#zyralith

Aileana for @Zyralith by @malygos! 

Art for @Rishnea from @zyralith

Within a dark room sat a still figure. The being in the wooden chair seemed to be bound and a black mesh covered his face. Members of a cult gathered around slowly approaching. A single member approached the being with sacrificial knife in hand.

"Here we are gathered to send a sacrifice to the dark gods." The man said before chuckling darkly.

The being moved not an inch or objected as the gentle movement of the mesh showed it was still indeed alive.

The cultist leader would raise the knife and bring it down with a terrible swiftness aiming for the heart only to have it rip through the clothing and stop dead. Tilting his head the Cultist would growl "What trickery is this...did someone leave armor on him?!" The masked being shook his head.

The cultist slowly turned his head to the victim as if he had just spoken a forbidden language

"Our wards then..." He said grinding his teeth as another spoke "I...put them up myself grand master...they were solid..."

The victim would turn his head up and the mesh would freeze up before shattering revealing the scarred face of the Judicial Magister

"Lord Spellshadow?! Scatter!" He demanded, but far too late as shards of ice and blades of fire would pierce the cultists all at once from Lord Spellshadow's trained. "It is like your kind to pick upon the helpless...cowards the lot of you...leading victims where they have no hope of escape or defense and cutting them down like animals ripe for slaughter unknowing of what might become of their families..." The Lord would stand and his Sunreaver garb would appear upon him. "It sickens me that my daughter is caught up in this mess as well...perhaps not your own order of course, but something similar..." He walked around the room while speaking as his Spellblades dropped the bodies and went to circle the two kneeling with blades at the ready should the leader try to flee. "You tear away mothers...no regret for her children. You tear away children and laugh at the mourning of their elders...you put on a show and give people something to fear in the dark while I sit in the light and do just the same...the difference is I have no shame in the sins I commit...mine tear apart the unworthy. The vagabonds that sit upon the seeds of growth only to toss it aside for the sake of being lazy or selfish." He would whip out his hand conjuring his staff only to swing it around and snap the cultist's knee caps sending him to the ground with a howl.

Natalya Blackarrow for Zyralith by Syliune