"Child's Play or Dark Magic?"
Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 6:28 pm
The forest was bathed in radiant light, the full moon above casting an ethereal glow over the colorless calm. There was no sound save the rasping hoot of an owl and the soft cantering steps of a squire's steed upon the sodden path beneath its hooves.
I would have you stay near. Chalnoth's order anchored Kaylor's thoughts as he rode. Having gained Lord Tholl's consent to revisit the tavern where death's hand had been tried against him, he was in earnest for enlightenment as to who his attacker may have been and what his driving purpose. Indeed, he agreed with his liege lord that the wiser course would have been to wound the man thereby allowing opportunity for ascertainment of such answers, but the dark side of his soul had overruled reason with slaughter. Whether an asssassin hired or a fool with random intent, "child's play" or "dark magic" per Chalnoth's reference, portent demanded disclosure.
The tavern loomed before him. A rustic edifice constructed of expertly honed yew, its brightly lit windows had bid warm welcome upon nights prior, but this night offerred no such pleasantry as he brought his charger to a gentle halt and stepped swiftly toward the door.
** to be continued . . .
I would have you stay near. Chalnoth's order anchored Kaylor's thoughts as he rode. Having gained Lord Tholl's consent to revisit the tavern where death's hand had been tried against him, he was in earnest for enlightenment as to who his attacker may have been and what his driving purpose. Indeed, he agreed with his liege lord that the wiser course would have been to wound the man thereby allowing opportunity for ascertainment of such answers, but the dark side of his soul had overruled reason with slaughter. Whether an asssassin hired or a fool with random intent, "child's play" or "dark magic" per Chalnoth's reference, portent demanded disclosure.
The tavern loomed before him. A rustic edifice constructed of expertly honed yew, its brightly lit windows had bid warm welcome upon nights prior, but this night offerred no such pleasantry as he brought his charger to a gentle halt and stepped swiftly toward the door.
** to be continued . . .