McIan
Journeyman
Telling Deminatza of the death of Torak was clearly the wrong thing to have done. When he had asked her if she loved the scoundrel, she was insulted, insisting they shared only a childhood friendship. However, she had accused him of murder, and when that happened, all the memories of his vile, sordid, past – all the shades of innocents he had made along the murderous path of his former, evil, life – flooded his mind, taunting him, cursing him. They accused him of trying to pretend he was other than the corrupt necromancer he used to be; that nothing had really changed; he was being himself. None of that could he deny. He had killed a man outright; perhaps not intentionally, but he did go to find him and had he not, the man would still be alive.
Following their heated confrontation, after she had departed for the Abbey in Yew, he had, as usual, drank too much wine and stumbled over to the Schloss, the castle of blood where his father (not really his father but his great great-grandfather, the Elder Scaramandine, the only real father he ever had) reposed and ruled.
He mouthed the foul, forbidden, words and was allowed entry this time as previously he could not since he refused to utter them. The guards knew him and watched him closely but said and did nothing else. Presently a dark robed, hooded, figure appeared and they talked; him asking if his father were there. When the answer was negative, the figure led him to a dining room where he ate and drank more wine.
The nameless host heard the arrival of someone, excused herself, and departed. It was then that a stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in a red and black formal dress, appeared in the doorway. He, thoroughly inebriated, invited her to sit and speak with him which she did gladly…
Following their heated confrontation, after she had departed for the Abbey in Yew, he had, as usual, drank too much wine and stumbled over to the Schloss, the castle of blood where his father (not really his father but his great great-grandfather, the Elder Scaramandine, the only real father he ever had) reposed and ruled.
He mouthed the foul, forbidden, words and was allowed entry this time as previously he could not since he refused to utter them. The guards knew him and watched him closely but said and did nothing else. Presently a dark robed, hooded, figure appeared and they talked; him asking if his father were there. When the answer was negative, the figure led him to a dining room where he ate and drank more wine.
The nameless host heard the arrival of someone, excused herself, and departed. It was then that a stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in a red and black formal dress, appeared in the doorway. He, thoroughly inebriated, invited her to sit and speak with him which she did gladly…