Perfectly manicured
fingers traced patterns through the air, shadows building as the
atmosphere in the room grew thick with spells. A dark song overshadowed
the movements of the hands, guiding the energy into a flat disc that
hung in space before the pale elf that was summoning the power. Soon the
disc began to flicker with energy, an image slowly forming in it.
Seluna Dawnsea smiled cruelly and leaned forward to look at what her
scrying spell had to show her.
The image slowly came into focus deep within the heart of Silvermoon. There, in the Court of the Sun, two elves walked towards Sunfury Spire, likely on business somewhere within the structure. As Seluna watched, the image cleared further and she could easily make out the forms of Jenuila Sunstorm and Vomher Wyrmcurse. Her smile widened as she commanded the image to move closer so she could inspect the two.
Glowing blue eyes studied the outline of Jenuila closely, her critical gaze missing few details as she muttered to herself. "So little Magistrix, now we will know the truth one way or another. Talk flies around the city, and yet the rumors cannot be confirmed or denied."
She forced the image closer to Jenuila, studying the shape of her body closely. Was her bust a bit heavier? Her hips wider? Or was it imagination? Was it the cut of her gown; a garment well suited for her rank and position? Seluna frowned as she pondered these questions, her gaze focusing closely on Jenuila's belly for a moment. "Your secrets cannot remain hidden forever little wench. I will know for sure."
Despite her words, Seluna's frown deepened as she realized she would NOT discover the answer to her questions by merely scrying on the Magistrix. Her robes were cut too loosely, and did not hug her curves enough for Seluna to judge her body's condition. She would need to get closer to the elf, but first...
The image drifted over to Vomher, and Seluna smiled as she studied the short, irritable little Archmage. Her hands came up, tracing over the image of the old elf with a fondness that would likely have made Vomher either shiver in disgust or scream about being touched and poked at. The thought made Seluna chuckle to herself.
"And you, Lord Wyrmcurse. Why do you allow yourself to waste precious time and energy with the likes of that little harlot when you could have so much more? To think that your great talents could be used to rebuild the might of Quel'Thalas, but are instead spent idly pleasing that stupid little creature is maddening."
Seluna paused, frowning at the image of Vomher, who continued to walk beside Jenuila, unaware of the light touch of the scrying. "I can give you so much more, Archmage, and I shall. Once you have seen what I have seen, once you have faced your last test, you will come to understand that this city has a sickness that must be purged before we can rebuild it. Once you have faced death and passed beyond it, it will be so much more clear to you."
In the image, Jenuila's hand brushed Vomher's as they walked close together towards the spire. It was a little thing, a nothing gesture that no one would have noticed, but Seluna saw it. Her fury grew as her gaze returned to Jenuila. "You will not be permitted to stand in the way of Quel'Thalas' furture. I will tear your spirit from your body before I allow that to happen, before I allow you to waste anymore of the Archmage's resources that could be better spent serving ME."
The gaze drew close to Jenuila, closer than it had before, seeking to pierce flesh and bone and see within the other elf. A faint shimmer appeared around Jenuila in the image, and suddenly the scrying disc went black.
Seluna stepped back, her face a mask of shock as the disc vibrated violently, images forming in it and spinning past her sight. Flashes of places she did not recognize flickered in her view before the image settled on a plain, unadorned room in a place that she could not pinpoint. In the center of the scrying spell another elf stood, her fel green eyes staring back into the spell and clearly seeing Seluna on the other side.
The gaze, filled with hatred, was framed by jet black hair that had hints of red peeking out at the roots. The elf's mouth curled into a smile, her right cheek rippling with softly glowing runes and ward marks. Her lips parted and her voice came through the scrying spell as if she stood in the room with Seluna. "Hello Mother."
Seluna's eyes narrowed in rage, "Biar'athiel! Release my scrying spell at once! How dare you? You should be dead and rotting in the ground with the rest of your people."
The smile fell from Biara's face instantly, her eyes burning with intense hatred, "With my daughter you mean. And my name is Biar'athiel no longer. That is a name that YOU gave me, a name that I surrendered long ago. I am Biara, Scion of House Dayfire, Magistrix of Silvermoon City."
Seluna sneered, "Impressive. I don't care what you want to call yourself, you are nothing now. You are defeated and gone, and your place in the city is mine now. So begone and trouble me no longer. Do not make me waste valuable time hunting you in whatever hovel you hide in now."
