"Koril, may I see the Uor'Tal?" Dristun held out his hand as they stood in the middle of Goldshire. Leery as she was to bring it out in public, for the Uor'Tal contained powerful demonic spells and lore, she nevertheless removed the tome from her pack and handed it over. Koril's eyes never left the tome as her warrior companion explained it to a priestess, she barely heard when he spoke to her. Her thoughts were foggy and she felt weakened without it.
A sudden voice broke through the fog. "Spill her blood my son, spill it in my name." The priestess looked to Koril and Koril looked around. No one else had heard the voice except the three.
"Dristun, I believe you should give me back the Uor'Tal.." She edged closer, the fog starting to lift completely from her mind as she focused on the matter at hand. Carefully, she tried to grab the tome from Dristun, unsure of what exactly was going on.
Dristun turned on her, his eyes wild and feral. He snarled, "You do not command him, he is mine. My son, slay the priestess, spill her blood upon the stones! Terra Falla, slice her open!" The priestess took a few steps back, already casting a spell as he attempted to slice through her with his massive sword. His blade hit a barrier, the priestess had been smart and &#&$%ed a holy shield around herself. Frustrated, Dristun beat upon the shield with a fury Koril had never seen in him before, he was definately not himself.
The priestess was already in the midst of casting another spell, draining strength from Dristun before her shield failed and she took a hit, wincing. Koril watched on, waiting for an opportunity.
The warrior fell to his knees, finally, and Koril snatched the tome from him. As she did, she saw some of the fury drain from his face and she put the pieces together. "Dristun..you must never come in contact with the Uor'Tal again..it was controlling you."
"Nay, Koril..my father was controlling me through it.."
She had devoted all her free time to studying the Uor'Tal, unfortunately, she hadn't had a lot of free time lately. What she had managed to learn though, was the tome was written by Dristun's father, Verka the Blood Drinker. Verka had devoted his life to the study of demonic magic and creatures affected by it. There were studies on worgen, gnolls, orcs, the Scarlet Crusade, a lich or two, the Altar of Storms and even Arugal. The latter seemed to be a comrade of Verka's. She had also noticed that there were several pages missing, a good deal of them had been the more powerful spells, denoted by a demonic lock on the page. They looked to have been torn out..and recently..
She blinked, realizing what this likely meant. When Dristun had the tome, Verka must have commanded him to rip out pages of the Uor'Tal and keep them on his person. Through the pages, Verka could still control his son.
She frowned and closed her eyes, clearing her mind and breathing steadily. A new trick her mentors had taught her was how to seek out demonic energy. She had taken that a step further to denote the power of the energy taking place. If Dristun was still effectively providing as an avatar, Koril would find him through the shadow magic being weaved.
Her eyes flashed open, he wasn't far away. She carefully made sure to leave a small link to the energy, so she would be able to seek it on the move and called for Kalriel, her succubus. If anything was going to stop Dristun for even a few moments, it would only be another charm spell. The only one Koril had available was through her succubus's ability to seduce.
In a barn in Elwynn forest, she came upon a gruesome scene. A nightelf, whom she had never seen before, was pinned to the wall, by a sword through his shoulder...Dristun's sword.
"Dristun!" She hoped to gain his attention before he could further harm the elf. Her ploy worked, he turned towards her, the same fury in his eyes she had seen when he went against the priestess.
"Why do you follow me?" He snarled and wrenched the blade from the elf and wall, causing the former to groan and slump to the floor.
"You are not yourself Dristun. He is still controlling you..I think I can fix it..if you allow me to." She stared at him hard, hoping against hope that he would be able to break the spell of his own willpower, for she was unsure whether she had the knowledge or power to do it herself.
"I am in control, stop telling me what to do."
"You nearly killed the elf!" Koril knelt next to the still wounded elf, trying to offer him a small green stone. The elf pushed it away.
"Aye, and I would've finished it if you hadn't come along." Heavy footsteps sounded on the floorboards of the barn, someone wearing platemail. Koril looked to the source of the noise and narrowed her eyes in frustration.
"Demon dog, step away!" The paladin advanced upon Koril, his axe dangerously close. Koril stepped back, not wishing to become some good deed on a paladin's to do list.
"Adrian.." The elf whispered, "Glad you got my message.." The paladin, Adrian, knelt before the elf.
"Almost looks like I didn't make it in time, Rangorr." Adrian quickly healed the wound as Dristun made his exit, dropping a piece of paper as he left. Koril scooped up the paper and immediately recognized the demonic lock.
Not wishing to tempt the paladin further, Koril hastily made her exit as well. She tucked the page into the Uor'Tal before stalking off into the night, following the trail of carnage Dristun left in his wake.
Posted by Koril at 01:06 PM 16 May 2005