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20 Ches, Year of Rogue Dragons : The Masked Ball, Prelude
The young mage marched quickly towards Castle Cormaeril with a purpose. Finally, years of pented rage and vengeance would come to a head. Long had he tracked his nemesis and the focus of his hatred. Now he had found him. Tonight would be the perfect opportunity to stage his assassination. He grimaced at the word and changed it in his mind back to vengeance.
The Red Wizard Bordulin would pay for taking from him the only person who had ever cared for him in his horrible life. He ducked into an alleyway as the emotions and memories welled up inside.
The youth had never known his parents. They had been killed when he had been young. The memories were hazy, but he knew that they had been blasted before his very eyes by the mage-killer Souless. For some reason Souless had spared him and taught him secrets arcane. The training had been harsh for the boy as Souless had tried to drive and burn any spark of good from him. He told the boy that he would be his successor in his mage-killing crusade. Souless searched Faerun with the boy at his side and found artifacts of great power with which to better kill what in his insane mind were rival mages. The mad wizard had not been partial and had reduced both evil and good arcanist to ash. The boy had become numb standing by his master's side as the killings took place. He became Souless's tool.
That he lived still was unfathomable. Souless had made many enemies and finally came to the end of his rope. The mage had again seen his "parent" destroyed by magic before his very eyes. This time it was done by a cabal of mages from Aglarond. They were led by the enchantress, Celestia. Celestia, the mage remembered, had stood before him--then an adolescent--with pity in her eyes, preparing to snuff out his miserable existence, but then she had stopped her spell of destruction in mid-cast. She spared him and took him as her own apprentice. He had looked back at the burning husk that had been Souless at that point. A smile had rested on the dead wizards's lips. Souless had played his last trump, and for whatever secret purpose, had caused, with a spell, to have Celestia reconsider his "son's" destruction.
The years that had followed had been the happiest in the young mage's life, but Celestia had enemies as well. Bordulin had surprised his foster mother and he with a ring of Red Mages. There the mageling discovered that he had met the Red Wizard before. As he lay dying and saw Celestia reduced to a melting heap of flesh, Bordulin reminded him that long before, Souless had wrecked havoc and destroyed his master while the boy had been watching. Bordulin thanked Azuth for the coincidence, but did not finish the job.
Tears started to well in the mage's eyes, but he quickly wiped them off. There was no time to be caught up in emotion. Already, he had sent one of the Thayan's apprentices mewling to his grave. The body was now fish food in Westgate's harbor and he had this day's itinerary for Bordulin. The object of his hatred had been elevated to ambassador and was attempting to gain more sponsors among the nobility of Westgate to then petition for a Thayvian Enclave in Sin City. The mage was surprised that one hadn't come sooner.
He checked himself and took a deep breath and continued on his way to the castle. Once there he changed his appearence to blend in with the hired help as they set up for the grand event. Lord Cormaeril was hosting a grand ball for all the movers and shakers of Westgate. The Red Wizards would be present as would the ambassador of the Elven Court, all the ladies and gentlemen from the noble houses of Westgate, and various adventurers. All day long, the young mage learned the layout of the grounds and the kitchens and the storage area as he formed his plan. He realized that a Red Mage of Bordulin's power and status would have guards and protections and divinations to prevent him from a frontal assault. He would probably be recognized for who he truly was before he could get a shot off.
Earlier he had prepared his trademark sonics from which few had protection. He fumbled in his pocket for the focus. There was one spell he could use, that he had never used before, that was also very dangerous, but if it worked...Bordulin would never know what hit him.
As dusk approached he turned invisibile and snuck into a larder to wait for his chance. As a precaution he backed himself into a corner and began the incantation. Soon after he had finished the spell, and his detached mind searched for a host body, a young servant entered the room gathering for more foodstuffs for the banquet. He did not notice the dark form huddled in the corner, and he was caught unawares as his soul was stripped from his body and thrust into the gem that lay concealed in the folds of the mage's robes.
The mage suppressed a laugh of triumph as he examined his new body. He checked his own catatonic body and the gem and made sure they were both well hidden. Then he grabbed two pheasant carcasses that lay on the floor and exited the storeroom.
Gathering his bearings he was about to head towards the kitchens when he saw movement in the shadows. Cautiously, he rounded a corner and saw the sprawled body of a guard.
A dagger was put to his throat and a gruff, heavily-accented voice (the mage suspected Chultan...) spoke, "Not a word, boy. We are not here to harm anyone. Just provide for an escape. Nod if you understand that you saw nothing?"
The mage, in the the body of the servant, complied. Someone else dragged the body away and he was shoved brusquely towards the hall from where he had come. Shouts were coming from the kitchen and cooks were calling for servants to begin to lay out the feast. Visitors had already arrived.
The mage looked back down the darkened corridor once more before heading down the passage to the Grand Hall. He smirked.
Others were playing a dangerous game this night, he just hoped that they wouldn't get in his way.
