Post by Valkryn Valdrin Jabbuk on Oct 8, 2006 15:27:47 GMT -5
Valkryn remained kneeling eyes cast downward in respect as shadows swirled about him growing thicker which each passing moment. He sensed the growing anger lingering in the musty air of the darkened temple of the Tower Of Shadows. He dare not raise his gaze even as a form coalesced before him.
“Stand Up!!!” boomed the voice of the immense Shadowed Lord. “You are tainted, My Chosen.”
Valkryn slowly rose to his feet, his eyes lowered in respect for his God, yet his customarily quirk a brow at that remark as his God took form before him. “Tainted?” House Navere's Weapons Master dared to raise his eyes.
The Shadowed Lord encircled his Chosen as he spoke, his voice a cold whisper. “You have been touched by my pregnant dog mother’s smell! Can you not feel the sickening taint, the weakness upon your soul .... Malas DeVir?”
Valkryn did not flinch at the words - or the mentioning of his true name - but boldly replied, “I assure you, my Shadow Lord Vhaeraun, my allegiance is yours, the path I walk is yours.” His mind drifted to thoughts of his beautiful Bonded, Gia, the one he called Matron, friend and lover and more importantly, part of his heart and soul. The Two Had committed the Anicent Elven rites of the Bond .. something unheard of within Drow Society. He truely loved her and she him .. they both were now a part of each other always .. but such acts publicly known can lead to to death and they both had much to lose as much as they had gained. So He buried his thoughts deep, hoping they were not detected.
Vhaeraun whirled on the Ul'Veldruk, it's immense shadowed form engulfing the room. “Your path is mine, your allegiance is mine, but the taint is within you!! Either you are mine or you are not ... Make your choice ...”
Valkryn felt the words slam into his chest. The drow people, the Ilythiiri, the ones he had fought for, the future ... a drow nation without Lloth’s tyranny, Lloth's slavery of his race, a place on the surface again ... and a place where he could be with Gia openly, freely without being hunted. Vhaeraun’s path could accomplish all of those things and more. It has Been a Goal of his Since He Was a Child., He viewed Lolth as a uncaring Puppet Mistress. placing Drow Against Drow for her own callous and curel amusements. Together, united they could be a force to be feared, but the Spider Queen, the Lady of Chaos prefered to keep the Drow race as pawns in her little chess games. Freedom would be a great victory for the drow nation currently ensnared in Lloth’s great web. Valkryn tore himself away from his thoughts and boldly stepped forward, crossing his arms in traditional symbol of surrender. Bowing low Valkryn gazed into the dark eyes of his God, picking his words extremely carefully. “I am your chosen, Vhaeraun. I always have been.”
“Kneel!!” the divine Shadow whispered as he raised his hands before him. “It is such a small part of your soul Chosen. This will only hurt a little bit.” He grinned coldly as Valkryn knelt before him. He marveled at this one’s pride, so bold, so unafraid ... so unflinching as he held his gaze upon him.
Valkryn gazed up at the shadowed form of Vhaeraun's Avatar looming over him. Refusing to turn away he held his kneeling position. His hands gripped in tight fists as he closed his eyes tightly. Shadows swirled suddenly, faster and faster about the room. Valkryn fought the growing dizziness and kept his eyes focused on the Divine form before him. A voice boomed loudly throughout the temple, shaking its very foundation. Valkryn staggered but managed to keep his feet. An icy grip clamped down upon his wrist and a voice seared into his soul. He did not pull away but held his footing.
The voice roared in satisfaction, “You hand or her soul, the choice must be made!!” Silence settled for a brief moment, but only brief. Sparks flashed around his wrist, coursing painfully up his arm. Valkryn clenched his teeth but could not stifle his cries. Shadows slowly dissipated and his breath came in ragged gasps as the pain subsided. A final shiver ran through him and seemed to settle on his right wrist. Valkryn focused his eyes upon his wrist still held tightly in Vhaeraun’s grasp. It seemed marked and somehow felt more substantial then before.
