Bhaal Demands- Part 1
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+A through F › Baldur's Gate
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
21,739
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Wager
“The master is this way”, Shelly said as she and her two fellow priestesses ushered a guest into the throne room of the Lord of Murder.
“So this is the Throne of Tears. My my, what a waste this title is on you”, the guest said the moment he locked eyes with the Lord of Murder.
“IT IS MINE BY RIGHT, CYRIC”, Lord of Murder boomed in his best godlike voice. The three priestesses scurried to flee, fearing some confrontation. Cyric on the other hand just tilted his head back and laughed.
“Thunder all you want, I AM BEYOND YOUR SCOPE GODLING”, Cyric’s voice was like a deep, barely audible crash of thunder, but with the force to send men to their knees. It dwarfed the Lord of Murder’s, but held less of a threat in it. Indeed, Cyric’s clouded face quickly dissipated into a sly grin.
“What do want Cyric”, the Lord of Murder sighed, resigning that Cyric had won this match.
“Power, dominion of Faerun, the servitude of every…”
“What do you want, from me”, interrupted the Lord of Murder, knowing how long the list was.
“ I want what is mine, by right” he said flatly, all the humour that was in his face was long gone. Only a spiteful smile was left.
“And by what right would you seek to claim my office”.
“Oh I don’t know, the fact you can’t do the work, I had it first, you are weaker than me, and the fact you swore that Kain would never become Bhaal”.
“ I’m neither Kain nor Bhaal, I’m the…”
“Lord of Murder, yes we got that part already. I‘m known as the Prince of Lies, but my followers call me Cyric. Why? It’s easier, that is why I’m leagues more powerful then you will ever be”, Cyric said, “ And that is why you have no right to this power, Nameless”.
Cyric stepped up onto the raised platform where the Throne of Tears was situated. The Lord of Murder rose to meet him. Down the distant corridors, fiends came roaring to meet a new threat. Cyric’s allies had infiltrated the palace and a fight had broken out across the entire area.
The Lord of Murder flashed in anger,” DON’T TRY ME CYRIC, THESE ARE MY HALLS”.
“WRONG, THEY ARE MY HALLS! THEY WERE MINE LONG BEFORE YOUR FATHER! THEY WILL BE MINE LONE AFTER YOU”
Both men were ready to do battle, but something stopped Cyric. He noticed an errant rumbling within the Lord of Murder, and with a faint sigh threw his hand into the air. Kain had felt it too, Imoen and Saverok had nearly drained themselves, but he had the power now to deal with Cyric.
Cyric stepped off the raised platform and backed away to the door, “Perhaps another time, Lord of Murder”, he paused then and gave a wide grin, “Maybe there is another way to settle this. A wager? Yes, I bet you that I’ll know your name before Viconia does”.
A wild laughter escaped the Lord of Murder’s lips, did Cyric actually think he could win the bet, “ You are on Cyric. If I win, you must dedicate a day in my honour”.
“And if I win, you vacate that throne to my”, and with that Cyric and his army were gone. Leaving the Lord of Murder to wonder if perhaps Cyric was up to something.
“So this is the Throne of Tears. My my, what a waste this title is on you”, the guest said the moment he locked eyes with the Lord of Murder.
“IT IS MINE BY RIGHT, CYRIC”, Lord of Murder boomed in his best godlike voice. The three priestesses scurried to flee, fearing some confrontation. Cyric on the other hand just tilted his head back and laughed.
“Thunder all you want, I AM BEYOND YOUR SCOPE GODLING”, Cyric’s voice was like a deep, barely audible crash of thunder, but with the force to send men to their knees. It dwarfed the Lord of Murder’s, but held less of a threat in it. Indeed, Cyric’s clouded face quickly dissipated into a sly grin.
“What do want Cyric”, the Lord of Murder sighed, resigning that Cyric had won this match.
“Power, dominion of Faerun, the servitude of every…”
“What do you want, from me”, interrupted the Lord of Murder, knowing how long the list was.
“ I want what is mine, by right” he said flatly, all the humour that was in his face was long gone. Only a spiteful smile was left.
“And by what right would you seek to claim my office”.
“Oh I don’t know, the fact you can’t do the work, I had it first, you are weaker than me, and the fact you swore that Kain would never become Bhaal”.
“ I’m neither Kain nor Bhaal, I’m the…”
“Lord of Murder, yes we got that part already. I‘m known as the Prince of Lies, but my followers call me Cyric. Why? It’s easier, that is why I’m leagues more powerful then you will ever be”, Cyric said, “ And that is why you have no right to this power, Nameless”.
Cyric stepped up onto the raised platform where the Throne of Tears was situated. The Lord of Murder rose to meet him. Down the distant corridors, fiends came roaring to meet a new threat. Cyric’s allies had infiltrated the palace and a fight had broken out across the entire area.
The Lord of Murder flashed in anger,” DON’T TRY ME CYRIC, THESE ARE MY HALLS”.
“WRONG, THEY ARE MY HALLS! THEY WERE MINE LONG BEFORE YOUR FATHER! THEY WILL BE MINE LONE AFTER YOU”
Both men were ready to do battle, but something stopped Cyric. He noticed an errant rumbling within the Lord of Murder, and with a faint sigh threw his hand into the air. Kain had felt it too, Imoen and Saverok had nearly drained themselves, but he had the power now to deal with Cyric.
Cyric stepped off the raised platform and backed away to the door, “Perhaps another time, Lord of Murder”, he paused then and gave a wide grin, “Maybe there is another way to settle this. A wager? Yes, I bet you that I’ll know your name before Viconia does”.
A wild laughter escaped the Lord of Murder’s lips, did Cyric actually think he could win the bet, “ You are on Cyric. If I win, you must dedicate a day in my honour”.
“And if I win, you vacate that throne to my”, and with that Cyric and his army were gone. Leaving the Lord of Murder to wonder if perhaps Cyric was up to something.