Biara smiled back at Seluna through the scrying spell, her words coming out like venom, "Send as many as you like Mother. They will never return. You are a murderess, a killer of children, and a vile undead thing that should have been destroyed long ago. But for all of that, you do not understand something simple about your own daughter. I am everything you made me to be, and everything Father made me to be. I am a warrior, a leader of armies. I have destroyed my foes, been named a butcher in my own right. You are simply an obstacle, a thing to be removed from MY path as I correct the mistakes I've made. I am watching you now, and your time is nearly done."
With that, Biara turned, beginning to step away from the scrying image. As she did, Seluna laughed at her back, "You are nothing now Biar'athiel. My only regret is that you have no more loved ones to make suffer. Your precious Knight made a lovely servant you know. He was quite obedient. I do hope he didn't get broken during the process."
In the image, Biara paused, her back still to Seluna. "Mother, do me a favor. When you see Father again, do tell him that I'll be along in my own time, after I've corrected the rest of the things that you and I have both done to ruin the name of our House. I expect you'll be seeing him momentarily."
Before Seluna could reply, Biara whirled in the image, her hand coming up and her eyes blazing with magic. A small little flickering orb of blue and red magic floated towards the viewpoint of the scrying spell. Incredibly, it bridged the connection between where Biara was and where Seluna was as Biara's magic overpowered Seluna's wards placed on the scrying spell. Instantly the small little orb expanded in size, becoming a monstrously large frostfire orb that began to spit frostflames all over the room.
Seluna's eyes widened in shock as the scrying spell was torn to pieces from the emergence of the orb. She had only second to turn and dash from the room, hurling herself to the floor and shouting words of power to cover her body with a shield of shadows. Behind her, the room crackled with frostfire as the orb grew larger, expanding until it reached a critical mass.
A second later it exploded.
***********************************
On the outskirts of Silvermoon City the quiet of the day was shattered as a massive explosion rocked Dawnsea Manor. Part of the structure lifted into the air in a brilliant display of flickering blue and red flames, smoke trailing skyward as a spell detonated deep in the heart of Seluna's scrying chambers. It would take days to clean up the wreckage, and House Dawnsea would need to issue apologies to the neighboring Houses for the noise and distress the blast caused.
They would claim that a goblin device malfunction and that they were looking into obtaining retribution from the merchant, but one amongst the number would know quite differently.
Seluna Dawnsea would be much more careful the next time she spoke to her daughter.
The image slowly came into focus deep within the heart of Silvermoon. There, in the Court of the Sun, two elves walked towards Sunfury Spire, likely on business somewhere within the structure. As Seluna watched, the image cleared further and she could easily make out the forms of Jenuila Sunstorm and Vomher Wyrmcurse. Her smile widened as she commanded the image to move closer so she could inspect the two.
Glowing blue eyes studied the outline of Jenuila closely, her critical gaze missing few details as she muttered to herself. "So little Magistrix, now we will know the truth one way or another. Talk flies around the city, and yet the rumors cannot be confirmed or denied."
She forced the image closer to Jenuila, studying the shape of her body closely. Was her bust a bit heavier? Her hips wider? Or was it imagination? Was it the cut of her gown; a garment well suited for her rank and position? Seluna frowned as she pondered these questions, her gaze focusing closely on Jenuila's belly for a moment. "Your secrets cannot remain hidden forever little wench. I will know for sure."
Despite her words, Seluna's frown deepened as she realized she would NOT discover the answer to her questions by merely scrying on the Magistrix. Her robes were cut too loosely, and did not hug her curves enough for Seluna to judge her body's condition. She would need to get closer to the elf, but first...
The image drifted over to Vomher, and Seluna smiled as she studied the short, irritable little Archmage. Her hands came up, tracing over the image of the old elf with a fondness that would likely have made Vomher either shiver in disgust or scream about being touched and poked at. The thought made Seluna chuckle to herself.
"And you, Lord Wyrmcurse. Why do you allow yourself to waste precious time and energy with the likes of that little harlot when you could have so much more? To think that your great talents could be used to rebuild the might of Quel'Thalas, but are instead spent idly pleasing that stupid little creature is maddening."
Seluna paused, frowning at the image of Vomher, who continued to walk beside Jenuila, unaware of the light touch of the scrying. "I can give you so much more, Archmage, and I shall. Once you have seen what I have seen, once you have faced your last test, you will come to understand that this city has a sickness that must be purged before we can rebuild it. Once you have faced death and passed beyond it, it will be so much more clear to you."