Vhaeraun tugged at the Weapon Master’s hand to keep the drow from drifting into unconsciousness. “It is done.” Valkryn weakly focused on his God. His other hand reached across his waist to stroke the hilt of the blade called “Shadow”. The Masked Lord smiled, but then gave another quick tug bring the drifting man back to consciousness. “The people depend on you. Do what you must to see this path through. Fail me and your hand may be the only thing you do not lose.” With that Vhaeraun released his grip upon his Chosen and watched in satisfaction as the drow crumbled to the temple floor unconscious.
Vhaeraun smiled. “Do you understand?” When the House Navere Weapons Master nodded, the Masked Lord continued, “Fail me again, chosen and it shall be yours AND her souls.”
Valkryn glanced up suddenly his eyes narrowing. “Fail you? How have I failed you? I have followed the path you have laid out before me.”
Vhaeraun’s eyes flashed angrily. “Do not hide a portion of a divided soul in your heart again! Do not presume to allow my mother’s taint to touch you. You are MINE, chosen. Don’t let her sully my possession again!” Grinning suddenly he placed his hands around Valkryn’s throat, squeezing in a promise. “Use your tools, as I use mine. Walk my path, cleanse your people!”
Valkryn gasped, his breath uneven, as Vhaeraun’s hand tightened around him. Grinning coldly to emphasize the point, Vhaeraun shoved the drow backwards before releasing him.
................
Valkryn recalled that night as if it had been just yesterday. He Flexed his Hand, covered by a black leather, spiked Glaive, the same hand that not only his Lord "enhance" but marked to show his Bond with Gia. Now it played vividly over and over in his mind. He thought of Gia, who remained safe within House Navere. Though they hadn’t touched or shared one embrace in awhile now, He still dreamt of her at night, connecting with her in Reverie. He loved her very much. And then there was Elora and Valas, Gia's beautiful Half-drow daughter that had become his student, and He & Gia's only Son thought Lost to them both ages ago - only to be returned. An Old Mystic that he had known for Ages untold now spoken to him in the forest of Mir, had been like a warning beacon to him. “You have angered him in’she’lenya, he came to me in a vision.”
Valkryn tried to make light of the words she had spoken, but in truth he knew what was in store for him. Boldly he approached the House temple. kneeling at the altar, Muttering a prayer, was Nilan Velg’larn - leader of Chaka Navere's Vanguard. Gia's Sister had Sent a unit of her own Vanguard to Help Protect Gia ... And this one It Turned Out, was the Leader of the Group. Valkryn found out House Baenre sent him to Chaka's ranks as 'a Gift for Loyalty'. Valkryn Had watched This One Carefully And immediately spotted the signs, a Drow Judicator, a self-appointed Male Champion of Lolth. The Weapons Master never once played his hand, never once let on that He knew ... and just waited ...
Nilan Velg’larn exitted the room, scowling as he approached Valkryn. “What is it you wait for, Qu'el'saruk?”
Valkryn glanced up, looking deep into the cold eyes of the Champion of Lolth. “I have failed my task, I am here for forgiveness and to accept what is due me. I wish to attune my failure to the Lady Of Chaos ...” was all the House Navere Qu'el'saruk said before he lowered his gaze, mocking respect.
“Then you shall,” came Velg’larn's chilling reply.
The Drow Judicator offered to enter the temple but Valkryn Stopped Him, Smiling. “No ... I have something Better for the Goddess ... I know where Followers of the Masked Lord worship ...” Velg’larn looked at him funny. He had been sent by House Baenre to spy on House Navere, to ensure their loyalty to the Goddess. After all, A Noble Family with Standing in Both Menzobbarrazan AND Ched Nasad, as Well as Control Of one of the Outter Smaller Cities could possibly be a threat.
