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[Red of Rivia]

Such boastfulness! The demons are listening.

I imagine a voyeur.

[Serelir]

I imagine a voyeur.

Demons are very curious.

[Red of Rivia]

Demons are very curious.

One or two? 

[Serelir]

One or two? 

At least two: Pride and Desire.

[Red of Rivia]

At least two: Pride and Desire.

Desire and that is a problem

[Serelir]

Desire and that is a problem

Could get rough between the two of them, if you're in the middle.

[Red of Rivia]

Could get rough between the two of them, if you're in the middle.

They are problematic only for the uninitiated

[Lady Artifice]

*Raises brow*

 

It was not an insult, it was a declaration of your place in things.

 

You are an acolyte, a learner, a follower, a student etc.

 

Oh, I see. It's also a synonym for minion or lackey, so that was my knee jerk interpretation. I know what you generally think of followers vs leaders, after all. 

[Master Warder Z_]

Oh, I see. It's also a synonym for minion or lackey, so that was my knee jerk interpretation. I know what you generally think of followers vs leaders, after all.

Followers have their place in the order of things...plus they don't have the burden of thinking for themselves

[Lady Artifice]

Followers have their place in the order of things...plus they don't have the burden of thinking for themselves

 

Hmph. 

[raging_monkey]

Hehe sounds like slavery of the mind somewhat.

[Master Warder Z_]

Hmph.

Arti

[Lady Artifice]

Hehe sounds like slavery of the mind somewhat.

 

 

...I think he thinks so. 

 

Arti

 

When you put it in such a heartfelt way, how can I possible stay vexed? 

[Master Warder Z_]

I watched my great aunt's cat die of renal failure as a child, the spasms as the muscles locked and the way the whole body just shuddered to a stop.

 

To me there was something profound in that instance, because as a young child I had no idea what death looked like, death is brutal, unforgiving and painful. The movies hype it up to play on sensibilities and give it heroic and symbolic meaning, when in reality its nothing but a pain ridden end to life.

[raging_monkey]

Your sharing this why? Seems awfully personal

[Master Warder Z_]

No more so then any of the war stories i shared freely.

 

And why? Because it seemed appropriate.

[Lady Artifice]

No more so then any of the war stories i shared freely.

 

And why? Because it seemed appropriate.

 

"Appropriate" is an interesting choice of words. 

[raging_monkey]

Indeed lol

Damn my macabre interests in organisms

[Master Warder Z_]

"Appropriate" is an interesting choice of words. 

 

Noted, Now get back to watching Naruto

[raging_monkey]

I heard there's a sequel coming

[EmissaryofLies]

So many opinions surrounding that series. Too convoluted and contrived for my tastes.

[raging_monkey]

What isn't contrived or convoluted. Personally I enjoyed it.

[Uccio]

Spoiler

"Caius Aquillius Vaellanius, bring the accused forward!".

Two heavily armored pretorian guards stepped forward dragging Caius between them. He did not resist but the guards were still able to drag him causing him loose balance with the shackles tied to his wrists and ankles, they were dotted with anti-magic wards to nullify his magic. His hands were shackled behind his back. The Archon´s palace floor was also filled with similar wards, all just because of him.

A wry smile lingered on Caius lips, they still fear me.

"Here is the accused!", cried out the Grand Cleric assigned to be the prosecutor.

The pretorians tried to press Caius on his knees without success. Angered by his resistance the one on his right side struck his armored fist into his gut causing Caius to bend forward while his companion kicked him into the back of his knee causing to him fall down on his knees.

The Archon, the new one, sat in his throne gazing this incident silently. Caius could still make out the fear in his eyes. Members of the Magisterium and Senate were positioned around the throne in a semi arc. All facing Caius on his knees. So few of them were in the room, or even left. So many had died in the civil war.

The Grand Cleric cleared his throat, "Caius Aquillius Vaellanius, you are accused of instigating a violent revolt against the Archon, the True Chantry and the legal regime of Tevinter Imperium. How do you plead?".

Caius smiled, it was a cold smile. One of the guards struck his armored fist into his chin causing his head violently swing to the opposite direction. A stream of blood started to flow down his cheek from the busted lip.

"How do you plead?", the prosecutor replied.

"Just get on with it", Caius finally whispered indifferently. "I have places to go".

"To be noted that the accused is not willing to respond to the court", the prosecutor turned to the archivist writing all down.

Caius closed his eyes. I want to go now, I want to go where Nazlik has gone.

He remembered the last moments of his failed coup, the Imperial troops charging into their lines. Power roaring, Caius struck down dozens of men. Then the mage-killer suddenly appearing behind him. And Nazlik, she charged forward, to shield him with her body... Then dozens of neutralization glyphs falling on him while he sat on the ground holding her as she bled, so badly. Blood, her blood everywhere. They had stopped him just before he was able to cast the spell to give her his life..

He gazed the new Archon with a blank stare. The world had lost it´s glimmer, it was dark and grey. I want to go where she has gone.

".. and for your crimes against Tevinter Imperium and it´s rightful regime you are being sentenced...", the prosecutor took a dramatic moment, gazing Caius with exultant look "to be made trainquil!".

Caius raised his head, the last words had pierced his apathy.

"NO!", he struggled trying to get on his feet but the pretorian guards kept him down. "Kill me you sons of *******", he roared. "I need to go where she has gone!". The audience roared with delight to his reaction while the guards dragged Caius away.

Ciaus stared at the brand closing to his forehead grinding his teeth while the guards were holding him down, you will not take my love away!

Cold so cold, like diving into a pool filled with ice. Serene, calm.


Caius recoiled from his dream sweat beads on his forehead. He stood up in haste gazing at the stone table suspiciously. That was a new dream, did something change? Did I miss something, has the future being changed? I need to get to the bottom of this.

---

*"Oh, what can I do to you this time oh mighty Magister?" the desire demon purred softly. "I need more power", Caius said gazing into the demons eyes. "I need to delve deeper into the omens, to find the correct timeline. Do you have what I need?".
For the first time during the long years of their cooperation Caius could see hesitation in the demons eyes. "I... I can´t provide you what you need. You are more powerful than I am, have been for a long time now".

Caius closed his eyes squeezing his hands into fists. "There are beings in the Fade which can provide you with more power thought" demon said after a moment of silence. Then it tilted it´s head gazing him with intrigue. "I sense a new desire in you, oh I do. It burns so deep that I almost missed it. You hid it well my love".

It had changed into Nazlik´s form. It stood there twisting her body in a slow sensual movement. Her long arms wondering in Nazlik´s naked body, caressing it. "I will allow this to you my love. After all, man has his urges". She hissed with her sultry voice oozing hot desire. Her pink tongue wondered slowly and seductively across her dark bronze lips.

Caius blinked, that was unexpected. He was surprised. "I didn´t call you here to talk about urges".

"Oh, but I love to talk about them. Desire is sooo strong in you, you live and breath it", the demon laughed , her voice tingling in Caius ears like a thousand siren singing.

Caius raised his hand, power struck demon causing it to shake uncontrollable. This time her scream was less seductive, more filled with pain. "I didn´t call you here to talk about my urges", Caius voice was now deep and ominous.

Now the demon hissed with rage. Elowyn stood in her place, "you will never have what you desire mortal, do you hear me! Never!".

"I always get what I want", Caius eyes were black as night.

---

Caius walked slowly down the ancient spiral staircase. Down and down he went, to the old and forgotten part of the catacombs where no one had ventured in centuries.

No else but one, one set of footprints in the dust guided his way under the pale light shining from his staff. Across the stone hallways filled with dust and bad memories his black hooded figure walked silently.
Whispers, wailing, memories of pain long forgotten echoed in these chambers. Translucent figures, flashing just in the edge of the field of his vision. Caius didn´t care, he did not fear them then and he didn´t fear them now.

He passed a large stone pit filled with ancient mummified corpses and skeletons. Remnants of some ancient ritual cast with the price of hundreds of slaves. Ancient carvings decorated the tunnels from the ground to the ceiling. He knew that there were several of these pits. One of his ancestors had taken part in a ritual which had required the lives of hundreds of slaves. Only this place remembers now what ritual it was, no one else did.

Caius walked down the stairs following his own footprints from behind the years. He walked through hallways and finally across a grand hall dust whirling in his feet, his footsteps echoing from the distant walls covered by the darkness.

Whispers echoed from all around him, the Veil seemed to be thinner here. And there it was, in the center of the hall. A large platform where the blood grooves led from all the pits, and into the altar on it. This is where his forefather had done something unthinkable. And here he could call a greater demon.*

[raging_monkey]

Epic!

[Serelir]

I got so angry reading that first part that I wanted to march in there and bust them all up! How dare they treat my Master that way! 

 

What is it that you require? I will shape it for you.

 

But first: training. *goes to write*