[h3][color=662d91]Vale Azsier[/color][/h3]


  The Dark Elf had finished his meal rather quickly, leaning back in his chair he kept looking around at the others. He was quite able to pick up on the conversations of the others, just one more skill he was trained to possess. The hushed tones of some and random insults of others were things he cared little for. Yet, the conversation that was being held at the buffet did acquire his interest. A human, a tiefling, and the high elf seemed to be chatting it up amongst one another.

  His purple eyes didn’t dare look their way lest they become weary in their speech, he simply remained alert to his surroundings while he concentrated on listening in. the human was apparently a prince named Alexander of Tyrania, he recognized the name of the country. A small one, recently a coup had occurred by the boy’s father if he was correct in his memory. The tiefling didn’t seem to be impressed by this boy, something the both of them could agree on. This tiefling seemed more warrior than mage like the fat insect piling food onto his plate across the room.

  The tiefling was also armed by what he could only assume was a crude blade. He averted his gaze but not his attention as the trio moved to a table not too far from him. Again they continued their talk with the boy’s table manners seemingly lacking compared to the other two, a strange sight indeed. Now it seemed that the tiefling was explaining his reasons for being here. The oath was believable sure but the way he spoke seemed off, rehearsed almost with a strict way of saying ‘if I say this wrong I will be punished’ strange. Then the elf spoke, Lady Mornelis of Bistrial, a rather high population High Elf city known for their wards against dark magic. He even knew the layout of that city, it is a high priority target within certain sects of the dark temple and all operatives are to have this city as well as a few others memorized in the event of open conflict.

  The last part of what the elf said caught his attention, [i]“Thay? So the tiefling is a slave then or was to be in that country, more like a lawless wasteland.”[/i] He thought. Yet it seemed like their conversation was winding down as the boy seemed to inquire about having the elf be his tutor, through a simple agreement the boy left their company. The tiefling had one more parting insult once the boy was far enough away and their conversation seemed to dwindle down to small talk. Yet another form of meaningless talk.

  Still, he seemed bored with this place. The others talked of nothing interesting or important and the place was a bit too cheery for his taste. “[i]Perhaps a trick would lighten up my mood?” [/i]he thought to himself. Slowly he brought his right hand up to him and off the table swirling the air ever so slightly with his hand, before long streaks of dark magic trailed behind his hand before he simply whispered to the magic, “[color=662d91]Fetch me some of that Dark Elf wine they have[/color]” he stopped swirling his hand. The dark streaks twirled there for a moment before moving through the air toward the table with the Dark Elf food. Moving like black wisp’s through the air with a subtle whisper.

  While these streaks were moving and dancing through the air another streaked from his other hand across the floor. This thin dark line snaked its way from shadow to shadow staying under the feet of those passing by and ultimately staying out of the tiefling’s gaze as it crept towards the High Elf. The other multiple wisps found their mark and circled around a dark chalice that held a viscous liquid with a purple smoke pouring over its edges only to dissipate just before the bottom of the cup. As the other wisp’s danced around the cup before twirling under it and lifting it back towards Vale. The other line finally reached the elf, slowly the dark energy crept into the wood of her chair and corrupted the wood of the back legs. This action effectively made it so any movement of the chair would break the back legs sending the chair and its occupant to the ground.

  The Chalice slowly made its way to his table, showing great control the cup never split what it held as it made its way across the dining hall. When it arrived Vale let it sit for a moment, the dark energy that retrieved it seemed to be absorbed into the wine itself. This wine was quite special only Dark Elves and those who could wield dark magic could drink it. For others, it would simply be poisonous. The wine was enchanted with dark magic to keep its flavor and as one where to sip it, it would sip some drinker’s dark magic as well. Its taste wasn’t sweet or bitter, it tasted of a flavor that could only be summarized by emotion as it overwhelmed the senses so much so that the taste was forgotten, and this one specifically tasted of sorrow.

  The Elf would stay there for a little while longer sipping on his drink before sighing and standing. Again his left hand rested on the pommel of his sword as he brushed and passed by the others. He would not apologize or even acknowledge the fact that he may have pushed another out of his way as he walked out of the hall. He did glance back one more time at the others in the hall and bared his teeth toward them, again a look of disgust. The Elf found himself returning to his task at hand, mapping out the remaining pathways of this chaotic structure and then begin studying about the magic he was sent here to learn, he didn’t care for a curfew. What did they expect him to do, wait around in his quarters while the others slept? This thought didn’t return to his mind again as he continued down the endless corridors of the library.


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