Valkryn Lead Him Out Of the Estate, Through Some Secret Tunnels and passage waysthat only this Weapon Master seemed to know. Matron Baenre said to keep an eye on this one as the Spider Queen had warned of this man ... and now Velg’larn saw why. There was moreto this man that what heappeared to be. After Following Him For Sometime, They Ended up within the Wilds of har'oloth, in a Cavern that seemed Unnaturally Dark.
“Wait There ..” Valkryn said, Pointing To a crop of Boulders, a place to hide.
"Why Should I? We Should Eradicate these Non-believers - these TRAITORS - Now and show them the Folly of Their Blasephemous Beliefs. In fact, we Should have brought soldiers with us," Velg’larn's pointed out.
Valkryn wasalready getting annoyed with this one's thingyy arrogance. He held Up his hand, shaking his Head. “I have Already Established a connection with them .. THEYwill not Come BUT I have a Added Surprise. I am to be Judged by their ..” He thought on how he was going to say this. “... their God”
Nilan looked at Him curiously as He Took his spot hiding among the rocks. If Anything, he Could Kill this Valkryn And Proclaim Him a Traitor and Be rid of him he figured. Valkryn donned a black cloth mask, raising his hands as he silently chanted calling forth the shadows. Nilan looked up, his vision blurred as shadows began to swirl about the Judicator and The Weapons Master in a thick black cloak. Darkness flowed evenly over them until the transformation was complete. The Masked Lord had arrived.
“Valkryn!!!”
“My lord,” Valkryn stated, unflinching as he gazed up at Vhaeraun as Nilan Velg’larn glared at Him, reaching For His weapon but Suddenly Froze .. Unable To Move from his hiding place. The Weapons Master started to speak, but Vhaeraun raised a dark hand silencing him.
“You have presumed much of late, my Chosen. Presumed to know my will and what is meant to be. Your failure is but an instance. This was but a test put to you and you nearly failed by attempting to destroy this green surface being,” the Masked Lord sneered, his form moving to loom over his reverent Chosen. “Thank your recent actions within the realms of Dragonshire for more than your life, but for the continued existence of our soul.”
Reaching down, Vhaeraun angrily placed a shadowed hand around Valkryn's throat forcing him to look upon him as he Smirked in the direction of the Judicator before continuing, “You would not like becoming a drider in the service of my Mother.”
Valkryn shivered at the thought. Death in any form would be more pleasant than that fate. He groaned shaking the eerie thought from his addled mind. He thought of Gia and their unborn child. Surely they was safe in her walled estate of House Navere. And What of Elora and Valas? And then of the warning “You have angered him in’she’lenya…”
The Masked Lord glared angrily, “You have failed because you allow your heart to interfere. You continue to waste your time on my mother’s pets. The cat known as Gia Navere will not follow me.” Vhaeraun paused allowing the words to hit home. “Yet another task you have failed. You heart - this BOND you both share - weakens your soul. Your people depend upon your action.”
Valkryn spread his hands open wide before him. He lowered his gaze as he spoke. “I only did what I thought best for the people. I accept the consequences of that, whatever they might be. But I assure you, my Lord, the Bond does NOT weaken my soul ... if Anything, her Strength is Added to my own and only furthers our Goals.”
Vhaeraun smiled coldly before pulling the drow to his feet. “Then you remember the words we last spoke and the consequences of failure.”
Valkryn stoically held Vhaeraun’s gaze as the shadowed figure whispered the once spoken words. “Fail me again, Chosen and it shall be your hand or our souls.”
“Do not take vengeance upon Gia. She is not the weakness ... My touch is a curse. But Is our love for each other a curse? I think Not Masked Lord but If my soul is weak, then I shall prove my strength - even to YOU and her pregnant dog Goddess. I had taken her in annicent union for our our entire race, bonded with her.” Valkryn stammered the words from his dry throat as Nilan Velg’larn realized Why House Baenre had Sent him ... such a union was not only prohibited but .. UN-NATURAL in their society and It Disgusted him.
