I hate waiting, if this isn't readily obvious to you faithful reader of my insanity (or strange alien creature reading a journal of the world you destroyed) then you haven't been paying attention. I burned my way out of my restraints without too much difficulty (there was one terrifying moment before the ropes burned through that the chair caught on fire, but you know that was brief), but I was stuck in the room until the two jerks who broke my freaking fingers returned. The room was fairly small, felt like a basement from light sources and that it was dirt floor with stone walls (also sound was muffled). Only one real way in or out, and it was a metal door (I could have tried burning through it, but without knowing whats on the other side I could end up blowing myself up, which funnily enough happened to me once later on, not like anytime soon in this timeframe, but I digress). So I waited, and waited, and got angry, and waited. I also laid a blood trap at the door entrance (its a bit of ritual magic thats best left to your imagination for the most part, especially how I got blood with no knife or blade nearby, think badly broken fingers), but that didn't take too long and so I sat in the dark waiting.
It felt like a day had gone by before the door opened again (of course this had to be when I was taking a piss in the corner, I even knew the second I went to pee they'd come back). The small man was the first one through the door and stepped right into my trap, his scream was high pitched and brief (thus is the nature of such a trap, just again leave it to your imagination, it was fatal and not in a nice way) unfortunately its a one time thing and his big ugly companion came tromping into the room after him murder in his ugly eyes. He had a size advantage, an ugly advantage, and I had two broken fingers, but I had the an anger advantage and I can conjure fire with my damn hands! I also had the darkness in my favor, as the light provided by the door being opened didn't give big ugly a great visual of me, I didn't help this by blowing up a fire ball to blind him more (I had to be careful with hurting big ugly, I needed him alive temporarily at least). I lead off with my right hand, because I'm a mouth breathing moron, as soon as my broken fingers brushed his hard as stone face I screamed in pain (I hurt myself a lot more than I could have possibly hurt him). He didn't wait for me to recover from my own tactical blunder, two shots to my groin region had me double over in pain (hitting a man in the groin totally not fair). I was on my knees when I felt that large tree branch he called an arm cinch in around my neck, seconds away from dying or being knocked out I reached back with my left hand and garbbed hold of his genitals (turn about is fair play) it didn't phase him at first until I willed fire into my hand and burned his balls into the next world (no matter how tough you are, when someone burns your testicles off, you are going down forever). The tree branch off my throat I took a huge gasp of air and brought my foot solidly into big uglies nose, it had the desired effect of erupting his face with blood.
Still clutching his no longer there testicles I worked my necromagic on his back and drained his life, I felt my fingers snapping back into place (necromancy restores your body, it does not do it pain free, fixing a broken appendage with dark magic is the most brute force method ever) and let out another scream. Big ugly tried to say something as his life was being sucked out of him, but it came out in grunts and honestly I was taking what I needed from his life force anyway. His was a tragic life of being a victim of violence and then being the one who brought that violence to others, the age old story. I did confirm what I thought, Mervis was on to me, well sort of. He thought I was working with Morley (and thought that Morley had killed Valrya, something all the other children of Valrya thought honestly), and had sent these two to figure out what Morley wanted with him. I also got a brief glimpse of Lorissia unfortunately under the sway of Mervis. I didn't have much time to work, so I stepped over the mess of the little man at the front of the room, spotted my supplies including my sword, snatched them up and went on my way.
When I emerged in the light of Lork the city looked as I had left it, a bunch of people walking to and fro trying their best to ignore others while on their way to their current fix. I had a mission though and a location, poor Mervis wouldn't see me coming until it was too late, unfortunately for Lorissia too late had already happened for her as well. Tommorrow I write of damnation, well more than usual.
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