I presume that I was running, my feet off the very ground for about ten minutes. I could still hear the very screams of the orcs being whipped by Karinthias because they had let me go. But the dark wizard was still out there; I could smell the evil in the air, I could see the blackness of the sky; I could taste the devil upon me. Ofcourse, old traveller, my story has not yet ended. In the cold of the night, I rested under the old acorn tree of Shalia, a wise man who would let old travellers stop in the tree peacefully.
In the morning, I woke, the dew on the ground and the frost on the leaves of the acorn tree. My senses told me that Karinthias and the orcs were departed from this region for the moment, but I still was not clear whether he had sent the black watch after me, the gods of the deepest underworld.
I greeted Shalia goodbye, his whispery silver hair and long beard telling me of his elderly status, the wise man bidding me all the best as I left into the frost covered woods of the Larian, a region occupied by wise men and kings alike. The sun shone down onto my face, and for many a minute, I flew about the forest, but I still craved to understand why Karinthias had killed everyone in the neighbourhood but me. He wanted me, so he could have a slave, an intelligent one who could advise him in the darkest of regions. Acorns fell in this time of year, but they did not today, as it showed that the fine weather was bringing the lords of nature good attituedes towards man.
Suddenly, as I took a rest and drank out of a lone stream, the water turned freezing in my mouth, and a black, whispy cloud flew over my head. Breezy, violent wind blacked out the land around me, and a chill aroused the hairs on my neck once more. As I stood up, a path made of stone sprouted out before my very feet, and I watched the black crows flying around me. Karinthias was there, on the path which which he had made, and was holding his staff like an elderly man waiting for his time to arrive. This day, he appeared to look wise, and tired, and inhumane of all atrocities which lurked beneath him.
"Come here, Exilion, come here. I have found you once again." he shouted, fire appearing from his mouth, his eyes turning a bright red with anger.
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Exilion: The path of death with Karinthias
Posted - 23 Dec 2002 : 12:06:35
