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The Veran wood, a large section of the Ixchel Wilds, touched and imbued with the power of the ley-lines had been Vulpesen's home for decades. It was where not only he, but his entire race had been born, created by the toils of the Fae Brothers Vitae. Now, millennia after that ritual, Vulpesen walked as the voice of Varos. He was more than a warlock. He was a prophet. He was a link between his people and the divine, and only he knew the truth of what his childhood gods truly were. That knowledge did nothing to lessen his duties. Go where Varos commanded, and protect what he saw desirable. The cradle of Zorren civilization was one such desirable thing, and on the slightest touch of blightful darkness, Varos had sent his agent to investigate.
It was the sudden lurch of pain, screaming its way through Vulpesen's senses that caught his attention. Not his own pain of course, but that of something ancient. Something natural and belonging to the brothers' creation. Dropping to all fours, Vulpesen launched forward, his hips popping as his joints shifted to accomodate the quadrupedal gait. Something evil was afoot and he was too late to stop its damage. But he'd certainly be quick to avenge it.
His dash brought him to a small cliff and looking over, Vulpesen's breath hitched as he saw the dark form below, corrupting and twisting the unfortunate. His own magical sense, regarding the fae, was still underdeveloped. But the power that emanated from this being left no doubt. This wasn't a puck, or some simple monster. It was a duannan. His master's own species and the highest of the fae.
"Damn," he whispered, his black tail flicking nervously behind him. Vulpesen was clever. he was strong and powerful with the might of nature at his side. Man and monster fell before him like wheat to the scythe. But he was mortal. And this thing before him was above his usual prey. It was above him. For all intents and purposes, he was up against a demi-god. But that still didn't absolve him of his duty. He rose to his feet and drew his blade, the shimmering ley-steel giving off a faint sapphire glow. "Who are you to trespass in the land of the Vitae court!?" He shouted across the distance. Partly he did so to give the creature a chance to surrender, unlikely as that would be. But mostly, it was because talking might give him time to think up some sort of plan.
Vyr Taethiras
It was the sudden lurch of pain, screaming its way through Vulpesen's senses that caught his attention. Not his own pain of course, but that of something ancient. Something natural and belonging to the brothers' creation. Dropping to all fours, Vulpesen launched forward, his hips popping as his joints shifted to accomodate the quadrupedal gait. Something evil was afoot and he was too late to stop its damage. But he'd certainly be quick to avenge it.
His dash brought him to a small cliff and looking over, Vulpesen's breath hitched as he saw the dark form below, corrupting and twisting the unfortunate. His own magical sense, regarding the fae, was still underdeveloped. But the power that emanated from this being left no doubt. This wasn't a puck, or some simple monster. It was a duannan. His master's own species and the highest of the fae.
"Damn," he whispered, his black tail flicking nervously behind him. Vulpesen was clever. he was strong and powerful with the might of nature at his side. Man and monster fell before him like wheat to the scythe. But he was mortal. And this thing before him was above his usual prey. It was above him. For all intents and purposes, he was up against a demi-god. But that still didn't absolve him of his duty. He rose to his feet and drew his blade, the shimmering ley-steel giving off a faint sapphire glow. "Who are you to trespass in the land of the Vitae court!?" He shouted across the distance. Partly he did so to give the creature a chance to surrender, unlikely as that would be. But mostly, it was because talking might give him time to think up some sort of plan.
Vyr Taethiras
"Who are you to stop me?"
Oh, nobody. Just a single mortal who's in waaay over his head, the zorren thought. Still, his blade twitched in his grip, moving nowhere near its sheathe while his body leaned forward. Adrenaline was roaring through his body. It was the sensation he felt when he witnessed a charging army. The retrained frenzy that came before all hell broke loose, that moment when a soldier became bottled lightning.
'Don't worry, I am with you,' a voice whispered in his head. Varos. At the moment of his patron's voice, Vulpesen felt his muscles surge. His very soul seemed to swell as he felt an impossible amount of energy flow through him. He was a conduit, a single waterwheel at the mouth of a mighty river so strong it threatened to burst the dam that was Varos' restraint.
"An agent of the Vitae Court!" He finally said aloud, his voice doubled by a hissing whisper that carried with the volume of a warrior's shout. "Your change is not welcome! Leave!" Acting by instinct Vulpesen lifted a hand over the cliff's edge. His training, amplified by his master's power brought the water to heel as it swelled up between him and the island, forming a ramping bridge which froze into a solid structure. He took no steps forward yet, but the message was clear. Either the intruder would leave, or Vulpesen would advance.
Vyr Taethiras
Oh, nobody. Just a single mortal who's in waaay over his head, the zorren thought. Still, his blade twitched in his grip, moving nowhere near its sheathe while his body leaned forward. Adrenaline was roaring through his body. It was the sensation he felt when he witnessed a charging army. The retrained frenzy that came before all hell broke loose, that moment when a soldier became bottled lightning.
'Don't worry, I am with you,' a voice whispered in his head. Varos. At the moment of his patron's voice, Vulpesen felt his muscles surge. His very soul seemed to swell as he felt an impossible amount of energy flow through him. He was a conduit, a single waterwheel at the mouth of a mighty river so strong it threatened to burst the dam that was Varos' restraint.
"An agent of the Vitae Court!" He finally said aloud, his voice doubled by a hissing whisper that carried with the volume of a warrior's shout. "Your change is not welcome! Leave!" Acting by instinct Vulpesen lifted a hand over the cliff's edge. His training, amplified by his master's power brought the water to heel as it swelled up between him and the island, forming a ramping bridge which froze into a solid structure. He took no steps forward yet, but the message was clear. Either the intruder would leave, or Vulpesen would advance.
Vyr Taethiras
'Great. He's a cynic,' The agent thought as he faced down the intruder. 'A cynic and a fool.' Still, at least he seemed intent to leave, albeit with a last message. Pointed ears flicked and perked up, listening for the fae's parting message. What they heard was a snap of a twig and underbrush followed by a rush of wind to his side.
Vulpesen threw himself to the ground as the bundle of fur sailed over him, rolling towards the brush to make himself some distance before rising to his feet. "A cynical fool and a cat person." His disapproval this dark fae was rapidly increasing.
[Bring him to me,] Varo's voice commanded, echoing through his head with authority. Bound by his master's command, Vulpesen surged towards his bridge. A hand passing over to slicken the ice, allowing him to glide down. As for the recovering beast behind him, Vulpesen reached out behind himself and send a cloud of fire to stall the cat.
"And now you're under arrest! Surrender peacefully!" he shouted over the roar of flames and the sound of leather skidding over ice. So much for a quiet removal of threats. It was time to earn the powers bestowed by Varos and the gold provided by the alliance. No easy day in the office for him.
Vyr Taethiras
Vulpesen threw himself to the ground as the bundle of fur sailed over him, rolling towards the brush to make himself some distance before rising to his feet. "A cynical fool and a cat person." His disapproval this dark fae was rapidly increasing.
[Bring him to me,] Varo's voice commanded, echoing through his head with authority. Bound by his master's command, Vulpesen surged towards his bridge. A hand passing over to slicken the ice, allowing him to glide down. As for the recovering beast behind him, Vulpesen reached out behind himself and send a cloud of fire to stall the cat.
"And now you're under arrest! Surrender peacefully!" he shouted over the roar of flames and the sound of leather skidding over ice. So much for a quiet removal of threats. It was time to earn the powers bestowed by Varos and the gold provided by the alliance. No easy day in the office for him.
Vyr Taethiras