharine smile returns to her features as she strides out of the temple, robes almost shredded, her broken staff dancing around her fingertips, and one of those annoyingly cheery tunes guiding her path.