King Tarvos | The Asyran Keep; Consultation Parlor
Relief flooded through him, replacing the feeling of anger and frustration. At last, he had it in his hands. Tarvos looked down on this small, stick of a man. He had a friendly enough face, young and gently embellished with freckles. He did not recognize him.
"Announce yourself to your king," Tarvos spoke solidly.
"My name is Sinclair Porter, your Excellency. I am an apprentice to your High Summoner." The frail man fell to his knee awkwardly. He was most likely raised far from court. Tarvos did not mind though, he was more curious about this man's abilities.
"And what has Allister been teaching you?"
"Mainly Summoning, your Excellency."
"I see," Tarvos spoke his voice grim. Suddenly, his mind was wracked with darkness, the sliver of who he once was was shrouded out and pushed farther back in the expanse of his mind. Quiet laughter started to escaped his lips, slowly growing louder. Vritra had taken full possession once more.
"Come back to me after your studies later today," the words were spoken in a lower pitch, they resonated power. "I may have a use for you, that your master should not know about."
The boy seemed scared, at the sudden change in the aura of the man, same did the two royal offspring. Vritra laughed again, loving the feeling of being encompassed by flesh and blood.
"You are all dismissed." Tarvos spoke, the presence of Vritra fading. "Tell your master, I wish to speak to him about his findings."
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~Incognito
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