The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, a Warhammer Online Destruction Regiment, The Coming Storm: Part 8

The Coming Storm: Part 8

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“So what exactly did that mean?” said Asarikox to her, still sitting in the glade with the water lapping against her feet. The clouds were just starting to come into view over the treetops, the birds were beginning their songs once more.
“It meant what it said, we all have things that govern us, but nobody can really find it” she replied, pushing her hand through the water to distort the image of herself that gazed up at her.
“When did you write it?”
“Years ago, I’ve carried it with me, just in case I feel the need to write more, but I can’t bring myself to spoil the imperfections of the clean pages”
“So it’s like a diary?”
“Yes, like cold flesh, I need it, but have no need for it”
She paused, cocked her head to an angle and widened her eyes. In the centre of the water, a small blue glow had flickered into existence like a struggling candle, like a tiny star beneath the water.
“Asarikox, what’s that?” she said, pointed at the small glow, which steadily grew in size.
“What, in the water?”
“Yes, look!” she said again, grabbing his shoulder and pointing frantically towards the centre of the water.
“I don’t see anything”
She was already wet enough from trying to freeze her mind into thinking correctly and properly before, but as the liquid washed around her ankles, then her shins, and slowly eating away at her body, all of what remained of her clothing stuck to her from the damp and cold as she reached neck deep. She needn’t care though, right at her ankles was the small orb of glowing blue light.
She plunged underwater, letting the bubbles of air gently stroke across her face as in one hand she clasped the small glowing ball, and prized it from the water.
“Now do you see it?” she cried as she waded back to the shore, clutching firm the little ball of energy.
“Yes, I see it now, what is it?”
“I’m not entirely sure”
Placed it down on the shore, to allow to water to run of it. It looked very much like a small ball of glass, inside several shades of blue liquid swirled and mingled, but never mixed, with layers and washes of the hundreds of blues of the sky, water and sea, flowing together in the sphere, no bigger than one could manage to clasp within their hands, but no smaller than one could forget its beauty. It seemed so delicate, like any foreign invasion of the peace and tranquillity could shatter the shell, and send the plasma inside to lick at the world around it.
“I think we should take it back, ask somebody what it is, they might know” she whispered, not to prevent anybody else hearing, but to conceal and prolong the gentle mood it seemed to emanate.

"You're going to catch your death walking like this in the early reaches of the morning" said Asarikox as they walked down the trail, looking at the women who stood next to him, barely clothed, and that which she did wear was damp and grasping. He had nothing to offer her though, his leather armour was tightly fit and would have been painful for a women to wear.
"Maybe," she replied "but we're not far from the city now, I can get changed there"
As they exited the wood, the tall black walls of the city, adorned with spikes and erupting with towers at regular intervals, struck straight out. The land around, bleak and dead as it was, could never compare to the desolate blackness of the city walls, where they leered out at the grey rocks and withering trees to keep them in place.

Their priority was to get her changed, to make sure the clutch of the wet would last as minimal a time as possible. After she had adorned new robes, the two descended the stairs of the room, and down into the larger room, then out onto the streets.

"Well it's most certainly not of magical nature, it disgusts me to think you couldn't recognise a pretty trinket when you see one" came the cold, dry tone of the Sorcerer whom now held the orb with the tips of his fingers, turning it to view it in the many lights. He flicked it with one of his larger fingernails, for no noise to resound. "It's not even liquid contained in glass, as I first thought. Glass, as you may know, makes a noise when struck, but this, is rather more unique."
"What is it then?" she said, wishing the orb to be returned to her quickly, through fear of what the Sorcerer might do to it.
"I'm pained to say I'm not entirely sure. Where again did you say you found this?"
"In the water, near the freezing water just outside the city" replied Asarikox
"Interesting. I can't see it, to find any use for it, as it doesn't seem to posess magical qualities, more like qualities of a material undiscovered. I will need to keep this for further study young ones, If you truly seek the answers you came to me for."
Asarikox looked at her, she looked at Asarikox. They had hoped a more immediate response, rather than handing whatever it was over to someone they known very little time at all.
“No need to fear, I can see the suspicion in your eyes, I do intend to do what I said I will with this”
They two left, feeling still uneasy about the situation. Whether he was genuine in his words and tongue, or if he needed to lie so much that he had become good at it.

“So what do you think it is?” she said as they walked through the street
“I’m not entirely sure, It never felt like it was magical, it just looked like a pretty trinket”
“I understand, I picked it up, it just felt like a ball, with no presence” she replied
“With the blade, I remember holding it and knowing it had something extra, something magical and powerful. It just ran through me, the magic. If it didn’t do that for you, perhaps it wasn’t magic.”
Asarikox was cut off, as plastered across the street came the spray of blood from one of the alleyways, like an explosion of gore had gone off just on the edge. Following the trail inward revealed a husk of a man, wheezing frantically as the wound on his side bled onto the floor below. His head lolled over to the side, to witness the two black figures who blocked out the cold sunlight from reaching his flesh.
The female hurriedly knelt down beside him, but Asarikox looked upon him with much disgust. Like a large knot inside him, he did not know why he could not kneel to help the soul, but his knees locked and he head swayed from side to side. He almost felt happy to see that someone else, beyond himself, could see and feel the suffering.
“Leave it, don’t try and help me” he groaned through a sulphur mouth and dry, salted lips.
The stain on the floor was slowly growing larger, as his wound seemed to show no remorse in bleeding onto the floor, casting the red monster similarly to how Asarikox remembered it.
“Asarikox, help me here!” she cried
He could only stand, move his eyes, break contact with her for a moment to lull the sense he wasn’t there.
“Asarikox!”
He had endured it, much like thousands of others, so why could this poor wretched heap, lying, dying, crying on the floor not? What wound could be so great that the desire could not overcome it? It showed weakness.
“Asarikox!”
Weakness could not be in this world. The deep governing monster, like mentioned in her book. It could eat some people, or perhaps all people, but the point being it could eat quicker or slower than others. Those who were eaten slowly could show strength, and for Asarikox, who might never die of age, who could sit in solitude and never feel the world’s cruel thrust, he could prove to be resilient and powerful too.

“The shields” came the last spit of word from the mouth of the dying man, as his insides fell to the great beast within him.

“Fear the Black Fire Fist”

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