The Reconquista: Part I (Shadows over Istivin)

Reivik rests the mighty Bar against his shoulder, a confused look upon his craggy features as he considers the luxuriously appointed cell. "Who is this Dark Master of which you speak? And who are you?" asks the dwarf, his curiousity piqued my the man's words.
 

log in or register to remove this ad

Latalya

Latalya stands at the entrance to this most unexpected 'prison' chamber. She watches the unkempt figure and wonders about this whole incident, while the others ask their questions.
 

Morley

Stopping in front of the cell, Morley is unsure what to make of the strange figure in the gilded cage. He strokes his beard and considers as other begin to speak.
 

Mavic's mouth drops in complete and utter amazement, as he slowly drops to one knee as if the wind were pulled slowly from a sail.

"M'lord Marquis...I-I'm unsure of what to say. I had assumed you dead."

The color in Mavic's face refuses to return from where it has drained away.

"Who has imprisoned you thusly, and to what end?"
 

The prisoner's half-glazed eyes dart over to the kneeling wizard and study him. For a second you can almost see him grappling with a long-forgotten idea. The look of concentration quickly passes as he pulls his feet up onto the throne and stretches out his arms in a gesture of command.

"Yes, yes!" he screeches gleefully, "I am the Mad Marquis, true ruler of Istivin. Bow down before me, imbeciles, before the Dark One smites you down where you stand!" His wild eyes gleam with undisguised menace and arrogance as he gestured for you all to prostrate yourselves.

"I am the way and the portal, I am the Voice of the Master! I alone have walked the ways of the Master! Stupendous and unheard-of splendors await me below, and I shall seek them soon," he gibbers.

"Ia-R'lyehl Cihuiha flgagnl id Ia!" He screams these words and begins to cackle and wail, tears streaming from his inward-gazing eyes, his hands gripping the arms of the throne, knuckles white.
 

The words seem to slam into Mavic like physical blows. Softly, he speaks -

"Eshanna, can you heal him," he whispers.

" I might M'lord Larigne, if I have prayed for the Lady's Blessings that counter what has been done. Else, she unconsciously fingers her ruined face,"...Else, if it not be a curse that slights him, then only time and mercy will."

"Sometimes madness isn't a curse though, it's a blessing that someone imagines to make the dark go away," Eshanna tries to explain.
 
Last edited:

Latalya

“Sounds more like he rather willfully embraced whatever dark things he was offered... and lost his mind for that. But we cannot leave him here like this. Marquis you say? Who is he?”
 




Remove ads

Top