Post by darkenrahl on Jun 27, 2012 23:17:20 GMT
Where the forests joined to one another, the ground was scattered with the signs of combat. The bodies of both elves and giant spiders lay littered about, discarded and unloved. The spiders cared not for their fallen brothers, and the elves were unabel to retrieve their loved ones for fear of another war starting. There was a momentary peace at this second, however, and the evening was drawing in. Mist crept from the dark forest towards the light half, but the glittering elf-trees stood their ground. The air was cold, though, and night would soon be upon the place.
A lone figure of a man stood amongst the carnage, peering down thoughtfully at some markings he had prepared on the floor infront of himself. The circle on the earth was drawn in the blood of a fallen elf, who's body lay discarded to one side, no longer of use. The wizard wiped his knife clean on the poor elf's garments before sheathing it blithely, uncaring as to the death and decay all around him, though his nose wrinkled a touch at the smell of it all.
The magic he worked was more of a question then a spell. A divining, to determine his location. He coudl have used other means, of course, but a divining using the remains of a living being, well, that contained a lot of power and was more likely to be right.
Rahl raised a hand, elaborate red and gold cloth spilling from his arm and looking out of place. A glow began round his fingers even as he began to chant the words required, a soft wind springing up and jostling his black hair. The words rang with power and the glow strengthened, now emitting from the runes on the floor as well as Rahl's hand.
"Tell me, great powers, am I in the Midlands?" His voice was smooth, silky and almost seductive with it's power, though he spoke to no one in particular. The wind picked up then subsided. He lowered his hand.
No.
He tutted in irritation, half folding his arms and bringing one hand up to his lips, his look entirely ponderous. Well. Where was he, if not where he started? He looked around himself, confused and not liking it at all. If he was alone here, then there was no one that knew him. No Mord Sith to cater to his desires, no minions and legions to carry out his dirty work. He'd have to do it all himself.
The dark wizard sighed shortly, removing his dagger from it's sheath again and considering the other bodies scattered around near the heavy hem of his robes. Well, he'd just have to pick another, and start the process again. His divination could only answer yes or no... But maybe if he gave enough blood in sacrifice, he might get a name... Little did he know he was not alone in this place.