Zahra felt as if stones were being dropped one by one in his stomach. He didn't know what to do. On one hand, this legend of old, just like from the scrolls, had come back. It was a tale well known in Essyrn, though not quite as spread out in the jungle. There were many legends of a wizard who stole people's souls and turned them into puppets. One such puppet rose and killed his master. He traveled across the northern realms, rescuing princesses, fighting rouges. But that was nothing compared to the adventure when he traveled to Essyrn in hopes of meeting a priestess who it was rumored that could help him become a man again. The great tragedy was that he never did, but he helped the King who was in grave distress protect his kingdom from invaders in the most cunning of ways!
On the other hand, however, said hero walked into Lady Sha-Razi's chamber without permission. NOBODY entered her chambers without permission of some sort.
The Captain is going to have my head on a spike, he thought, practically in tears as he found himself running towards the garden.
But the Holy One might eat me alive if I refused and she were to die!
He realized he should have still questioned Sir Conrad more, especially about the flowers, but he had been too spellbounded to even realized his err until halfway towards the gardens. The prospect of being eaten alive quickened his pace.
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Razi clung to Charik's words, struggling to survive. She realized she should act braver, if not for her sake, than for his. A weak smile spread on her lips as he ordered her to live. She felt as if her heart could break at such sweet words. However, that smile was quickly removed as Charik ordered the celebrations be postponed.
What a disastor, Razi thought.
She found herself slipping in and out of consciousness. Razi wished she could fall asleep. Then she could ignore her insides that burned like fire and her inability to breathe.
Stay awake, Razi commanded herself, gasping as Charik laid her down on her cushions. She felt more comfortable, but only some.
"Cold," Razi muttered as she clung to Charik's hand as tightly as she could.
Razi watched as the priest presented a vial filled with a mixture that was known to cure most poisons. Just then, one of Razi's servant girls screamed as Darnoc bolted through the chamber and snatched the vial from the priest's hands. She narrowed her eyes, confused, scared, and very angry. That cursed armor, again! What was he doing here? Surely it meant ill. Razi struggled to sit up right.
Stay away from the king! she thought. Why weren't the guards doing anything? Damnit, it was their job to protect her, but most of all Charik. Somebody had just tried to poison him, and they allowed this armor into her chamber? The armor become distorted and twisted in her vision.
She listened to his words in confused panic. No, she didn't want to trust him, but she trusted Charik and the priest. If they trusted him, than maybe everything would be alright...
OOC: Darnoc's history is yours to make up, Zane... I borrowed some from your history, but I pretty much spun as tall as a tale I could from it. how much of it is real is up to you xD