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Ulen Dreth
"I require a reminder as to why raining arcane destruction is not an appropriate response to all of life's indignities."
"I require a reminder as to why raining arcane destruction is not an appropriate response to all of life's indignities."
Upon one of the slopes of death mountain stood a hooded figure in dark robes, peering through a spyglass at the village below. Were it not for the hood, one could have easily made out his most prominent features: Unkempt white hair, entirely white eyes, and unnaturally darkened skin. All these served as testament to his immersion in magic that was clearly better left untouched. Though if you asked him, Ulen Dreth, he would tell you such physical ailments meant absolutely nothing when compared to the power that could be unlocked through the arcane. Though his body was, by most standards, failing, Ulen's mind remained as sharp and limitless in capacity as ever. It was simply a price to pay, which he did gladly.
Sometimes he did not need to pay, however. Sometimes, other people would pay the price for him. As was evident in the current disaster sweeping Kakariko.
For a while, Ulen had felt a small twinge of guilt over what would happen to the citizens there, but it was quickly rationalized away. It was really their fault for constructing a village so close to a potentially active volcano. What did they think would happen? Such a disaster was bound to strike and they had not even taken the most basic efforts to construct buildings resistant to the effects of earthquakes. No defensive walls lined the mountain side to deter falling boulders or magma... Nothing. Ulen was simply speeding along a process that was bound to happen anyway. Few, if any, would actually perish. The Hylian guard had done a decent job in evacuating the town.
"I don't recall you mentioning this would happen."
Ulen sighed upon hearing the avian-esque voice sounding from behind him. He ceased looking through the spyglass, shutting it and returning the device to the folds of his robes before turning to face the voice's owner; a Wizzrobe by the name of Medessi. He was more distinct from his brethren, having a large and extravagant headdress as opposed to their simple hoods and robes. The Toucan-esque magister's head bobbed slightly as he waited for a response from Ulen.
"I cannot imagine you've chosen now to develop a conscience, Medessi."
"No, but I do believe you knew this would happen and purposely chose not to inform the rest of us."
"That is true, yes. Mostly because it is irrelevant."
"Destroying a village is always relevant."
"That sincerely sounds like a conscience to me. What do you care for the people in that village? The Hylians that fear you and the Rito that scorn you?"
Medessi scowled, but it was difficult to tell. His large beak did not exactly convey emotion to the best of its ability. Ulen imagined if Medessi had teeth, they would be clenched.
"I am more concerned with the attention this will possibly bring. Gorons could investigate and if they catch wind of..."
"The Lizalfos will handle any trespassers, I assure you. Let interlopers be Darkhammer's problem. Just focus your efforts on constructing the Forge."
"Then what of these continued earthquakes? The whole mountain could potentially cave in on us."
Ulen waved his hand dismissively, growing tired of Medessi's growing list of concerns and complaints.
"Leave that to me. As of now, everything has gone exactly as I have predicted it to. Darkhammer and his minions will continue to prevent anyone from accessing your work area and you will continue to construct the Forge exactly to my specifications."
Medessi glowered, clearly wanting to say more, but refrained. He simply turned about, gradually fading from existence as he teleported back to his aforementioned work place. Once he was gone, Ulen retrieved his spyglass once more, gazing through it in his continued monitoring of Kakariko's fiery doom.
"Quickly, please, before they are out of range."