(Mirror Edge, Argentum) Somewhere in the Waterways, Near the Lake of Miracles
"Hmmm, well if you're not satisfied with your employment... you could always stay with me. I suppose that depends on how much you value this... Oath of yours though. After all, I know of the practice but it's not something dragons dabble in. We don't have time for mortals. Your situation also sounds troublesome. Is it really okay for one with free will to be subjugated by a promise so long ago to a being who no longer walks this plane of existence?" Argentum had a strange light in his eyes. One that surely showed he didn't want to give up the amulet. He was staring at it longingly. As if he'd seen some long lost soulmate walk past his eyes. One that he didn't want to get away again.
The elemental could easily feel... that showing herself might have been a mistake. It had given the amulet even more value to the dragon that was holding it. She could also note, he mostly was blue in colouration. He had silver flecks that lined his scales, though it only served to give him a somewhat, heavenly sheen. Blue dragons were known for their love of unique treasures. Ones that spoke a thousand words. They were the dragons that most closely curated their hoards of treasure. No bland ornament was to be found, only the most eye-catching of jewels and baubles. "But..." he continued, His voice echoing, the dull thud of a hammer on metal. "I suppose if this oath is important to you... why do you spirits limit yourselves so? Do you not want to be free? Why do you listen to the beck and call of mortals? After the compulsion of the magic fades... why bother staying?"
Lotus Contiello, Countess Sybil Contiello, Count Heinrich Contiello, Lord Cyllis, Redeemer Riika, Father Babble, Barbara, Iidrra, Look, a lot of people ok? Time: 1st Day, of the 1st Month, of the Year of Rebirth. 3:00 PM
"I am fond of the idea. What sort of flower though?" Riika asked, raking her mind for an answer. She wasn't really the best with symbolism. She typically thought it pretty pointless. Though, she'd come around to how powerful icons, symbols, and things for their like could be. After all, Symbols were used in magic often. Runic Magic being the biggest example. Power stored in the form of a letter, or image, to be released on touch or another condition. It was fascinating in it's own right. However, a symbol for oneself... Riika never had to think of this before. They were at a loss.
((I'll be putting in an update here for Regent soon, I'm not exactly sure where I'd like to venture with this scene at the moment hence my delay but I promise I'll get to it as soon as I can Murdoc. Sorry to do this too you again.))
Heart of the Castle. 1st Day, of the First Month of the Year of Rebirth, ?:?? P.M.
"Solomon!" Azegeor ran towards the old lord he once knew, but a look of horror came over the wise one's face instead of one of relief.
"Stay back! It will ensnare you too!" a desperate panic was in his voice. He was serious. However, this left uncertainty. If he were to approach he'd be ensnared along with the old lord, but, he couldn't use magic to remove him either. All of the magic he had was too destructive.
"Then, what do I do?"
"You act after me, there won't be a lot of time, I can't explain. That thing... knows your here."
"Okay, let's begin then."
The two liches nodded at each other. Whatever it was the wise lord had in store... Azegeor knew he could trust him. This was really Solomon. The kind and wise man he knew, the one he still maintained that he was subservient to, but... if he had to be it'd be Solomon he chose.
Suddenly a pulse of light came from Solomon flinging him from whatever he was attached to. It catapulted him forward quickly as the black tendrils gripping him gave way. They screamed as the light burned them... and bubbled with a black ichor. However, move suddenly leaped into the old ones place. Azegeor realized they were like the ones in his mind. However... what Solomon had been attached to was an enormous clump of them. A hulking pile of wriggling and writhing mass that seemed to ahve no end. They lashed out to grab Solomon again they reached for the old Lich as he floated through the air. It was his chance.
[REAAAAAAAAALITY SLASH!!!] Azegeor screamed. His hand was suddenly enveloped in a bubble of clear energy. It seemed to be... there but not there. It was a gap within reality's fabric... it looked fuzzy and it made the eyes itch just looking at it. He reached his hand above his head and swung his arm in a mighty arc a a few times. Blades of the energy screamed forward yelling loudly as they went. They cut a swathe through the very world itself... like a bubble of nothingness between two planes of existence. The ripple pulsed through the mass of tentacles and at first nothing happened. Then, suddenly they all screamed in the only thing it could be described as, absolutely unbridled agony. If Azegeor had ears that were still organs, they'd have started to bleed the sound was that piercing. The heap collapsed as it feel in twain, a pulsating orb of tar like flesh sat in it's center. A vile ooze sloughed out of it in chucks the consistency of curdled blood. What ever it was... it was now dead. Solomon landed with a resounding crack, his old bones hitting the ground running as he sprinted forward attempting to stop himself. He ran all the way until he found himself right next to Azegeor. He grabbed his right shoulder and flung his weight around Azegeor, spinning around him once. He was rather spritely for an old bag of bones. He grinded his hands into Azegeor's shoulders, forcing himself to a dead stop. He now stared deeply into his eyes. If his face wasn't naught but a skull, Azegeor knew he'd be smiling.
"Thank you Azegeor. However, we've yet to finish."
"You're right... NOW YOU DIE, THEN YOU'LL BE DONE!!! It's nothing personal, but I tire of you Solomon. You just had to fight back instead of let me torture you... let me taste your sweet sweet... terror, panic... and other delectable emotions. But, I will taste the brief explosion of them as I snuff out your life force. Not as sweet as drawing them slowly, like a nectar from the tree of life. But, this crushed powder will have to do I suppose. A waste, but... I really just don't like you Solomon."