Spawn
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 Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 4:30 pm Post subject: Oggaroth Chronicles: Extortion and Betrayal |
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((Posted for Thrax from the FAR boards))
| Quote: | The Regency meeting concluded, Baron Thrax was discussing with Lady Annawen a bit of news she confided to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone appear from the shadows on the other side of the long table... his nemesis, the avatar of Oggaroth, Spawn. Fearing he might harm Annawen, Thrax, in a calm but firm voice insisted that she leave. She hesitated, perhaps thinking of helping him should he be in danger, but as Spawn advanced she left and he was glad... she was safe... for now.
"We need to talk, Thraxanduril," Spawn stated as he moved closer.
"I have nothing to say to you," Thrax replied, standing his ground.
When he was within arm's length, Spawn reached out his hand and grabbed the Baron by the throat. His grip was like steel. Thrax, as strong or stronger than many men, was completely helpless. Try as he could, he could not wrench the hand away from his neck nor in any way lessen its viselike grip. "Come with me," Spawn ordered as he, somehow using only a single hand gesture to cast the gate travel spell, dragged his captive into the portal. Thrax heard hoofbeats behind him but could not turn to see who it was.
They arrived at a familiar spot on Dagger Island in a blinding snowstorm... what had been a temple to Concordia that was now corrupted into a dark and forbidding fortress as home for the avatar god. "You remember this place don't you?" Spawn asked him as he prepared to dispel the portal. Before he did, Thrax watched as a man on horseback, whom he could not immediately identify, appeared from it and fired an arrow at Spawn who retreated westward with his prisoner in tow and using him as a shield from further assault. Either the man retreated or else they lost contact in the snowstorm, but Spawn took advantage of the lull to take his prisoner into the safety of the temple where he threw him to the floor at his feet.
Gasping for breath, Thrax, on all fours, rubbed his throat trying to lessen the pain and damage to his larynx. Spawn sat down on his throne. "I need you to tell me who are the current followers of Concordia and where I may find them. If you comply, I will let you run home to your simpering wife and pathetic whelps. If not, you will remain here with me for as long as it takes to get the information from you," he stated flatly.
Thrax rose to his feet and glared at the man. "Monster! What makes you think I know any of that, or that I would tell you if I did?"
Spawn laughed. "Because you are a man of politics, a diplomat who has eyes and spies everywhere; there is very little you are not kept informed about. You are also a man of reason and intellect, at least a little, who knows me inside and out... that I will do whatever is necessary to destroy my enemies. You would be wise not to distress me, old friend."
"I already am your enemy... you know that. Why not just kill me now and get it over with?"
"You are an insignificant worm. I could have killed you many times, but you are so patheticly wrapped up in that woman and your children that I am sure you will do very little, if anything, to try to stop me... knowing what revenge I could, and would, take upon them before I put paid to you. Now, out with it... name the followers and where I may find them!!" His eyes flashed red.
Thrax hesitated, knowing that to lie would invite his wrath, but to betray the innocent... But then, what of his family, his children and wife? There were no truly honorable gods, he believed, so what could they do to him? He had disavowed them... his course was set... he would do what was required to preserve his family, if not his own life. "There are only two I know of... a mage named Teraptus and a paladin named Itannar. Teraptus is the leader," he confessed, imagining and hoping that he could warn him before Spawn got to him. "I have no idea where he lives... he keeps it a secret from everyone. That is the truth and all I know," he said, still rubbing his throat.
"Teraptus? Odd name, but easily remembered," Spawn commented, staring into his eyes for several moments before speaking. "If you are lying to me, I will find it out and will come calling again and maybe on your wife next time! Count on it. Now get out of here... the very sight of you makes me ill."
Spawn saw that Thrax's attention was on the arrow wound... the feathered shaft of which still poked out of his arm. He chuckled. "Don't worry yourself about that! A little bleeding from time to time is envigorating... like pain, it helps one remember that he is alive. Now, get out!" he said vehemently, rising to his feet.
Thrax turned as the twin adamantite doors swung open allowing him to exit the room. He wondered what it would take to destroy the creature... one that seemed to actually enjoy even his own suffering and pain. Thinking of his wife and children, he knew he must help find the way or none of them, and no one, would ever be safe.
At the bottom of the stairs he heard the doors slam shut behind him. In moments he had cast the spell that would take him home. |
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