| Drax stood at then entrance of Toul's cave. He supposed it was nice, big, dry, Erix's men were laughing and cooking dinner, but it was still a cave to him. He had grown up living the Sacred Vow of Poverty, but not anymore. He still had the gifts that vow entailed, and still found himself subconciously living that way quite a bit, but he didn't have to like it. Drax unfolded the parchment in his hand. It was an order from Bane, he had gotten before he came to find Erix. He only came to check up on his friend, after all, but Erix would be disappointed when he left. Always before Drax had put his loyalty to Erix, and it had often gotten himself in trouble for following Erix's sometimes contradicting orders instead. "The hell should he care, anyway?' Drax thought, 'I'm a high lord, too! I don't have to take his orders!' Drax shook his head. Nobody remembered he was a high lord, most likely because he was the lord of an uninhabited, lifeless, frozen wasteland to the far north that most people have never even heard, even less knew it name of Pol Bakk, and only four others besides himself even knew the location of it. Drax also knew the thoughts came because he was trying to make himself feel less guilty for leaving his friend. Drax unfolded the parchment and read it again: Drax Ri'Vion: I need you to go to Lycanos to keep a watchful and protective eye on my wife and daughter. There is much evil magic in the world right now, and you have exceptionally high magic resistance since the incident. The corner of Drax's mouth quirked up in a smile. The incident. Nobody like talking about how so long ago he was naive enough to be captured by a small group of independently operating ravens. They called it experimentation and research, Drax called it torture. But they used so much magic on him he became immune to weaker spells and very resistant to others. He also gained a sort of "magic sense," if he had seen the magic cast before he knew what would be cast and always know the affected area the instant before it was cast. The ravens had also experimented on him with silveron, but he preferred not to think on it. Drax finished reading the parchment: It is this, your fighting skill, and your other abilities which make you perfect for this. Please report to Lycanos immediately. One last thing, my wife in daughter are strong willed, and will be angry if they think I think they cannot handle themselves. I know they can, but you are just a little insurance against the worst. Make sure you keep in the shadows. Howler Bane Emperor of the Lycanos Empire Supreme Commander of the Lycan Militia Drax wanted to stay with Erix, but something was pulling him towards Lycanos. * * * * * * * * * * * Erix sniffed the air, wondering what was cooking, when he spotted his friend at the entrance to the house. He was leaning against the side of the entrance, facing out, folding up a piece of parchment. Now Erix knew why his friend had been acting a little strangely, not recognizing Toul, not ordering the men to strike camp and enter the house. "Wonder what is taking Bane so long to get here," Drax said. Erix regarded his friend for a moment, standing there. He was probably the most misunderstood lycan Erix had ever met. Dressed in all black as usual with hair to match, he was a few inches shorter than Erix, pale skin, and sapphire eyes that seemed to pierce, read the soul and know all when you looked into them, and that was if you were a friend. Enemies only saw the worst death imaginable in them. The confusion came mostly from his odd build, he was scrawny and tall for a raven, no, he was leaner than usual and short for a jaguar. Both assumptions were wrong, Drax was a panther. "I don't know what's keeping him, but don't you need to leave before he gets here?" Erix nodded to the parchment Drax was putting in his pocket. Drax gave him a smile, "Making it easy, eh? Yes, I do need to leave. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you on this one." "I understand," Was Erix's reply, "Good luck." Drax shrugged, "Hey, its me..." Erix shook his head as his friend turned and glided from the house. Glided was the only word for it, all the while radiating an air of danger and death, his movements as always, completely silent. He would be in Lycanos by tomorrow night most likely. Using his shadow jumping, Erix and seen Drax make a two week trip in four days. After Drax vanished from view one of his scouts, a jaguar named Mokai, came running up, "M'Lord," he panted, out of breath, "We found the Emperor two days east. I ran ahead, Yute stayed to lead them here." "Very good, Mokai. Why don't you go get some food and some rest," Erix replied. Mokai saluted and went off. Erix sighed, now the fun was going to start. LL Drax Ri'Vion Panther (Authors note - for anyone including Drax using any of his abilities in their stories, please refer to the D&D book "The Book of Good Deeds" for the sacred vow and the vow of poverty, and the Players handguide for monk and rogue classes, as well as the DM Guide for the Shadow Dancer prestige class.) |
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