Recent content by Sazalam

It took five long and world changing seconds for Sazalam to catch up to what had happened. In fairness, he would have sooner expected rain than this. "What...?" He was hanging from a lamp post with a cup of wine in his hand and the cheering was for him. For him? At some point he stepped down...

"Sweet Darknees below!" He almost missed it, his reason for being there was happening and he was lost in himself almost too lost to see it. "A thousand pardons my friend but I must witness this!" Without his seat in the second row Sazalam resorted to the only method left to him to not miss...

There are times when passion leads you and one finds oneself in bliss, other times wisdom leads you and one may find truth but today it was the virtue of faith that moved Sazalam. For as the crown touched Queen Vyx'aria's head he heard a voice deep as darkness itself whisper a word to him. A...

PLAZA, SEVEN AGONIZING SEATS AWAY FROM ZATHRIA Sazalam was glad when the defective half-breed left. Now the future could begin and as he sat a few seats down from Zathria and watched with some satisfaction as each of the traitors died in perfect justice he found himself locking his fingers...

Plaza "Such a throne would make me the envy of the Queen herself Commander, but alas I have my own seating to..." -It happened then- Sazalam acted before the half-breeds mouth had closed, stepping up to the admittedly more physically intimidating being he challenged it, quite politely and...

THE PLAZA, FIRST ROW, RIGHT OF CENTRE The look of surprise on Sazalam's face lasted only the briefest moment. He knew how she was but it still surprised him sometimes. Two could play that game. "Who has not heard of Lady Xunari? You're work in Rune craft is never far from the lips of the High...

"There were two healing potions Commander and I am pleased to say that I have recovered fully from the siege in both mind and body." While his voice was calm his had to steady his ears at the use of her pet name for him with a motion he masked by tucking his hair behind them as his eyes scanned...

Quiet pride showed in face as he arched his head, letting the bright red of his hair shield his lips from others as he formed words into an intimate whisper before standing upright again. "Your pleasure is mine own, Zathria!" His emphasis on addressing her so formally in such a setting was as...

"I shall take point then, with your permission." Stepping ahead he gave a motion, the gentlest touch of the hand on the arm (the good one) to Zathria. A tell of understanding and what he hoped would be the knowing if the unsaid and the needlessness to dwell on the question any longer. Within...

As she passed him on her way out he let his eyes fall a bit but his lips turned up at the corner to himself, pretty certain that Zathria had just told him the answer he sought in that way that often women did when they came dangerously close to the truth if their hearts and he found that...

The fall and rise of Sazalam's heart happened again but for very different reasons and Zathria seemed, nervous to even ask. She could command it, command him to join and he'd do it, he'd have to and in fact Sazalam found that he'd be glad to. Surprise turned into gentle acceptance on his face...

She was not seated long before Sazalam was attending Zathria. "Care for a drink Commander?" The goblet, carved impossibly fine from obsidian and trimmed with silver leaf, contained the unmistakable scent of wyrmwine. Not made from wyrms but fermented in ones extracted belly. The bacteria that...

Sazalam almost felt faint with relief. "We exist but we are quiet. The risk is great to say even that much." Taking a breath he looked at Zathria at last, dared to meet her eyes. "I am glad to not find us on opposite sides. Even with one arm I don't think I would have taken you if it came to...

So, Zathria was kind. Kind enough at least to offer him something from the treasures. It got an ear wiggle out of him that he hid by tucking his hair behind it but then she spoke of herself of loss and implied betrayal and the queen or at least A queen. Sazalam's face hardened as he...

"I think I'd like that, Dark Mother willing." Zathria was right as he followed her into the cave the smell struck him so hard it provoked his hand to his nose in a basic attempt to filter it but it did almost no good. The sickly sweet funk of rot and decay seemed to penetrate into the back of...