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((I'm in the mood for some roleplaying))
The cloaked figure walks down the nocturnal street towards a door that's been quite thoroughly locked with boards and nails. Something reflects the streetlamp's light as he produces a gilden wand from inside his cloak. The silence is ripped apart by his knocking on the door.
No answer.
I know you're in.
The man's voice remains calm, yet it carries through the whole area as if it was bypassing walls and stone. Something gets tripped over inside, and steps can be heard. The cloaked man gently taps the wand against the door again. As if hit by a rampaging evilbomy, it flies backward into the room and comes to a rest at the other side of the house.
Quietly, the mage enters and walks toward the noise, which became more panicked as the door left.
I said I know you were here. Just tell me one thing: why did you do it?
Barely illuminated by the light from outside, a panicked figure is trying to scramble over a pile of boxes arranged to delay anyone seeking to enter from the other side. They also di a good job in this direction, and after a few strides, the cloaked man is next to him, hauling him to his feet.
You thought you'd get away with this?
His wand comes up and waves in front of the shaking man's face, his eyes, barely visible, fixed to the wand's ruby tip, while the man lowwers his hood.
We trusted you in extending our reach, yet you betray us? Not only did you keep some things for yourself that were not yours', but you also stole from someone who trusted you based on your affiliation with us. But it doesn't matter anymore.
He pushes the other man back against the pile of boxes.
But it doesn't matter anymore. The verdict has been spoken. Did you really think you could bury the truth from us?
Hope shimmers in the other's eyes.
Yes, maybe I have mercy...
Turning arround, the Archmage leaves the building. Among the empty boxes meant to prevent such an encounter, Geno relaxes and troes to get up. Out on the street, Satrek takes a deep breath and looks up, glancing at the first stars to come out between the clouds.
Or maybe not.
Turning arround, he bends down and lightly touches the pavement with his wand.
Maybe not.
A low rumbling can be heard, and any bystander would have said that it came from under the street, moving towards the house the Archmage had just left. Yet by now, everyone was seeking cover behind curtains and under their pillows. Only Geno heard the rumbling approaching him, and growing louder directly under his house.
Walking away, Satrek did not turn arround when a huge pillar of fire broke through the house's roof, illuminating this quarter of the town and casting short-lived shadows on the ground in front of him. As pieces of wood, stone and hay hit the ground all arround him, Satrek pulls his hood up again and walks home in silence.
((Geno has done some things that made Björn and me reconcider our decision. As he was still in trail, he is no longer Events Master.)) |