There were others he longed to say but these he said in silence instead. “Wun ssinssriggin dos Usstan haruk dos, lu' thus p'wal Usstan ssinssrigg dos ji mzilt, Usstan xun l' er'griff klez Usstan shlu'ta ulu ser dosst quortek sreen'aur. Evagna uns'aa, Gia ...”
Valkryn glanced up at the Masked Lord before speaking. I will not take it. They say Drow were never meant to love but I know other-wise. Their souls are Their own, you have this soul.” He Unhooked His Weapons Belt, dropping on the floor as Vhaeraun marveled at this one’s pride, so bold, so unafraid ... so unflinching as he held a blackened blade above him.
Nilan Velg’larn hads heard enough as he drew his weapon and lunged to attack, screaming out “TRAITORS!!” Valkryn's movements were blindingly quick, so Quick, that Velg’larn didn't even believe it at first. Valkryn had quickly Spun around to the Side as if he fully expected the Attack. so quick that The Judicator did not see the thrust, Nilan felt the blackened blade tear into his chest. Crying out in sudden agony he couldn’t suppress, Velg’larn felt himself falling but the wicked blade still within his chest. The only cry heard was one that was torn from the Judicator’s throat. A cry of intense agony as a sudden shiver of pain coursed through Nilan’s body, dropping the proud male to his knees. Vhaeraun grinned evilly as a sudden light pulsed from his arm, coursing through the blade causing the Judicator to shudder violently as the impaled blade did its work. Writhing in pain, Nilan Velg’larn gasped aloud, as a treasured part of his soul was cleaved, and left trembling and dying inside him.
Vhaeraun held the blade in place and watched as the Judicator weakened, his violent shuddering slowly dissipating. Gasping, Nilan gazed up at the god with pain filled eyes, his hand helplessly gripping at the blade thrust deep within his chest as Valkryn domnned another mask - a black onyx Skull Mask .. the Face of Menzobbarrazan's most hunted Assassin - Manga Ra
Vhaeraun smiled coldly at Valkryn, “You are free of the taint of my Mother.” Bending low the Masked Lord whispered, “I hope you are certain that your lover sacrifices her path as much as you, my Chosen. It seems you have two hearts to tame with that dagger.”
Valkryn looked up into his god’s eyes. For a moment the two held each other’s gaze, but a vicious twist from Vhaeraun tore the blackened blade free of the Judicator. Velg’larn failed to stifle a cry and reached out with both hands catching his falling body as Valkryn Approached him, slowly unsheathing the black and purple blade of his deadly enchanted Katana.
Vhaeraun folded his arms before him eyeing his Chosen. “Do you understand?” Valkryn silently asked Velg’larn “House Navere is in preparation for the New Arrival. and yet, To bless this Child, sacrifices are needed. we walk a thin dangerous line here .. Between your Spider Queen and my Shadow Lord. Yes, Illharess gia knows my religious beliefs, and has accepted them, as I have of hers. However, This New Child needs a blessing .. from both and more ... So I should thank you.”
Velg’larn clutched his chest and looked up confused trying to say something but He couldn't ... all he felt was Cold. Vhaeraun smiled, his hand reaching down to rest upon his Chosen’s shoulder. “Your soul no longer belongs to my mother .. but to me.”
“Your destiny, your path will be fulfilled, my lord. You need not harm her or Elora, ... or my son Valas” Valkryn proudly eyed the altar. raised His enchanted weapon, Admiring it slightly “ ... again, we thank you Nilan Velg’larn, Judicator of House Baenre, for your sacrifice ..” and with the seemingly Flick Of a Wrist, quickly and cleanly beheads Nilan Velg’larn. As the Headless Corpse falls, the anguished Shadowed Form of Nilan Velg’larn is sucked Into The Piwafwi of Vhaeraun
“The Child has the Dark Seldrine's Blessing ..” Vhaeraun proclaimed as the Shadows engulfed the room once more leaving Valkryn Alone in the cavern .. exaiming his blessing upon his Marked hand, smiling for the future of this child.