20 Ches, Year of Rogue Dragons : The Masked Ball, Prelude
The young mage marched quickly towards Castle Cormaeril with a purpose. Finally, years of pented rage and vengeance would come to a head. Long had he tracked his nemesis and the focus of his hatred. Now he had found him. Tonight would be the perfect opportunity to stage his assassination. He grimaced at the word and changed it in his mind back to vengeance.
The Red Wizard Bordulin would pay for taking from him the only person who had ever cared for him in his horrible life. He ducked into an alleyway as the emotions and memories welled up inside.
The youth had never known his parents. They had been killed when he had been young. The memories were hazy, but he knew that they had been blasted before his very eyes by the mage-killer Souless. For some reason Souless had spared him and taught him secrets arcane. The training had been harsh for the boy as Souless had tried to drive and burn any spark of good from him. He told the boy that he would be his successor in his mage-killing crusade. Souless searched Faerun with the boy at his side and found artifacts of great power with which to better kill what in his insane mind were rival mages. The mad wizard had not been partial and had reduced both evil and good arcanist to ash. The boy had become numb standing by his master's side as the killings took place. He became Souless's tool.
That he lived still was unfathomable. Souless had made many enemies and finally came to the end of his rope. The mage had again seen his "parent" destroyed by magic before his very eyes. This time it was done by a cabal of mages from Aglarond. They were led by the enchantress, Celestia. Celestia, the mage remembered, had stood before him--then an adolescent--with pity in her eyes, preparing to snuff out his miserable existence, but then she had stopped her spell of destruction in mid-cast. She spared him and took him as her own apprentice. He had looked back at the burning husk that had been Souless at that point. A smile had rested on the dead wizards's lips. Souless had played his last trump, and for whatever secret purpose, had caused, with a spell, to have Celestia reconsider his "son's" destruction.
The years that had followed had been the happiest in the young mage's life, but Celestia had enemies as well. Bordulin had surprised his foster mother and he with a ring of Red Mages. There the mageling discovered that he had met the Red Wizard before. As he lay dying and saw Celestia reduced to a melting heap of flesh, Bordulin reminded him that long before, Souless had wrecked havoc and destroyed his master while the boy had been watching. Bordulin thanked Azuth for the coincidence, but did not finish the job.
Tears started to well in the mage's eyes, but he quickly wiped them off. There was no time to be caught up in emotion. Already, he had sent one of the Thayan's apprentices mewling to his grave. The body was now fish food in Westgate's harbor and he had this day's itinerary for Bordulin. The object of his hatred had been elevated to ambassador and was attempting to gain more sponsors among the nobility of Westgate to then petition for a Thayvian Enclave in Sin City. The mage was surprised that one hadn't come sooner.
He checked himself and took a deep breath and continued on his way to the castle. Once there he changed his appearence to blend in with the hired help as they set up for the grand event. Lord Cormaeril was hosting a grand ball for all the movers and shakers of Westgate. The Red Wizards would be present as would the ambassador of the Elven Court, all the ladies and gentlemen from the noble houses of Westgate, and various adventurers. All day long, the young mage learned the layout of the grounds and the kitchens and the storage area as he formed his plan. He realized that a Red Mage of Bordulin's power and status would have guards and protections and divinations to prevent him from a frontal assault. He would probably be recognized for who he truly was before he could get a shot off.
Earlier he had prepared his trademark sonics from which few had protection. He fumbled in his pocket for the focus. There was one spell he could use, that he had never used before, that was also very dangerous, but if it worked...Bordulin would never know what hit him.
As dusk approached he turned invisibile and snuck into a larder to wait for his chance. As a precaution he backed himself into a corner and began the incantation. Soon after he had finished the spell, and his detached mind searched for a host body, a young servant entered the room gathering for more foodstuffs for the banquet. He did not notice the dark form huddled in the corner, and he was caught unawares as his soul was stripped from his body and thrust into the gem that lay concealed in the folds of the mage's robes.
The mage suppressed a laugh of triumph as he examined his new body. He checked his own catatonic body and the gem and made sure they were both well hidden. Then he grabbed two pheasant carcasses that lay on the floor and exited the storeroom.
Gathering his bearings he was about to head towards the kitchens when he saw movement in the shadows. Cautiously, he rounded a corner and saw the sprawled body of a guard.
A dagger was put to his throat and a gruff, heavily-accented voice (the mage suspected Chultan...) spoke, "Not a word, boy. We are not here to harm anyone. Just provide for an escape. Nod if you understand that you saw nothing?"
The mage, in the the body of the servant, complied. Someone else dragged the body away and he was shoved brusquely towards the hall from where he had come. Shouts were coming from the kitchen and cooks were calling for servants to begin to lay out the feast. Visitors had already arrived.
The mage looked back down the darkened corridor once more before heading down the passage to the Grand Hall. He smirked.
Others were playing a dangerous game this night, he just hoped that they wouldn't get in his way.
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