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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 2826324" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>To Reap the Whirlwind - Part 5: The Pride of the Hawks</strong></p><p></p><p>As they approached the Elorii buildings that housed the mages of the Sanctorum, they noticed a huge gathering in the makeshift central square. There, a score of mages, Menet and Senator Tensen-Balin faced off against a small group of robed men. Standing at the front of the intruders was none other than Master Theron himself.</p><p></p><p>“The traitor!” said Quintus, increasing his speed.</p><p></p><p>Master Theorn held up both his hands as Quintus, Yvigne’, Vlad, and Kham closed. “Peace, my brothers. We have no quarrel with you. You have inadvertently loosed a plague meant solely for our enemies and are suffering greatly for it. Let us speak.”</p><p></p><p>Quintus huffed up to stand beside the senator.</p><p></p><p>“Why should I should not strike you down where you stand!” snarled a furious Tensen-Balin.</p><p></p><p>“Because this concerns your son and an oath you made many years ago, my friend. Please, let us speak.”</p><p></p><p>The senator looked sideways at Quintus. The legionnaire slowly lowered his spear. “Your son is ill, senator. If he has a chance of saving him, you should listen.”</p><p></p><p>Kham looked sideways at Quintus. “Did I just hear him right?” he whispered to Vlad. “Did he just advise peace over war?”</p><p></p><p>“People change,” said Vlad. “Especially when it comes to loved ones.”</p><p></p><p>“Maybe,” said Kham. “But just in case, I’m going to keep the harem ready.” He patted the pistols concealed beneath his overcoat.</p><p></p><p>Yvigne led them to a small side room with a table and some chairs. Theron took a seat, followed reluctantly by Augustus. Quintus stood behind the senator.</p><p></p><p>“Many years ago,” said Theron, “during that fateful night when you helped us fend off that devastating Harvester attack, you swore an oath to us that you would do anything to aid us in destroy the threat of the Sorcerer-King and Ymandragore.”</p><p></p><p>Augustus nodded his head.</p><p></p><p>“You may not know this, but the majority of the children taken by the Harvesters are latent sorcerers. Over the years, it stands to reason that the majority of the mages under his control would be sorcerers in turn. By that logic, we developed a spell that would target those who possessed sorcery and destroy only them. The spell was a complex ritual that required the death of many sorcerers. It also had to gestate in an unborn child gifted with arcane power. That night, when so many of our brothers died, Master Orata acted so that their deaths need not be in vain. He knew that you, good Augustus, would be destined for great things. When you vowed that night to destroy the Ymandrakes, Master Orata cast the spell upon you, hoping that one day you would transfer the power of the ritual to your unborn son.”</p><p></p><p>Augustus gasped in outrage.</p><p></p><p>“Even after Master Orata disappeared, we kept track of you and your career. We even arranged for you to meet your lovely wife. Then, we just waited for nature to run its course.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s cold,” said Kham. </p><p></p><p>“Villain!” shouted Augustus, slamming both palms on the table. “You dare to use my son as your instrument of death because you are too cowardly to attack Ymandragore yourself!”</p><p></p><p>“I would gladly give my life,” said Theron, “if it would mean the demise of that monster. We did what we needed to do; what you vowed to do. I watched and trained the boy myself, and I daresay I grew to love him. But this is war, Augustus, and sacrifices, no matter how dear, must be made.”</p><p></p><p>Theron waved at Quintus with the back of his hand. “Unfortunately, these meddlesome creatures interfered with our plans and stopped the boy from being harvested. Had they stayed out of our affairs, the Ymandrakes would be reeling now, ripe for the final blow.”</p><p></p><p>Quintus’s eyes narrowed. “Be careful, Theron. I can clear the space between us faster than you can cast a spell.”</p><p></p><p>The senator put out one hand to halt Quintus.</p><p></p><p>“Instead,” continued Theron, ”the boy was brought here. Now he has claimed the life of Master Livinius and threatens many more. This was not our wish. We desperately wanted to take the boy away from those he would harm.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m familiar with your methods of questioning,” said Augusts, rubbing his jaw.</p><p></p><p>“You were never in any danger, my lord,” said Menet, head bowed low. “I was present to assure that the interrogation never got out of hand. After a few more minutes, they would have left and I could have been taken into your full confidence and led to the boy. But a fly entered the ointment and more lives were lost.” Menet’s gaze flicked to Vlad, who was advancing on him. “Nevertheless, I was able to slip away while you were with your son and contact Master Theron with the location of this Sanctorum.”