RP:It Begins

Part of the Souls Out of Time Arc

Location: Beneath the great plains of Venturil

Synopsis: Kybella and Markus meet to discuss the direction of the watchers. (All NPC's Written By Eirik)

Markus stands within the Watchers library, flipping through the pages of an old tome. Steely blue eyes seemingly skim the pages, whilst he scans for the rituals he sought. Often, he found his position as second in command a real bother. Teaching those beneath him to wield magic and not use it is far too troublesome. Their order is only meant to watch, but what good is knowledge without application? He grew tired of such mundane things. A hand idly flicks through his golden-brown locks, denoting his mild irritation.

Kybella is never one for theatrics. Not one to pretend to be what she is not, but still those sinister thoughts had been stirring in her mind for years. Even after all this time she still had not asked her second of his opinion. Mostly because she could sense his distaste for the way things have played out. The cold stone walls reverberate with every step. Each time her knotty wooden staff hit the ground, the walls chirped in response. She leaned heavily on this weapon of hers. Time had not been a pleasant thing to the weathered old crone. But Markus could be found in the library and she knew it. Her journey brought her into the room in only minutes. "Markus," her withered old voice ran dry. "May we have a few words, you and I?" A bony finger points to him and herself, before waiving to a table in the corner where none would follow.

Markus looks up from his book in time to see her pointing. "Of course, Mistress." Of course. What exactly did she want now? This hag had endlessly preserved the old ways and he wished that she would just finally kick the bucket. It would be Markus who would take up the mantle of the Watchers leader. Then things could be different. For a moment, he ponders over which chair he is to take, but settles on one nearest him. Mostly out of spite for Kybella. "What is it you that you wish to discuss?" It wasn't often that she sought his words, why today?

Kybella only smiles as she musters the physical prowess to carry her ancient bones to the appointed table and sits. She had helped Markus study his whole life and he was promising. Headstrong, but potent in abilities. "I wanted to ask you a few questions regarding the watchers." Her voice gets serious, "And don't lie Markus. You know I've got a way with discerning the truth. And right now, I'll hear your opinion." She knew that he wanted some changes, but as to what extent?

Markus is taken back by Kybella's words. He had never been asked such a thing! Why now? Was he to be ousted? "Mistress Kybella, I'm not sure that I should answer that question." He didn't know how to respond.

Kybella shook her head. "I suppose your nervousness is my own fault." She licks her dried lips and brings her age-old elbows to rest 'pon the table. "You see, I have spent my entire life here. Watching. As you have." She is beginning to weave a story, knowing that Markus lacked the patience to stick with it. Sometimes it was enjoyable to watch him squirm within her grasp. "And I can't help but wonder, did we do things wrong?" She stops her story with that question and waits for a response.

Markus wants nothing more than to roll his eyes. Gods that be, another story? But he was proven wrong, she asked him another question. "I don't know what you mean Mistress?" The warlock is baffled entirely. She had -never- spoken this way. Perhaps age had finally turned her mad? "We've done what those before us have done. Watched and recorded." He still can't believe that of all people, she asked such questions.

Kybella gave a toothy grin to Markus. "That’s precisely what I mean dear boy. Precisely." He had hit the nail on the head like a hammer. "You don't suppose that the world is faring better or worse without our involvement?" Oh yes, she was being presumptuous. As if she had any claim to make changes in the world. "You wouldn't like to see our hand reach out and mold the world in our favor?" Olive eyes flick from Markus to the empty library. "It's such a shame that all this knowledge goes to waste." She returns her gaze to his. "It's more so that we sit and do nothing."

Markus eyed Kybella, perhaps out of fear or some other reason. What is she trying to bring out of him? His hatred of the old ways? Fine if that's what she wanted! "It is a shame Mistress. It's a shame that we have amassed so much and do nothing. It's terrible that we train and swear that we use it only amongst ourselves. I know my own homeland, Venturil, has lost its leader. Chartsend as well, and with our combined power, we could have it all. We could lay waste to those that be. Why must we sit by idly?"

Kybella cracks a wide mouthed toothy grin. "We don't have to any more Markus. Not anymore. Come, I have plans that I think you would like to witness…."