Nonlethal Force
First Post
Ischarus tried to disguise his voice under a frail level of fear. “Please, Darkbringer. Do not injure me. I did the best that I could. I am no lush, but I did focus my search in the taverns of this city. I thought that would be the best place for me to be able to find the one that you are looking for!” His cry was difficult to pull off, because Ischarus was unaccustomed to feeling fear that extensively.
Rhema knew full well that the act was working, however. With Charis turned into the Darkbringer, she would appear more menacing by appearing to be able to disguise her appearance. She also knew that with Semeion’s and her own powers naturally feeding off of Charis’ innate charisma, she would give a much more powerful presentation. Her powers would seem greater than they actually were and this would make her performance memorable. Ischarus’ apparent crumbling before her power would only add credence to the unbelievable.
Charis’ tone continued to increase. “Do you now see the power that you have so casually dismissed in your feeble attempts to hop from bar to bar in search of the one I seek? You thought that my task would be easily dismissed and that you would be allowed to have pleasant afternoons drinking ale while reporting nothing back to me! But I have caught on to your schemes and I will be taken advantage of no longer!”
Rhema knew that Charis was building her presentation to a head now. She seemed to grow quite angry and this would allow Rhema to begin to demonstrate her own range of powers. Rhema cautiously stayed by the front door as she scanned the room. The patrons were now focused on Charis, but they would recognize her as an associate belonging to that table. Rhema intentionally hung back from the door to make it appear as though she was afraid to step into the path of Charis’ tirade. In truth, Rhema was focusing on the nearby oil lamps and torches.
As Rhema focused, the flames from the lamp on the surrounding tables began to grow almost unnaturally large. They didn’t appear to be consuming more oil as they grew in intensity. However, there was no disputing that the flames were increasing in size. What should have been a normal one inch flame now leapt three to four inches off of the end of the wick.
Charis smiled as she saw the increase in flame. Of course, the patrons within the tavern actually saw Darkbringer smile on account of Semeion’s magical transformation. The smile seemed to be one of pure evil pleasure. Ischarus slouched within his seat as if to draw back from the unnatural display of pyrotechnics. Charis stood tall as the flames increased and held her hands out from her side. She cupped her hands as if her fingers were to form a basin.
Ischarus parted his mouth as if to speak, but Charis did not give him the opportunity. “Do you know why they call me Darkbringer? They call me Darkbringer because I have the ability to use light to my advantage. I’ll give you a simple demonstration.”
Rhema focused in on the enlarged flame nearest to Charis’ position. She used her power over the flame to set the flame into motion. The flame left the wick and the oil behind it, but it continued to burn in midair as it crossed over the small space between itself and Charis’ hand. Rhema positioned the flame so that it appeared to be nestled within the cup that Charis’ palm and fingers had formed.
Charis laughed in a slow manner. The laugh demonstrated that she was enjoying the act. “See this flame here? This flame can normally provide light and give off a slight amount of heat. In fact, many people would eventually be burned if they drew this close to the flame for this long. However, this flame gives me power. I can draw off the presence of this very flame and grow stronger. By absorbing its essence, I will cast you in darkness and grow even stronger.”
Rhema slowly moved the flame back to the wick from which it had been taken. Once it had been successfully returned to the oil, Charis lifted her arms and hands out and above her shoulders and spoke in a commanding tone. “Now watch, as you see true power!”
Ischarus slowly pushed her chair back from the table as if in fear. He didn’t rise from his seated position, however. He didn’t want to yet instigate conflict. Rather, he simply wanted to make it appear that he was indeed quite nervous. His eyes opened wide as Charis lifted her arms as if to worship the flame around her.
Rhema took her cue from Ischarus. Using her power to control the magical flame she returned the large flames to their normal size. Once they had been reduced back to a believable size, Rhema focused even harder to push the flames smaller. They appeared to dwindle as Charis focused her attention.
Semeion waited for Charis to play out the act. As the flames decreased in size, Charis began to emit a low humming sound as though she were driving herself into a deep state of meditation. As she hummed, she slowly closed her eyes as if to enter into a trance.
With the closing of Charis’ eyes, Ischarus knew that it would be most believable to strike now. Ischarus drew his sword out of his scabbard and slowly began to rise quietly. With Ischarus’ sword out of the scabbard, the inn was bathed in the magical light that Charis had placed upon it earlier.
Charis smiled as her spell creating light upon the sword told her that Ischarus was moving. She struck out her hand as if to force Ischarus back into the chair. The table was wide enough that Ischarus was no danger of being hit. However, as Ischarus saw Charis strike towards him he acted as though he was pushed back into the chair and restrained their by some hidden force. In apparent surprise, Ischarus spoke. “But, how?”
Charis continued to smile, but did not interrupt her humming. She did not want to grant the patrons of the tavern the answer which would prematurely destroy the tension she had been working hard to build. Ischarus continued to feign restraint for several more seconds until the flames of the nearby candles had been almost completely extinguished.
