Nolick looked around at the room, everything was made of white marble with gold flecks, the walls the floor, the pillar columns. The light in the room was being cast off of the small lamp-pillars with crystals which emanated a brilliant blue hue.
"You did not come here to talk idly with me" The older elf spoke, grabbing his attention from the hypnotic light source. She stepped forward and held out her withered hand, the aging of it was quite a testament to her age. Honestly an age which no one actually knew. Her pale clouded eyes looked as if they were looking through him, "I will find the answers ye seek."
Reluctantly, Nolick put the clump of hair into her hand. "...although we both know whom this loc belongs to…" the elder continued as she walked away from him to a table in the corner. On the large wooden table, a small bowl filled with a thick black liquid sat. Dropping the hair into it, the locks of hair slowly sank below the surface. She then waved her aged hands over the bowl. In the reflection, a figure of Lewan chained to the wall briefly appeared, then disappeared. As she again waived her hand over the bowl again, Yaresii spoke in the ancient tongue.
"Αναζητήστε και θα βρείτε "
The image then reappeared, a magnificent flash followed, and the room became the image itself. It was frozen in time, but as Nolick walked about the visual, he could see his son was chained to a wall.
He was in a the Nyberian Dungeons, the Letter with his hair in it, and announcing Amora's fate, had come from Nyberius. He squatted down in front of his son. Memorizing the bruises on his face, seeing his condition. The king could feel the blood thirst filling his body.
Drogath had taken both of his children, and knowing that Lewan was there, made the reason for Amora's acceptance of binding to the Dark Prince apparent. His son, her brother, was being used against her. The only chance she would have at peace in her life at this point…would be a merciful death. The Nyberian King would no doubt have her insulated once she was bound to his son. Her death would mean his own son's death. There was no other choice to be made. He would make his daughter's suffering short lived. And in doing so, punish Drogath by ending his lineage. He would take the War to Nyberius. Drogath wouldn't expect it.
In his Anger, Nolick's body began to emit powerful waves of red-hot energy. He wanted blood…he wanted it now. Beneath his feet the marble floors began to melt in waves, as he started to lose control. Elder Yaresii began digging in her bookshelf as the heat began searing at her skin.
Nolick's eyes had turned solid red, as his skin began catching fire, his consciousness was completely absent. Yaresii was desperately chanting in the corner as she continued to dig into the shelf for what she needed. A green light enveloped her body to protect her from the heat of The High King's rage as she finally found what she was looking for. Dipping her hand down into a small jar, she threw a purple powder at the King, the powder burned brightly in midair, but the fumes made its way into the king. Within moments the king was extinguished and had dropped down to lay sleeping on the floor. Yaresii smiled to herself while covering her face, it may be impossible to fight the king head on in the Blood Thirst, but he still needed to breathe. The winter mushrooms she had collected and dried hosted a powerful sleeping agent. Normally only a small amount, a few granules maybe, was needed to cure someone who had been abandoned by sleep. Looking at her surroundings, and the nearly empty jar, she chuckled to herself, She may have been a little too liberal with her application of the sleeping powders.
Waiting a few moments for the air to clear, the elderly woman approached the King. He was breathing evenly and peacefully. Her face turned sorrowful, this would probably be the last time he ever slept peacefully. Stepping out of the door, she called for a servant to have the king's men to come and take the King to his chambers. Looking back into the room she noted that the ripples in the floor were now a permanent fixture in the Marble. "Hmph."
The clanking of armor coming up the stairs brought her attention back to the door. As they approached a confused look was on The Captain of the Royal Guards' face. Bemused Yaresii tried to assure him, "Don't worry about your King. He is simply taking a much-needed rest after his Out-Burst" The tall man, stepped into the room, taking in the sight of the King. He lay half nude in the floor, smoke rising from his body, the waves in the marble cluing him in on what happened.
"Im taking it he went into the Blood Rage?" the Captain asked.
"Yes. He did not like the answers he received." Yaresii replied.
Rubbing his head as he motioned the others in behind him. As they gathered the king up to be carried, the Captain whispered to the woman, "How long will he be like this?"
Yaresii shrugged, "Could be an hour, could be a day…maybe a week…depends on how much of the powder made it into his lungs."
The captain looked at the old Sage's arms, noting the burns. She must have had no choice but to sedate the king. "Be sure to tend to your wounds elder Yaresii." He said as he followed his men out the door. The old woman simply nodded her head, seemingly just now aware of her own affliction.