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Transparent 22, Sulphur 14
Name: auguris
'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Broker of Death IV (III, II, I)
Colors: Transparent 22. Vicious, Sulphur 14. Idol
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Stain (We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact. - Jean-Paul Sartre), Pastels (dangerous), Glitter ("Where there is anger there is always pain underneath." – Eckhart Tolle)
Word Count: 920
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: Broker witnesses an argument.
In closing, a word of warning: they truly believe the Sword belongs in the hands of their false Lady's practitioners, and will stop at nothing to recover it. Remember the words of Morgause: It Is Not A Sword But A Key. Her followers believe Paragon Emeris and his Esteemed Royal Companion misused what is "Rightfully Hers". Every act, every perversion, in truth every deed and word is intended to bring them closer to their "True Path", to unlock the Door locked by the Sword. If you are in their way, they will do all in their power to remove you. And much power do they have.
Spellwork outlawed over a century ago. Ritual sacrifice. Something called soul-tethering that Broker didn't quite understand but sounded like nonsense; ridiculous hearsay the Assembly put forth to instill fear of Necromancy into impressionable wizards.
The book was old, though. Typed in some places, not printed by a press but from a typewriter; handwritten in others. Crude drawn diagrams and chalk smudges. This wasn't an official text but something thrown together by an individual, a fanatic probably. Someone obsessed with the idea that these people actually existed.
From somewhere downstairs his Master shouted; the words were unclear but the anger was not. Broker stared at the floor. He hadn't done anything egregious, not that he could think of. They had been avoiding each other since the incident in the library, but if Master Vider was angry with him he would come to Broker's door, not shout at him through the walls.
Someone else was here, then, and not a friend.
He closed the book, standing abruptly but unsure what to do: Master Vider could handle it, probably, and if he couldn't what could Broker do? He could handle the dead just fine, he was only a few years from proving himself to the Deyjarl, but he didn't know what good he was in a fight. He wasn't trained for it, beyond basic defense. What was he going to do, ward them to death?
Another shout, this one female, followed by a booming discharge of magic. He rushed to the door; he was too far to tell what the working was, but nothing that loud would come to any good.
He reached the stairway in time to hear "--get out of my house!" followed by a thunderclap. Broker stumbled, clutching the banister to keep from tumbling headfirst.
"You stupid old asshole! I'm trying to protect you!"
"From the very people who murdered my friends and a seventeen year old girl? You are a disgrace!"
Broker froze. A woman came into view, walking backwards through the entryway. She looked a bit like his Master -- the same wide nose and dark skin, although her hair was cropped close to her head and twisted much tighter. "Prove it, old man."
"Lady drown you!" Lightning struck the wall near her head. She didn't even flinch.
"What are you going to do, call the Court on me?"
"Yes."
That made her flinch. Shock bled into fury matching Mater Vider's tone. "Yeah, you would. Master Dweven is right about you. Every word."
Very quietly Master Vider said, "If you ever say that man's name in my presence again, I will kill you."
She shook her head. "No you won't. You're an empty spellbook. Fearsome and deadly on the outside and blank inside. Just like the rest of the Assembly." She waved her hand, dismissing him. Her gaze washed over Broker as she turned; if she took any notice of him it didn't register as she threw the door open.
Master Vider followed her, reaching towards her for a moment before slamming the door shut hard enough the frame splintered.
Broker's ears roared in the silence. Master Vider stood in the entryway, head in his hands. Broker swallowed, sure his Master would be angry, but eventually the man would turn around and wasn't it better if he announced himself?
"What in the hells just happened?"
Vider whirled, eyes wide. "Hav-- Broker, how long have you been standing there?"
Well he was taking to the new name finally, that was nice. "Since 'get out of my house'."
Master Vider wiped his face. "Come, come here. Did she see you? Did she?"
"I-I don't know." Broker detached himself from the banister. The electrical charge in the hallway made his small hairs stand on end. "Who is she?" Vider only shook his head, gesturing for Broker to follow.
They stopped in the kitchen, and Broker sat while Master Vider brewed a pot of tea.
It wasn't until Vider sat across from him, gazing into his steaming tea cup, that he said, "Her name is Kaija. She is a member of the Followers of Morgause. Perhaps more accurately, she is a follower of Aldric Dweven's."
Broker gripped his cup, soaking in the warmth. He wasn't thirsty. Half a dozen questions rose in his mind, weighed down by the huge unspoken And on his Master's face.
"She is also my daughter."
Half a dozen questions slipped away. "You threatened to kill her!"
"Yes. I did." Master Vider raised his eyes, looking past Broker, towards the front door.
"I'm sorry," Broker said. Vider turned his gaze to Broker, face blank, eyes far away. He sighed and looked away.
Broker stared into his tea, following the ripples created when he moved his cup this way and that.
"I finished the book," he finally said. Master Vider grunted. "Is all of it true?"
"Most of it," Vider said.
Broker nodded to himself. "I have some questions. For later," he added quickly, glancing up. Master Vider still stared at nothing, but his eyes crinkled in the corners.
