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The Arcane Order |
| His mind spun with theories and possibilities
as he tried to take in everything. But there were just too many unknowns
at this point. No one, thus far, had been able to decipher the markings
that Mord’sythe had placed on Myra Sunveil, and that bothered him a
great deal. But what was worse than that, was the stream of opinions,
theories, and outright accusations that had resulted... each one more
uninformed than the next. And so, frustrated with the lack of answers,
Azeron was determined to get to the bottom of it all.
He signed his name at the bottom of the parchment and set the quill back into the basin on his desk. Proofreading the note, he read it aloud... To Tarsis the Necromancer,He rolled the small scroll and placed the impressed wax seal of The Arcane Order on the seam, blowing lightly on it to let it cool and harden. Then, affixing it to the leg of the hawk at his window, he watched it disappear in the skies over Tel’Ruid. As he sat back down at his desk, he mulled over the things he had heard. Mord’sythe had said that Myra was to be his final instrument of revenge, and that her destiny was to slay Baal’morda. At first, this seemed unlikely, since the Ritual was supposed to weaken the daemon. But the constant attacks, and their increasing strength, concerned Azeron... perhaps there really was only a certain way to destroy Baal’morda. And perhaps, as a last act of defiance against his lord, Mord’sythe had given Myra that key... But Sythe’s former ward, K’ryn Nor, had visited the Glade on several occasions now. Even before Myra began visiting Mord’sythe, the young girl’s warnings of her former mentor seemed vengeful. But now she was saying that Myra’s purpose was the same as a Scion — intended to feed none other than Mord’sythe himself. And while this certainly seemed more like the sinister presence that they had come to know, the source made the accusations a little suspicious. Azeron wondered if, perhaps, the young lady had left Mord’sythe because she served Baal’morda herself... And then there was Za’afiel, who had theorized that Myra was being used as a storehouse of mana, to be tapped for yet some other unknown purpose... Azeron pinched between his eyes, trying to fight off an approaching headache. The Ritual of Sundering was, for an intents and purposes, supposed to be the end of this. Baal’morda would be vanquished, and it would all be over. But, more and more, there was a sense of dread that the future depended on the decisions made tonight... |
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Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead