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maderr"We have lost him." Clothed head to toe in dark clothing that seemed to blend into the room around him, a man with dark brown eyes knelt at the foot of a dais, bowing his head at the three men seated there.
The man in the middle, tall and thin and gray, spoke in a booming voice that shook the dark stone chamber in which they gathered. His eyes were dark red, a sign of just how far into the magic he had gone.
You could go no further.
"What do you mean, we have lost him?"
The man in brown shook his head. "We followed him by tracking his magic. He has burned off everything."
"Nonsense. Yellow lasts for weeks, and we have it on good authority he used at least two orange. He should have the magic in his systems for days yet."
"Not if he burned it all off," the man said quietly. "Which we think he did."
On the rightmost side, a man with deeply tanned skin and dark orange eyes moved restlessly in his seat. "Why do you think such a thing?"
The dark-clothed man motioned to the door. "I have brought...a guest."
"Bring him in, Tawn" the last man snarled. He was pale and sickly; his hand shook as he raised it to motion the guards to open the doors. His eyes were red, so dark as to appear almost black.
Tawn nodded and rose to his feet, moving with cat-like grace to the doors and motioning to the dark-clothed figures that waited outside in the hallway.
Two men dressed much like Tawn entered the damp, gray stone chamber and threw a figure to the floor in the front of the raised dais.
Gasps filled the room and more than a few of the gathered members stumbled several steps back.
The tall, gray man rose to his feet, voice booming in anger and some fear. "Why have you brought an Illusur into our stronghold?"
Tawn grinned, an expression that made those closest to him shiver, and stepped forward to lift the the figure up so that they could see his face.
His skin was a pale, almost silvery white in the light of the candelabra that fought off the darkness of the windowless chamber. His hair was the same, shining like fine silver.
The Brothers gasped, breathes hissing out in stunned disbeliefe.
The Illussur had no eyes.
"How did you manage that trick?"
Tawn laughed, cold and hard. "The trick is to find one that is badly wounded. They are too weak to cast their illusions." He turned the Illusor's head, stroking a cheek still crusted with dried blood. "Take out its eyes, and it will never cast illusions again." He let the Illussur go, and the blinded man fell back down upon the stones, trembling in fear and shock.
The Trio all nodded, and the sickly man leaned forward in his seat. "Why do we need an Illussur? What can it possibly tell us?"
"We found several of them in a battlefield, amongst a great many dead Kria soldiers. Not just any Kria soldiers..." Tawn paused, brown eyes flaring into a deep gold.
"Get on with it," the tall man spoke.
Tawn smirked. "They were amongst fallen Scarlet."
The man in the middle, tall and thin and gray, spoke in a booming voice that shook the dark stone chamber in which they gathered. His eyes were dark red, a sign of just how far into the magic he had gone.
You could go no further.
"What do you mean, we have lost him?"
The man in brown shook his head. "We followed him by tracking his magic. He has burned off everything."
"Nonsense. Yellow lasts for weeks, and we have it on good authority he used at least two orange. He should have the magic in his systems for days yet."
"Not if he burned it all off," the man said quietly. "Which we think he did."
On the rightmost side, a man with deeply tanned skin and dark orange eyes moved restlessly in his seat. "Why do you think such a thing?"
The dark-clothed man motioned to the door. "I have brought...a guest."
"Bring him in, Tawn" the last man snarled. He was pale and sickly; his hand shook as he raised it to motion the guards to open the doors. His eyes were red, so dark as to appear almost black.
Tawn nodded and rose to his feet, moving with cat-like grace to the doors and motioning to the dark-clothed figures that waited outside in the hallway.
Two men dressed much like Tawn entered the damp, gray stone chamber and threw a figure to the floor in the front of the raised dais.
Gasps filled the room and more than a few of the gathered members stumbled several steps back.
The tall, gray man rose to his feet, voice booming in anger and some fear. "Why have you brought an Illusur into our stronghold?"
Tawn grinned, an expression that made those closest to him shiver, and stepped forward to lift the the figure up so that they could see his face.
His skin was a pale, almost silvery white in the light of the candelabra that fought off the darkness of the windowless chamber. His hair was the same, shining like fine silver.
The Brothers gasped, breathes hissing out in stunned disbeliefe.
The Illussur had no eyes.
"How did you manage that trick?"
Tawn laughed, cold and hard. "The trick is to find one that is badly wounded. They are too weak to cast their illusions." He turned the Illusor's head, stroking a cheek still crusted with dried blood. "Take out its eyes, and it will never cast illusions again." He let the Illussur go, and the blinded man fell back down upon the stones, trembling in fear and shock.
The Trio all nodded, and the sickly man leaned forward in his seat. "Why do we need an Illussur? What can it possibly tell us?"
"We found several of them in a battlefield, amongst a great many dead Kria soldiers. Not just any Kria soldiers..." Tawn paused, brown eyes flaring into a deep gold.
"Get on with it," the tall man spoke.
Tawn smirked. "They were amongst fallen Scarlet."
