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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6817639" data-attributes="member: 6777052">"What do you make of that?" Rylnethaz asked BoldItalic a little later. "Was he another spy, sent by Gil-Galad, or just a wandering idiot?""We should assume he was dangerous," was the cautious reply. "He may have arrived by the stairway before we demolished it, or he may have teleported in, perhaps using Heian's thoughts as a key to focus on. Now that Heian is no longer alive that way is closed, but the sorcerer himself, or something he was carrying, could allow more to arrive. You should execute him immediately to prevent any possibly rescue attempt. Also, we must destroy all his belongings or a least bury them inaccessibly. I have dispelled the magic from his orb, so that is now safe.""So. Come with me to the dungeons. You may be able to learn something from him before I strike off his miserable head.""I know how you feel about mind-reading, but do I have your permission to use it on the sorcerer? It may be the only safe way to interrogate him. We cannot risk letting him speak or use his hands to write anything down.""Oh, very well. Needs must, I suppose."The sorcerer, though bound, gagged and chained to the wall, seemed strangely unconcerned by his situation. He had ceased to struggle against his confinement but his arrogance was undiminished, as if he seemed confident of release. BoldItalic cast a mind-reading spell and the sorcerer tried to scramble his own thoughts by mentally reciting the words of a children's rhyme over and over again. But something leaked through."Strike now!" called BoldItalic urgently. Rylnethaz struck off the sorcerer's head so swiftly that BoldItalic did not have time to withdraw his contact with dying brain. He fell to the ground, clutching the sides of his head."Are you alright?" asked Rylnethaz urgently, "What has he done to you?"BoldItalic stood up slowly, looking grey-faced. "I have experienced sudden death," he said quietly. "It was ... not as I had always imagined. It ... doesn't actually hurt. Something else takes over. Something ... I cannot describe. Afterwards, there is peace."Rylnethaz didn't quite know what to say. BoldItalic had changed and become, somehow, stronger. He seemed to radiate a quiet sort of power that was imperturbable. "You need to talk to Clotbert," Rylnethaz suggested. "Meanwhile, what do we do with this corpse? Is it safe to bury it, along with its head and all its belongings?""Mmm? Oh, leave it to me. Go back upstairs and see if Clotbert is back yet." It was rather impolite of BoldItalic to order the king about like that, but Rylnethaz put it down to shock and left. When he had gone, BoldItalic cast a spell on the sorcerer's orb and tossed in on the floor of the cell. He quickly went out, slamming and locking the door behind him, and retreated some distance around a corner. There was a bright flash of red light as a fireball errupted inside the cell and reduced the corpse and everything else to ashes. "Do not unlock that door," he said to a gaoler who came running down to see what was happening, "Have it bricked up."</blockquote>

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