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 Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 2:19 pm
16. Unbreakable Addiction? Sat in front of a mirror Tal made the last few tweaks to his hair, Tal thanked Lolth he was a mage, for without magic it would take hours to weave the complex net of hair and rings that adorned his head, rather than the few minutes it took with magic. Then again if he wasn't a mage, odds were he'd never have thought to take such a measure as weaving magical rings into his hair to serve for any emergency.
Right now though Tal was being a bit fussy because he had plans to meet with Mas D'aun and felt compelled to make sure everything was perfect. Slowing to a pause Tal started to bite on his thumb nail as he starred into his reflection, lost in thought. Why was he doing this? Why was he going to so much trouble to look good? Not that long ago Tal had gone out of his way to avoid being noticed, but these days he seemed to like it. True a part of that was the fact he was now a mage. What was the point in having that power if people didn't notice and show the appropriate respect? But with Mas it was something more.
Tal had, had many lovers; well... several lovers in his youth, but more often than not Tal had played the submissive role, which had been to his liking. Tal found he enjoyed lying under another and being pleasured like that, though he was loathe to admit it since others viewed it as being demeaning. With Mas though Tal found himself in the position of the aggressor and he liked it, but perhaps more oddly he liked teh fact that Mas liked it.
Never before had Tal found himself so concerned about keeping a lover happy. With his past lovers it had simply been a case of two people satisfying their mutual lust, but with Mas there was something else. Taliesins mid shied away from using words like 'love' or 'euphoria' and ended up settling on content; Tal never felt as content as he did when he was lying with Mas. Not just in the throws of passion but in the aftermath when he simply lay there with the other mage in his arms. It had even gotten to a point where Tal would toss and turn, unable to settle his mind at night if Mas wasn't there with him.
In a way it frightened him, to be so vulnerable to another to feel so, so... Addicted was the only word he could use to describe it. Like any addiction, having it at the time was bliss, but with out it you went into withdrawal and Tal didn't like that at all. He had even considered breaking it off with Mas, hoping to end it now before he grew anymore attached to other mage. He never did though, the thought of being without Mas sent a shiver up his spine, which in turn only made Tal disgusted with himself.
It was like being being a slave to someone without the need of collar or chains. Sighing loudly Tal fell back to flop on his bed, starring up at teh ceiling as he wondered if all this was worth it. In theory he could go into any brothel and sate his lust there or even go to the slave markets and find someone to replace Mas. But Tal knew it wouldn't work, no matter how handsome they were, how much stamina they had or how well endowed they were, no one could replace Mas.
Depression setting in Tal drove teh thoughts aside, instead choosing to concentrate on teh positives, which mainly involved picturing Mas lying nude on his bed. Then there were the perks of having a wealthy and rather generous lover, though Tal often rejected or only reluctantly accepted any of Mas' gifts, after all he didn't want it being seen as Tal was being 'kept' by Mas.
With another sigh Tal stood up and inspected himself in the mirror one last time. It was time for him to meet up with Mas and get his next fix.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:32 am
17. New Developments As a gong rang out through the corridors signalling time for the evening meal, Taliesin D'bren looked about his small room one last time. This was the room he had grown up in and lived much of his life here on his families estate in a small city on the coast of the Glitter Sea. And this was the last time he would ever see it, there was no sense of lose in that thought, only one of liberation. It ended tonight one way or the other.
Once the room had been a sanctuary to Tal, all those many years ago when he had been a child doing his best to avoid his mothers wrath or his sisters tormenting. These days it was more like a cell, a place he languished when not doing some service for his Matron. He was sick of it though, the small room that was once a safe haven seemed like a stifling box compared to his more spacious workshop back in the city of Guallidurth. How he longed to go back there, to a thriving city, his experiments forging magic rings and of course there was Mas...
It was only for the rare chance he got to go back to Guallidurth to visit Mas that Tal had kept his patience as long as he had. His home town was close enough that Tal could occasionally sneak off to Guallidurth for a day or two and make it back before too many started to question his wear abouts.
Tal would be there now, but for his Matrons mad plots and lust for power. He had been living happily in Guallidurth, mostly free from interference from his family, that is until a death of a powerful matron in his home town created an opening for advancement, an opening Matron D'bren was eager to exploit. So it was that Taliesin had received a summons and been forced to close up his shop and head home to aid his family in the coming power struggle.