</p><p></p><p>Vlad stood face to face with Menet. “I changed my mind,” said Vlad. “Let’s kill them.”</p><p></p><p>The senator rose to his feet. “Am I such a fool as to always surround myself with liars and spies? Gods!”</p><p></p><p>Then the alarm bell rang again.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 2826324, member: 3285"] [b]To Reap the Whirlwind - Part 5: The Pride of the Hawks[/b] As they approached the Elorii buildings that housed the mages of the Sanctorum, they noticed a huge gathering in the makeshift central square. There, a score of mages, Menet and Senator Tensen-Balin faced off against a small group of robed men. Standing at the front of the intruders was none other than Master Theron himself. “The traitor!” said Quintus, increasing his speed. Master Theorn held up both his hands as Quintus, Yvigne’, Vlad, and Kham closed. “Peace, my brothers. We have no quarrel with you. You have inadvertently loosed a plague meant solely for our enemies and are suffering greatly for it. Let us speak.” Quintus huffed up to stand beside the senator. “Why should I should not strike you down where you stand!” snarled a furious Tensen-Balin. “Because this concerns your son and an oath you made many years ago, my friend. Please, let us speak.” The senator looked sideways at Quintus. The legionnaire slowly lowered his spear. “Your son is ill, senator. If he has a chance of saving him, you should listen.” Kham looked sideways at Quintus. “Did I just hear him right?” he whispered to Vlad. “Did he just advise peace over war?” “People change,” said Vlad. “Especially when it comes to loved ones.” “Maybe,” said Kham. “But just in case, I’m going to keep the harem ready.” He patted the pistols concealed beneath his overcoat. Yvigne led them to a small side room with a table and some chairs. Theron took a seat, followed reluctantly by Augustus. Quintus stood behind the senator. “Many years ago,” said Theron, “during that fateful night when you helped us fend off that devastating Harvester attack, you swore an oath to us that you would do anything to aid us in destroy the threat of the Sorcerer-King and Ymandragore.” Augustus nodded his head. “You may not know this, but the majority of the children taken by the Harvesters are latent sorcerers. Over the years, it stands to reason that the majority of the mages under his control would be sorcerers in turn. By that logic, we developed a spell that would target those who possessed sorcery and destroy only them. The spell was a complex ritual that required the death of many sorcerers. It also had to gestate in an unborn child gifted with arcane power. That night, when so many of our brothers died, Master Orata acted so that their deaths need not be in vain. He knew that you, good Augustus, would be destined for great things. When you vowed that night to destroy the Ymandrakes, Master Orata cast the spell upon you, hoping that one day you would transfer the power of the ritual to your unborn son.” Augustus gasped in outrage. “Even after Master Orata disappeared, we kept track of you and your career. We even arranged for you to meet your lovely wife. Then, we just waited for nature to run its course.” “That’s cold,” said Kham. “Villain!” shouted Augustus, slamming both palms on the table. “You dare to use my son as your instrument of death because you are too cowardly to attack Ymandragore yourself!” “I would gladly give my life,” said Theron, “if it would mean the demise of that monster. We did what we needed to do; what you vowed to do. I watched and trained the boy myself, and I daresay I grew to love him. But this is war, Augustus, and sacrifices, no matter how dear, must be made.” Theron waved at Quintus with the back of his hand. “Unfortunately, these meddlesome creatures interfered with our plans and stopped the boy from being harvested. Had they stayed out of our affairs, the Ymandrakes would be reeling now, ripe for the final blow.” Quintus’s eyes narrowed. “Be careful, Theron. I can clear the space between us faster than you can cast a spell.” The senator put out one hand to halt Quintus. “Instead,” continued Theron, ”the boy was brought here. Now he has claimed the life of Master Livinius and threatens many more. This was not our wish. We desperately wanted to take the boy away from those he would harm.” “I’m familiar with your methods of questioning,” said Augusts, rubbing his jaw. “You were never in any danger, my lord,” said Menet, head bowed low. “I was present to assure that the interrogation never got out of hand. After a few more minutes, they would have left and I could have been taken into your full confidence and led to the boy. But a fly entered the ointment and more lives were lost.” Menet’s gaze flicked to Vlad, who was advancing on him. “Nevertheless, I was able to slip away while you were with your son and contact Master Theron with the location of this Sanctorum.” Vlad stood face to face with Menet. “I changed my mind,” said Vlad. “Let’s kill them.” The senator rose to his feet. “Am I such a fool as to always surround myself with liars and spies? Gods!” Then the alarm bell rang again. [/QUOTE]
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