Lorentino'd: To lose to Trezlan Lorentino at an improbable moment after your victory was assured due to superior numbers, strategy, or magical ability.
No these aren't actually in the dictionary, yes I've been trying for a long time to influence society to get them there. See Morley and I are like cosmic opposites. He exists to screw over people and leave them in danger while benefitting himself, and I exist to destroy his plans by complete accident/luck or happenstance. I've ruined Morley's plans without even knowing I was doing it, I'm just that good. Which isn't to say Morley directly intended on betraying me from the start to better himself, but once it became clear he could well his mind was made up immediately. Not to mention whatever he intended the fact I ended up tortured for three freaking months shows what a horrible person he is (ignoring what a horrible person I am, I don't leave people to be tortured for three months, well on purpose!) Anyway revenge blah blah blah, not going to leave you some revenge blue balls, because then you might find me if you are still alive an exact your own revenge and then not tell people about it properly and the sequence as they say would continue.
"Dance for me." Just writing the word now makes me seethe with anger. See what the councilman meant was not actual dancing, he meant whip me until my wailing and agony was a nice "dance" for him. This had been my routine for three months, the fact unkempt councilman asks me to dance and his sadistic guards whipped me.
That day they made a mistake. You ever make a mistake and have that moment of "oh shit?" Like right after you screwed up you can see the result of it in a moment of clarity. That didn't happen for my captors, well it didn't happen right away. The councilman wanted a new show, he tired of my anguished dancing attached to shackles, so he figured I was so defeated they could take them off, and just whip me free form as it were. Now for most people this probably wouldn't have caused an issue, but for a magic user, especially one like myself who had been plying my trade of fire for over a hundred years this was one of the worst things they could do. Remember how I've said in the past pain can make your magic more potent? Yeah imagine being whipped for three months unable to release rage building in your veins and slowly going crazy over each beating. It was like a might river damned up and then suddenly released, power flowed through me the likes of which I've never had or hope to ever have again (raw power on that scale is dangerous, not just because of corruption, because of personal destruction, its like trying to hold on to a lightning bolt).
So when the shackles came off I did what came naturally. I laughed, I laughed long and hard, it wasn't a good wholesome "Oh that was funny." laugh. It was a madness laugh, it was a "Oh crap we let a psycho have a moderately sharp edge." The councilman got a sour look on his face, I was not doing my normal dance and he was not happy with my laughter. There were four guards there, he pointed to one to restrain me again, but it was too late, I grabbed his hand instead and devoured him. My necromancy was also super charged, his body was a dessicated husk within a second of me grabbing him, the wounds on my back healed painfully, but I didn't care, I was swelling with power and anger. I didn't have thoughts, just emotions, raw anger prevalent. With a wave of my hand the other three guards were engulfed in flames, the flames were so hot I actually burned myself being near them.
The councilman panicked, he screamed for more guards to come but I burned the entry way (now you might think its a bad idea setting fire to the only way out of a room you are in, on a ship you are currently on, but you weren't driven mad by torture). Now I have no idea what magical ability the councilman had, or ever had, I do know that he died horribly, I won't go into detail here other than that. Mainly because its a memory I return to when I feel down or bad and I really don't want to share my personal moment of joy at the death of another man.
So I was on a ship that was on fire and getting worse, I was more than partially crazy and still surging with power and corruption and that's where I'll leave you, because I'm lost in the memory of murder and enjoying it too much to finish the boring stuff that happened next of being insane with power and destruction. Wait that wasn't boring...
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