Only then did Charis speak slowly and deliberately. “I sensed your movement through the magical light of your sword. I have restrained you according to the power that I have absorbed by the flames. Now see what else the flames have given to me!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Rhema focused hard on the flames and caused them all to extinguish simultaneously. The tavern suddenly had a circle of darkness around where Charis stood. The light from the outermost tables and the lamps hung along the wall did continue to cast some light toward Charis, but it was still noticeably darker around Charis and Ischarus. Only the light from Ischarus’ sword cast illumination near Charis with any authority.
Once the flames were extinguished, Charis closed her eyes completely and appeared to concentrate. Semeion smiled, enjoying the performance from his invisible location. He spoke yet another magical command once the flames were eliminated. “Tok-skrie Ah-su “
Charis began to grow in size. Her arms, legs, head and torso doubled. She grew so large as to have her head rub against the rafters supporting the rooftop above. The weapons that hung from her belt continued to grow as well and they were no longer hidden underneath the folds of her traveling cloak. She laughed as each dimension of her body size quite literally doubled. “Would you care to challenge me now, puny man? Do you now think yourself so great that you think you can avoid my power? Do you think you can defeat someone who draws power from the very essence of flame?”
Ischarus sat speechless. In fact, the whole tavern was speechless. Wolf stood behind his bar enraptured by the proceedings. There was no doubt that Rhema’s control over him had helped to draw him in as well as to keep him from interfering. Now, they could be sure that everyone in the inn would not forget this performance. They would not forget the Darkbringer.
Charis also knew that it was time to unveil the purpose of their performance. She smiled with dark intent. “If you value your life and if you value this pitiful little town, you will find me the one that I seek before it is too late. Do you understand me? If you take much more time, it will be too late.”
Ischarus nodded slowly. His eyes glanced around the portion of the tavern than he could safely examine without turning his head. Most of the patrons were nodding with him. They were caught, and Charis had given the performance of her life. Perhaps most importantly, it appeared as though she enjoyed it, too.
Charis glanced towards Ischarus’ weapon. She smiled as she saw how limply the sword hung in his hand. His elbow appeared to be pinned to the arm of his wooden chair and the hilt of the sword bent his wrist awkwardly. Had he not been so skilled with the art of sword fighting his wrist would have been broken under the strain of supporting the sword at that angle. Even with his training, Charis knew that the position still could not have been pleasant.
Charis’ eyes focused upon the sword as she looked down upon the table from her tall stature. Semeion’s spell was ticking down in effectiveness and timing would be everything. She knew it was time for the dramatic conclusion. “If you value your arm, drop your sword before your wrist breaks.” A thud could be heard as Ischarus capitulated. The tip of the sword struck the wooden floor first and was followed by the hilt.
Charis grinned as she focused on the blade. “Alaxai Pargoth.” The words were utter nonsense and she knew it. She knew that Semeion would recognize the words as nonsense as well. But so long as there weren’t any promising mages in the audience she was safe.
As she spoke the words of nonsense, she dismissed her own effect of the light spell upon Ischarus’ weapon. The blade faded as the light bled away into darkness. From the outsider’s perspective, it looked as though she had absorbed the magic of the blade just as she had done against the flame of the oil lamp. The effect was to make her appear incredibly powerful.
Once the blade appeared to be a normal iron in color she spoke once more. “You know who it is that I seek. You will find Bloodseeker. You will find Bloodseeker and tell him to meet me in Huetown. Bloodseeker will know the place.”
Ischarus allowed his jaw to drop open as if in awe of her power. Mindlessly he allowed his head to bob up and down in a slow nod. After a dozen or more seconds, his eyes finally blinked. “Yes, ma’am. Bloodseeker. Huetown.”
Charis narrowed her eyes in Ischarus’ direction. She knew that Semeion’s spell that made her larger than normal was due to wear off at any moment. “Do not fail me again. If we ever have to meet again I will drain more than the magic of your sword. You will find out another reason they call me the Darkbringer.”
Semeion knew the verbal cue. There could be no doubt. The message had been delivered. Her false power had been demonstrated in a way that made it unforgettable. From his invisible position upon the table he allowed the magical command to slip passed his lips. “Cathra soon-Utal.”
A thick vapor rose up from the ground and seeped through the floorboards of the tavern. Within seconds the midst had made it impossible to see within the entire inn. Visibility had effectively been reduced to zero. Semeion had not given thought to the light of the oil lamps upon the wall, but they only added to the spooky vapor. The light from the lamps was refracted so much that it looked as though will o’ wisps floating through the air.
Semeion quickly dismissed his control over the spell that he had used to enlarge Charis as Darkbringer. Immediately she shrank back to her original size. Seconds later he heard the door to the inn creak open and he left the table and ran to the door. He saw his disguised wife holding the door open for him. He touched her elbow as he passed by and released the magical effect that had changed Charis’ appearance to match the Darkbringer.
Once Charis was sure that Semeion had passed her by, she closed the door and approached the road. She watched as Semeion allowed himself to reappear. He approached her and nodded to the horses. Although it felt completely unnatural, it was important that they left Fingerdale alone. They didn’t dare risk meeting up with Ischarus and Rhema until they were back in Huetown.
