Sonntag
Sorceror
Harori felt the wave of agony in his skull moments after leaving the watering hole. With great difficulty he somehow half crawled or dragged himself into a small depression in the earth as the summons made contact.
"You did well"
He could faintly feel his body go into seizure from the sheer power of the communication and idly wondered how much damage his body was receiving smashing against roots and rocks. With as much will as he could muster he attempted to communicate in return but the pain and spasms derailed anything but a solitary, "Urrrr...."
"Don't bother with collecting your thoughts, we saw everything."
There was a brief moment of respite then as the sender appeared distracted for a moment, perhaps to digest something of interest. It didn't last.
"Here are your new orders. Stay close to the settlement and await word from the arcane dabbler. If he succeeds in his task perhaps we will give him what he seeks, it is a small matter and affects no plans in the foreseeable future. Once we set an anchor it will not matter regardless. Do this and we will grant you the oblivion you so desperately crave."
With a sudden last spasm the intrusion ended leaving Harori throwing up into the dirt and heaving like a drunk. Mercifully though it slowly ended with the emptying of his stomach contents and some semblance of control coming back, muscles and organs returning to a harmonious state such as they were. With considerable will he dragged himself into a sitting position next to a fallen log and sat there for an unknown amount of time coughing a bit and attempting to wipe the blood and snot from his face. He would follow orders, he was a loyal servant.
The deep shadows of the forest seemed to laugh then.
It was the laughter of a madman, ancient and cruel.
"You did well"
He could faintly feel his body go into seizure from the sheer power of the communication and idly wondered how much damage his body was receiving smashing against roots and rocks. With as much will as he could muster he attempted to communicate in return but the pain and spasms derailed anything but a solitary, "Urrrr...."
"Don't bother with collecting your thoughts, we saw everything."
There was a brief moment of respite then as the sender appeared distracted for a moment, perhaps to digest something of interest. It didn't last.
"Here are your new orders. Stay close to the settlement and await word from the arcane dabbler. If he succeeds in his task perhaps we will give him what he seeks, it is a small matter and affects no plans in the foreseeable future. Once we set an anchor it will not matter regardless. Do this and we will grant you the oblivion you so desperately crave."
With a sudden last spasm the intrusion ended leaving Harori throwing up into the dirt and heaving like a drunk. Mercifully though it slowly ended with the emptying of his stomach contents and some semblance of control coming back, muscles and organs returning to a harmonious state such as they were. With considerable will he dragged himself into a sitting position next to a fallen log and sat there for an unknown amount of time coughing a bit and attempting to wipe the blood and snot from his face. He would follow orders, he was a loyal servant.
The deep shadows of the forest seemed to laugh then.
It was the laughter of a madman, ancient and cruel.