In the image, Jenuila's hand brushed Vomher's as they walked close together towards the spire. It was a little thing, a nothing gesture that no one would have noticed, but Seluna saw it. Her fury grew as her gaze returned to Jenuila. "You will not be permitted to stand in the way of Quel'Thalas' furture. I will tear your spirit from your body before I allow that to happen, before I allow you to waste anymore of the Archmage's resources that could be better spent serving ME."
The gaze drew close to Jenuila, closer than it had before, seeking to pierce flesh and bone and see within the other elf. A faint shimmer appeared around Jenuila in the image, and suddenly the scrying disc went black.
Seluna stepped back, her face a mask of shock as the disc vibrated violently, images forming in it and spinning past her sight. Flashes of places she did not recognize flickered in her view before the image settled on a plain, unadorned room in a place that she could not pinpoint. In the center of the scrying spell another elf stood, her fel green eyes staring back into the spell and clearly seeing Seluna on the other side.
The gaze, filled with hatred, was framed by jet black hair that had hints of red peeking out at the roots. The elf's mouth curled into a smile, her right cheek rippling with softly glowing runes and ward marks. Her lips parted and her voice came through the scrying spell as if she stood in the room with Seluna. "Hello Mother."
Seluna's eyes narrowed in rage, "Biar'athiel! Release my scrying spell at once! How dare you? You should be dead and rotting in the ground with the rest of your people."
The smile fell from Biara's face instantly, her eyes burning with intense hatred, "With my daughter you mean. And my name is Biar'athiel no longer. That is a name that YOU gave me, a name that I surrendered long ago. I am Biara, Scion of House Dayfire, Magistrix of Silvermoon City."
Seluna sneered, "Impressive. I don't care what you want to call yourself, you are nothing now. You are defeated and gone, and your place in the city is mine now. So begone and trouble me no longer. Do not make me waste valuable time hunting you in whatever hovel you hide in now."
Biara smiled back at Seluna through the scrying spell, her words coming out like venom, "Send as many as you like Mother. They will never return. You are a murderess, a killer of children, and a vile undead thing that should have been destroyed long ago. But for all of that, you do not understand something simple about your own daughter. I am everything you made me to be, and everything Father made me to be. I am a warrior, a leader of armies. I have destroyed my foes, been named a butcher in my own right. You are simply an obstacle, a thing to be removed from MY path as I correct the mistakes I've made. I am watching you now, and your time is nearly done."
With that, Biara turned, beginning to step away from the scrying image. As she did, Seluna laughed at her back, "You are nothing now Biar'athiel. My only regret is that you have no more loved ones to make suffer. Your precious Knight made a lovely servant you know. He was quite obedient. I do hope he didn't get broken during the process."
In the image, Biara paused, her back still to Seluna. "Mother, do me a favor. When you see Father again, do tell him that I'll be along in my own time, after I've corrected the rest of the things that you and I have both done to ruin the name of our House. I expect you'll be seeing him momentarily."
Before Seluna could reply, Biara whirled in the image, her hand coming up and her eyes blazing with magic. A small little flickering orb of blue and red magic floated towards the viewpoint of the scrying spell. Incredibly, it bridged the connection between where Biara was and where Seluna was as Biara's magic overpowered Seluna's wards placed on the scrying spell. Instantly the small little orb expanded in size, becoming a monstrously large frostfire orb that began to spit frostflames all over the room.
Seluna's eyes widened in shock as the scrying spell was torn to pieces from the emergence of the orb. She had only second to turn and dash from the room, hurling herself to the floor and shouting words of power to cover her body with a shield of shadows. Behind her, the room crackled with frostfire as the orb grew larger, expanding until it reached a critical mass.
A second later it exploded.
***********************************
On the outskirts of Silvermoon City the quiet of the day was shattered as a massive explosion rocked Dawnsea Manor. Part of the structure lifted into the air in a brilliant display of flickering blue and red flames, smoke trailing skyward as a spell detonated deep in the heart of Seluna's scrying chambers. It would take days to clean up the wreckage, and House Dawnsea would need to issue apologies to the neighboring Houses for the noise and distress the blast caused.
They would claim that a goblin device malfunction and that they were looking into obtaining retribution from the merchant, but one amongst the number would know quite differently.
Seluna Dawnsea would be much more careful the next time she spoke to her daughter.
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