"So what was it like to kill Valrya?" Morley and I hadn't spoken all day, I followed and he sat silently leading. Well we didn't start off like that, he asked me what it was like riding Lorissia I told him another comment like that and I'd add him to my dead necromancer list, that kind of killed conversation. We were at a makeshift camp in the wild now, as usual for me it was a simple campfire with our meager camp next to it (I had a two blanket set up, Morley had something more elaborate that involved laying down like three layers of padding before he put his blankets down.
"I was half in and half out of concienceness when I did it Morley, it felt like getting socked in the testicles and waking up with all the worst nightmares, except they were real."
"Still you got a lot of experience out of it I'm sure, I mean you already show promise with your necromancy, recklessness yes, but promise, like that blood trap in Lork, ingenious, that you were able to do that in the dark very impressive." Morley respected power, its the one thing that scratched his itch for domination. We had eaten something Morley had brought with him, I thought it might be poisoned (or to some idiots envenomed) until he ate first, he watched me while he did and made a comment while I was eating that if it was poisoned he could have developed an immunity to it thus making me waiting for him to eat was a dumb idea, I hate him so much.
"Yeah it was great seeing entire villages of small children being burned alive, let me tell you."
"Ahh yes the mage hunter tribe, what a silly group of morons, they were trying to hunt us all down and kill us, looks like we got there first right?" He smiled in a way that was more than a little unsettling considering the subject matter.
"What am I doing out here with you Morley? We are not even in the same class of people! I'm an opportunist, you're an evil guy who bathes in evil."
"Not true, I bathe in water, and judging on your smell, something you should do more often." Hardy har har, I was in prison you dick! Look I know this is years later, but that comment still stings.
"Morley I need to know what we are doing becuase I'm not up to murdering children because you told me I have to."
"Oh don't get off your pedastal your highness, if you must know you're fixing my mistake ok! See I admitted it, I made a mistake and you are correcting it! Hell we're doing the world a favor here, so don't get all worried about murdering innocents, these guys are all bad people that I associated with made mistakes with and now you'll be cleaning up!" He really admitted he needed me to fix his problem, over the years this would become a pattern, never once have I ever called up Morley to help me, ever, for a reason mind you, his solutions always involve murder a lot more than mine, which is pretty bad because most of mine involve murder too.
"Thrilled we are fixing problems for you, what about my problems Morley?"
"Are one of your problems a resurrected army of undead currently planning on bringing back entire armies of dead people to enslave the world?"
"No actually no."
"Well then there you are!" Hate him so much. So yeah, his "problem" was a resurrected evil that he thought he could control that got loose. And on top of that he figured two of us would be enough to handle something even he admitted to being a freaking army. You have to hate Morley, only he could be so callous and stupid at the same time. What's sad is that he always keeps one step ahead of me. I swear he and I are fated to either doom this world or save it, probably doom it to save it only to doom it again. Why of all the people I have to spend the rest of my eternal life with did I have to be paired up with Morley?
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