Early on Tal was content enough to do as his Matron commanded, true it derailed his own life and ambitions, but the fighting provided him with opportunities to try out some of his theories in 'real world' scenarios. From spells crafted to help assassins sneak about, to mass produced rings designed to give their soldiers an edge in the ever escalating street fights. Still D'bren was hardly the only house that employed mages and it wasn't long before Tal was forced out from the workshop to fight on the front lines.
It was during this fighting that Tal realised the inevitable outcome of the struggle. His Mother, blinded by a lust for glory, had reached too far for goals far beyond her grasp. Each day the fighting escalated, assassinations and back street brawls spilling out into open fighting in the streets and full on assaults against estates and citadels around the city. It was only a matter of time before the Church of Lolth was forced to step in to stop the city tearing itself apart. The only reason they hadn't already was probably that the high priestesses were debating which side to throw their support behind, or had been bribed to turn a blind eye to the violence.
Regardless, Tal knew that when things finally came to a head, Clan D'bren was finished. They were already stretched to breaking point and had alienated most of their allies in their greedy grasp for power. The Matron claimed their foes were on the verge of collapse, but Tal had been on the front lines and seen first hand that, that was far from the truth. Now it came down to basic Drow survival, every man for himself.
Pulling himself from his reverie Tal looked about his small room one more time. If this was his last time to be here he wanted to be sure he wasn't leaving anything important behind. He had already packed most of his belongings and secreted them near a gate by the stables, once he went through with his plan, whether it succeeded or failed, he'd need to make a quick escape.
Satisfied there was nothing left behind save for mementos and memories he no longer cared to carry with him, Tal left the room for the last time and headed for the dining room. It was time for his mothers last meal.
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As was custom for his family, Taliesin sat to the left of his mother near the head of the long table that occupied the length of the dining hall. At the head of the table was of course his mother the Matron of the family and straight across from Tal, at his mother's right hand, was his eldest sister. Letting Tal sit near the head of the table beside his Matron was a mark of honour, showing him as her favoured son, the few other males at the table were all sat at the far end. Tal hated it though, since it meant he had to but up with his sisters verbal tormenting, all of whom despised having a male in their presence.
Today though Tal had to struggle to keep a grin off his face as he sat down and started to eat. Listening to his sisters gossip and bicker, plotting and slinging barely concealed insults at each other, he wondered if any of them had considered that they were eating poison? Tal's plot had been in the works for some time, this war had just given him a reason to come home and put it in action.
Picking at the food on his simply wooden plate, Tal glanced at the silver plates reserved only for the females of the house, on the underside of each was a small sigil. It held a small spell in place, nothing fancy, just something to help mask the poison he'd bribed the serving boys to add into the food. The cooks were too loyal, or rather too fearful to betray his mother and the food taster had been chosen just for his loyalty. On the other hand, the serving boys, often on the receiving end of his sisters outbursts and petty torments were quite eager to give Tal a helping hand for the right price.
Tal had chosen the right toxin with the help of some of the things he'd picked up from Mas's troublesome brother Micarreth. More trouble than he was worth and completely untrustworthy, he never the less had been a useful source of information. The toxin Tal chose had a bland taste, easily unnoticed in the food, slow to act and with relatively mild early symptoms. It was also non-lethal. A big part of Tal's plan involved his siblings surviving to sow the seeds of chaos that would cover his escape, Tal only planned on killing his Matron. The toxin would sicken her and most importantly hinder the natural resistance to magic most Drow possessed.
Tal was a talented mage, but his mother hadn't lived this long by being careless, despite her greedy rash ambitions. Tal wanted to be sure that when he struck he'd get a killing blow, the last thing he needed was his mother surviving and seeking retribution. Tal planned to live for quite a while after this was over.
They were into the third course of the meal before Tal noticed some of his sisters sat at the table showing symptoms. Sweaty brows, pale complexions and some winching and placing hands over their abdomen as stomach pains set in. Biting a lip Tal glanced at his Matron, there wasn't any visible signs of the toxin taking affect yet, but if he waited too long it would be obvious something was seriously wrong and he'd lose his chance.