“Stand Up!!!” boomed the voice of the immense Shadowed Lord. “You are tainted, My Chosen.”
Valkryn slowly rose to his feet, his eyes lowered in respect for his God, yet his customarily quirk a brow at that remark as his God took form before him. “Tainted?” House Navere's Weapons Master dared to raise his eyes.
The Shadowed Lord encircled his Chosen as he spoke, his voice a cold whisper. “You have been touched by my pregnant dog mother’s smell! Can you not feel the sickening taint, the weakness upon your soul .... Malas DeVir?”
Valkryn did not flinch at the words - or the mentioning of his true name - but boldly replied, “I assure you, my Shadow Lord Vhaeraun, my allegiance is yours, the path I walk is yours.” His mind drifted to thoughts of his beautiful Bonded, Gia, the one he called Matron, friend and lover and more importantly, part of his heart and soul. The Two Had committed the Anicent Elven rites of the Bond .. something unheard of within Drow Society. He truely loved her and she him .. they both were now a part of each other always .. but such acts publicly known can lead to to death and they both had much to lose as much as they had gained. So He buried his thoughts deep, hoping they were not detected.
Vhaeraun whirled on the Ul'Veldruk, it's immense shadowed form engulfing the room. “Your path is mine, your allegiance is mine, but the taint is within you!! Either you are mine or you are not ... Make your choice ...”
Valkryn felt the words slam into his chest. The drow people, the Ilythiiri, the ones he had fought for, the future ... a drow nation without Lloth’s tyranny, Lloth's slavery of his race, a place on the surface again ... and a place where he could be with Gia openly, freely without being hunted. Vhaeraun’s path could accomplish all of those things and more. It has Been a Goal of his Since He Was a Child., He viewed Lolth as a uncaring Puppet Mistress. placing Drow Against Drow for her own callous and curel amusements. Together, united they could be a force to be feared, but the Spider Queen, the Lady of Chaos prefered to keep the Drow race as pawns in her little chess games. Freedom would be a great victory for the drow nation currently ensnared in Lloth’s great web. Valkryn tore himself away from his thoughts and boldly stepped forward, crossing his arms in traditional symbol of surrender. Bowing low Valkryn gazed into the dark eyes of his God, picking his words extremely carefully. “I am your chosen, Vhaeraun. I always have been.”
“Kneel!!” the divine Shadow whispered as he raised his hands before him. “It is such a small part of your soul Chosen. This will only hurt a little bit.” He grinned coldly as Valkryn knelt before him. He marveled at this one’s pride, so bold, so unafraid ... so unflinching as he held his gaze upon him.
Valkryn gazed up at the shadowed form of Vhaeraun's Avatar looming over him. Refusing to turn away he held his kneeling position. His hands gripped in tight fists as he closed his eyes tightly. Shadows swirled suddenly, faster and faster about the room. Valkryn fought the growing dizziness and kept his eyes focused on the Divine form before him. A voice boomed loudly throughout the temple, shaking its very foundation. Valkryn staggered but managed to keep his feet. An icy grip clamped down upon his wrist and a voice seared into his soul. He did not pull away but held his footing.
The voice roared in satisfaction, “You hand or her soul, the choice must be made!!” Silence settled for a brief moment, but only brief. Sparks flashed around his wrist, coursing painfully up his arm. Valkryn clenched his teeth but could not stifle his cries. Shadows slowly dissipated and his breath came in ragged gasps as the pain subsided. A final shiver ran through him and seemed to settle on his right wrist. Valkryn focused his eyes upon his wrist still held tightly in Vhaeraun’s grasp. It seemed marked and somehow felt more substantial then before.
