What an odd sensation. Vasher thinks to himself as he sits and quietly sips tea at one of New Creations many a local taverns. At first he had felt euphoric from the success of acquiring the key. Vasher had spent years of his life tracking it down, and years more arranging a situation where he could acquire it. But now that he had it, he was learning just how much “space” keeping a magical phrase like that in your mind could take up, his head hurt.
At least I will have peace and quiet for a few days. Vasher mused. His old sword had now been replaced with another one, a roughly forged falchion. The entity that had possessed his old blade had finally destroyed it, the vessel being too imperfect to hold its sentience forever. Peace and quiet
Hey look it’s Garret, HI GARRET! Nightbloods voice exploded through Vashers mind sending ripples of pain through it.
“He can’t hear you!” Vasher snapped drawing an irritated looks from several of the taverns patrons. Vasher continued to sip his tea a moment and watched as Garret fended off a large drunken human. The Halfling was holding his own with ease.
“How is it you have composed yourself so quickly?, you just broke the last sword.” Vasher muttered towards his falchion, this time not drawing too many stares. Usually Nightblood would take days to attune itself to a weapon Vasher carried. And to Vasher these days were a welcome break from the entities.. enthusiasm.
Oh, I didn’t like that sword, they smelted the mettles poorly, I think you got ripped off. I’m in your dagger. Nightblood sounded smug as if he had outsmarted Vasher in some way. Look, Garrets in trouble let’s go help him.
Vasher always wondered how it is Nightblood could “see” having no eyes. He theorized that Nightblood used Vashers own senses to perceive the world around him. Looking back at the scuffle Vasher could see it was true. Where as Garret was holding his own against the drunken oaf, it looked as though the oaf had brought help and soon Garret would be pinned down.
I like Garret. Nightblood said as if to coax Vasher into action.
“You don’t even know Garret.” Vasher says with a sigh standing up to go help the Halfling who had sold him the two keys he used to break into the dungeon.
Stone, Where do I remember that man from? Vasher wondered as he left the unmarked Shadar Kai and the Halfling to their own devices.
It’s time to leave this city. I’ve made enough splashes and the sooner I get out with the key the better. True the keys safety was the most important thing. It was what the Worldsmith had guided him to, that and Nightblood. But he was probably safe in the city a while longer. It was really that man, Stone, who had unsettled Vasher. For a Shadar Kai to go unmarked like that for so long usually meant something, and Stone didn’t seem like the woefully incapable type.
I remember him, he was with the Black Queen. Nightblood said pleased to remember. I knew you didn’t remember, it was written all over your face.
Vasher stopped dead.
“He’s a long way from home then.” Vasher whispered remembering now. “Maybe he is woefully incapable, banished from court perhaps?” Vasher shuddered remembering the last time he had seen the Black Queen banish someone from the Noxus court. “No, if he lived he would have been scarred. It’s time we leave.”
I can go kill him for you, I’m good at that. Nighblood said with unveiled enthusiasm.
“No, I’ll go find a place to stay the night first and then we leave first thing tomorrow.” Vasher muttered to his unseen companion as he turned and started walking towards the seedier part of town.
Lu lu lu I’ve got some apples.
Why her? Vasher’s thought
He studies the beautiful Eladrin woman sitting across the tavern from him. She seemed to be either oblivious of the danger of her surroundings or aware and just not caring. Vasher assumed the latter, for if the woman was to look down her nose anymore at the many men ogling her she may have a bug fly up it.
I like her, she’s beautiful. Nightsong said
Vasher rolled his eyes at his unseen companions remark. Even after all these years the dagger reacted like a child in many ways .
Normally he wouldn’t care what a woman like this was doing here, he was fairly certain she had some form of protection, and if not. Well she didn’t look it. In either case it seemed the Worldsmith had plans for her, and it was in all likelihood Vasher was supposed to just tag along until something important happened. great.
One of the men looked as though he was about to get up and make his move on her. time to move Vasher thought, getting up Vasher moves towards the table. Noticing all eyes were on him and that the tavern was unusually quiet.
“Hey uh, hi.” There was a long awkward pause as both Vasher and the woman eyeballed each other, he somewhat embarrassed and her merely pissed off. “Listen, I just got a vision from the Worldsmith and I think I’m supposed to protect you.” Vasher blurted out followed by another long awkward pause. At least her expression has turned from disdain to what, surprise? That’s good right? Vasher thought to himself.
Oh WOW you are so bad at talking to woman. I don’t know why you bother, you should just grunt. Nightsong broke into Vashers thoughts. Oh and a guys walking up behind you/
“Hey buddy this is my woman I was about to..” ELBOW TO THROAT!.
“Listen, This place really is quite dangerous and you should be heading back home or wherever it is you are staying. “ Vasher repeats to the woman over the gurgled gasps of the man who he may have just broken the larynx of.
“Oh, I see.” the noble woman says almost in a whisper, her voice a chime of perfection not familiar to a tavern of these sorts. Getting up and summarily ignoring Vasher and the rest of the tavern she leaves.
Vashers eyes follow behind her, almost of their own free will.
I could have handled that better,
You could have handled that better.
Both Vasher and Nightblood think in unison.
Kill her KILL HER KILL HER!Nightbloods voice screams in Vashers head. Hardly able to think past the noise of Nightblood and the pain in his skull. Vasher drew back the unconscious Lady Shay’s head by her hair and using his dagger, now Nightblood, slashed her throat with a quick efficient slash, killing her.
“I should have done that when I first met you.” Vasher mutters to himself, drawing nervous stares from his new companions.
Standing up and making sure not to get too much of the witches blood on him Vasher grabs the large box from her hands. Behind them all the towers guardians voice boomed.
“LEAVE AT ONCE!”
“Time to go!” Garret the increasingly useful Halfling pipes in. Then grabbing a painting comically large compared to himself, he boogies out the passage ahead of everyone else. And yes Garret boogies. The rest of the party keeps pace a short ways behind him, with princess Naivara and Vasher taking the rear. Why would she sully such perfect hands dragging that things body? Nightblood asks Vasher confused.
“She’s Eladrin, they don’t think normal.” Was the only response Vasher could think of.
Once outside the party halts gasping for breath behind them the tower turns to dust and before their eyes disappears. Looking down Vasher sees that he is still clutching the dagger Nightblood in his hand. Sheathed now, the dagger that was once plain has slowly transformed into something more sinister looking. Its at one time leather sheath has slowly turned to silver, and the hilt was now pure black. Soon it would be fully transformed, and then it would break. Perhaps he should stuff Nighblood back before any of the others could see it.
Oh no you don’t, Nightblood said Don’t even start thinking about that. I’ve been locked away for too long.
“What does it matter to you?” Vasher whispers
I need fresh air,Nightblood said, and sunlight.
“You’re a sword,” Vasher said, “not a palm tree.”
Nightblood fell silent. It was smart enough to realize that it was not a person, but it didn’t like being confronted with that fact. It tended to put it in a sullen mood. That suited Vasher just fine.