Post by Fashka Trelao on Jun 3, 2004 22:35:48 GMT -8
Comson stared at the first dark brooding step. The step that led to many other steps, each step ascended higher and brought her closer to freedom. The first step would start the path and the last step would end it. The years of servitude would end in a flash. The words, “Usstan inbal emplaniilid udossta inthigg (I have fulfilled our agreement)” would mark the end of the old life and bring in the new. What would be his reaction? She knew her old master did all he could to prevent her fulfilling the agreement that bound them, but how could he deny her? It was a contract after all. As she peered with her obsidian eyes at the first step she questioned herself, “What should I say? No, no, what is important is “how” I say it. Should I let him feel the lash of my tongue now that I am free of him? Perhaps a meek approach is better Comson. He is a master and demands respect. But, but he has been such a bastard. No he needs to understand the hell he put me through all these years of servitude. I was an animal to him, not an equal, not a child. I was manipulated to be taken under his wing and pay for it I have ever since.” Comson paused for a moment in her thoughts then continued, “Once I take this first step I must take another … and another. Hmm, it will be interesting to see how this ends.”
The young dark elf gazed longingly at the step attempting to gather the strength to lift her leg, but it did not come. She looked down at her legs and noticed one shaking. “I must do this,” she screamed in her head. With all her will and resolve her leg lifted and her foot fell lightly upon the step in front of her. Her courage grew. She went for the next step and her courage grew. The following step she practically leaped upon and her courage grew. With quiet rapidity she began moving up the remaining steps. In no time, she reached the final step and gazed upon Tetrarch Thifiell. The old tetrarch greeted Comson with a smile and motioned to Master Harant, as he knew why she was here.
Comson turned the corner and looked upon her former master with a mischievous grin. “Comson! My favorite pupil you must be here to finish up your power strike, no?”
“Nau,” Comson replied in a plain tone.
“Nau? Hmm then you must be here to train…”
“Nau,” The young dark elf interrupted her master.
Harant asked with a noticeable annoyance in his voice. “Hmm you are not here for training and I did not summon you, so why are you here in my presence?”
“It’s about the agreement, Master.”
“Agreement? … Oh yes.” Harant looked upon Comson with an obvious expression of false sympathy, “I take it you have been rejected by yet another Qu’ellar?”
“Nau,” Comson replied with a small hiss in her voice.
Harant’s eyebrow quirked up at the reply and took a step back. “What did you say?”
“Usstan said ‘Nau.’”
Harant let loose a loud laugh, “You must be joking.” As he gazed into Comson’s cold and steadfast eyes, a flash of anger consumed Harant’s expression. “Who took you in?!” He yelled.
While Comson watched her former master’s reaction, a large grin crept on her face. “Qu’ellar d’lil rah d'Shilen (The house of the Hand of Shilen).”
“What?!” Harant exclaimed again in utter surprise and anger.
“Dos heard me.”
“But, but how? I sent her a letter demanding…” Harant trailed off as he realized he was tipping his hand.
“Well, I guess Tatiyana did not get the memo,” the young dark elf mentioned while pulling a crumpled piece of parchment out her bag. “Your messenger betrayed you Harant. Kant never delivered your message.”
“That sniveling bastard of a wizard he will pay for his treachery,” the master snarled. “I will strangle the life out of…”
“Nau, nau you will not, Harant,” Comson interrupted while trying to keep from laughing. “He has been taken in as well. You no longer have any power over him. He is under Tatiyana’s protection now.” Comson lost her composure and began to laugh a little at her treachery over her master.
Fury consumed Harant at hearing the laugh from the dark elf he treated little better than a slave in her youth. In a flash, the master showed his more familiar side striking his former servant quickly and harshly across the jaw. Comson staggered back from the mighty blow. Blood quickly trickled from her lip and down her chin.
Harant turned from Comson a moment. “Why would he betray me?” He turned back to Comson motioning towards her. His hand quickly whipped by her as he lunged suddenly for her hair. He grasped the young elf’s long flowing hair harshly and forced her closer to him. He muttered breathing hotly on her face, “what possibly could you have given him to persuade him to betray me?”
Comson winced as she tried to force back the words she knew would cause such satisfaction yet much pain. She paused a moment while wincing and hissed, “perhaps … he liked my… services.”
“sleeper!” Harant screamed as he threw Comson to the ground. While she lay on the ground his boot crashed into her side causing the elf to curl up in pain. Comson writhing on the ground in pain continued to manage a laugh as she knew her words truthful and not were cutting deep into her former master like sharp mithril daggers into flesh.
Harant looked about the hall of the elders realizing every eye in the room was upon him. Harant quickly kneeled before the beaten elf. He grabbed her head upon either side and propped her up by his knee.
Harant growled, “If Tatiyana wants both of you then by all means she can have you.”
“Bwael,” Comson muttered at her former master before spitting the blood that was welling in her mouth into Harant’s face.
Harant calmly wiped the blood from his face. He sneered at the elf as he whispered, “But I do not have to give you to her in one piece.” The former master moved one hand under the prone elf’s chin and the other towards the back of her head. Harant’s muscles tensed as they were about to create one swift motion that would snap the young dark elf’s neck.