Then he noticed a single drop of perspiration forming on her forehead, slowly treacle down her cheek and plop off, tumbling to the floor. It was such a innocuous thing, but it was enough for Tal. Flinging his arm into the air there was a flash, followed by a loud bang over the dining table, with the room quickly filling with smoke. A heartbeat later Tal threw everything he had into a single fireball and flung it at his Matrons chair.
Almost in slow motion Matron D'bren, saw the approaching ball of fire and fury, her eyes went wide, her arms raised up to block the blow, but it was an empty gesture. A moment later the spinning ball of liquid fire struck her and splashed across her flesh, engulfing her in an instant. As her agonising cry rung out through the hall, Tal smiled the kind of grin that can only be born of pure sadistic delight.
Taking only a moment to savour the kill, Tal spun and cried out to no one in particular. "Quickly my sister! Finish the others and the title of Matron is yours!" Almost at once cries of treachery filled the hall, even as the previous Matron's death cry still rang out. By now most of his sisters were feeling the effects of the toxin and assuming they had been poisoned, assumed Tal was indeed in league with one of the other contenders for the throne.
As Tal ran from the hall he could already hear the cries of the dead and dying, the ominous tone of incantations and the clash of steel on steel. His work her was done. If he was lucky his House would wipe itself out, but even if it didn't after tonight it would be too weak to last long against it's hungry enemies. All Tal had to do now was get the hell out of the city before anyone caught up to him, he was heavily counting on his sisters being too busy trying to secure their place as Matron to bother hunting him down.
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Tal didn't stop running until he was on the outskirts of the city, it was dangerous traveling at this time of day since there weren't any caravans leaving this late in the day and traveling alone was always dangerous in the underdark. Still Taliesin didn't dare wait, the further he could get from here the better. Taking one last moment to look back at the city where he'd grown up he was a little surprised to be able to make out his families estate. Towering flames making the buildings stand out plainly in the all permeating darkness that was the norm. It seems events were getting even more violent and out of hand than Tal had planned, still the more chaos and damage done, the better his chances of getting out of this alive.
With a new sense of purpose and a renewed hope for a bright future Tal set off for Guallidurth. Soon he'd be back in his own home and once again be able to enjoy his beloved Mas.
Beloved?! Tal stopped in his tracks as he made a face. I must be getting stressed if I'm letting myself think romantic dribble like that, next I'll be taking Mas for walks in the moon light. Regardless of his momentary lapse, Tal was still eager to get home and renew old acquaintances.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 2:12 pm
18. The Joys of Travel The journey to Guallidurth was one Tal had taken quite often, but rarely in such a rush and usually in the company of a caravan. He had picked up one of the giant lizards that the Drow used as steeds when he left his home town. Sadly the creature seemed ill tempered and barely domesticated, tending to slow down and speed up on a whim, much to Taliesins annoyance. Not a particularly good rider, Tal usually made the trip in a carriage or on the back of a cart, depending on circumstance and the availability of caravans. In this case Tal hadn't the time to wait for the next caravan to make it's way to Guallidurth, plus he thought he'd make better time traveling alone.
However a caravan did have one advantage which was the reason most people traveling between cities moved with them; there was safety in numbers. Bandits, ogres or anyone of the dozen random dangers living in the Underdark, were less likely to strike a large group, especially as the group usually contained a few experienced warriors. Tal had decided that the safety of traveling with a group was outweighed by the danger of staying around in his home town after word of his treachery became known.
As the damn lizard jerked him about in the saddle, Tal was sorely missing the soft cushion of a carriage and swore not for the first time that he'd have the damn animal carved up for lunch when he got to Guallidurth. Just then he noticed two Drow standing ahead of him blocking the tunnel. At first Tal was inclined to urge the lizard on and trample the fools if they were stupid enough to stand in the way of the charging beast, then he noticed the roughly assembled wooden barrier behind them. Made of sharpened wooden stakes tied together, it was probably meant to impale the Lizard if the animal tried charging through it.
With little choice, Tal slowed the animal and watched the two before him wearily, expecting trouble of some sort. As the lizard came to a stop, Tal just sat in the saddle, starring at teh two expectantly, waiting for one of them to explain themselves. One of the men, a tall scrawny looking man with a rapier tied to his belt, took a few steps forward and smiled, giving Tal a salute like gesture. "Good day to ya sir. Where might ya be headin' at this late an hour?"