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Ischarus tried to disguise his voice under a frail level of fear. “Please, Darkbringer. Do not injure me. I did the best that I could. I am no lush, but I did focus my search in the taverns of this city. I thought that would be the best place for me to be able to find the one that you are looking for!” His cry was difficult to pull off, because Ischarus was unaccustomed to feeling fear that extensively.
Rhema knew full well that the act was working, however. With Charis turned into the Darkbringer, she would appear more menacing by appearing to be able to disguise her appearance. She also knew that with Semeion’s and her own powers naturally feeding off of Charis’ innate charisma, she would give a much more powerful presentation. Her powers would seem greater than they actually were and this would make her performance memorable. Ischarus’ apparent crumbling before her power would only add credence to the unbelievable.
Charis’ tone continued to increase. “Do you now see the power that you have so casually dismissed in your feeble attempts to hop from bar to bar in search of the one I seek? You thought that my task would be easily dismissed and that you would be allowed to have pleasant afternoons drinking ale while reporting nothing back to me! But I have caught on to your schemes and I will be taken advantage of no longer!”
Rhema knew that Charis was building her presentation to a head now. She seemed to grow quite angry and this would allow Rhema to begin to demonstrate her own range of powers. Rhema cautiously stayed by the front door as she scanned the room. The patrons were now focused on Charis, but they would recognize her as an associate belonging to that table. Rhema intentionally hung back from the door to make it appear as though she was afraid to step into the path of Charis’ tirade. In truth, Rhema was focusing on the nearby oil lamps and torches.
As Rhema focused, the flames from the lamp on the surrounding tables began to grow almost unnaturally large. They didn’t appear to be consuming more oil as they grew in intensity. However, there was no disputing that the flames were increasing in size. What should have been a normal one inch flame now leapt three to four inches off of the end of the wick.
Charis smiled as she saw the increase in flame. Of course, the patrons within the tavern actually saw Darkbringer smile on account of Semeion’s magical transformation. The smile seemed to be one of pure evil pleasure. Ischarus slouched within his seat as if to draw back from the unnatural display of pyrotechnics. Charis stood tall as the flames increased and held her hands out from her side. She cupped her hands as if her fingers were to form a basin.
Ischarus parted his mouth as if to speak, but Charis did not give him the opportunity. “Do you know why they call me Darkbringer? They call me Darkbringer because I have the ability to use light to my advantage. I’ll give you a simple demonstration.”
Rhema focused in on the enlarged flame nearest to Charis’ position. She used her power over the flame to set the flame into motion. The flame left the wick and the oil behind it, but it continued to burn in midair as it crossed over the small space between itself and Charis’ hand. Rhema positioned the flame so that it appeared to be nestled within the cup that Charis’ palm and fingers had formed.
Charis laughed in a slow manner. The laugh demonstrated that she was enjoying the act. “See this flame here? This flame can normally provide light and give off a slight amount of heat. In fact, many people would eventually be burned if they drew this close to the flame for this long. However, this flame gives me power. I can draw off the presence of this very flame and grow stronger. By absorbing its essence, I will cast you in darkness and grow even stronger.”
Rhema slowly moved the flame back to the wick from which it had been taken. Once it had been successfully returned to the oil, Charis lifted her arms and hands out and above her shoulders and spoke in a commanding tone. “Now watch, as you see true power!”
Ischarus slowly pushed her chair back from the table as if in fear. He didn’t rise from his seated position, however. He didn’t want to yet instigate conflict. Rather, he simply wanted to make it appear that he was indeed quite nervous. His eyes opened wide as Charis lifted her arms as if to worship the flame around her.
Rhema took her cue from Ischarus. Using her power to control the magical flame she returned the large flames to their normal size. Once they had been reduced back to a believable size, Rhema focused even harder to push the flames smaller. They appeared to dwindle as Charis focused her attention.
Semeion waited for Charis to play out the act. As the flames decreased in size, Charis began to emit a low humming sound as though she were driving herself into a deep state of meditation. As she hummed, she slowly closed her eyes as if to enter into a trance.
With the closing of Charis’ eyes, Ischarus knew that it would be most believable to strike now. Ischarus drew his sword out of his scabbard and slowly began to rise quietly. With Ischarus’ sword out of the scabbard, the inn was bathed in the magical light that Charis had placed upon it earlier.
Charis smiled as her spell creating light upon the sword told her that Ischarus was moving. She struck out her hand as if to force Ischarus back into the chair. The table was wide enough that Ischarus was no danger of being hit. However, as Ischarus saw Charis strike towards him he acted as though he was pushed back into the chair and restrained their by some hidden force. In apparent surprise, Ischarus spoke. “But, how?”
Charis continued to smile, but did not interrupt her humming. She did not want to grant the patrons of the tavern the answer which would prematurely destroy the tension she had been working hard to build. Ischarus continued to feign restraint for several more seconds until the flames of the nearby candles had been almost completely extinguished.
