Shaar
felt a sudden glimmer of fear course through his dry veins - the Orb had passed
out of his sight... He tried to keep his composure throughout Mannfred's
speech, but the Vampire could had the feeling of sickness spreading to his
bowels. "How could anybody know of it's existence?" Shaar thought as
Mannfred detailed another tactical battle arrangement. Surely the Orb had
remained hidden to all on it's journey, and he didn't want to bring it in front
of Mannfred in it's activated state... "Wait", Shaar whispered,
"Activating it, has charged the Winds of Magic - that's how they know of
its hiding place".
The
slender Vampire slunk into his throne and pondered, "I will have to leave
for the Orb tonight, and I may already be too late". Shaar's trail of
thought was stopped abruptly due to Mannfred's outstretched claw clamping
around his neck, "Am I not interesting enough for you Shaar, should I
invigorate my war meeting with colours and song?"
"No
sire... I was simply thinking on my mission... Sire..." Shaar squeeked
painfully. Mannfred held Shaar's face close to his and snarled before throwing
his frame crumpled back into his chair.
"So
on with business," Mannfred announced.
Shaar
tried hard to pay attention now, he knew that Mannfred was attempting a daring
task by repelling five different armies from Sylvania - but the conflict simply
didn't interest him. Shaar knew that he would have to head back to the crypt as
soon as the briefings had ended, but his dead heart was telling him to leave
now. And as if this news wasn't bad enough, word had reached his ears that one
of the Sisters of the Bryars had been bled completely dry by the insidious
Malagor and the other was lost, stricken with grief. Shaar had been told that a
vile of tainted blood was essential to Arkhan's plans, and his sources had been
halved...
He
hadn't told Mannfred anything yet, his wrath would be unstoppable if he knew
the truth.
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