Dreadlords The Long Road

[Livia Quinnick]

"FUCK!" The man growled out as Livia pulsed a touch more of her magic upon him.

Her stare pierced him, focused yet not quite seeing him as her control remained on the power that only wished to unleash without restraint, but Livia would not give it such freedom. She was in control, she was in power here. Loosing a slow, deep breath, Livia closed her eyes and centered herself.

"The one that ordered you was not in that town... I think I see them... somewhere near Vel Hetren..." She lied.

The idea of Livia tracking his employer made him even more on edge. She could practically sense his pure unease before seeing it for herself when she opened her olive eyes again. Livia smiled. He believed her, knew what her magic could do for her, and searching for his boss meant that he feared them and their anger.

"No matter where we leave you, you cannot run from us. I will always know where you run to, and my friend here has ways of chasing to wherever it is. I may look like some noble girl, but I assure you, when push comes to shove, I do not hesitate choosing who can live or die."

As if to drive home her words, Livia's hand shot out to grip his ankle, and thus creating a conduit for her corrupting magic to course from her and inflict pain on all his organs as the blood vessels began to clog. She held him a few seconds before release, but the pains and damage lingered. "Tell me his name. Why you followed me."

 

[Cenric]

The girl had the streak in her.

Good.

He could foster that over the coming months. That was the benefit, without Erodin they would be moving slowly, even by ship. A few weeks together, and Livia wouldn't mind cutting a few throats if it was for the right reason.

Just had to be sure to be the right reason.

"FUCK! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! HIS NAME IS DRACMIR! DRACMIR!"​

A long groan escaped the redhead, his plush coat shifting a little as he took a step backward and his head tipped the same way. Amber eyes flickered over towards his companion, and she shook his head. "He's a stooge."

"He probably thinks you're a Princess." Lips pressed together, and he raised his hand. "Dracmir is left over business, Livia. A mess from one of my bodies."

A vulnerability. "I'm sorry you had to see it." His index and thumb came together.

"Let me know if there's anything I can make it up to you." A loud snap rang out, and a scream echoed as the man's skull began to be consumed by flame. "A house in Sereno?

Cenric asked casually as he began to walk away. "Erodin gave me this apartment in Vel Anir, its near the elf-quarter, but honestly not bad. Keep this between us and it's yours."

 

[Livia Quinnick]

Her shoulders drooped, as if disappointed this had not been something more dangerous upon her life.

She should be grateful.

If this were a pawn of Gilram's, there would be more fight. Perhaps a harder catch at their pursuer, more fight to their interrogations.

But even as Cenric walked away with offered bribes, Liv did not follow him. She lingered several feet away, face turned back to watch their captive give in to the flames, until his screams ended in strained gargles. Until his body slumped to the side, his body no longer writhing, did Livia go to follow Cenric.

"How about we say you owe me a favour of any kind in the future? I want to take my time on such a kind offer." She was glad for the sea breeze that welcomed them back on deck. It blew her hair back, and the salt provided flavour on her tongue as she spoke. Livia did her best attempt at humour, even going as far and showing him a sly smile. "Once I get to know you and more of this thing we are searching for... maybe I will form a better idea of what I would like in exchange."

But truthfully, Livia had no clue what she wanted. She thought she had everything in life, that her future was secured enough to be content... and that was all before she agreed to go on this mission. Still, she could not bring herself to send any of the letters she had penned in her mind, the idea of seeing them on parchment made her nauseous.

Would he believe her, or would he think she agreed to this mission to get away from him? To run away... like she always had in the past.

"I am glad we cannot smell the docks from here." She added, crossing her arms and dropping her gaze to her boots. The distance from home was getting to her. The idea of being on this level of importance of a mission before she even saw graduation... she was glad for the excuse of being absent, but worried what her friends would say...