Only then did Charis speak slowly and deliberately. “I sensed your movement through the magical light of your sword. I have restrained you according to the power that I have absorbed by the flames. Now see what else the flames have given to me!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Rhema focused hard on the flames and caused them all to extinguish simultaneously. The tavern suddenly had a circle of darkness around where Charis stood. The light from the outermost tables and the lamps hung along the wall did continue to cast some light toward Charis, but it was still noticeably darker around Charis and Ischarus. Only the light from Ischarus’ sword cast illumination near Charis with any authority.
Once the flames were extinguished, Charis closed her eyes completely and appeared to concentrate. Semeion smiled, enjoying the performance from his invisible location. He spoke yet another magical command once the flames were eliminated. “Tok-skrie Ah-su “
Charis began to grow in size. Her arms, legs, head and torso doubled. She grew so large as to have her head rub against the rafters supporting the rooftop above. The weapons that hung from her belt continued to grow as well and they were no longer hidden underneath the folds of her traveling cloak. She laughed as each dimension of her body size quite literally doubled. “Would you care to challenge me now, puny man? Do you now think yourself so great that you think you can avoid my power? Do you think you can defeat someone who draws power from the very essence of flame?”
Ischarus sat speechless. In fact, the whole tavern was speechless. Wolf stood behind his bar enraptured by the proceedings. There was no doubt that Rhema’s control over him had helped to draw him in as well as to keep him from interfering. Now, they could be sure that everyone in the inn would not forget this performance. They would not forget the Darkbringer.
Charis also knew that it was time to unveil the purpose of their performance. She smiled with dark intent. “If you value your life and if you value this pitiful little town, you will find me the one that I seek before it is too late. Do you understand me? If you take much more time, it will be too late.”
Ischarus nodded slowly. His eyes glanced around the portion of the tavern than he could safely examine without turning his head. Most of the patrons were nodding with him. They were caught, and Charis had given the performance of her life. Perhaps most importantly, it appeared as though she enjoyed it, too.
Charis glanced towards Ischarus’ weapon. She smiled as she saw how limply the sword hung in his hand. His elbow appeared to be pinned to the arm of his wooden chair and the hilt of the sword bent his wrist awkwardly. Had he not been so skilled with the art of sword fighting his wrist would have been broken under the strain of supporting the sword at that angle. Even with his training, Charis knew that the position still could not have been pleasant.
Charis’ eyes focused upon the sword as she looked down upon the table from her tall stature. Semeion’s spell was ticking down in effectiveness and timing would be everything. She knew it was time for the dramatic conclusion. “If you value your arm, drop your sword before your wrist breaks.” A thud could be heard as Ischarus capitulated. The tip of the sword struck the wooden floor first and was followed by the hilt.
Charis grinned as she focused on the blade. “Alaxai Pargoth.” The words were utter nonsense and she knew it. She knew that Semeion would recognize the words as nonsense as well. But so long as there weren’t any promising mages in the audience she was safe.
As she spoke the words of nonsense, she dismissed her own effect of the light spell upon Ischarus’ weapon. The blade faded as the light bled away into darkness. From the outsider’s perspective, it looked as though she had absorbed the magic of the blade just as she had done against the flame of the oil lamp. The effect was to make her appear incredibly powerful.
Once the blade appeared to be a normal iron in color she spoke once more. “You know who it is that I seek. You will find Bloodseeker. You will find Bloodseeker and tell him to meet me in Huetown. Bloodseeker will know the place.”
Ischarus allowed his jaw to drop open as if in awe of her power. Mindlessly he allowed his head to bob up and down in a slow nod. After a dozen or more seconds, his eyes finally blinked. “Yes, ma’am. Bloodseeker. Huetown.”
Charis narrowed her eyes in Ischarus’ direction. She knew that Semeion’s spell that made her larger than normal was due to wear off at any moment. “Do not fail me again. If we ever have to meet again I will drain more than the magic of your sword. You will find out another reason they call me the Darkbringer.”
Semeion knew the verbal cue. There could be no doubt. The message had been delivered. Her false power had been demonstrated in a way that made it unforgettable. From his invisible position upon the table he allowed the magical command to slip passed his lips. “Cathra soon-Utal.”
A thick vapor rose up from the ground and seeped through the floorboards of the tavern. Within seconds the midst had made it impossible to see within the entire inn. Visibility had effectively been reduced to zero. Semeion had not given thought to the light of the oil lamps upon the wall, but they only added to the spooky vapor. The light from the lamps was refracted so much that it looked as though will o’ wisps floating through the air.
Semeion quickly dismissed his control over the spell that he had used to enlarge Charis as Darkbringer. Immediately she shrank back to her original size. Seconds later he heard the door to the inn creak open and he left the table and ran to the door. He saw his disguised wife holding the door open for him. He touched her elbow as he passed by and released the magical effect that had changed Charis’ appearance to match the Darkbringer.
