Early-Mid Fall 516 A.V.
Deep within the confines of the Temple of the Black Sun, an exclusive meeting was underway. Skuld, perhaps one of the youngest agents of the Black Sun sat at a table sharing notes regarding a particularly devious Symnestra she came across during travel to Ravok. Her short hair and defined young face were deep into thought as she looked through one of her preciously treasured journals. Her eyes remained focused and determined. Her youthful voice finally broke the silence.
“To the individual in question, a bestial and problematic slave Symnestra. The vile creature was traveling by caravan to Ravok when I noticed him.” Her eyes glanced upwards to study the reaction of those she spoke. Among them a particularly special guest who tasked with holding the slave upon his arrival. Ematho, the Druvin warden of the Black Hole, sat inventively watching the official as she thumbed through her book. His armor was particularly menacing and as he sat the occasional scraping across the table could be heard as he moved his arms. Sitting across from the table on the other side was an entirely unknown member of the Black Sun. His stance was mostly focused, and as Skuld spoke, he took careful notes.
The youthful Skuld once again spoke. Her words were angelical compared to the two figures before her, yet she carefully placed words seemed to echo throughout the room. “Vladislov, a particularly invested study of mine, appears to possess qualities that would benefit the Black Sun and Rhysol.” The two figures seemed to change their stance almost immediately upon her words. They demanded attentions, but in the sense of respect, the two allowed the agent to continue.
“His overall qualities are questionable in nature and is extremely violent. Though, the beast would be able to be easily influenced and fit to serve Rhysol. A new before seen feat in that of The Black Sun. It is entirely possible for this individual to help the Black Sun and join our ranks eventually.” Her words were broken the unease of the two men before her. The Druvin reacted by standing up and turning his back to the table and grabbing hold of his sword. With a swift movement, he picked up his blade and directed it straight at Skuld’s throat. “You speak heresy.” Those were his only words to the woman. With the imitation the woman sunk back into her chair. Her head and neck fled backward. A silent gulp of air pushed its way down her throat. Despite her fear she still spoke without hesitation. “Vladislov shows abilities not too unrelated from my own. His overall status within the Black Hole has carefully been observed. Despite the state of his position, he showed resiliency. This quality is befitting of such a position, but it is not…” Her tone seemed to convey her beliefs “one taken without precaution.”
The shadowy figure across the table cleared his throat before finally choosing to speak. “A Symnestra in The Black Sun? Such has never occurred in our history. How do you find that Vladislov would eventually benefit our order and spread devotion to Rhysol?” His words were if anything unbiased, but he still held his doubt.
The warden retracted his blade reluctantly and placed his sword atop of the table. With a fluid movement, he took his chair in hand and sat back down. His white eyes were piercing towards the agent. “You are right that he has been resilient. I received word that most who have tortured him were unsuccessful in breaking him. What possible use would he have to Rhysol, then?” The warden spoke now staring at the woman as if he was piercing directly into her soul.
“Rhysol does not hold such prejudice. He would allow any and all to serve him. Vladislov is an empty canvas. He can be manipulated and broken he just needs a new purpose. Without guidance, he will be doomed to live a short life, as if that matters, but eventually I could see him being part of the grander scheme.” Her words no longer followed her notes in her journal, and it was clear that she was losing disposition within the meeting.
The Druvin turned his head menacingly to the shadowy Black Sun member. His demanding voice ordered the man. “Bring him forward. I shall decide for myself.” The warden handed a unique key to the Black Sun member. As he stood up and carefully took the key from the Druvin, his black cloak hid most of his features. “I will return with the prisoner.”
Skuld sat silently waiting awkwardly for the prisoner to be retrieved. She just hoped that his light fingers and bloodthirst didn’t cause a problem.
Deep within the confines of the Temple of the Black Sun, an exclusive meeting was underway. Skuld, perhaps one of the youngest agents of the Black Sun sat at a table sharing notes regarding a particularly devious Symnestra she came across during travel to Ravok. Her short hair and defined young face were deep into thought as she looked through one of her preciously treasured journals. Her eyes remained focused and determined. Her youthful voice finally broke the silence.
“To the individual in question, a bestial and problematic slave Symnestra. The vile creature was traveling by caravan to Ravok when I noticed him.” Her eyes glanced upwards to study the reaction of those she spoke. Among them a particularly special guest who tasked with holding the slave upon his arrival. Ematho, the Druvin warden of the Black Hole, sat inventively watching the official as she thumbed through her book. His armor was particularly menacing and as he sat the occasional scraping across the table could be heard as he moved his arms. Sitting across from the table on the other side was an entirely unknown member of the Black Sun. His stance was mostly focused, and as Skuld spoke, he took careful notes.
The youthful Skuld once again spoke. Her words were angelical compared to the two figures before her, yet she carefully placed words seemed to echo throughout the room. “Vladislov, a particularly invested study of mine, appears to possess qualities that would benefit the Black Sun and Rhysol.” The two figures seemed to change their stance almost immediately upon her words. They demanded attentions, but in the sense of respect, the two allowed the agent to continue.
“His overall qualities are questionable in nature and is extremely violent. Though, the beast would be able to be easily influenced and fit to serve Rhysol. A new before seen feat in that of The Black Sun. It is entirely possible for this individual to help the Black Sun and join our ranks eventually.” Her words were broken the unease of the two men before her. The Druvin reacted by standing up and turning his back to the table and grabbing hold of his sword. With a swift movement, he picked up his blade and directed it straight at Skuld’s throat. “You speak heresy.” Those were his only words to the woman. With the imitation the woman sunk back into her chair. Her head and neck fled backward. A silent gulp of air pushed its way down her throat. Despite her fear she still spoke without hesitation. “Vladislov shows abilities not too unrelated from my own. His overall status within the Black Hole has carefully been observed. Despite the state of his position, he showed resiliency. This quality is befitting of such a position, but it is not…” Her tone seemed to convey her beliefs “one taken without precaution.”
The shadowy figure across the table cleared his throat before finally choosing to speak. “A Symnestra in The Black Sun? Such has never occurred in our history. How do you find that Vladislov would eventually benefit our order and spread devotion to Rhysol?” His words were if anything unbiased, but he still held his doubt.
The warden retracted his blade reluctantly and placed his sword atop of the table. With a fluid movement, he took his chair in hand and sat back down. His white eyes were piercing towards the agent. “You are right that he has been resilient. I received word that most who have tortured him were unsuccessful in breaking him. What possible use would he have to Rhysol, then?” The warden spoke now staring at the woman as if he was piercing directly into her soul.
“Rhysol does not hold such prejudice. He would allow any and all to serve him. Vladislov is an empty canvas. He can be manipulated and broken he just needs a new purpose. Without guidance, he will be doomed to live a short life, as if that matters, but eventually I could see him being part of the grander scheme.” Her words no longer followed her notes in her journal, and it was clear that she was losing disposition within the meeting.
The Druvin turned his head menacingly to the shadowy Black Sun member. His demanding voice ordered the man. “Bring him forward. I shall decide for myself.” The warden handed a unique key to the Black Sun member. As he stood up and carefully took the key from the Druvin, his black cloak hid most of his features. “I will return with the prisoner.”
Skuld sat silently waiting awkwardly for the prisoner to be retrieved. She just hoped that his light fingers and bloodthirst didn’t cause a problem.
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