"Lord Hector sir! Marquess Ostia!" The soldier ran up to him, as he was searching through a few of the documents he recieved, in his quarters .
"What is it soldier?" He replied back gruffly.
"Sire! The magician. We believe we have caught him!"
"You're serious?" Hector exclaimed, throwing down what he was looking at on the table. "Quick! Show me him!"
The soldier looked down at the floor and sighed.
"I'm sorry Lord Hector, but you see, he has escaped."
"Escaped huh?" Hector replied, stroking his beard. "Well, let me see just how tough he is..."
He walked up to his fireplace, and took down his prized Basilikos axe from the wall.
"But Lord Hector!" The soldier exclaimed, growing more worried by the second. "This is no mere magician. He's the one who's been driving our troops mad. He can cpntrol their mids into a state, that allows them to do anything he pleases."
"I guess I will have to take that risk, won't I?" He snapped back at the soldier.
"How can you be so sure this is him? I'm going to go find whoever this is, and try and talk some sense into him. If that doesn't work," he gripped his axe tightly. "Then I will have to use more persuasive methods. Come!"
He stepped down his red carpet, and opened up his great door into the hall, with the soldier following close behind.
"Reane.....thank you...." he grabbed for the elixer, out of breath from his travels, and quickly gulped it down. His wounds seemed to of been healed from the elixer, but his body still ached.
"I think....I just need a good night's rest. I haven't slept for a good while.
....oh, Reane. Are you feeling better? I was worried about you..."
His voice was sincere. He didn't want anything bad to happen to his fellow comrades, his dear friends.
"I wonder..... do you think they might already be at Ostia?"
OOC: Both your avatars are really nice! And I actually thought you drew it too hehe...