The White Chains

[Smaw 2376]

A continuation from these two posts:

1) https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/148917-velulaei-lente-karinto-character-introduction/

 

2) https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/151270-devour-the-spirits/

 

 

The White Chains

 

 

 

Zaniil looked around at the stygian room, his vision obscured by the combination of shadow and cloth, which equally clung to the walls like looming spiders awaiting their next feast. Spirals of dust danced in what little light pierced the room, and the smell of incense permeated the air. For once, it seemed the halls of the Isilioleth were absent.

 

He relaxed into his chair, procuring a crimson stem from his pocket, which appeared fungal in nature. As the last crackles of the dying fire sprung through the room, he ingested the substance and closed his eyes. For him, a moments solitude was often the best medicine for a weary mind.

 

It was not long before his senses began to tingle and a resounding hum reverberated in his ears. A wave of vibration ran from his toes to his head, and would continue to pass back and forth with exponential speed. Suddenly, a blanket of blinding light swathed across his vision, and the sound of smooth waters could be heard.

 

Zaniil felt oddly faint, expunged of the energy he might have had before. Soon his eyes began to accommodate, and in his vision he saw endless fog in all directions. As he looked to his feet, he took note of his position on a small rowing boat, the figure of a Ker looming over him, paddle in hand.

 

 

Little more could be discerned from the figures heritage, than what his clothing alluded to- Isilioleth. His scarlet eyes sank down to look at Zaniil, his arms continuing to row along the stream the two found themselves in. 

"Ayla nae osulier." He said, his tone a match for the soothing waters that hugged at the boat and guided it along its passage. Zaniil seemed perturbed by the presence of the man, scurrying to the back of the boat.

"You again?" He hissed. Suddenly, the fog that surrounded his hands began to whisp together and form the length of a blade. He gripped the hilt tightly, the leather creaking in the silent air as he positioned it in a defensive stance.

 

"Ullral-ne iyl'fin narneyae." He said, his slow gaze examining the blade for a moment, before he looked once more into Zaniil's eyes. "Nae il'kae narna kento?"

"With you?" Zaniil barked, rising to his feet. As he did, the boat began to rock, his balance off kilter. "I don't want to go. Wherever it is that you're going, drop me off here..."

 

"Kae narn il-nae. Lye ito siol kreyn- oem avern." He said, using his free hand to gesture for Zaniil to sit. 

 

"No." He said, making his way toward the Ker. He fumbled as the boat rocked, but stayed the course as best he could, his weapon held at his side, ready to strike forward.

 

"Iheiuhii narne narneyem'ehya..." He cautioned. "Nae lente kae-llyth."

 

Zaniil grumbled at his words, offering no comment as he thrusted his arms forward, the blade piercing into the Ker's chest. The paddle sank into the lake as his arms fell back, the blade drawing out of him in prolonged agony as his body crashed into the water. Zaniil threw down the weapon and gripped the edge of the boat, leaning over to peer into the waters.

 

The visage of the Ker could be seen, obscured by the rippling of water and blood that began to dance together in some kind of grim display. A pearl grin formed on his face as he sank into the darkness, bubbles of ruby red bursting at the surface. 

 

As he sank to the depths, Zaniil was left with only his own face in the reflection of the water- the white tattoos glowing on his skin.

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"Statement: You are like a random cruelty generator, meatbag. I like you." a peculiar construct would comment.

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33 minutes ago, Dumbrarere said:

"Statement: You are like a random cruelty generator, meatbag. I like you." a peculiar construct would comment.

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