Eyes narrowed in suspicion, Tal tugged on the reigns causing the lizard to back away a step from teh approaching man. "Guallidurth. What business is it of yours?" There was only one reason anyone would come this way and that was to get to Guallidurth, so what reason was there for Tal to lie? More importantly why was this fool even asking such a question.
The tall man shrugged and raised his hands in a placating manner. "Just asking, got to perform our civic duty an' all. See there's this band of bandits, real scum they are, preying on hapless folks making there way through these parts."
"Ya real scummy assholes" Chimed in the other man. He was as tall as the first stranger, but stouter with a variety of tattoos over his exposed arms.
"So me and my mate" Continued the first. "Hang about here to give people a friendly warnin' and watch out for those in need."
Tal kept his expression blank as he listened to the poorly put together lies. Civic Duty? The closest thing to such a bizarre notion among the Drow was the duty to ones House. If there were bandits causing trouble and disrupting trade, then a house might send out guards to patrol the route and protect it's trade. If that were teh case here then the men would be dressed in teh livery of their house. No, it was more likely that these men were up to something, but for now Tal would play along.
"Very well then, thank you for the warning. Now would you mind clearing that out of my way?" Tal pointed in the direction of the barricade, trying to look as disinterested as possible, while fighting the urge to tense up. Trouble was coming he just didn't know exactly what.
"Ah of course, eager ta be on yer way no doubt. I'd be happy ta oblige ya, but well. It's a bit awkward, generosity don't pay for it self, does it? An now yer wanin' us ta do some manual labor for ya? Well some remuneration might be in order, after all if not for us ya might fall prey ta those nasty bandits."
And so the penny dropped, extortion maybe or these were the bandits? Either way they had made a grave mistake, one they would pay dearly for, after all what kind of fool tried to waylay a mage? "You've made a mistake friend. Have you any idea who you're... Bother..." As he had been speaking, Tal had slowly reached to release his staff from it's clasp on teh side of the saddle. A mages staff acted as a clear warning to all, not to judge a book by it's cover. Tal's hand came up empty though, it wasn't there!
Winching, Tal realised that in his dash from the city atop this infernal beast, the staff must have come lose and been lost somewhere on the trail. Instinctively Tal glanced back to look down teh trail, he didn't really expect to see it but looked anyway. He hadn't checked it once since he left the city and could have lost it hours ago. One thing Tal did see when he looked back was a third stranger, a woman crouching behind an outcropping in the tunnel wall. Hidden from view when Tal first arrived, he could see her clearly from the corner of his eye. An ambush then. Well even without his staff Tal could handle these three.
"You know I have already had a stressful day and riding on this accursed beast has worsened my mood exponentially! So move it or else!"
The tall lanky one drew his sword and sneered. "Ya know I was hopin' ta do this all civil like, but I'm as happy ta gut ya like a pig and take what ya won't give."
Hissing under his breath Taliesin waved his arms through the air and a half dozen fist sized balls of fire sprung into existence. Seeing teh display of power teh heavier built of the two, cursed and drew his own sword backing up against the barrier. "Bloody hell! It's a damn mage?!"
Smirking viciously Tal motioned with his hand and half the fireballs flew backwards, while the rest blasted against the wooden barrier. Tal heard a satisfying scream from behind him as at least one of the fireballs struck the hidden assailant, while the two men in front of him were sent scampering. Urging the lizard forward, Tal sent another spell forward, smashing the barrier and scattering splinters before him. Not the clean break he had been hoping for, but casting spells from the back of a charging beast was harder than he had thought.Still his spell made a break large enough for the lizard to run through.
Once through Tal reigned in teh animal and looked back at the remains of the barrier, the would be thieves still trying to pull themselves together. Before they could think to give chase, Tal cast another spell, this one brought a towering wall of fire into being, filling up the entire tunnel and blocking off any access. The spell would fade in a few minutes, but by then Tal would be long gone.
Turning ahead, Tal urged on the lizard into a gallop. Hopefully that would be the last distraction before he reached Guallidurth and once he reached there, everything would go smoothly. After all what more could go wrong?