Once Charis was sure that Semeion had passed her by, she closed the door and approached the road. She watched as Semeion allowed himself to reappear. He approached her and nodded to the horses. Although it felt completely unnatural, it was important that they left Fingerdale alone. They didn’t dare risk meeting up with Ischarus and Rhema until they were back in Huetown. [/Sblock]
Rhema knew full well that the act was working, however. With Charis turned into the Darkbringer, she would appear more menacing by appearing to be able to disguise her appearance. She also knew that with Semeion’s and her own powers naturally feeding off of Charis’ innate charisma, she would give a much more powerful presentation. Her powers would seem greater than they actually were and this would make her performance memorable. Ischarus’ apparent crumbling before her power would only add credence to the unbelievable.
Charis’ tone continued to increase. “Do you now see the power that you have so casually dismissed in your feeble attempts to hop from bar to bar in search of the one I seek? You thought that my task would be easily dismissed and that you would be allowed to have pleasant afternoons drinking ale while reporting nothing back to me! But I have caught on to your schemes and I will be taken advantage of no longer!”
Rhema knew that Charis was building her presentation to a head now. She seemed to grow quite angry and this would allow Rhema to begin to demonstrate her own range of powers. Rhema cautiously stayed by the front door as she scanned the room. The patrons were now focused on Charis, but they would recognize her as an associate belonging to that table. Rhema intentionally hung back from the door to make it appear as though she was afraid to step into the path of Charis’ tirade. In truth, Rhema was focusing on the nearby oil lamps and torches.
As Rhema focused, the flames from the lamp on the surrounding tables began to grow almost unnaturally large. They didn’t appear to be consuming more oil as they grew in intensity. However, there was no disputing that the flames were increasing in size. What should have been a normal one inch flame now leapt three to four inches off of the end of the wick.
Charis smiled as she saw the increase in flame. Of course, the patrons within the tavern actually saw Darkbringer smile on account of Semeion’s magical transformation. The smile seemed to be one of pure evil pleasure. Ischarus slouched within his seat as if to draw back from the unnatural display of pyrotechnics. Charis stood tall as the flames increased and held her hands out from her side. She cupped her hands as if her fingers were to form a basin.
Ischarus parted his mouth as if to speak, but Charis did not give him the opportunity. “Do you know why they call me Darkbringer? They call me Darkbringer because I have the ability to use light to my advantage. I’ll give you a simple demonstration.”
Rhema focused in on the enlarged flame nearest to Charis’ position. She used her power over the flame to set the flame into motion. The flame left the wick and the oil behind it, but it continued to burn in midair as it crossed over the small space between itself and Charis’ hand. Rhema positioned the flame so that it appeared to be nestled within the cup that Charis’ palm and fingers had formed.
Charis laughed in a slow manner. The laugh demonstrated that she was enjoying the act. “See this flame here? This flame can normally provide light and give off a slight amount of heat. In fact, many people would eventually be burned if they drew this close to the flame for this long. However, this flame gives me power. I can draw off the presence of this very flame and grow stronger. By absorbing its essence, I will cast you in darkness and grow even stronger.”
Rhema slowly moved the flame back to the wick from which it had been taken. Once it had been successfully returned to the oil, Charis lifted her arms and hands out and above her shoulders and spoke in a commanding tone. “Now watch, as you see true power!”
Ischarus slowly pushed her chair back from the table as if in fear. He didn’t rise from his seated position, however. He didn’t want to yet instigate conflict. Rather, he simply wanted to make it appear that he was indeed quite nervous. His eyes opened wide as Charis lifted her arms as if to worship the flame around her.
Rhema took her cue from Ischarus. Using her power to control the magical flame she returned the large flames to their normal size. Once they had been reduced back to a believable size, Rhema focused even harder to push the flames smaller. They appeared to dwindle as Charis focused her attention.
Semeion waited for Charis to play out the act. As the flames decreased in size, Charis began to emit a low humming sound as though she were driving herself into a deep state of meditation. As she hummed, she slowly closed her eyes as if to enter into a trance.
With the closing of Charis’ eyes, Ischarus knew that it would be most believable to strike now. Ischarus drew his sword out of his scabbard and slowly began to rise quietly. With Ischarus’ sword out of the scabbard, the inn was bathed in the magical light that Charis had placed upon it earlier.
Charis smiled as her spell creating light upon the sword told her that Ischarus was moving. She struck out her hand as if to force Ischarus back into the chair. The table was wide enough that Ischarus was no danger of being hit. However, as Ischarus saw Charis strike towards him he acted as though he was pushed back into the chair and restrained their by some hidden force. In apparent surprise, Ischarus spoke. “But, how?”
Charis continued to smile, but did not interrupt her humming. She did not want to grant the patrons of the tavern the answer which would prematurely destroy the tension she had been working hard to build. Ischarus continued to feign restraint for several more seconds until the flames of the nearby candles had been almost completely extinguished.
