“some how i doubt people would believe that Dorian Van Nevis; leader of the Magi guild, and Orin Sevirus the infamous assassin are one in the same.”
the threat though subtle, was apparent. Dorian sat gently into his high-back throne like seat behind his desk in the grand hall. Tapestries of the various Sects of the guild stood above each section of the giant stone table breaking it into the different followings. Dorian's eyes seemed to be lost in the size of the room just letting his mind relax for just a second.
“and somehow...”
Dorian paused with a deep breathe. Then a small smirk came across his face, a dark and sinister look that caused the young boy, who obviously just became a messenger for the order of the dragon's blood, start to process the thought of running.
“i doubt anyone will believe the word of a lowly dark elf above that of an upper class High elf whom happens to hold the position of high magi-strator. Now, dear child, i would suggest to you that you take a moment to think of your course of action. Will you, with your new found knowledge, go the prosecutors whom so desperately need a reason to impeach me... or will you silence yourself and live past those double doors behind you...”
there was a chill in the air now... the happiness was being sucked from the surrounding area, the light almost disappearing from the gas lamps that surrounded the meeting hall. The child couldn't move, his feet held to the spot. His body shivered in the newly bought leather guard suit making it impossible for him to breathe now. Still though, courage was not all snuffed from the boy, he attempted for his little dagger, but with the single move, he'd sealed his fate. The cold now enveloped his body, it burned through his chest and turned his heart to ice. He could feel his body falling to the ground, his body hitting the cold marble floor. Then it all went a beautiful blue, and he saw his body lying there... dead.
From the other perspective though, the burst of cold that shot through Dorian's hands made him shiver in delight. But he could not revel in the glory of another murder for the moment. He had to plan quickly. The Guards would be in any moment to stop a fight before it escalated. The only words that came to mind as he lunged for a corner of the room dramatically was
“Mad Man! Help!”
with a swift lunge at the boy's body he grabbed the dagger from the corpse cutting his chest. Indeed it hurt, but it wasn't the first scar on his body. With a jolt the doors burst open swords drawn, bows at the ready, two of the men had a ball of fire in their hands ready to throw at a moments notice.
“Sir! Maester Dorian are you alright?!”
with a small wince and a chant of a healing spell, Dorian stood, his robes ripped at the sleeve from hitting the pillar, the cut on the chest now going away, and the boys body still steaming from the hole in his chest where he had been frozen straight through.
Thank you, general... I'm quite alright... i didn't get to my position by spouting a few charm spells...”
he mock laughed, covering the disdain he had at the moment for everyone around him. He took his robes over his head, and threw them on the table, no wearing a dark jerkin and a pair of doeskin slacks with leather shoes. Around his neck was something not many people saw, the amulet of Veneration. Something Dorian had been 'willed' by the last Maester after he had taken his soul and placed it's power in the amulet.... though nobody knew that. He also had four rings on each hand. Each containing a Djinn of incredible power that made Dorian even more of a threat to anyone who opposed him.
“sir would you like to see the Healer on site? Perhaps have a drink...”
it was quaint how the guards protected him so blindly and virginally. Sometimes Dorian thought of letting go of his hired killer status... his power... but then the addiction took over his mind... the fear...
“sir?”
the voice brought him back into his mind, his eyes focusing. He ran his long tan fingers through his blood red hair. His sparkling green eyes looked at the men around him now.
“I'm sorry General perhaps i will go to the healer. Would you escort me? I feel a bit faint from using an ice attack before i prepared it properly.”
the General clicked his steel boots together and nodded.
“as you wish sir.”
walking down the corridor with the General, Dorian stopped and faced him.
“General, i have a request.”
the General paused and looked at him straight in the eyes, his hand at his sword, his posture perfect, just like they trained them to stand.
“anything sir, just ask.”
Dorian grinned, the rush of power coming over him once again.
“i want you to bring me the Necklace that young man was wearing. Something about it struck me as fickle...and if you could once your finished with that, i want all your dossiers and documents on the Dark Riders guild.”
the General looked perplexed now, not at the request for the necklace but of the mention of the Dark Riders. His posture seemed to shift momentarily, a chill ran up his back like someone had walked over his grave.
“sir? I don't... i don't understand quite what you mean. Is there a specific...”
Dorian raised his hand impatiently, a snarl now coming across his mouth.
“All of them General, not just specific ones. I-want-them-all. Is that understood?”
the General grabbed his poise back from whatever ghoul took it out his spine the first time and he clicked his heels and nodded to Dorian again.
“as you wish sir! The documents will be delivered to your home in two days. The documents will include all restricted files.”
Dorian smiled again. That sadistic twisted smile which visibly gave the General a stomach ache.
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