Salak’nor stumbled through the Vale, it had indeed been a tiring venture, not only had he been attacked by humans and had some odd conversations with spirits, but his departure from the empire on Spiritual matters (mostly rituals) had been wasted. He had been unable to get his hands on more than 4 human children, it was disgraceful the amount of guards the humans were using in small villages.
Luckily the spirits had made the beasts of the Vale passive and he had travelled through it unharmed, sighing he rested on a wall frowning.
He knew he wasn't powerful, yet once he gave up his elemental powers to once again pursue a path of Light and Shadow, to better serve the Spider Queen he realised how weak he was. A strong wind could probably kill him right now, it was sad, at the age off...what age was he now...well into his thirties he must be! Whatever, at his age he should be able to do powerful things with the spirits, but he could hardly heal a cut or hold a shield…
He needed training, and he needed to learn more of these priestly ways as his elemental shamanistic powers were not beyond him. Those spirits of elements had accepted his new path and would never help him again, now voodoo magic and the spirit world was his new powers…one in which he had no skill.
HE had been in the empire longer than many, and had less power, less respect…but then do I care?
No I guess not, I am not powerful and perhaps never will, yet I can still serve Shadra…that makes me happy.
How the mighty have fallen Salak...you have become so pathetic...once you were..NO Silence your thoughts fool!
Looking down at his chest he cursed
Yet it would have been nice to not have lost my tabard…getting up he moved further into the Vale, hoping to run into a Troll of the empire before he died of hunger…
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