Only then did Charis speak slowly and deliberately. “I sensed your movement through the magical light of your sword. I have restrained you according to the power that I have absorbed by the flames. Now see what else the flames have given to me!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Rhema focused hard on the flames and caused them all to extinguish simultaneously. The tavern suddenly had a circle of darkness around where Charis stood. The light from the outermost tables and the lamps hung along the wall did continue to cast some light toward Charis, but it was still noticeably darker around Charis and Ischarus. Only the light from Ischarus’ sword cast illumination near Charis with any authority.
Once the flames were extinguished, Charis closed her eyes completely and appeared to concentrate. Semeion smiled, enjoying the performance from his invisible location. He spoke yet another magical command once the flames were eliminated. “Tok-skrie Ah-su “
Charis began to grow in size. Her arms, legs, head and torso doubled. She grew so large as to have her head rub against the rafters supporting the rooftop above. The weapons that hung from her belt continued to grow as well and they were no longer hidden underneath the folds of her traveling cloak. She laughed as each dimension of her body size quite literally doubled. “Would you care to challenge me now, puny man? Do you now think yourself so great that you think you can avoid my power? Do you think you can defeat someone who draws power from the very essence of flame?”
Ischarus sat speechless. In fact, the whole tavern was speechless. Wolf stood behind his bar enraptured by the proceedings. There was no doubt that Rhema’s control over him had helped to draw him in as well as to keep him from interfering. Now, they could be sure that everyone in the inn would not forget this performance. They would not forget the Darkbringer.
Charis also knew that it was time to unveil the purpose of their performance. She smiled with dark intent. “If you value your life and if you value this pitiful little town, you will find me the one that I seek before it is too late. Do you understand me? If you take much more time, it will be too late.”
Ischarus nodded slowly. His eyes glanced around the portion of the tavern than he could safely examine without turning his head. Most of the patrons were nodding with him. They were caught, and Charis had given the performance of her life. Perhaps most importantly, it appeared as though she enjoyed it, too.
Charis glanced towards Ischarus’ weapon. She smiled as she saw how limply the sword hung in his hand. His elbow appeared to be pinned to the arm of his wooden chair and the hilt of the sword bent his wrist awkwardly. Had he not been so skilled with the art of sword fighting his wrist would have been broken under the strain of supporting the sword at that angle. Even with his training, Charis knew that the position still could not have been pleasant.
Charis’ eyes focused upon the sword as she looked down upon the table from her tall stature. Semeion’s spell was ticking down in effectiveness and timing would be everything. She knew it was time for the dramatic conclusion. “If you value your arm, drop your sword before your wrist breaks.” A thud could be heard as Ischarus capitulated. The tip of the sword struck the wooden floor first and was followed by the hilt.
Charis grinned as she focused on the blade. “Alaxai Pargoth.” The words were utter nonsense and she knew it. She knew that Semeion would recognize the words as nonsense as well. But so long as there weren’t any promising mages in the audience she was safe.
As she spoke the words of nonsense, she dismissed her own effect of the light spell upon Ischarus’ weapon. The blade faded as the light bled away into darkness. From the outsider’s perspective, it looked as though she had absorbed the magic of the blade just as she had done against the flame of the oil lamp. The effect was to make her appear incredibly powerful.
Once the blade appeared to be a normal iron in color she spoke once more. “You know who it is that I seek. You will find Bloodseeker. You will find Bloodseeker and tell him to meet me in Huetown. Bloodseeker will know the place.”
Ischarus allowed his jaw to drop open as if in awe of her power. Mindlessly he allowed his head to bob up and down in a slow nod. After a dozen or more seconds, his eyes finally blinked. “Yes, ma’am. Bloodseeker. Huetown.”
Charis narrowed her eyes in Ischarus’ direction. She knew that Semeion’s spell that made her larger than normal was due to wear off at any moment. “Do not fail me again. If we ever have to meet again I will drain more than the magic of your sword. You will find out another reason they call me the Darkbringer.”
Semeion knew the verbal cue. There could be no doubt. The message had been delivered. Her false power had been demonstrated in a way that made it unforgettable. From his invisible position upon the table he allowed the magical command to slip passed his lips. “Cathra soon-Utal.”
A thick vapor rose up from the ground and seeped through the floorboards of the tavern. Within seconds the midst had made it impossible to see within the entire inn. Visibility had effectively been reduced to zero. Semeion had not given thought to the light of the oil lamps upon the wall, but they only added to the spooky vapor. The light from the lamps was refracted so much that it looked as though will o’ wisps floating through the air.
Semeion quickly dismissed his control over the spell that he had used to enlarge Charis as Darkbringer. Immediately she shrank back to her original size. Seconds later he heard the door to the inn creak open and he left the table and ran to the door. He saw his disguised wife holding the door open for him. He touched her elbow as he passed by and released the magical effect that had changed Charis’ appearance to match the Darkbringer.
Once Charis was sure that Semeion had passed her by, she closed the door and approached the road. She watched as Semeion allowed himself to reappear. He approached her and nodded to the horses. Although it felt completely unnatural, it was important that they left Fingerdale alone. They didn’t dare risk meeting up with Ischarus and Rhema until they were back in Huetown.