They sat in silence until long after Broker's tea had gone cold.
auguris'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Broker of Death IV (III, II, I)
Colors: Transparent 22. Vicious, Sulphur 14. Idol
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Stain (We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact. - Jean-Paul Sartre), Pastels (dangerous), Glitter ("Where there is anger there is always pain underneath." – Eckhart Tolle)
Word Count: 920
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: Broker witnesses an argument.
In closing, a word of warning: they truly believe the Sword belongs in the hands of their false Lady's practitioners, and will stop at nothing to recover it. Remember the words of Morgause: It Is Not A Sword But A Key. Her followers believe Paragon Emeris and his Esteemed Royal Companion misused what is "Rightfully Hers". Every act, every perversion, in truth every deed and word is intended to bring them closer to their "True Path", to unlock the Door locked by the Sword. If you are in their way, they will do all in their power to remove you. And much power do they have.
Spellwork outlawed over a century ago. Ritual sacrifice. Something called soul-tethering that Broker didn't quite understand but sounded like nonsense; ridiculous hearsay the Assembly put forth to instill fear of Necromancy into impressionable wizards.
The book was old, though. Typed in some places, not printed by a press but from a typewriter; handwritten in others. Crude drawn diagrams and chalk smudges. This wasn't an official text but something thrown together by an individual, a fanatic probably. Someone obsessed with the idea that these people actually existed.
From somewhere downstairs his Master shouted; the words were unclear but the anger was not. Broker stared at the floor. He hadn't done anything egregious, not that he could think of. They had been avoiding each other since the incident in the library, but if Master Vider was angry with him he would come to Broker's door, not shout at him through the walls.
Someone else was here, then, and not a friend.
He closed the book, standing abruptly but unsure what to do: Master Vider could handle it, probably, and if he couldn't what could Broker do? He could handle the dead just fine, he was only a few years from proving himself to the Deyjarl, but he didn't know what good he was in a fight. He wasn't trained for it, beyond basic defense. What was he going to do, ward them to death?
Another shout, this one female, followed by a booming discharge of magic. He rushed to the door; he was too far to tell what the working was, but nothing that loud would come to any good.
He reached the stairway in time to hear "--get out of my house!" followed by a thunderclap. Broker stumbled, clutching the banister to keep from tumbling headfirst.
"You stupid old asshole! I'm trying to protect you!"
"From the very people who murdered my friends and a seventeen year old girl? You are a disgrace!"
Broker froze. A woman came into view, walking backwards through the entryway. She looked a bit like his Master -- the same wide nose and dark skin, although her hair was cropped close to her head and twisted much tighter. "Prove it, old man."
"Lady drown you!" Lightning struck the wall near her head. She didn't even flinch.
"What are you going to do, call the Court on me?"
"Yes."
That made her flinch. Shock bled into fury matching Mater Vider's tone. "Yeah, you would. Master Dweven is right about you. Every word."
Very quietly Master Vider said, "If you ever say that man's name in my presence again, I will kill you."
She shook her head. "No you won't. You're an empty spellbook. Fearsome and deadly on the outside and blank inside. Just like the rest of the Assembly." She waved her hand, dismissing him. Her gaze washed over Broker as she turned; if she took any notice of him it didn't register as she threw the door open.
Master Vider followed her, reaching towards her for a moment before slamming the door shut hard enough the frame splintered.
Broker's ears roared in the silence. Master Vider stood in the entryway, head in his hands. Broker swallowed, sure his Master would be angry, but eventually the man would turn around and wasn't it better if he announced himself?
"What in the hells just happened?"
Vider whirled, eyes wide. "Hav-- Broker, how long have you been standing there?"
Well he was taking to the new name finally, that was nice. "Since 'get out of my house'."
Master Vider wiped his face. "Come, come here. Did she see you? Did she?"
"I-I don't know." Broker detached himself from the banister. The electrical charge in the hallway made his small hairs stand on end. "Who is she?" Vider only shook his head, gesturing for Broker to follow.
They stopped in the kitchen, and Broker sat while Master Vider brewed a pot of tea.
It wasn't until Vider sat across from him, gazing into his steaming tea cup, that he said, "Her name is Kaija. She is a member of the Followers of Morgause. Perhaps more accurately, she is a follower of Aldric Dweven's."
Broker gripped his cup, soaking in the warmth. He wasn't thirsty. Half a dozen questions rose in his mind, weighed down by the huge unspoken And on his Master's face.
"She is also my daughter."
Half a dozen questions slipped away. "You threatened to kill her!"
"Yes. I did." Master Vider raised his eyes, looking past Broker, towards the front door.
"I'm sorry," Broker said. Vider turned his gaze to Broker, face blank, eyes far away. He sighed and looked away.
Broker stared into his tea, following the ripples created when he moved his cup this way and that.
"I finished the book," he finally said. Master Vider grunted. "Is all of it true?"
"Most of it," Vider said.
Broker nodded to himself. "I have some questions. For later," he added quickly, glancing up. Master Vider still stared at nothing, but his eyes crinkled in the corners.
They sat in silence until long after Broker's tea had gone cold.
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happy families are boringNo, they really don't. Well, Broker's was fine until it got burnt to the ground.*coughs* Anyway! Thank you for reading. :)