Zolis (prime)/Agreements and Opportunities

Agreements and Opportunities

Originally posted on the official forums by BROWNTHOMM on 01/14/2020 at 11:09 AM CST.

The tall dark elf's stride was leisurely through Gardenia Commons, thinking quietly to himself as his keen ears picked up on the quite conversations of the people milling about. He allowed his thoughts to strike a fleeting moment of amusement across his face. Those who fought so hard to support Socius would soon be looking to shed blood in the name of righteousness. So determined to resist, they whispered how they would refuse to pay their taxes. They seemded not to consider how many precious souls go unfed without funding. How many buildings and services begin to crumble without silvers. A few proclaimed how they will take bloody revenge in very hushed tones.

His thoughts turned to the Arkati of Liabo, how they must look down upon their servants and wonder how they all became so bloodthirsty in their pursuits. He didn't venerate Arkati as gods, himself. Like most Faendryl he viewed them as merely another type of being to be dealt with or bargained with. Bemused by the thoughts of how many of Liabo's faithful would be passing the gates of Lorminstra in the coming months, a chortle escaped his lips.

The sudden, striking smile of a child cut through the fog of introspection. Though she was some distance away, she stood out strangely from the small flock of children around her. A human female child, with hair the color of wrotwood and sun-kissed skin, stared silently into his violet eyes. Her arms were bent at the elbow, palms up, toward him. Her smile grew wider as he studied her. Just as he thought he caught a flash of pointed teeth, a group of portly merchants passed between them. When the gaggle of tea-smelling peddlers had moved on, the little human was gone.

A rustling at his feet drew his gaze downward to the tail of a serpent slithering over his boot. He collected the creature gently, gathering a small two-headed asp in his hands. Both heads of the sanguine-scaled creature bit angrily into his arm, a brief haze clouding his vision as the mild venom begun to run its course. With a satisfied grin, Zolis carried the reptile to the edge of town and released it. He watched as it disappeared into a patch of rocks, its passing marked only by the warm poison in his veins. A reminder that old agreements must be kept, and new opportunities must not be missed.