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Bringer of Death

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Date: Mar 23, 2009

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He honestly didn't know if the wolf was going to survive the ritual, but all in all, he couldn't care either. Entirely too much was at stake. As he prepared the herbs and components, he talked to the man, asking him of his innocence and the odd sense of guilt he had about him. He had refused to speak of course, all the while trying to devise a way to escape, Varrick was certain. But then the man had no idea who he was dealing with. "I'm going to try and keep you alive the best I can. Know that I am doing this." Varrick told him softly, trying to allay the fear coming off of him. The Fae knew he wasn't a pleasing sight to the male. He didn't bother to hide within illusions, wasting precious energy. The diseased wolf could see him for all he was, white skin, milky hair and golden amber hues adorned in light Fae armor and a large great sword at his back. He moved near the man who was laid out on the table, weaving a spell over him to appear somewhere else once this bout of magic was finished. "Now. This is reallllly going to hurt." Varrick told him matter of factly before dipping the tip of the daggar into his chest to carve him open. It was only then the male began to scream. The Tuathan easily blocked out the sound, used to it from so many battles in his life. As the lifeblood of the innocent began to bathe his arms, he could feel his connection to the book strengthen. Varrick used his Hand to lace the heart of the man whom he was sacrificing for the ritual. His fingers closed around the muscle and the Tuathan lifted his head, his eyes not seeing the reality in front of him. After a mere split second he fixated on the location. He could feel the stillness of the body in front of him, and Varrick retracted his hand, teleporting away with only a moment's thought. **** He was in a dank and dark area. And there was his Book, at long last. He could feel the sheildings and symbols of magic. A time bubble erected in the room instantly, and Varrick carefully tore down each defense. He laid bloodied Hands on the Book of the Wyrd, and pulled it close before he glanced around, amber-hued gazed narrowed at his surroundings. He recognized them as part of the catacombs of the city, but as for their location, that, he had no idea. There was immense magic at work to keep him disoriented to divining the exact location. Magic that worked quite effectively with whatever spell that had been on his book to prevent him from feeling it. It was like being reunited with a long lost chyld. Only it hadn't been so long, but it had been quite long enough. Varrick flipped open the cover, to see if his blood-binding had been compromised. Satisfied that it had been unbroken, he disappeared once more at the wink of an eye. **** The man's heart had stopped the second that Varrick felt the Book of the People through the magic. Now the Tuathan appeared by his side once more, still without the Book. He'd returned it to it's rightful spot in his chambers in the mountain cave that led to Av'lyn. Once again Varrick reached into the man's chest, slipping power of his Hand into him, trying to bring his grace to him once more. Normally it would have disgusted him to save a man of his kind, being a diseased creature of the noble wolf, but Varrick had come to realize that there were those who deserved to live and this werewolf may in fact be one of them. His brow furrowed, he felt the man's pulse start up, weakly. A wry smile crossed his features before he shifted the power in his Hand, and reconnected the flesh on his chest. He laid out the spell for repair, and stepped back, watching the body disappear. Varrick took one last glance around the room he'd used, an abandoned apartment in the slums of town. All the wards and hiding spells would fall away once he left, which was fine, as he wouldn't need them anymore. The Tuathan turned and left, stepping into the 'tween to travel from the city for the final time. Varrick Goodwind was out of the world. __________________

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