Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141003213306/@comment-24685738-20141003220838

Asin sat on his bed, rubbing his temples. His underlings were so… so… unable. They seemed competent on the outside, but on the inside… “Gah.” He growled, in his melodic, hypnotizing voice.

A knock came at the door of his chambers. “My lord?”

“What is it?” He softly asked, opening the door slightly. “Why must you disturb me?”

The pyromancers shifted, uncomfortably, his amber eyes trying to stare into Asin’s hood, but were unable. This made him even more uncomfortable. “Y-you have a visitor, my lord.”

“Is it… Her?” Asin asked, cautiously, his eyes burning with the anticipation of seeing her… finally...

“Y-yes, my lord.”

“Bring her in.” Asin commanded, and took a step back, sitting down on a chair in his room.

The guard did so, and in stepped Idgrod the Younger. Her brown eyes were shining with anger, and she held her head high. “Why am I here, ‘King’ Asin?” She demanded, her voice cold and angry.

“You have something I want.” Asin replied, calmly, and the melody of his voice swept over Idgrod, causing her to shiver. “And you know exactly of what I speak….”

Idgrod frowned, and tossed her hair over her shoulder. It had been years since Asin had last seen her, and time seemed to have hardened her. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“The ring.” Asin stated, slowly, as if she was a young child. “Of the sea witch of Daggerfall.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Idgrod sniffed, and her eyes stared right at Asin. She reached forward slowly, as if to push his hood off, but Asin caught her arm in mid-reach. Her arm was… surprisingly soft, for one who had spent most of her life in the salt marshes.

Asin’s grip tightened, causing the Jarl’s daughter to wince in pain. “You have it… I know you do…” He whispered, softly.

“And how do you know that?”

“Because you stole it from me.”

“D-” Idgrod began, her eyes widening, before Asin cut her off. “That was my old name. My slave name.”

“B-but… I didn’t… I d-don’t…” Idgrod gasped, her eyes sweeping the room fearfully. “I… I had to!”

“Had to what, Idgrod?” Asin whispered, softly, and released her arm from his grip. “Had to abandon me? Had to almost kill me?” He chuckled softly, and looked her over. “You started this, Idgrod. All of it.”

As he reminisced, Idgrod’s arm shot forward, knocking Asin’s hood off his head. What she saw nearly took her breath away. His skin was pale, and his jaw line was rugged, and well-defined, almost as if his head had been sculpted from marble. His eyes changed color as they moved, eyeing her up and down, angrily. Red… Green… Brown… Blue… Grey… Amber… His hair was perfectly styled, framing his face. All in all, he was… for lack of a better word… gorgeous.

He quickly pulled his hood back up, leaving Idgrod confused. “Darius?” She whispered.

“Guards!” Asin called, and a few rushed in, grabbing Idgrod by the arms. “Take her away.” He ordered. “Until she tells me the location of what I seek, keep her under lock and key.”