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 3:46 pm
19. Keeping up Appearances Taliesin's eyes flickered open as he slowly stirred from his sleep. Yawning quietly he stretched out his arms and legs, one arm brushing against the warm body of his still sleeping lover. Rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow, Tal watched the sleeping Mas, while softly running his free hand through his lovers hair. Tal was loathe to use words like 'love', even in his own head, it felt like admitting to some kind of disability or weakness, like admitting defeat to some unnamed enemy. Yet he couldn't deny he felt something for Mas. He told himself he could cut Mas's throat in an instant if it suited his needs, but it was a statement he hoped he'd never have to put to the test.
Sighing softly, Tal slipped quietly form the bed and put on a bed robe, pacing the room until he was in front of a large mirror. Standing there for a moment Tal brushed a hand through his disheveled hair, some how he always looked such a gastly mess after spending the night with Mas. Well it wasn't that surprising really, but it was a nuisance. Seeing Mas's reflection in the mirror, Tal reached out and placed his finger tips against the glass.
Mas was everything Tal could ask for in a lover, handsome, attentive and totally devoted to him and yet that was also the draw back. Oh, Tal enjoyed having a devoted lover eager to please him anyway he could, but Tal was forced to think of the larger picture. Mas was new to such things and probably hadn't paused to consider the ramifications of their relationship, Tal on the other hand found himself worrying over it more frequently since he moved in with his lover.
Tal had plans and those plans now involved using House Barrith as a crutch until he was once again able to safely stand on his own. As such it was in his interest that Barrith remain powerful, Tal depended on it's protection and patronage. Power was a fickle thing though, oft times it was the notion of power that was more important than actual strength. People would avoid conflict and seek alliances with a House perceived as being strong, things which in turn would strengthen the House. If the House was seen as weak it would slowly find itself isolated and surrounded by enemies seeking to find advancement in it's ruin, which would of course lead to the House growing weaker.
Why all this worried Taliesin was because of how others might interpret Tal and Mas. It was no secret they were lovers and it was hardly of any concern that two men found companion ship together, what was a potential problem was Tal's social standing, or rather the lake there of. As it stood, Tal was basically a houseless Drow, with little wealth to his name and virtually no influence or social standing. Mas was the de facto ruler of one of the wealthiest Houses in the city, which brought about a considerable amount of influence.
Tal feared that people might interpret his influence over Mas as a sign of weakness on Mas's part and a weak leader meant a weak House, which in turn made Barriths wealth a tempting target rather than a source of strength. But only if people perceived weakness in the nature of the relationship. If Mas was submissive to Tal, then it would be seen as a weak willed leader being influenced by a Houseless Drow, a rather damaging blow for Mas's social standing. On the other hand, if Tal was seen as the submissive one, then he was a pet being kept by another, which would actually enhance his own social standing, rather than damage Mas's.
It effected the internal workings of the House as well. If Mas is to successfully replace his mother and enforce his own rule on the House, he has to be seen as the Master and that required respect. It would be hard for Mas to achieve that if the servants and guards saw him fawning over Tal the whole time. If the guardsmen of Barrith saw Mas as being weak, why would they remain loyal? Why should they risk their lives to protect the House? No, Tal needed a strong Barrith and a strong House needed a strong Leader.
Sighing Tal moved and sat on the edge of the bed, once again running his fingers through Mas's hair. Given the choice's Tal's decision was an easy one, even if the thought of being a 'kept man' or 'consort' rankled his pride. He would craft Mas into the proper image, create the appearance that it was he who lead the relationship. After all it was only for the shake of keeping up appearances, what they did behind closed doors was another matter entirely.
Tal would sacrifice his pride, it was a small price to pay given how much he'd stand to loose if he didn't.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 8:44 am
20. A Familiar Nuisance With slow cautious steps Taliesin moved about the room, ears straining for anything unusual while his eyes darted about, searching for some sign of the pest. Nose wrinkled against the unpleasant scent of burnt sulphur that filled the room, Tal stopped near the center of the room and slowly turned, eyes constantly searching. Suddenly he froze, there out of the corner of his eye he could see a faint red flicker reflecting off one of the tall silver candle sticks that adorned the room. In the course of his hunt Tal had already snuffed out every candle in the room, so there was only one thing that it could be.
