It wasn't long before his Lord's anger could be felt. Moods like this had been known to disrupt weather patterns - most usually, Konschtat Highlands. Thunderstorms shattered the skies, illuminating eerie shadows of trees and monsters alike. It sent a splintering chill through the spines of his servants. Lord Arctyrael felt it, grinding, soothing. Something had displeased his Lord, and he was about to find out what it was.
Rounding the corner on his way into the opressive fortress, he walked with a defiant yet submissive gate. Spires delineated the sky in a striking prowess. The interior no less impressive as torches flickered over the bloodstained walls. He quickly averted his eyes as he entered the room where he would find his master. In the corner, Arctyrael noticed the familiar azure glow of magic. It writhed, accumulated, then slowly dispersed only to continue its never ending cycle of life. It wasn't long before his master, his Lord spoke.
???: "The expedition to recover Veovis as well as the Censor failed!"
It was at this point that Arctyrael knew he was in trouble. He had assured his lord his plan was full proof. The agreement with the Oztroja master was that they would execute the dirty work in taking care of these scum.
The hissing continued. His master was clearly iirked by this new turn of events. He had expected to continue his plan today. Veovis was to be dead. Dead!
???: "Arctyrael, you've disappointed me,""You make a mockery of everything we are doing by sending those bumbling FOOLS to take care of what you should have done yourself! I expect you have something that shall remedy this immediately!
Almost immediately Arctyrael felt his extremities lose all feeling. In truth, he was unsure of himself since his encounter with the unknown Mithra. He was clearly stronger, more powerful, more seasoned than this mithra. There was no doubt to this he was sure. It must have been something the Mithra posessed that he did not understand. Worse yet, his innersight had felt this presence growing, evolving, strengthening since the encounter. He had thought of informing his master of this, but was unable to face the possible consequences of doing so. He looked down at his hand. He had petrified the young Mithra and delivered what should have been a killing blow with his hand. He was a tarutaru, but he was no shoveoff. His magically augmented physical attacks rivaled even that of the strongest dark knights. However, at the very instant he contacted the Mithra, both were thrown back explosively. The Mithra poised for action had landed nimbly on the ground ready to attack. However, not prepared for such a reaction, he had stupidly allowed his gaurd to fall. It was only at the last minute that he warped out before becoming a slice of bluetail.
With a renewed self affirmation of his powers, he looked up - still not making eye contact - and nodded to his master. Arctyrael pulled out a scroll, and with a blazing fire, disappeared.
It had not been long that he had last strolled the deserts of Tahrongi Canyon. Today however, it was exceptionally hot. As he approached the crag, he sensed strong magic - that of Veovis. Surprisingly, he also sensed that of the foe he faced a fortnight prior. Slipping into the darkness, Arctyrael inched ever closer to the group, listening as he went. It seemed the unknown Mithra had made a demand, to which the adventurers had hastily come to agree to. It seemed he would soon be visiting The Sanctuary of Zitah. For now however, he had one objective. Veovis was not to live, but most importantly, the Censor was to be retrieved unharmed.
With that, he stepped out and made his presence known. As he did, he dropped some herbs engulfing the area in a circle of decay. The only way out, was now through him.
((There, I have no introduced a conflict - sorry it took so long. *EDIT* I suppose I should have mentioned something about Produn seeing as how it now seems 2 people want Veovis. I ask the next poster determine how Produn and I fit into this *EDIT* minor change to character))