Vhaeraun tugged at the Weapon Master’s hand to keep the drow from drifting into unconsciousness. “It is done.” Valkryn weakly focused on his God. His other hand reached across his waist to stroke the hilt of the blade called “Shadow”. The Masked Lord smiled, but then gave another quick tug bring the drifting man back to consciousness. “The people depend on you. Do what you must to see this path through. Fail me and your hand may be the only thing you do not lose.” With that Vhaeraun released his grip upon his Chosen and watched in satisfaction as the drow crumbled to the temple floor unconscious.
Vhaeraun smiled. “Do you understand?” When the House Navere Weapons Master nodded, the Masked Lord continued, “Fail me again, chosen and it shall be yours AND her souls.”
Valkryn glanced up suddenly his eyes narrowing. “Fail you? How have I failed you? I have followed the path you have laid out before me.”
Vhaeraun’s eyes flashed angrily. “Do not hide a portion of a divided soul in your heart again! Do not presume to allow my mother’s taint to touch you. You are MINE, chosen. Don’t let her sully my possession again!” Grinning suddenly he placed his hands around Valkryn’s throat, squeezing in a promise. “Use your tools, as I use mine. Walk my path, cleanse your people!”
Valkryn gasped, his breath uneven, as Vhaeraun’s hand tightened around him. Grinning coldly to emphasize the point, Vhaeraun shoved the drow backwards before releasing him.
................
Valkryn recalled that night as if it had been just yesterday. He Flexed his Hand, covered by a black leather, spiked Glaive, the same hand that not only his Lord "enhance" but marked to show his Bond with Gia. Now it played vividly over and over in his mind. He thought of Gia, who remained safe within House Navere. Though they hadn’t touched or shared one embrace in awhile now, He still dreamt of her at night, connecting with her in Reverie. He loved her very much. And then there was Elora and Valas, Gia's beautiful Half-drow daughter that had become his student, and He & Gia's only Son thought Lost to them both ages ago - only to be returned. An Old Mystic that he had known for Ages untold now spoken to him in the forest of Mir, had been like a warning beacon to him. “You have angered him in’she’lenya, he came to me in a vision.”
Valkryn tried to make light of the words she had spoken, but in truth he knew what was in store for him. Boldly he approached the House temple. kneeling at the altar, Muttering a prayer, was Nilan Velg’larn - leader of Chaka Navere's Vanguard. Gia's Sister had Sent a unit of her own Vanguard to Help Protect Gia ... And this one It Turned Out, was the Leader of the Group. Valkryn found out House Baenre sent him to Chaka's ranks as 'a Gift for Loyalty'. Valkryn Had watched This One Carefully And immediately spotted the signs, a Drow Judicator, a self-appointed Male Champion of Lolth. The Weapons Master never once played his hand, never once let on that He knew ... and just waited ...
Nilan Velg’larn exitted the room, scowling as he approached Valkryn. “What is it you wait for, Qu'el'saruk?”
Valkryn glanced up, looking deep into the cold eyes of the Champion of Lolth. “I have failed my task, I am here for forgiveness and to accept what is due me. I wish to attune my failure to the Lady Of Chaos ...” was all the House Navere Qu'el'saruk said before he lowered his gaze, mocking respect.
“Then you shall,” came Velg’larn's chilling reply.
The Drow Judicator offered to enter the temple but Valkryn Stopped Him, Smiling. “No ... I have something Better for the Goddess ... I know where Followers of the Masked Lord worship ...” Velg’larn looked at him funny. He had been sent by House Baenre to spy on House Navere, to ensure their loyalty to the Goddess. After all, A Noble Family with Standing in Both Menzobbarrazan AND Ched Nasad, as Well as Control Of one of the Outter Smaller Cities could possibly be a threat.
Valkryn Lead Him Out Of the Estate, Through Some Secret Tunnels and passage waysthat only this Weapon Master seemed to know. Matron Baenre said to keep an eye on this one as the Spider Queen had warned of this man ... and now Velg’larn saw why. There was moreto this man that what heappeared to be. After Following Him For Sometime, They Ended up within the Wilds of har'oloth, in a Cavern that seemed Unnaturally Dark.