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Ischarus tried to disguise his voice under a frail level of fear. “Please, Darkbringer. Do not injure me. I did the best that I could. I am no lush, but I did focus my search in the taverns of this city. I thought that would be the best place for me to be able to find the one that you are looking for!” His cry was difficult to pull off, because Ischarus was unaccustomed to feeling fear that extensively.
Rhema knew full well that the act was working, however. With Charis turned into the Darkbringer, she would appear more menacing by appearing to be able to disguise her appearance. She also knew that with Semeion’s and her own powers naturally feeding off of Charis’ innate charisma, she would give a much more powerful presentation. Her powers would seem greater than they actually were and this would make her performance memorable. Ischarus’ apparent crumbling before her power would only add credence to the unbelievable.
Charis’ tone continued to increase. “Do you now see the power that you have so casually dismissed in your feeble attempts to hop from bar to bar in search of the one I seek? You thought that my task would be easily dismissed and that you would be allowed to have pleasant afternoons drinking ale while reporting nothing back to me! But I have caught on to your schemes and I will be taken advantage of no longer!”
Rhema knew that Charis was building her presentation to a head now. She seemed to grow quite angry and this would allow Rhema to begin to demonstrate her own range of powers. Rhema cautiously stayed by the front door as she scanned the room. The patrons were now focused on Charis, but they would recognize her as an associate belonging to that table. Rhema intentionally hung back from the door to make it appear as though she was afraid to step into the path of Charis’ tirade. In truth, Rhema was focusing on the nearby oil lamps and torches.
As Rhema focused, the flames from the lamp on the surrounding tables began to grow almost unnaturally large. They didn’t appear to be consuming more oil as they grew in intensity. However, there was no disputing that the flames were increasing in size. What should have been a normal one inch flame now leapt three to four inches off of the end of the wick.
Charis smiled as she saw the increase in flame. Of course, the patrons within the tavern actually saw Darkbringer smile on account of Semeion’s magical transformation. The smile seemed to be one of pure evil pleasure. Ischarus slouched within his seat as if to draw back from the unnatural display of pyrotechnics. Charis stood tall as the flames increased and held her hands out from her side. She cupped her hands as if her fingers were to form a basin.
Ischarus parted his mouth as if to speak, but Charis did not give him the opportunity. “Do you know why they call me Darkbringer? They call me Darkbringer because I have the ability to use light to my advantage. I’ll give you a simple demonstration.”
Rhema focused in on the enlarged flame nearest to Charis’ position. She used her power over the flame to set the flame into motion. The flame left the wick and the oil behind it, but it continued to burn in midair as it crossed over the small space between itself and Charis’ hand. Rhema positioned the flame so that it appeared to be nestled within the cup that Charis’ palm and fingers had formed.
Charis laughed in a slow manner. The laugh demonstrated that she was enjoying the act. “See this flame here? This flame can normally provide light and give off a slight amount of heat. In fact, many people would eventually be burned if they drew this close to the flame for this long. However, this flame gives me power. I can draw off the presence of this very flame and grow stronger. By absorbing its essence, I will cast you in darkness and grow even stronger.”
Rhema slowly moved the flame back to the wick from which it had been taken. Once it had been successfully returned to the oil, Charis lifted her arms and hands out and above her shoulders and spoke in a commanding tone. “Now watch, as you see true power!”
Ischarus slowly pushed her chair back from the table as if in fear. He didn’t rise from his seated position, however. He didn’t want to yet instigate conflict. Rather, he simply wanted to make it appear that he was indeed quite nervous. His eyes opened wide as Charis lifted her arms as if to worship the flame around her.
Rhema took her cue from Ischarus. Using her power to control the magical flame she returned the large flames to their normal size. Once they had been reduced back to a believable size, Rhema focused even harder to push the flames smaller. They appeared to dwindle as Charis focused her attention.
Semeion waited for Charis to play out the act. As the flames decreased in size, Charis began to emit a low humming sound as though she were driving herself into a deep state of meditation. As she hummed, she slowly closed her eyes as if to enter into a trance.
With the closing of Charis’ eyes, Ischarus knew that it would be most believable to strike now. Ischarus drew his sword out of his scabbard and slowly began to rise quietly. With Ischarus’ sword out of the scabbard, the inn was bathed in the magical light that Charis had placed upon it earlier.
Charis smiled as her spell creating light upon the sword told her that Ischarus was moving. She struck out her hand as if to force Ischarus back into the chair. The table was wide enough that Ischarus was no danger of being hit. However, as Ischarus saw Charis strike towards him he acted as though he was pushed back into the chair and restrained their by some hidden force. In apparent surprise, Ischarus spoke. “But, how?”
Charis continued to smile, but did not interrupt her humming. She did not want to grant the patrons of the tavern the answer which would prematurely destroy the tension she had been working hard to build. Ischarus continued to feign restraint for several more seconds until the flames of the nearby candles had been almost completely extinguished.
