The Blade Unbroken: Magebreaker by K.G. Allbright

Author:K.G. Allbright [Allbright, K.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-07-28T22:00:00+00:00

PART TWO:

Necromancer’s Curse

Kylan’s wrists bled from shallow cuts, worn raw by the shackles holding him against the wall of the cave. The crunch of dirt beneath the padding of heavy footsteps moved closer from the darkness. Kylan pushed himself up onto his feet trying to keep his hanging bodyweight from inflicting any further damage to his wrists. He glared from beneath his hood, allowing his vision to focus in the shallow light. A man stood in front of him.

Kylan spoke first.

“So you manipulated me to get me here, and are somehow keeping my magic suppressed. I’ll admit, when I met with you in that temple in Aurendale, I thought your offer to trade me the information I seek in return for helping you rescue your daughter would help us each get what we wanted.” Kylan shook his head. “You told me she had been taken by coastal marauders, and we needed to rescue her before they could take her back to their ship.” The man in front of him didn’t speak. Kylan shifted his weight against the wall. He tossed aside his frustration, his next words honed with a sharp edge.

“How did you get tangled up in the webs of the necromancer, Drun’el? You’re a priest of Namai, after all. Aren’t you supposed to hold all life as sacred, yet find yourself a puppet of one who practices dark magic that goes against everything you believe?”

The priest’s voice slid from his mouth like a serpent’s hiss. In the temple this man was the image of kindness. Kylan found him praying with those afflicted with bone rot and offering medicinal potions to families without the means to be treated properly. But the man that stood before him now hid daggers behind his smile.

“Oh, but I do hold life sacred, Kylan. Even yours.” Drun’el said, stepping forward. He held a priest’s beaded necklace wrapped around his knuckles, a length of the copperspun beads hanging loose against his robes. He reached up with his other hand, tugging at the thin cerulean fabric, and loosened the leather ties of his collar. Kylan looked the priest over with narrowed eyes. His hair was cropped short and his bronze skin was shaded darker in the low light of the cave. His beard was long and knotted at the end and each ear had two silver rings around the helix. He spoke again, his deep voice carrying a sinister undertone. “The goddess Namai teaches us to live off the land by eating what’s provided. That’s all my brothers and sisters do, we eat what is provided by Everscia herself.” Drun’el looked away towards a set of long wooden tables surrounded by braziers. In the glow of the fires, several others sat, eating the meat from a man’s body carved in front of them. Drun’el glared back at Kylan, his eyes fixed in an intense gaze. “We just prefer the meat of men and women to that of animals.”

Kylan gripped the chains hanging from the stone wall. His mind drifted as he tried to piece together his thoughts like an unfinished puzzle.

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