“Wait There ..” Valkryn said, Pointing To a crop of Boulders, a place to hide.
"Why Should I? We Should Eradicate these Non-believers - these TRAITORS - Now and show them the Folly of Their Blasephemous Beliefs. In fact, we Should have brought soldiers with us," Velg’larn's pointed out.
Valkryn wasalready getting annoyed with this one's thingyy arrogance. He held Up his hand, shaking his Head. “I have Already Established a connection with them .. THEYwill not Come BUT I have a Added Surprise. I am to be Judged by their ..” He thought on how he was going to say this. “... their God”
Nilan looked at Him curiously as He Took his spot hiding among the rocks. If Anything, he Could Kill this Valkryn And Proclaim Him a Traitor and Be rid of him he figured. Valkryn donned a black cloth mask, raising his hands as he silently chanted calling forth the shadows. Nilan looked up, his vision blurred as shadows began to swirl about the Judicator and The Weapons Master in a thick black cloak. Darkness flowed evenly over them until the transformation was complete. The Masked Lord had arrived.
“Valkryn!!!”
“My lord,” Valkryn stated, unflinching as he gazed up at Vhaeraun as Nilan Velg’larn glared at Him, reaching For His weapon but Suddenly Froze .. Unable To Move from his hiding place. The Weapons Master started to speak, but Vhaeraun raised a dark hand silencing him.
“You have presumed much of late, my Chosen. Presumed to know my will and what is meant to be. Your failure is but an instance. This was but a test put to you and you nearly failed by attempting to destroy this green surface being,” the Masked Lord sneered, his form moving to loom over his reverent Chosen. “Thank your recent actions within the realms of Dragonshire for more than your life, but for the continued existence of our soul.”
Reaching down, Vhaeraun angrily placed a shadowed hand around Valkryn's throat forcing him to look upon him as he Smirked in the direction of the Judicator before continuing, “You would not like becoming a drider in the service of my Mother.”
Valkryn shivered at the thought. Death in any form would be more pleasant than that fate. He groaned shaking the eerie thought from his addled mind. He thought of Gia and their unborn child. Surely they was safe in her walled estate of House Navere. And What of Elora and Valas? And then of the warning “You have angered him in’she’lenya…”
The Masked Lord glared angrily, “You have failed because you allow your heart to interfere. You continue to waste your time on my mother’s pets. The cat known as Gia Navere will not follow me.” Vhaeraun paused allowing the words to hit home. “Yet another task you have failed. You heart - this BOND you both share - weakens your soul. Your people depend upon your action.”
Valkryn spread his hands open wide before him. He lowered his gaze as he spoke. “I only did what I thought best for the people. I accept the consequences of that, whatever they might be. But I assure you, my Lord, the Bond does NOT weaken my soul ... if Anything, her Strength is Added to my own and only furthers our Goals.”
Vhaeraun smiled coldly before pulling the drow to his feet. “Then you remember the words we last spoke and the consequences of failure.”
Valkryn stoically held Vhaeraun’s gaze as the shadowed figure whispered the once spoken words. “Fail me again, Chosen and it shall be your hand or our souls.”
“Do not take vengeance upon Gia. She is not the weakness ... My touch is a curse. But Is our love for each other a curse? I think Not Masked Lord but If my soul is weak, then I shall prove my strength - even to YOU and her pregnant dog Goddess. I had taken her in annicent union for our our entire race, bonded with her.” Valkryn stammered the words from his dry throat as Nilan Velg’larn realized Why House Baenre had Sent him ... such a union was not only prohibited but .. UN-NATURAL in their society and It Disgusted him.
