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| A shadow fell over him and he turned to see
who was there. Before him stood his former charge, Tel'Halda. A wide,
wicked grin on his face and his dagger drawn.
"Ya aint gettin nothin outta me Dolenamo so ya might as well give up tha game now." The other looked back at him with feigned surprise. "You would sacrifice your brothers life so easily?" He replied. Dolenamo turned towards the door of the Arrow as if to leave. "A pity he shall have to die." Glorfindle rose from his seat and moved to block the door to the Arrows main room before Tel'Halda could exit. "If anythin happens ta Vara, I'll happily spend tha rest of my days huntin you down an makin yer life hell." Tel'Halda's features twisted with rage. "It already is... as will be yours. I promise." The next few moments played themselves in slow motion to Glor. He watched as Dolenamo's dagger flashed in front of him. Watched as it slid easily through his armor below his rib cage. Felt the burning of poison begin to flow through his veins. Dolenamo was gone before Glorfindle could react and by the time he did he already felt week. The world began to spin around him.... Glor sat up suddenly startled from his reverie. Sweat pored from his brow and his breathing came in ragged gasps. After a few moments he was able to orient himself. He was still at the inn in Nujel'm. Nimi lay next to him undisturbed. Glor let out a sigh of relief. The memories in his reverie had been so real that his hand moved to the scar below his ribs to be certain no dagger still stick there. His fears had been confirmed earlier this evening. Dolenamo was indeed walking the lands again. He had been seen by many at the Silver Arrow. For some reason he was looing for Khalin, though Glor had no idea why. He rose from the bed and moved to the balcony. He knew what must be done. Dolenamo had returned from the dead and was up to something. He had to find out what. In the morning Glor would return to Yew and find Dolenamo. |
| She hears the floor boards creek as Glor
walks over them, and opens her eyes and sits up slowly watching him go
to the balcony. She silently walks to him, even though her body is
extremely cold to the touch. She lightly touches his bare shoulder.
Melamin are you alright? A look of concern crosses her face... |
| He heard her approach from behind but was
unable to keep himself from flinching only slightly as her hand touched
his shoulder. He turned and his eyes met hers. She looked unbelievably
tired and worn thin. Taking her hand he led her back inside and wrapped
a blanket around her.
He was going to play his dream down as nothing at first, but he knew she would see right through it. In the short time since they had met they had become uncannily in tuned with each other and he knew she would detect the falseness in his voice before he finished his denial. The fact that she had become so ill so quickly made it all worse. He felt he knew something of why she had become ill, or at least preyed he did, which made this journey and hunt he planned all the more urgent. His own nightmares had made it nearly impossible of late for him to get any rest himself. He sat her down on the edge of the bed and began his tale. From their meeting a decade ago to the events in the Abbey the previous evening, he told her everything he knew and felt of Tel'Halda. |
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Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead