And Tho Astra Be Dead...
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 1756
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Synizn left Fred alone in a chamber of his laboratory. He could see that
the Allarian knight was suffering
deep grief over the death of his friend. Synizn found it easy to
empathize. When Fred and Astra had told
him of the death of Malachi he had suffered his own grief. But there was a
difference; Malachi had
perished in battle with the evil Minestus. And although Fred was unaware
of the terrible history that the
two dragons shared, Synizn was not. He knew that her death had not been
pointless. Astra on the other
hand had died a death most unworthy. Or at least Fred thought so. Synizn
didn't feel much about it one
way or the other. She was just another human and death came easy for
humans. And it wasn't his
fault she had died. He had explained to them the danger involved in
restoring them their humanity. And
they had agreed. In the process he had attempted to force the birth of
Astra's unborn children, children
trapped in the form of the demifox. The magicks he had needed to
manipulate were strong and chaotic
and it was a difficult task, even with the aid of the fabled Crystallic.
And in the end he failed and the
warrior woman and her children died. Such was life.
Synizn was more concerned with the Crystallic and with the task Malachi had set upon him. With her dead his task had become that much more difficult but he would not shirk his duty. He owed it to Malachi and he owed it to himself. But first he needed to return Fred to human form, if Fred still trusted his magical ministrations that is. And then the knight would be on his way and Synizn would be free to follow his own difficult path. When Fred had regained some sense of calm he gave himself over to Synizn. Perhaps the lycanthropic mage could lift his curse, perhaps he could not. If he too died then so be it. But if he lived, then Fred had a new mission in his life. He swore that he would avenge Astra's death and that the inhabitants of the shadow-city of Walants would pay a heavy price for her demise.
Meanwhile, in a high tower somewhere in Walants a man in green robes was sipping wine from a gem encrusted goblet. He was savoring his great victory. The Aqualarian bitch's unholy offspring were dead and the threat that they had posed was now forever gone. "Ahh, my friends," the man turned around as two others entered the darkened chamber. "Ibn, you did well," the green robed man complimented the mage. Ibn the Small bowed with a smile. "But what of the nobleman," the second man asked anxiously. "Why did you let him live? I hope you do not underestimate the man." "I told you Mordamus," the green cloaked lord smiled, "the fate of the Allarian knight is not to be rushed. His doom has been set in motion, have no fear. But I wish to enjoy it like a sweet dessert. And I think that a man of your tastes will appreciate what we have in store for him." Ibn chuckled and the man known as Mordamus Fortyeau turned to him. "What have you done sorcerer?" Mordamus asked. "I have freed him, m'lord," Ibn answered. "No longer is he burdened with that horrid thing men call conscience. Now he is free to act as he will, in whatever way he wills. I don't mind telling you, I am most anxious to see what kind of man he really is under that veneer of sophistication and without the restraint of self-control. I imagine he's going to put on one hell of a show for us. And just to make sure of it, I added just a pinch of insanity into his mind." Mordamus grinned and together with his two comrades toasted the success of their efforts. This was but the halfway point for them, but a great danger had been averted and the future seemed very bright indeed.
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