I never knew my real mother very well, I did know Valrya more than I'd ever want to know a person ever (even before, well I'll get to that). To say she was demanding would be putting it very very nicely. Everything was a command, and every command had to be obeyed or I got bled (not like with a knife, with her magical ability, to this day I still have a desire to kill every bleeder I ever run across). After the first week I looked like I'd had a knife fight with a pack of rabid shorties (she suggested I go to the local township and find someone to fix myself up, now for anyone else this would mean an herbalist or medicine person, for necromancers that means kidnapping someone and draining their life, I said I'd pass). I did learn how to control my fire better (despite Valrya being a bleeder the same prinicipal applies here, start small, work on control and know you're limits), no swordsman work though, Valrya only used a dagger for inflicting martial punishment when she couldn't be bothered to use a spell (you'd be amazed at what can get stabbed and not leave a scar).
After a weak of her motherly treatment she thought me well trained enough (and under control enough) to leave the cave and do something for her, she needed me to give a package to courier and return. I felt it utterly simple and a waste of my time, her dagger through my large toe on my right foot convinced me otherwise (she sent me without a horse, so injuring my foot was really a dick move, but that was Valrya, dick moves all the way through). It was a long walk to the meeting point, my foot hurt, I was a little dazed from being outside the cave, I didn't know where the hell I was (Valrya had provided me a map, but instructions on a map are not nearly the same thing as knowing the ground), it appeared I was in the Red Hand lands based on the plants and earth. I hobbled my way to the meeting point and waited (is there anything more annoying than having to wait for someone else? If there is I haven't found it! I tried leaving later once and still had to wait, which meant they were super late!). While I was waiting I had to wonder how Valrya, who I personally had not seen leaving the cave or speaking with anyone had set up a meeting on a short notice. Perhaps this was a usual thing for her? I was a bit confused honestly (ant not just from my foot and the blood loss).
"You aren't Valrya." He was short bald and on a horse, so I had two things on him to the one thing he had on me. Clothing was the usual stained white shirt with brown pants popular amongst the lower classes at the time. He wore a sword, but looked to be the type to use it to cut food than a man.
"Observant, here's the package." I'd been given a simple scroll, sealed in wax (warned to not open it or she'd kill me in a way that I'd not die for years). He snorted and took the scroll, opening immediately (apparently the don't open it was only reserved for me). I didn't even notice any change in his face or anything, he just read it and rode off. I shrugged my shoulders let out a sigh and started walking back when I heard the horse approaching at a gallup behind me. I turned to see baldy about to lop my head off with his sword (if that ain't a fine how you doing!). I ducked low under his sword blow (this is why horseman usually use spears harder to duck), and he went riding on by. When he turned around for another pass I burned his face off (well I conjured in the general direction of his head, it happened to have just you know melted his face off), I heard his anguished scream as he fell off the horse and then a snap, no more screams came (on the plus I did get his horse). I didn't really hang around (I mean not much of a mystery, give him a letter he tries to kill me, most likely the letter did not agree with him) "Mother" was waiting and I'm sure if I didn't return that I myself would suffer a similar fate. I made good time riding back, and when I got there she was waiting for me.
"I take it things went ok." She was dressed in a dark full length robe that looked like it had a hood, probably to hide her looks from those who might remember her (when you're a necromancer people remembering you is a bad thing, well aside from me who owns a shop in a populated city... nevermind).
"He tried to kill me!"
"All according to the letter I wrote, I told him you were there to kill him for failing me, how did he try to do it by the way?" She was more interested in the method then that I had survived. I jumped off the horse and attached it to a nearby post I took for doing just that. I hadn't really looked at the outside of the cave much since I'd left, it was fairly normal looking, well as normal as a cave with a hitching post and a necromancer inside can be.
"With a sword Valrya, he tried to chop my damn head off." I was going inside, but she wasn't following me.
"He always was a failure, couldn't have even tried to ambush you on the way back, I mean you are injured. Oh well Trezlan I'll be leaving you for a bit, if Morley comes by, tell him I'll be back in a week."
"Who?"
"You'll know its him when you see him, for now try not kill yourself." Victor Morley, a man I wish I never met, back then I was an idiot and thought it would be nice to meet another of "mothers" children, oh how wrong I was. Valrya left then, she made these trips from time to time causing mischief, resupplying herself, or just engaging in wanton murder. I was thankful she was gone, when Morley arrived I wished she was back. But that will be tommorrow little journal.
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