To Heir Is Human- Playground XIV, The 14th Options

[Lord Revan]

Well, here we are.....

[Priest of Sithis]

Astratus

He felt a cold sweat form on the back of his neck, and sudden pulses of his heart scared him. The old soreness above his knees was gone, as well as the pain in his shoulders. He was sitting in a chair, when he heard commotion at the end of the hall. The female Narza'Tai healer came back to him and told him a brief description of Rann. Astratus remembered him from the gate earlier, and stood up. He fell immediately to his face, because of his recent growth in stature and loss of balance. Astratus slowly rose, and then walked with the help of the healer down the hallway.

When he came to the room, he saw Rann and the others, and wondered where Karn and Ian were. He had to catch his breath, because he was nausious and dizzy. He looked at Rann and said, "You, I saw you at the gate. Why don't you fight? Men are dying, surely you weren't sent here for me?" Astratus made a motion of head shaking, but abandoned the idea when he almost lost his balance. Astratus felt his body temperature rise and he grasped the wall for support. He looked Rann up and down, then said, "I'm sorry if I came across rude, but, as of now, I am in no condition to help my men, and soon, I will become a monster and fight the brethren I came across the Empire with. I feel alone, and I can already tell that there is a problem with command, mostly due to my forgetfullness of replacement should this happen again. I need to speak with Ian and Karn, about command, and you are welcome to attend. That is, if I am still myself in a few hours..."

Patholos

"Lycanthropy," He whispered, then escorted them down into the part of the sewers they were holding Astratus. Patholos saw the infection in Astratus, and it made him wonder what stuff the man was made of, to hold out against the disease that weakens the body so. He looked and saw that the years of alcoholism had almost ruined his liver and hardened his veins, making it hard for the Lycanthropy pathogens to circulate through his bloodstream. Patholos was truly amazed by this, but said nothing. He heard Astratus's voice, albeit weaker, in the distance, then the three came into the room with Rann and Astratus.

Patholos looked at Rann, and all the repressed anger from Rann's dissaproval of Patholos caught him in a flurry. He dragged the blade of his dagger across his palm, and Patholos's blood activated the deadly enchantment. He held the blade low in the folds of his black robe, and his eyes were visible as red discs behind his eyecloth. He said to the assembly, "Excuse me, there is a matter I need to take care of." And he slipped into the dark abyss that was the surrounding sewers. He would wait for Rann, and take his vengeance. There was a small voice in his head, a friendly voice, telling him it was wrong, but Patholos shook his head and hide well, waiting for his quarry.