Only then did Charis speak slowly and deliberately. “I sensed your movement through the magical light of your sword. I have restrained you according to the power that I have absorbed by the flames. Now see what else the flames have given to me!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Rhema focused hard on the flames and caused them all to extinguish simultaneously. The tavern suddenly had a circle of darkness around where Charis stood. The light from the outermost tables and the lamps hung along the wall did continue to cast some light toward Charis, but it was still noticeably darker around Charis and Ischarus. Only the light from Ischarus’ sword cast illumination near Charis with any authority.
Once the flames were extinguished, Charis closed her eyes completely and appeared to concentrate. Semeion smiled, enjoying the performance from his invisible location. He spoke yet another magical command once the flames were eliminated. “Tok-skrie Ah-su “
Charis began to grow in size. Her arms, legs, head and torso doubled. She grew so large as to have her head rub against the rafters supporting the rooftop above. The weapons that hung from her belt continued to grow as well and they were no longer hidden underneath the folds of her traveling cloak. She laughed as each dimension of her body size quite literally doubled. “Would you care to challenge me now, puny man? Do you now think yourself so great that you think you can avoid my power? Do you think you can defeat someone who draws power from the very essence of flame?”
Ischarus sat speechless. In fact, the whole tavern was speechless. Wolf stood behind his bar enraptured by the proceedings. There was no doubt that Rhema’s control over him had helped to draw him in as well as to keep him from interfering. Now, they could be sure that everyone in the inn would not forget this performance. They would not forget the Darkbringer.
Charis also knew that it was time to unveil the purpose of their performance. She smiled with dark intent. “If you value your life and if you value this pitiful little town, you will find me the one that I seek before it is too late. Do you understand me? If you take much more time, it will be too late.”
Ischarus nodded slowly. His eyes glanced around the portion of the tavern than he could safely examine without turning his head. Most of the patrons were nodding with him. They were caught, and Charis had given the performance of her life. Perhaps most importantly, it appeared as though she enjoyed it, too.
Charis glanced towards Ischarus’ weapon. She smiled as she saw how limply the sword hung in his hand. His elbow appeared to be pinned to the arm of his wooden chair and the hilt of the sword bent his wrist awkwardly. Had he not been so skilled with the art of sword fighting his wrist would have been broken under the strain of supporting the sword at that angle. Even with his training, Charis knew that the position still could not have been pleasant.
Charis’ eyes focused upon the sword as she looked down upon the table from her tall stature. Semeion’s spell was ticking down in effectiveness and timing would be everything. She knew it was time for the dramatic conclusion. “If you value your arm, drop your sword before your wrist breaks.” A thud could be heard as Ischarus capitulated. The tip of the sword struck the wooden floor first and was followed by the hilt.
Charis grinned as she focused on the blade. “Alaxai Pargoth.” The words were utter nonsense and she knew it. She knew that Semeion would recognize the words as nonsense as well. But so long as there weren’t any promising mages in the audience she was safe.
As she spoke the words of nonsense, she dismissed her own effect of the light spell upon Ischarus’ weapon. The blade faded as the light bled away into darkness. From the outsider’s perspective, it looked as though she had absorbed the magic of the blade just as she had done against the flame of the oil lamp. The effect was to make her appear incredibly powerful.
Once the blade appeared to be a normal iron in color she spoke once more. “You know who it is that I seek. You will find Bloodseeker. You will find Bloodseeker and tell him to meet me in Huetown. Bloodseeker will know the place.”
Ischarus allowed his jaw to drop open as if in awe of her power. Mindlessly he allowed his head to bob up and down in a slow nod. After a dozen or more seconds, his eyes finally blinked. “Yes, ma’am. Bloodseeker. Huetown.”
Charis narrowed her eyes in Ischarus’ direction. She knew that Semeion’s spell that made her larger than normal was due to wear off at any moment. “Do not fail me again. If we ever have to meet again I will drain more than the magic of your sword. You will find out another reason they call me the Darkbringer.”
Semeion knew the verbal cue. There could be no doubt. The message had been delivered. Her false power had been demonstrated in a way that made it unforgettable. From his invisible position upon the table he allowed the magical command to slip passed his lips. “Cathra soon-Utal.”
A thick vapor rose up from the ground and seeped through the floorboards of the tavern. Within seconds the midst had made it impossible to see within the entire inn. Visibility had effectively been reduced to zero. Semeion had not given thought to the light of the oil lamps upon the wall, but they only added to the spooky vapor. The light from the lamps was refracted so much that it looked as though will o’ wisps floating through the air.
Semeion quickly dismissed his control over the spell that he had used to enlarge Charis as Darkbringer. Immediately she shrank back to her original size. Seconds later he heard the door to the inn creak open and he left the table and ran to the door. He saw his disguised wife holding the door open for him. He touched her elbow as he passed by and released the magical effect that had changed Charis’ appearance to match the Darkbringer.
Once Charis was sure that Semeion had passed her by, she closed the door and approached the road. She watched as Semeion allowed himself to reappear. He approached her and nodded to the horses. Although it felt completely unnatural, it was important that they left Fingerdale alone. They didn’t dare risk meeting up with Ischarus and Rhema until they were back in Huetown. [/Sblock]