Venger lay in his own blood, gasping and trying to recall the strenght he needed to get out of this zone of no magic. NEVER, in all the centuries he'd lived, had he experienced such pain as this! For it was the added humiliation of WHO had done this, and HOW it had been done, and WHAT had been done, added to the pain of the actual deed. D'yvar would pay. He would pay so dearly that nobody would dare speak his name for centuries for the horrible images it would conjure in their minds. He would suck out D'yvar's soul with his teeth and imprison it forever in the most torturous hell he could devise, after crushing and tormenting his physical body over the centuries...Such thoughts of vengeance were all that kept him conscious as he crawled, inch by torturous inch, toward the doorway. The worst of it was that this was a trap of his own devising, this room. He had fallen into his own trap, and not even though any mechinations of theirs, but through his own arrogance. WHO had that wizards been, who dared conjure a portal into the heart of Venger's fortress? WHO DARED? It was the gravest insult that such an attempt had been made, let alone that it had succeeded! Venger was uncertain if he himself could have maintained a portal into a nullified zone for any length of time. NO wizard could, not alone....the wizard had help. Tuculcha. TUCULCHA, that treacherous, traitorous witch!
Venger howled again as a fresh wave of anger brought a fresh bout of agony. He knew he had not the strength to make it to both the door and that portion of his anatomy that was missing. But Venger was nothing if not practical, and life, even incomplete, was far more preferable to the alternative hell he'd experience if he failed his master and actually managed to DIE before conquering the Realm.
Footsteps on the stairs alerted him, and he lifted his head to see two guards staring at him in horror. He howled again in rage. "HELP ME, you FOOLS!" he commanded them, before their eyes could recognize the full extent of his injuries. "GET ME OUT OF THIS ROOM!"
The guards looked at each other briefly, well aware of the magic properties of this room, and of Venger's temperament, and the probable reward for such aid as they could render.
"NOW!" Venger commanded again, sensing their indecision.
With a grimace of horror, the two men on the stairs...perhaps emboldened by the alcohol in their blood or the sight of their terrifying master lying helpless on the stone floor, perhaps simply emboldened by fear of their fate...drew their swords instead.
"NOOO!" Venger howled as they both attacked, stabbing viciously at his wings, his back....summoning every ounce of strength he posessed and siezing them both by the throat, crushing out their lives with his still-powerful grip. Whatever surge of strength that had mobilized him sustained him as he staggered to the door, truly a hellish sight, and killed the second pair in the same manner as the first before they could even draw their weapons, tearing out the life of the next with his teeth, fighting for his life and for his vengeance.....
((Ye know....I'm tempted to have him actually DIE, but where would the fun be for the rest of the game...? Opinions....?))
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