Of Love, Life, and Dragons Part I

[Lusipher]

{EDIT} This story takes place at the end of ALFA1, during the Year of Rogue Dragons, and after the beginning of ALFA2. Events within havent played out yet as ALFA2 will start after the events documented in the Year of Rogue Dragons novels.

Murick Welms left a tavern in Daggerford around midnight. He was in a foul mood more so from the lack of progress in his endevours than the alcohol he had consumed. It had been months since he last spoke with Talon. He knew his mentor had made his way back to Selgaunt with the others of his association months ago. The lack of news, mixed with his meager progress with the Scalykind was starting to make him lose his faith.

Murick let his mind wander as he made his way back to his rented room in the city. Everything came back to Oni. It had been a difficult parting. Through all their trials and travels he had grown very fond of the female Kozokurian. Was it more than fondness he truly felt?

He let his mind conjure up images of Oni Kobiashi. She was everything he ever wanted. Fierce, intelligent, and stunningly beautiful. She had been his accomplice, his friend, and more. He yearned for her now. She had pierced his heart and it wouldnt stop bleeding.

When she had left he knew it was for the best, but it still hit him hard. He had continued with his duties. He thought he had buried his emotions, but they re-surfaced when the Council had allowed him to speak with his "son". Their "son" had many questions about his mother, but Murick had few answers for him. Besides, Murick knew the lad would find his answers easily enough.

Murick sighed and thought to himself "If only I had your abilities, my son".

Murick rounded the corner and made his way to the Inn. He entered and went to his room. He stood before the door and spoke a few words and watched as the door shimmered blue for a few seconds. Satisfied, he entered the room. It was pitch black and eerily quiet. Murick closed his eyes and with his mind sensed the wards that were still intact. Relaxing, he opened his eyes and went to light a candle. As soon as it was lit he turned around only to come face to face with a hooded figure in a purple robe. Staff in hand, the figure waved it and Murick could sense all his wards dissapate instantly as well as the magic on his armor and weapon.

A sense of overwhelming fear grasped him. He tried to recite the words to a powerful spell, but the words would not come out. All he could do was stand there waiting for the end to come....except it never did.

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The hooded figure began to speak and its words reverberated across the room.

"If I wished you dead Acolyte, you surely would be"

The hooded figure moved to a chair and sat down. His robes folded around him. Murick tried to look into the face of his attacker, but oddly he couldnt make out any features within the robe. Surely, it had to be the lighting in the room?

The figure gestured for Murick to sit upon the bed that was near.

" We have much to discuss. You would do well to get comfortable"

Murick made his way to the bed never taking his eyes off the purple robed figure. The sense of fear he had resurfaced as he walked past to sit down.

"Your work done for the Cult has been more than excellent. I know of your many months work here in Daggerdale. It pleases me at what you have accomplished in such a short time and in such a city with many enemies."

"I have need for members like you. A time soon comes upon us that will change all of Faerun. What was will come again and we will shape the future"

"You wonder who i am? I am he who founded your teachings. I am First Speaker. Ex-Chosen of that bitch, Mystra. I am he who returns from the grave to lead us to destiny. I am your master...."

"Sammaster!!!!" Murick yelled within his own mind.


More to come soon!!