"Ah....You've found me at last, my wayward progeny....Admittedly, you are, and have always been a rather tenacious one at that....A ne'er faltering thorn in my side..."
The icy fury that served as the reason behind the realm's foreboding namesake had since quieted long before the man spoke, its blistering winds having since faded into a sea of tranquil alabaster. Naught could be glimpsed in that expanse of nothingness save for his lofty home. The vaunted, obsidian spire within which he housed himself and the crucifix-liked prisons within which he kept the spoils of his outings served not only as towering reminders of his indisputable control in this place, but as symbols of his steadily increasing power. Nonetheless, the hooded man's hushed footsteps crushed the pillowy build up of snow beneath them as he neared his new quarry. Though the intrusion had been known to him, the mere instance fascinated him, as none should have been able to pierce or even stumble upon the barrier that concealed and bound it and RhyDin together. It verily tickled his fancy to learn exactly whom had duped him so.
"You....You!" he barked, though try as he might, he could not muster the vocal bravado necessary to talk down one such as this man. His abilities as a beguiling wordsmith were in another league than his own. Simultaneously frustrated and terrified that he'd just happened upon him, he readied his mind for the potential onslaught imposed by the masked cloak of a being. It had taken quite the extra level research, twice the length of excursion, and no small measure of fortune for him to reach this place, and now there stood Zynisch Lucis before his ephemeral, fleeting former master, the Mad Magus, himself. Of course, additionally he now found himself in a bit of a predicament, as he reflexively placed his palms against the hilts of his concealed dual blades, the other's sickeningly potent aura more than overbearing to the eternal.
"It is not a regular occurrence for you to visit me like this....Tell me, Enigma....Just what have you come here to achieve" Did you truly mean to provide me with the 'Power' you've cultivated in those estranged eyes of mine" Ah, no....I misspoke. You were compelled to seal one in fear of what my lingering influence might have enacted on your body....Hnhn....My mistake." Scionius chided, viewing the interaction as little more than the reported data from the mouth of the experiment he'd used to conduct his twisted research. Nothing more. Not surprisingly, Zynisch reacted violently, a combination of dismay and aggression welling up in his chest and his brow. Swiftly did he draw and brandish his magicked implements, holding one of the knives to the other man whilst keeping his second laxly at his side.
"You know all too well that I'm not the puppet you once mishandled! Your spiteful words no longer reach me! This day....Before all is said and done..." he trailed off, his hate surging forth and threatening to overtake him much to the masked man's apparent enjoyment. His grip on his knives tightened, their requisite auras sparking and igniting with spell-force in direct defiance of the selfish archmage's heady whims. "...Right here and now....I will see your ambitions put to rest like no other! I, Zynisch Lucis of Bristle Crios's Eternal House will see you permanently ended, Scionius!" he finally exclaimed, his despair all but seared upon his visage with the aid of his gradually intensifying aura. What would unsettle him further was the summary soft chuckling that would emanate from the far more learned spell-weaver's throat.
"True enough....Your hatred of my mere existence is sound....I wonder if it's truly enough....Hm....It seems as though we've an uninvited guest that would have nothing less than my utter annihilation at his hands. What should we do about this, my dearest Silhouette?" he mused, raising an armored palm from whence a pulsating, black globule jutted out and remained. At once, the flurries unique to this land would revive once more, blanketing the surrounding area in an extreme gust of wind, snow, and ice. Unbearable to most and initially blinding to Zynisch, he would manage to negate its hold over his sight with the activation of the Orb in his right eye. To his utter shock, though, the odd mass that Scionius had spawned had since vanished, and in its place was the familiar shape of a long lost tool of his very own, back when his mind was firmly entrenched in the Mad Magus's machinations. Before he'd even been given time to properly prepare a course of action to take, the simulacrum descended upon him, locking energy signatures with both its newly formed spell-spheres and his enchanted weapons. Oft quiet and composed, that Scionius, 'twas this particular exchange that served to expose the more unsavory aspects of the otherwise chilly academic's personality, his delight in the witnessing of his opposition's agony being chief among them.
"Nay, that is correct....You had been given a name prior to the liquidation of this pawn as a meaningful resource. Do awaken and be welcomed into my fold proper....Muse... Hmhmhmhm....Hnhnhnhnhn! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!" he cackled in a fit of uncharacteristically open sadistic cruelty and disregard for Zynisch as a human being worth anything as he watched the two combatants break away from one another. With a foreboding, and widening grin, he would set his eyes upon his target. Taking up his habitual stance of having his arms folded before and just below his features, he would subconsciously lower the coverings in his mask that shielded others from the potency of his three-toned gaze. With his unerring, mystical sight now upon the Realm and its lonely denizens, he would utter a final gesture of appreciation unto Zynisch before silently summoning his hovering double to his side.
"Now 'Enigma-Zynisch', derelict marionette of a time gone by....What extent of your rather intense despair will you permit these hues to observe this time..." Hmhm..."
