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is all it takes to end your illusion of immortality. But, as one of mine, should you be brought down, you are restored immediately. Do any wish to taste of true immortality?”
“Immortal in service to you, that is, most powerful Garrigin” is Kur’s careful and respectful reply.
“True, master of this council. All good things come with a price”
With that a female stands and says “I will pay that price for true immortality”
There are hushed tones from the collected members as she leaves her seat to approach Maldgorath. “I give myself most willingly in return for true life immortal.”
Maldgorath smiles, reaches down and puts his hand upon her head. She shakes for a moment and then her flesh becomes pale grey and her body is as a statue of herself. Maldgorath looks to the council and says “Behold. Ragna is reborn.”
With that the air ripples and the vampiress stands as she was. She beholds the calcified remains of her former self and smiles at Maldgorath. “How may I serve you master” she asks.
Maldgorath strokes her cheeks and she swoons as if in ec stasy. “Any others wish to partake of my bounty?
Kur looks around the room at the uncomfortable members of his council. “The pleasure of your approval to yours is well known, but the torture of your scorn is known as well. Thank you for your most generous offer.”
Maldgorath nods to Kur and turns to leave, taking Ragna’s arm. They leave the chamber and the building, making their way to the outdoors where a car awaits.
“How may I serve my new master?” asks Ragna hinting at the pleasures she is willing to offer him.
He regards her dispassionately. “You have already served me well, you ignorant, stupid cow. I will call for you when I wish to see you, whenever, or if ever that that may be.”
She attempt s to protest, but before the words can pass her lips she ripples into the nothingness that is the holding of Maldgorath.
Chapter 16
Sil pulls the minivan into the parking lot that is the cover for the Techno-Mage guild in Boston. She parks us on the second floor, turns off the motor and hands the keys back to me.
“Do I get to play with the boys again?” Sil asks.
“That depends” I respond honestly. “If they protest about last time, then no.”
During my tenure under Grey Ligh tbringer’s watch, he had sent me and my crew to be “analyzed” by the Techno’s in Berlin. There was much poking and prodding involved to better understand the nature of a summonling to its master. Apparently, Sil had taken advantage of that to allow for a little exploration of her own. Or so I was told afterward. It seems she caused a little disruption in the normal flow of work.
I do know that I won’t be allowed to enter with a full complement of summonlings. So one by one I say my “see you laters” and dismiss them to the white – that area where they remain in holding, linked to my soul. Feeling alone and exposed I make my way to the elevator.
I nside the elevator, I punch in the code to head down to the hidden area of the Techno Mage Guild. The elevator moves down and a voice advises me to put my hands on the screens that appear when the paneling moves away. I do. The elevator moves again, the door opens and I find myself confronted by security forces.
Nothing to do but smile. So that’s what I do, that and say, “Arthur MacInerny here, hoping to see Edgar.”
I show them my ID and it’s not too long before I am greeted by the melodious voice and pudgy visage of Edgar himself. Edgar Tin kerman is a mage of extraordinary strength and knowledge – a contemporary of Grey Lightbringer and from what I understand quite as powerful. He took a different path at the onset of the technological revolution of the eighties; one that blends the magical and the scientific. The technology he has helped foster allows those with little magical talent, but some, to wield great strength – and those with great
“Immortal in service to you, that is, most powerful Garrigin” is Kur’s careful and respectful reply.
“True, master of this council. All good things come with a price”
With that a female stands and says “I will pay that price for true immortality”
There are hushed tones from the collected members as she leaves her seat to approach Maldgorath. “I give myself most willingly in return for true life immortal.”
Maldgorath smiles, reaches down and puts his hand upon her head. She shakes for a moment and then her flesh becomes pale grey and her body is as a statue of herself. Maldgorath looks to the council and says “Behold. Ragna is reborn.”
With that the air ripples and the vampiress stands as she was. She beholds the calcified remains of her former self and smiles at Maldgorath. “How may I serve you master” she asks.
Maldgorath strokes her cheeks and she swoons as if in ec stasy. “Any others wish to partake of my bounty?
Kur looks around the room at the uncomfortable members of his council. “The pleasure of your approval to yours is well known, but the torture of your scorn is known as well. Thank you for your most generous offer.”
Maldgorath nods to Kur and turns to leave, taking Ragna’s arm. They leave the chamber and the building, making their way to the outdoors where a car awaits.
“How may I serve my new master?” asks Ragna hinting at the pleasures she is willing to offer him.
He regards her dispassionately. “You have already served me well, you ignorant, stupid cow. I will call for you when I wish to see you, whenever, or if ever that that may be.”
She attempt s to protest, but before the words can pass her lips she ripples into the nothingness that is the holding of Maldgorath.
Chapter 16
Sil pulls the minivan into the parking lot that is the cover for the Techno-Mage guild in Boston. She parks us on the second floor, turns off the motor and hands the keys back to me.
“Do I get to play with the boys again?” Sil asks.
“That depends” I respond honestly. “If they protest about last time, then no.”
During my tenure under Grey Ligh tbringer’s watch, he had sent me and my crew to be “analyzed” by the Techno’s in Berlin. There was much poking and prodding involved to better understand the nature of a summonling to its master. Apparently, Sil had taken advantage of that to allow for a little exploration of her own. Or so I was told afterward. It seems she caused a little disruption in the normal flow of work.
I do know that I won’t be allowed to enter with a full complement of summonlings. So one by one I say my “see you laters” and dismiss them to the white – that area where they remain in holding, linked to my soul. Feeling alone and exposed I make my way to the elevator.
I nside the elevator, I punch in the code to head down to the hidden area of the Techno Mage Guild. The elevator moves down and a voice advises me to put my hands on the screens that appear when the paneling moves away. I do. The elevator moves again, the door opens and I find myself confronted by security forces.
Nothing to do but smile. So that’s what I do, that and say, “Arthur MacInerny here, hoping to see Edgar.”
I show them my ID and it’s not too long before I am greeted by the melodious voice and pudgy visage of Edgar himself. Edgar Tin kerman is a mage of extraordinary strength and knowledge – a contemporary of Grey Lightbringer and from what I understand quite as powerful. He took a different path at the onset of the technological revolution of the eighties; one that blends the magical and the scientific. The technology he has helped foster allows those with little magical talent, but some, to wield great strength – and those with great
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