end.”
“Monitor the animal Brand. If it shows potential, we can possibly use it as an expendable assassin and let Elan'fer'sha be the scapegoat. What of your attempts to infiltrate the Stoics?”
Kra'cha'len frowned, wearing an expression of frustration. “They do not trust me enough to let me any farther into the organization than the general meetings. Since we cannot ascertain who the leaders are, I do not know what it will require to gain their trust.”
Stegnar'shen'fal sighed, as he rose to his feet. Walking to a window that did not have any furniture in front of it, he looked out over the night covered Great Citadel. “Do your best. I will try to find someone who can successfully track one of the Stoic leaders to his or her point of origin. You had best leave, before anyone can become suspicious your true position.”
“Yes, Your Eminence.”
Kra'cha'len exited the room, closing the doors behind himself.
What Is Your Connection To Talon?
*** Gor'achen Citadel (Over Tallifer) - Battleground of the Damned ***
Return: Day 140
Elan'fer'sha stood naked in the center of her ritual chamber. With the exception of her face and hands, her entire body was marked with the midnight lines of tattoos. Forming ritual patterns meant to channel and hold the Umbra, the tattoos were intended to help her to handle the dangerous Elemental Power, without falling victim to its insidious corruption.
Her stare was focused on the items laid out on the alter in front of her: two swords, one belt, one belt pouch, four rings, one bracelet, and one charm encrusted with rubies and yellow diamonds. The swords have no patterns. The bracelet and charm are unbound, but they have the remnants of soul threads still clinging to them. The rest are bound to Brand. It is strange for one person to use so many dimensional holding devices at one time. It is time to sever those threads and find out what secrets are stored inside.
A ball of ebon Umbral Power began to coalesce on the tip of Elan'fer'sha's finger, and her body began to sway and writhe seductively, as she started to draw a spell pattern in the air. While time passed slowly, traces of Umbral Power flowed over her body, appearing to follow the design of her tattoos. As the spell pattern built, its complexity continued to increase, and it took on a three dimensional shape.
With the completed spell pattern rotating in front of her, Elan'fer'sha critically inspected it. If there is a single flaw, I will have start over. Breaking a soul thread is entirely too difficult, requiring near perfect precision. How something so ephemeral can be so close to impervious is beyond my understanding.
A wave of Elan'fer'sha's hand sent the spell pattern toward the belt on the altar. The nearer it moved, the more condensed the pattern became, until it appeared to be a solid ball of Umbral Power. As the dark power expanded into a line and rotated in a circle, Elan'fer'sha smiled.
One is done, and five remain.
Instead of binding and examining the contents of the belt, Elan'fer'sha began work on the next spell pattern, a duplicate of the first. After repeating the process five more times, she leaned on the altar, dripping sweat. Reaching behind her head, she pulled at her long silver hair that was matted with sweat and stuck to her back.
I feel more like having fought a battle than having cast a mere six spells.
Tying a soul thread to one of the rings, Elan'fer'sha inspected the contents.
“More storage devices! What kind of crazy monkey collects so many storage devices?!” Her shriek was loud enough to echo off the stone walls of her ritual chamber.
Even knowing she was the only person in the ritual chamber, Elan'fer'sha still glanced around, with a hint of embarrassment on her face. Turning back to the altar, she examined the storage devices stored within the ring. A least these do not already have soul threads tied to them.
Elan'fer'sha began to inspect the contents of the other storage devices.