To Be Continued...
The icy fury that served as the reason behind the realm's foreboding namesake had since quieted long before the man spoke, its blistering winds having since faded into a sea of tranquil alabaster. Naught could be glimpsed in that expanse of nothingness save for his lofty home. The vaunted, obsidian spire within which he housed himself and the crucifix-liked prisons within which he kept the spoils of his outings served not only as towering reminders of his indisputable control in this place, but as symbols of his steadily increasing power. Nonetheless, the hooded man's hushed footsteps crushed the pillowy build up of snow beneath them as he neared his new quarry. Though the intrusion had been known to him, the mere instance fascinated him, as none should have been able to pierce or even stumble upon the barrier that concealed and bound it and RhyDin together. It verily tickled his fancy to learn exactly whom had duped him so.
"You....You!" he barked, though try as he might, he could not muster the vocal bravado necessary to talk down one such as this man. His abilities as a beguiling wordsmith were in another league than his own. Simultaneously frustrated and terrified that he'd just happened upon him, he readied his mind for the potential onslaught imposed by the masked cloak of a being. It had taken quite the extra level research, twice the length of excursion, and no small measure of fortune for him to reach this place, and now there stood Zynisch Lucis before his ephemeral, fleeting former master, the Mad Magus, himself. Of course, additionally he now found himself in a bit of a predicament, as he reflexively placed his palms against the hilts of his concealed dual blades, the other's sickeningly potent aura more than overbearing to the eternal.
"It is not a regular occurrence for you to visit me like this....Tell me, Enigma....Just what have you come here to achieve" Did you truly mean to provide me with the 'Power' you've cultivated in those estranged eyes of mine" Ah, no....I misspoke. You were compelled to seal one in fear of what my lingering influence might have enacted on your body....Hnhn....My mistake." Scionius chided, viewing the interaction as little more than the reported data from the mouth of the experiment he'd used to conduct his twisted research. Nothing more. Not surprisingly, Zynisch reacted violently, a combination of dismay and aggression welling up in his chest and his brow. Swiftly did he draw and brandish his magicked implements, holding one of the knives to the other man whilst keeping his second laxly at his side.
"You know all too well that I'm not the puppet you once mishandled! Your spiteful words no longer reach me! This day....Before all is said and done..." he trailed off, his hate surging forth and threatening to overtake him much to the masked man's apparent enjoyment. His grip on his knives tightened, their requisite auras sparking and igniting with spell-force in direct defiance of the selfish archmage's heady whims. "...Right here and now....I will see your ambitions put to rest like no other! I, Zynisch Lucis of Bristle Crios's Eternal House will see you permanently ended, Scionius!" he finally exclaimed, his despair all but seared upon his visage with the aid of his gradually intensifying aura. What would unsettle him further was the summary soft chuckling that would emanate from the far more learned spell-weaver's throat.
"True enough....Your hatred of my mere existence is sound....I wonder if it's truly enough....Hm....It seems as though we've an uninvited guest that would have nothing less than my utter annihilation at his hands. What should we do about this, my dearest Silhouette?" he mused, raising an armored palm from whence a pulsating, black globule jutted out and remained. At once, the flurries unique to this land would revive once more, blanketing the surrounding area in an extreme gust of wind, snow, and ice. Unbearable to most and initially blinding to Zynisch, he would manage to negate its hold over his sight with the activation of the Orb in his right eye. To his utter shock, though, the odd mass that Scionius had spawned had since vanished, and in its place was the familiar shape of a long lost tool of his very own, back when his mind was firmly entrenched in the Mad Magus's machinations. Before he'd even been given time to properly prepare a course of action to take, the simulacrum descended upon him, locking energy signatures with both its newly formed spell-spheres and his enchanted weapons. Oft quiet and composed, that Scionius, 'twas this particular exchange that served to expose the more unsavory aspects of the otherwise chilly academic's personality, his delight in the witnessing of his opposition's agony being chief among them.
"Nay, that is correct....You had been given a name prior to the liquidation of this pawn as a meaningful resource. Do awaken and be welcomed into my fold proper....Muse... Hmhmhmhm....Hnhnhnhnhn! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!" he cackled in a fit of uncharacteristically open sadistic cruelty and disregard for Zynisch as a human being worth anything as he watched the two combatants break away from one another. With a foreboding, and widening grin, he would set his eyes upon his target. Taking up his habitual stance of having his arms folded before and just below his features, he would subconsciously lower the coverings in his mask that shielded others from the potency of his three-toned gaze. With his unerring, mystical sight now upon the Realm and its lonely denizens, he would utter a final gesture of appreciation unto Zynisch before silently summoning his hovering double to his side.
"Now 'Enigma-Zynisch', derelict marionette of a time gone by....What extent of your rather intense despair will you permit these hues to observe this time..." Hmhm..."
To Be Continued...