Giving a faint tug on the heavy leather gauntlets he was wearing, Tal took a few cautious steps towards the source of the flicker, then suddenly and with surprising agility leapt over a table and grabbed for a flame on the other side. Just before his hands could close on it though, the flame seemed to leap up and scurry off with startling speed, disappearing under another desk.
Lying on the floor amidst books and papers scattered from the table, Tal mumbled a number of choice curses at the fleeing fire elemental. He was pretty sure this wasn't how things were supposed to happen. Standing up and dusting himself off, Tal thought back to how excited he'd been just half an hour ago, before he made this horrific blunder.
Tal had just wanted a familiar, it might sound a bit petty or childish for Tal, but simply put he wanted one because most other mages had one. Oh he had a number of perfectly logical, reasonable excuses for wanting or needing a good familiar, but they were excuses. He'd made it this far without one, but it just seemed like the type of thing a mage should have. The fact he had wanted one now, might have been a certain knee-jerk response to Mas and his new pets, or 'children' as he called them.
Regardless of the reasoning behind it, once Tal had made a decision he wasn't to be put off, spending quiet a bit of time researching a variety of different familiars. Rats had been dismissed early on, he'd used them extensively in experiments while training as a mage, experiments that ended in failure more often than not, so Tal had come to associate the animals with failure. Spiders had also been discarded, they were just too common, readily available and useful certainly, Drow or not Tal had become too vain to use such commonplace creatures.
So he'd turned his mind to less common types of familiar. Bats had been considered and dismissed, mostly because it was hard to imagine one as a familiar when one of his favourite dishes was toasted bat in a tarragon sauce. Dragons had been an interesting topic of research, intelligent and powerful creatures, they seemed ideal. Save for the fact the smaller ones weren't usually that smart and the smart ones tended to grow too big to keep round the house. Plus all teh texts agreed it was best to raise a dragon familiar from the egg and Tal valued his own life too much to go poking about a dragons nest.
Ultimately Tal decided upon summoning an elemental creature into existence and binding it to his will for use as a familiar. In theory it seemed simple enough, Tal was only summoning a relatively small and basic creature. He didn't want to summon something too powerful, conjuration wasn't a school of magic he'd studied much. Still he was confident in his abilities and had studied the topic thuroughly, before finally going through with the spells.
Initially everything seemed to have gone well. He had a small fire elemental about the size of his hand, it looked like a large flickering candle flame most of the time, except when it moved and seemed to sprout small arms and legs, taking on a vaguely humanoid form. Tal even thought it looked kind of charming as it sat there in the palm of his hand, that is until it singed him and went scurrying off round the room, with Tal chasing after it ever since.
It was time to end this chase. Extending his arms darkness seemed to seep out from Tal, the enchanted orbs mounted along the walls that had been providing light grew dim. Soon the room was b***h black, save for the light given off by the little fire elemental. Tal chastised himself for not thinking of this sooner, it was far too obvious. With the elemental standing out like a sore thumb it wasn't long before Tal had it backed into a corner and caught it.
Writhing about in the leather gauntlets, the creature seemed to turn into liquid flame and pour between Tal's fingers, but before it could escape again Tal cast a spell. A faintly glowing bubble formed about the elemental and rose up, suspending the creature in midair. "Got you at last you little pest!" The fire elemental struggled desperately, wagging it's arms and legs about in vain, trying to escape the spell.
Restoring light to the room, Tal went and sat at his desk, pulling off the gauntlets as he went, with the bubble bound elemental floating behind at the same constant distance. "Now then my little pet, let me explain how this is going to work. Behave, obey and make yourself useful and I'll feed you all the coal you can eat and you get a nice fireplace full of embers to sleep in. Cross me, or make me in any way regret bringing you into this realm and you'll spend the remainder of your existence in the dampest cellar I can find. Do You Understand?"
The fire elemental seemed to stop it's struggling and gave what Tal took to be a nod of agreement. Though still a bit weary, Tal released his spell and plucked the elemental out of the air, letting it sit in the palm of his hand, where he was pretty certain it was pouting. "You'll get over it. Now what to call you... Tluth'rar? Yes... Burning Secret. I like that. Maybe Luth for short. Well then, once I clean up this place a bit, we'll see what kinds of tricks you know."
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