“Harant!” Tetrarch Thifiell bellowed before Comson’s former master could commit himself to murder. “You have should attend to your business now. You need not help Comson. I will summon Roselyn and she can take the young fighter to her ilharess (matron).”
Harant pushed Comson back to the ground and abruptly left the hall wiping his former servant’s blood off his face and chest.
Magister Harne looked upon Comson and whispered while grinning, “Well done.” The young dark elf mustered a smile for Magister Harne before unconsciousness took hold.
The young dark elf gazed longingly at the step attempting to gather the strength to lift her leg, but it did not come. She looked down at her legs and noticed one shaking. “I must do this,” she screamed in her head. With all her will and resolve her leg lifted and her foot fell lightly upon the step in front of her. Her courage grew. She went for the next step and her courage grew. The following step she practically leaped upon and her courage grew. With quiet rapidity she began moving up the remaining steps. In no time, she reached the final step and gazed upon Tetrarch Thifiell. The old tetrarch greeted Comson with a smile and motioned to Master Harant, as he knew why she was here.
Comson turned the corner and looked upon her former master with a mischievous grin. “Comson! My favorite pupil you must be here to finish up your power strike, no?”
“Nau,” Comson replied in a plain tone.
“Nau? Hmm then you must be here to train…”
“Nau,” The young dark elf interrupted her master.
Harant asked with a noticeable annoyance in his voice. “Hmm you are not here for training and I did not summon you, so why are you here in my presence?”
“It’s about the agreement, Master.”
“Agreement? … Oh yes.” Harant looked upon Comson with an obvious expression of false sympathy, “I take it you have been rejected by yet another Qu’ellar?”
“Nau,” Comson replied with a small hiss in her voice.
Harant’s eyebrow quirked up at the reply and took a step back. “What did you say?”
“Usstan said ‘Nau.’”
Harant let loose a loud laugh, “You must be joking.” As he gazed into Comson’s cold and steadfast eyes, a flash of anger consumed Harant’s expression. “Who took you in?!” He yelled.
While Comson watched her former master’s reaction, a large grin crept on her face. “Qu’ellar d’lil rah d'Shilen (The house of the Hand of Shilen).”
“What?!” Harant exclaimed again in utter surprise and anger.
“Dos heard me.”
“But, but how? I sent her a letter demanding…” Harant trailed off as he realized he was tipping his hand.
“Well, I guess Tatiyana did not get the memo,” the young dark elf mentioned while pulling a crumpled piece of parchment out her bag. “Your messenger betrayed you Harant. Kant never delivered your message.”
“That sniveling bastard of a wizard he will pay for his treachery,” the master snarled. “I will strangle the life out of…”
“Nau, nau you will not, Harant,” Comson interrupted while trying to keep from laughing. “He has been taken in as well. You no longer have any power over him. He is under Tatiyana’s protection now.” Comson lost her composure and began to laugh a little at her treachery over her master.
Fury consumed Harant at hearing the laugh from the dark elf he treated little better than a slave in her youth. In a flash, the master showed his more familiar side striking his former servant quickly and harshly across the jaw. Comson staggered back from the mighty blow. Blood quickly trickled from her lip and down her chin.
Harant turned from Comson a moment. “Why would he betray me?” He turned back to Comson motioning towards her. His hand quickly whipped by her as he lunged suddenly for her hair. He grasped the young elf’s long flowing hair harshly and forced her closer to him. He muttered breathing hotly on her face, “what possibly could you have given him to persuade him to betray me?”
Comson winced as she tried to force back the words she knew would cause such satisfaction yet much pain. She paused a moment while wincing and hissed, “perhaps … he liked my… services.”
“sleeper!” Harant screamed as he threw Comson to the ground. While she lay on the ground his boot crashed into her side causing the elf to curl up in pain. Comson writhing on the ground in pain continued to manage a laugh as she knew her words truthful and not were cutting deep into her former master like sharp mithril daggers into flesh.
Harant looked about the hall of the elders realizing every eye in the room was upon him. Harant quickly kneeled before the beaten elf. He grabbed her head upon either side and propped her up by his knee.
Harant growled, “If Tatiyana wants both of you then by all means she can have you.”
“Bwael,” Comson muttered at her former master before spitting the blood that was welling in her mouth into Harant’s face.
Harant calmly wiped the blood from his face. He sneered at the elf as he whispered, “But I do not have to give you to her in one piece.” The former master moved one hand under the prone elf’s chin and the other towards the back of her head. Harant’s muscles tensed as they were about to create one swift motion that would snap the young dark elf’s neck.
“Harant!” Tetrarch Thifiell bellowed before Comson’s former master could commit himself to murder. “You have should attend to your business now. You need not help Comson. I will summon Roselyn and she can take the young fighter to her ilharess (matron).”
Harant pushed Comson back to the ground and abruptly left the hall wiping his former servant’s blood off his face and chest.
Magister Harne looked upon Comson and whispered while grinning, “Well done.” The young dark elf mustered a smile for Magister Harne before unconsciousness took hold.