by dinoman666 » Tue Apr 26, 2011 10:12 pm
Tetto'eko stared at Septimus for a long while, thinking. "Yes, I suppose I understand your predicament... I am not the bold warrior-wizard I once was. I have been alive for many centuries, and there is so little I have seen in this world." He looked over at the rest of the group. "These good people... I don't know what they plan to do, but it is clear they have planned for a long journey, and no doubt for a good cause. If you do not wish me to travel with you any longer, I can simply go with them, if they let me. I may be fragile, at least compared to you, Septimus, but I am not completely defenseless, and they may just need my support in the future..."
Elsewhere, deep in the forests, Zazikel lay, purple tendrils of life-draining energy sucking the life from the surrounding foliage in order to heal the Demon-Dragon. He was fuming; his Ra'zac minions had returned last night, nearly crawling on all fours when they arrived. It didn't take long to realize they had been poisoned, and his assassination plot bungled. Unfortunately, as a Demon, he did not possess any healing magic that would be of any use to anyone but himself. Instead, he had a far better idea: placing the weakened Ra'zac on their Lethrblaka steeds, Zazikel had sent them elsewhere, across Aster, to find an apothecary, a place where all those who were sick or weak would be cared for. It was a bit of a gamble, but no one in Aster had seen a living Ra'zac in many years, and it was unlikely they would recognize the creatures, and would nurse them back to health out of the goodness of their hearts. The irony brought a cruel smile to Zazikel's maw as he lay there, his wounds slowly knitting themselves together...
"Heroes have morals. Villains have work ethic."
-Megatron