A last resort in a time of dire circumstance, but not a second sooner, (voryn suggests. his tone is playfully wry, but while this suggests he is not someone who holds grudges, his memory is long.) I cannot trust you after seeing what your touch did to Ocelot, a previously rational man, beneath the Great Tree.
(but.)
That does not mean it wouldn't be useful in a bind.
As for my spells, they're best put to use now. They will last if we both make haste, so when I finish adding to your strengths, proceed.
(he does not have to touch silco to cast his magic on him. voryn's energy itches like a sickness and is quick to dissipate, however, and the zaunite should feel far faster and far stronger than he was previously, also covered covertly in a shimmering shield that may act as a convenient failsafe. it will protect him against physical and magical attacks until it abates if the doppelganger should sense his presence before their plan is put into action.
without another word, voryn steps out to face himself. a measured breath from one is all it takes for the aggression of the other to flare with a great fireball; the one who wields it, voryn himself, takes care to time his offensive spells so that they will not swallow up silco if he should enter their original area of effect.)
Your loyalty to your House is so weak that you would turn your aggression on your own name? Lord High Councillor Voryn Dagoth, Dagoth Ur. (the doppelganger spits, its fury matching voryn's own.
it is too soon to hear that title again. it is too bitter to be called to with nerevar's words. his resolve falters momentarily, almost struck down not by magic but a bloody manifesting blade.)
Firstborn, last alive. They will kill them because of your misguided service to the King, and you will restore a world which contains nothing you once loved! Mourn the loss!
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(but.)
That does not mean it wouldn't be useful in a bind.
As for my spells, they're best put to use now. They will last if we both make haste, so when I finish adding to your strengths, proceed.
(he does not have to touch silco to cast his magic on him. voryn's energy itches like a sickness and is quick to dissipate, however, and the zaunite should feel far faster and far stronger than he was previously, also covered covertly in a shimmering shield that may act as a convenient failsafe. it will protect him against physical and magical attacks until it abates if the doppelganger should sense his presence before their plan is put into action.
without another word, voryn steps out to face himself. a measured breath from one is all it takes for the aggression of the other to flare with a great fireball; the one who wields it, voryn himself, takes care to time his offensive spells so that they will not swallow up silco if he should enter their original area of effect.)
Your loyalty to your House is so weak that you would turn your aggression on your own name? Lord High Councillor Voryn Dagoth, Dagoth Ur. (the doppelganger spits, its fury matching voryn's own.
it is too soon to hear that title again. it is too bitter to be called to with nerevar's words. his resolve falters momentarily, almost struck down not by magic but a bloody manifesting blade.)
Firstborn, last alive. They will kill them because of your misguided service to the King, and you will restore a world which contains nothing you once loved! Mourn the loss!