Missing in Action
Apr 12, 2013 22:23:34 GMT -6
Post by Narrator on Apr 12, 2013 22:23:34 GMT -6
The Regent stands in the state room, alone but for his bodyguard Nyxereos. At the moment, he is favoring a red and orange, fiery glow - a reflection of his growing irritation. He looks over a map of Hell, scribbled with notes and covered with figures representing different factions, forces, and individual. All are accounted for - all but one.
With an irritable sigh, he forms from shadows and earth a figure of a Fallen - heavily scarred and wingless - and glares at it, his eyes glowing a brighter orange momentarily.
"Master Lysandor of the Elite," he mutters to himself as he turns the likeness in his hand. "Missing." With a flourish, he floats the figure above the map. It wavers between the figures representing the Horde and the figures representing the insurgents - who reports say call themselves "Legion." "If not for Thane's insistence, I would have publicly declared him a traitor to the Throne by now. As it stands, I cannot trust in his loyalty."
He floats the figure of the Fallen down beside the map, between the two factions of Hell. Regent walks away from the table, pacing with irritation. He glances at Nyxereos, feeling little comfort in the silvery Fallen's enforced loyalty. Thane had been a trustworthy demon, one he could count on. Losing the Rachet to the rebellion in the Black Forest was a blow he is still recovering from, but the decision to let Thane lead the Rachets back to the Queen's side had been the right one.
"What say you, Nyxereos?" Regent asks, stopping in his pacing to regard the Fallen. "He gave you some training, did he not? Would his honor hold against the face of temptation, or is it as broken as his sanity?"
With an irritable sigh, he forms from shadows and earth a figure of a Fallen - heavily scarred and wingless - and glares at it, his eyes glowing a brighter orange momentarily.
"Master Lysandor of the Elite," he mutters to himself as he turns the likeness in his hand. "Missing." With a flourish, he floats the figure above the map. It wavers between the figures representing the Horde and the figures representing the insurgents - who reports say call themselves "Legion." "If not for Thane's insistence, I would have publicly declared him a traitor to the Throne by now. As it stands, I cannot trust in his loyalty."
He floats the figure of the Fallen down beside the map, between the two factions of Hell. Regent walks away from the table, pacing with irritation. He glances at Nyxereos, feeling little comfort in the silvery Fallen's enforced loyalty. Thane had been a trustworthy demon, one he could count on. Losing the Rachet to the rebellion in the Black Forest was a blow he is still recovering from, but the decision to let Thane lead the Rachets back to the Queen's side had been the right one.
"What say you, Nyxereos?" Regent asks, stopping in his pacing to regard the Fallen. "He gave you some training, did he not? Would his honor hold against the face of temptation, or is it as broken as his sanity?"