There were others he longed to say but these he said in silence instead. “Wun ssinssriggin dos Usstan haruk dos, lu' thus p'wal Usstan ssinssrigg dos ji mzilt, Usstan xun l' er'griff klez Usstan shlu'ta ulu ser dosst quortek sreen'aur. Evagna uns'aa, Gia ...”
Valkryn glanced up at the Masked Lord before speaking. I will not take it. They say Drow were never meant to love but I know other-wise. Their souls are Their own, you have this soul.” He Unhooked His Weapons Belt, dropping on the floor as Vhaeraun marveled at this one’s pride, so bold, so unafraid ... so unflinching as he held a blackened blade above him.
Nilan Velg’larn hads heard enough as he drew his weapon and lunged to attack, screaming out “TRAITORS!!” Valkryn's movements were blindingly quick, so Quick, that Velg’larn didn't even believe it at first. Valkryn had quickly Spun around to the Side as if he fully expected the Attack. so quick that The Judicator did not see the thrust, Nilan felt the blackened blade tear into his chest. Crying out in sudden agony he couldn’t suppress, Velg’larn felt himself falling but the wicked blade still within his chest. The only cry heard was one that was torn from the Judicator’s throat. A cry of intense agony as a sudden shiver of pain coursed through Nilan’s body, dropping the proud male to his knees. Vhaeraun grinned evilly as a sudden light pulsed from his arm, coursing through the blade causing the Judicator to shudder violently as the impaled blade did its work. Writhing in pain, Nilan Velg’larn gasped aloud, as a treasured part of his soul was cleaved, and left trembling and dying inside him.
Vhaeraun held the blade in place and watched as the Judicator weakened, his violent shuddering slowly dissipating. Gasping, Nilan gazed up at the god with pain filled eyes, his hand helplessly gripping at the blade thrust deep within his chest as Valkryn domnned another mask - a black onyx Skull Mask .. the Face of Menzobbarrazan's most hunted Assassin - Manga Ra
Vhaeraun smiled coldly at Valkryn, “You are free of the taint of my Mother.” Bending low the Masked Lord whispered, “I hope you are certain that your lover sacrifices her path as much as you, my Chosen. It seems you have two hearts to tame with that dagger.”
Valkryn looked up into his god’s eyes. For a moment the two held each other’s gaze, but a vicious twist from Vhaeraun tore the blackened blade free of the Judicator. Velg’larn failed to stifle a cry and reached out with both hands catching his falling body as Valkryn Approached him, slowly unsheathing the black and purple blade of his deadly enchanted Katana.
Vhaeraun folded his arms before him eyeing his Chosen. “Do you understand?” Valkryn silently asked Velg’larn “House Navere is in preparation for the New Arrival. and yet, To bless this Child, sacrifices are needed. we walk a thin dangerous line here .. Between your Spider Queen and my Shadow Lord. Yes, Illharess gia knows my religious beliefs, and has accepted them, as I have of hers. However, This New Child needs a blessing .. from both and more ... So I should thank you.”
Velg’larn clutched his chest and looked up confused trying to say something but He couldn't ... all he felt was Cold. Vhaeraun smiled, his hand reaching down to rest upon his Chosen’s shoulder. “Your soul no longer belongs to my mother .. but to me.”
“Your destiny, your path will be fulfilled, my lord. You need not harm her or Elora, ... or my son Valas” Valkryn proudly eyed the altar. raised His enchanted weapon, Admiring it slightly “ ... again, we thank you Nilan Velg’larn, Judicator of House Baenre, for your sacrifice ..” and with the seemingly Flick Of a Wrist, quickly and cleanly beheads Nilan Velg’larn. As the Headless Corpse falls, the anguished Shadowed Form of Nilan Velg’larn is sucked Into The Piwafwi of Vhaeraun
“The Child has the Dark Seldrine's Blessing ..” Vhaeraun proclaimed as the Shadows engulfed the room once more leaving Valkryn Alone in the cavern .. exaiming his blessing upon his Marked hand, smiling for the future of this child.
