Posted at 5:18 am on Jul 6, 2007 by:
Fein Dacor
Playing roles
As the fog around Death Manor evaporates, the scene changes back to the sky over Castle Mortis.
Lord Kizmat retired to his mediation room. It was here he would connect to the darkness and forsee his deepest dreams come to reality. The night air was stiff and full of deadly secrets. And suddenly, as Kizmat was about to kneel down and fold his legs inside the center of a huge pentagram drawn with his own blood- The door creeks open. Kizmat stands up fully- and his twisted fangs curl from his jaw- you can hear crackling erecting out from his bloody mouth. From the dim light coming from the outside hallway- the archbishop F'ein Dacor enters caustiously. Kizmat closed his mouth and his fist untightened.
F'ein Dacor: Your grace. I bid an audience if I may.
Kizmat turns around and motions his right hand to a chair infront of a table. F'ein Dacor slightly bowed and he reached for the chair- pulling it out from underneath the table- and sat down. Kizmat sat down on a chair from the other end of the table and placed his hands - hands down on the top of the wodden table top.
KIZMAT: I know why you have come to see me. It is because of her.
F'ein Dacor: M'Lord and cousin, hear me out before you judge. Remember what I said to you months ago.... you MUST not let the heresy of Amzer come into being. The path that you took may be your undoing. I can sense that Mortismere knows that you had lied to protect 'me'. She means too much...
Kizmat reached for a wooden cup of bloodwine and drenched his throat with it
KIZMAT: You're all I have left. Trust in me F'ein just as you had that faithful night. We will continue to protect her son's identity- so that one day Mortismere will be stricken of his rule. We must continue this mascrade- it was just an accident that Kreature of the Ring propelled us to fight. She knew as well as I that our common enemy was much more important than our problems.
Smiles with a relief
F'ein Dacor: Thank you for not hurting her... it meant so much to me and you know how sensitive I can get. ::laughs::
Laughs along with F'ein Dacor
KIZMAT: Yes I can remember. The blood baths we showered across Mesopotamia still echoes in the back of my distant memories...
Dacor rises to his feet with a bow to Kizmat. He snaps out his joeyuse and rises the tip to his nose. -- Taking a glance at Kizmat...
F'ein Dacor: I am sure you remember the kidnapping. It all becomes very clear doesn't it? I wonder how much longer it will be for them to figure out the truth.
Kizmat noded with a frown
F'ein Dacor: Just remember to play your 'role', M'Lord or history will repeat itself.
F'ein snaps back down his sword. The moment the tip struck the stone floor below a blue spark ignited from it's blade and the candles surrounding Kizmat's bloodied pentagram etched on the ground bursted up in magnificant flames. Kizmat watches as F'ein Dacor disappears into time itself.
