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Nak'Ehim Akanamar
Nak'Ehim and his men rode hard to the Valley of Kal'Daarin. There the vizier's path lead him astray, deeper into the ruins, where he had no doubt by now long since been captured. They would be upon them by next morning, and already the sun was soon to set on this day. He was eager to feast his eyes and ears on the secrets Ashuanar held. Despite what many thought, there was much the sorcerer desired from the mind of the vizier. He had the culmination of information crucial to the Empire's entire army, and no doubt many secrets about his comrades he did not share.
He wanted it all. By the time this was finished, he would instil his own vision upon the empire with his own God-Emperor as his avatar. His pawn. While to many much would appear the same, the truth of the matter would be that a true Abtati would rule over the deserts once more and bend it into utter submission. Then unto the whole of the world...
He snickered. It was all almost too easy with that blundering Ashuanar and his distractions. Affection. Why pursue such... irrelevancy?
As they rode on he continued to think about just how easy this had all been...
His eyes shot open, and immediately he knew something was wrong. Desperately he tried to recall how on earth he had gotten where he was. They hadn't stopped for camp...
His eyes cast down. There he lay with his legs and arms bound. He was gagged - to prevent him casting spells. But worse yet, which make him groan and writhe, he beheld in the dark of the night an innumerable swarm bulbous shimmering scarabs. They wriggled and scurried all over yet another, and another layer of the wretched things, which had sank their gnarled teeth into him and began to drain him of his power. His eyes searched frantically for a sign of anyone. Anything.
It was then when his head turned toward the light of the moon, he beheld a lithe and frightful shadow looming over the trembling heap of one of his men. He crawled backward from the figure, drawing his hand up waving her away and crying out with a broken voice, "that's all I know Fieravene, please!"
He wanted it all. By the time this was finished, he would instil his own vision upon the empire with his own God-Emperor as his avatar. His pawn. While to many much would appear the same, the truth of the matter would be that a true Abtati would rule over the deserts once more and bend it into utter submission. Then unto the whole of the world...
He snickered. It was all almost too easy with that blundering Ashuanar and his distractions. Affection. Why pursue such... irrelevancy?
As they rode on he continued to think about just how easy this had all been...
His eyes shot open, and immediately he knew something was wrong. Desperately he tried to recall how on earth he had gotten where he was. They hadn't stopped for camp...
His eyes cast down. There he lay with his legs and arms bound. He was gagged - to prevent him casting spells. But worse yet, which make him groan and writhe, he beheld in the dark of the night an innumerable swarm bulbous shimmering scarabs. They wriggled and scurried all over yet another, and another layer of the wretched things, which had sank their gnarled teeth into him and began to drain him of his power. His eyes searched frantically for a sign of anyone. Anything.
It was then when his head turned toward the light of the moon, he beheld a lithe and frightful shadow looming over the trembling heap of one of his men. He crawled backward from the figure, drawing his hand up waving her away and crying out with a broken voice, "that's all I know Fieravene, please!"
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