Veraka let go of Cinder's arm as soon as he realized that she was back to herself, however, he kept very close and keen eye on her nonetheless. He looked around at Suru, and gave her a wary look, afraid that he couldn't offer any answers for her.
However, it was Neriah whom spoke up for her husband; "I believe that I could offer you both some answers about that sword, Lady Suru and Cinder."
The fey'ri strode calmly over to Cinder and Adian, looking very intently at Cinder, despite the fact that her bat-like wings were unfurled, and her arrowhead tail was twitching rapidly, a clear sign, to Veraka at least, that she was very agitated by her discovery and the news that she was about to share.
"To put this bluntly, you were charmed, though it was more of a mind-affecting spell than a charm. Only very powerful magics can do that to any of theTel’Quessir races, very old magics, and ones that I've come to learn through my infernal bloodlines."
Veraka stared bluntly at his wife; "I thought you had forsaken all of ties to the magics that were in your blood?"
Neriah returned her husband's look with a cool, but chilling glare; "I did forsake many of my magics that would've made me much more potent in spell-casting than I am today; however, our union, and our children have made that prospect a very dangerous path to turn to. However, I did take many lessons and some very pertinent advice from your mother, Lady Sanisa, when she visited the few times that she did. As a Solar of Mount Celestia, she has a wealth of knowledge about the creatures of the Abyss and the magics that they have at their command." she let out a small sigh, then inhaled again, "So, out of trust in our relationship, your mother taught me much about those magics, a few lessons involved charms that are of the power that I am speaking of right now. Those that could possibly be used from a great distance and cast so that they can not be tracked back to their source. The long and short of it is that Cinder had a spell cast on her that was able to alter her behavior in a very sharp but subtle way, as to not make anyone suspect it was a magical incantation."
Neriah brushed one of her honey-amber curls away from her face as she looked over to Suru, then to Adian and Cinder, and finally, her husband. "This incident alone proves why you and your group will need more magic wielders within its ranks, not just holy warriors."
"Neriah, love. . . " Veraka started.
"Veraka," the fey'ri sorceress spoke sharply, her fiery red eyes locking onto his silver orbs; "you just saw what happened to Cinder and you don't know who did that, or where they are, or for that matter, how strong their magic is. I've beat you once with magic, and daggers before, and that was before you were as strong as you are now, being a Divine Crusader for Bahamut and champion for him as well. Physical prowess will only get you so far in this task, and who but I knows a lich's tower better than you. After all, before I was held captive by that Baelnorn in Daggerfall, I used to make my living by sneaking around, and plundering lich towers for their treasured artifacts and possessions, if there were any to be had. You forget my love, that before you came, and inadvertently changed my life forever, I was rogue and well-rounded one at that. If anyone can get past the defenses of a lich’s tower, it’d be me. Plus you have my latent sorcery abilities to consider.”
While Neriah and Veraka went back and forth discussing their points to each other and the effects of that sword of Cinder’s, Alasse and Dante went buzzing around Krom and Duhath, spinning in circles around the towering two.
It was Dante who first had the gall to ask a very pointed question to Krom; “my dad told me that he was once part of a tribe as well; does that mean that he could challenge your leader too?”
Then Alasse buzzed around to Krom, and skidded to halt in front of him, her amber eyes staring up at the bull; “could you beat Duhath? He’s the strongest fighter I’ve seen.”
At this, the huge dragonborn raised his face up to observe the two young children; he then raised a scaly brow at Alasse and her blunt question, then turned a smirking, humorous look to the bull, as if saying kids and their ideas.
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