Chapter 50: Chapter 50

The sprint from the palace was swift, and silent. Not that that bothered Es much, it gave hee time to get her head back on straight after the weird….week? That felt about right, though she couldn’t think of anything specific about it all. Just, that it had happened and now she was dealing with it. Before she knew it - which was quite the thought in itself given that it was miles away - she was in front of the Death Hag in the front of the coven.

 

“Hey, so, slight problem” Filnon would exclaim, standing up straight and nodding to the Hag. 

“Sounds right. You vanish for a week, and bring havoc in your wake. What is going on?” the Hag would ask, shuffling into a casual position and eyeing Filnon suspiciously.

“Short version is; I’ve potentially got Morathi killed and The Witch King is coming. I don’t know if I can tell the long story before I am brutally murdered” Filnon would reply, in such a casual fashion that the Hag was caught clean off guard.

 

Still, one did not ascend to such a position via weakness, and so she recovered quickly and took a face of mixed indignation and fury.

“This is Har Ganeth. No being is above it’s laws. I will not stand for murder in the streets, no matter who, or why. Now get in” the Hag would gesture towards the Coven, with a perfect voice of a mother, bustling Filnon and Estaria inside. Once there, Es was sent scurrying for some refreshments, and Filnon was taken to a tea room. Witches liked their tea, so it was no surprise the larger covens had rooms for it and it alone.

 

“So, long story” the Hag ordered, when Filnon was seated properly, and Estaria had returned.

“....” Filnon set her head on right and got her words sorted, and then began to speak. “Hellebron sent me on a mission to get ahead of the issues that were going to come from our little issue with that city. Ended in Hag Graef, because where else would you go for assassins? Had orders to stop the hiring of assassins into Har Gareth by any means necessary.

 

Of course, information is a chief export of that place, so it wasn't two days before everyone knew who I was, who I was here for, and my declaration in the Throne Room. Third day and I had my own Stalker, one of Morathi. He was amicable to my presence, probably didn’t even need to break his nose. Mistress Morathi wanted to meet me and talk, which was not surprising given everything that had gone on recently. I decided there was no real harm in that, and her support might even be helpful, so I accepted.

 

After a bit of conflict with a group of Assassins sent by relatives of that Lord, some kerfuffle involving a cellar door, three guards and a nest of Skaven, and a guy with a very refined sense of taste for wine, I meet Morathi. We shoot the shit, shoot some more assassins, turn one of them into a dog and then gift him to an ailing old Beastmaster because he is an ‘awfully clever hound’”

 

Filnon would pause to crack a broad grin at that, and sip her tea. The Hag seemed amused at it as well, though Estaria was mostly lost in her own world, in part listening, and in part trying to swim through the murky depths of last week.

 

“Eventually, after thoroughly convincing the Assassins to avoid Har Gareth.  Morathi confines in me over a few glasses of wine. Troubling news from Har Gareth, that Hellebron has proclaimed someone the ‘Sickle Of Khaine’, his earthly embodiment on this plane. Worse still, this is some human slave girl. Such rumors will be devastating if they reach the ears of The Witch King, so Morathi wanted my help seeing if they were true or not. She gifted me a pair of really cool swords, and offered to exist in my shadow while I go talk to Hellebron. If these rumors were false or exaggerated, then Morathi would leave to Naggarond and soothe Malekith of these unjust and unfounded rumors.

 

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Were they to be real, however; she would enact bloody but precise vengeance on Hellebron for overstepping her bounds to such a degree, so as to avoid a massive and disruptive assault from Malekith on the walls of Har Gareth. Totally fair on all accounts, so I came to see Hellebron. It wasn’t very good to start with, given what people around the city were saying. But I held my temper and went up there. The Guards wouldn’t let me in even after I made my presence known, which was most suspicious, so I knocked them out and came in anyway. And there is Hellebron, stood with Estaria. The one thing! I told her I would never part with, was Estaria’s company. And there she is, parading Es around like her little toy. 

 

So I stopped caring about the whole Sickle scandal and attacked her. Or at least got into a fight with her throng of guards and supporters. Maybe Morathi though now was too good of an opportunity to let slide, and decided to end their many centuries of feuding there and then. Maybe she was always going to do that and just used me to get into the palace. I don’t know, honestly. And I had what I wanted, so I left”

 

She would finally finish the story, and drain her cup, reaching out to take Estaria’s hand.

 

“Well, that was the long version” whispered a stygian voice from the corner. All three sets of eyes turns to look, but there was nothing there but the inky blackness. “I have long considered my Mistress’ insanity” the voice spoke, from another corner. “To go against the Witch King like this…foolish. She must have had some backing. But now I see, she had only the backing of one slave, and her delusions”

 

It was Estaria would broke the silence of the three, snapping her fingers and pointing at the corner.

“It was you! You were there that night I got butchered by the Assassin! Shadow….dude” Estaria would exclaim, though lose her confidence towards the end.

“Shadowblade, yes. My Mistress ordered your protection, though I had not expected to be matched against a dozen Assassins over the span of two days, and so one slipped my grasp. I rushed to your side, and you seemed to be handling things well enough. I admit, I delayed what could have been a rescue to satiate my own curiosity. And it was time well spent”

 

The door would then open, though nobody stood in the frame, and there was no clear evidence of how it had been opened.

“I have made my decision. Mistress Hellebron has fallen too far; I shall return to Hag Graef, and find myself a new paetron. With the death of Morathi, things are about to heat up in Naggaroth” 

 

And with that cannonball of a revelation dropped, there was no more presence in the room.

“The fuck did he mean, the death of Morathi?” Estaria asked, looking up in the direction of the palace.

“I don’t know, but it sounds like we better lay low in the Coven for a while. I can’t imagine this ending gracefully” Filnon replied, staring into Estaria’s eyes. “If nothing else, we have plenty of time to talk”

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