It was turning out to be another beautiful day in Goldshire, but she didn’t notice. Her mood was dark, her anger riled from previous events. She toyed with a small dagger she had purchased near the town. It wasn’t the best, but it would make someone bleed well enough as long as she could get close. She was on the border of another power surge; barely controlling it. Her mind drifted as she leaned on Maajhom underneath the huge tree beside the inn. Dristun had broke her trust, Linoge had as well when he forced her to do the spell upon him, they both made her furious.
Maajhom growled, startling her out of her thoughts. She looked to the direction he stared, and there stood one of the objects of her current hatred: Linoge. She grinned down at Maajhom, patting him on one of his horns as his tentacles waved playfully over her head. She got up and bade him to stay, almost skipping over to Linoge, a feral grin on her face; the dagger concealed in her sleeve.
“Linoge, I have something to tell you!” Koril called as he spotted her in the throng of people. It was the simplest ploy she could come up with, and surprisingly it worked. He looked eager to see her, so she got close as if to whisper what she wanted to say in his ear.
He grunted, staring wide eyed at her then down at the dagger hilt protruding from his stomach. She smirked, and twisted it viciously before letting go. He dropped to the ground, bleeding heavily and breathing raggedly. His eyes blazed in hate and betrayal as she laughed.
“Come Maajhom.” She called; the felhound came running to her side. She started to walk away, towards the forest, but glanced over her shoulder once more, getting a final chuckle at Linoge.
Koril returned to Goldshire after the sun was starting to set, expecting to find it empty. Surprisingly, it was packed as ever before. She was still in the midst of the power surge, and would be, she assumed, until she found Dristun. The odd thing was, she was seeing everything clearly this time, but was sure with absolute knowledge she’d remember none of it till long after.
Her throat was parched, as Maajhom and she had been out hunting themselves into exhaustion before they decided to return. The barkeep always had a good supply of mead behind the counter, which she purchased for a few silver. She took her drink outside where Maajhom waited, and almost dropped it laughing. There stood Linoge, glaring fiercely at her.
Taking a swig of her mead, she arched a brow at him and asked “You just don’t die, do you?” He shook his head, continuing his glare.
“Something’s wrong with you Koril, it’s that tome isn’t it?”
The statement made her want to laugh more, but instead she looked down to her mug, tracing her finger around the rim; ignoring the question completely. “Linoge, do you know what Maajhom is?” She paused, and when he didn’t answer she continued, still looking at her mug. “Maajhom is a felhound, Linoge. They feed on magic…” She let the thought sit for a moment, and then looked at him, a vicious grin upon her face.
Linoge started backing up as she did laugh this time. “Coward,” she spat. The entire situation, in her power surge, was extremely hilarious. She knew she could kill him if she wanted, but it was much more amusing to toy with him.
He stopped back peddling, his face going cold. “Koril, what’s the matter with you? I don’t want to do this…but I will to protect myself.” He conjured a fireball, letting it float a few inches off the palm of his hand, ready to throw it. The situation had gone from toying, to serious. Koril didn’t like it.
She started backing up, getting out of his throwing range quickly. Her back slammed into something hard, but giving. She glanced up, looking at Kordel – one of the highlords of the Eyes – and had to contain the smirk: things just got interesting. Kordel had no love for the mage, and it was well known that he protected his own like a bear with her cubs.
“Linoge, you coward. You wish to face me, so be it!” Koril marched forward, the words to a spell forming on her lips. Kordel followed, quickly getting between her and the mage.
“Mage, I suggest you leave this lady alone, if you wish to retain your head.” Kordel’s voice held the ring of truth; he would cleave Linoge’s head from his shoulders without a thought. Koril smirked over his shoulder at Linoge.
“I think you should take his head, m’lord. He’s been nothing but a nuisance.” She added casually, watching the mage’s eyes widen in fear. He knew Kordel would do as he said if he didn’t get out of the area quickly.
“I agree Koril.” Kordel unsheathed his sword, a massive, fiery blade, as he stepped closer to Linoge.
Linoge wisely retreated, giving Koril a look with his eyes that promised he would return when she was alone. She chuckled under her breath.
“Another time, Linoge…another time.”
Posted by Koril at 01:15 PM 16 May 2005