My Eternal Service.

Ch 6

It's been three months since Rohrm discovered the Assassins and their target. Not being able to assign the silver knights to dispose of the threat, since Lord Gwyn would realize the bloodshed of humans was not ordered, Rohrm has been taking care of the threat. He destroyed every base and spared no assassin. But not matter how much bases he destroyed and assassins he kept killing, there was always more.
Which has lead him to take the matter to the one person he despised the most:

Seath the Scaless.

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The Duke's archive
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"The Duke does not take kindly to visitors." One of Seath's servants, a Channeler, said as Rohrm walked through the doors into the chamber, filled with books and maps.

"Tell him it's important." Rohrm said, not caring what the blue robed magician said. The Channeler stood up from his desk, grabbing his catalyst (Although Rohrm called it a magic wand) and glared at the brass armored knight. The Channeler, like Rohrm, was just human behind his blue robe.

"My Lord will not talk to you." The Channeler threatened. Rohrm ignored the man, leaning against a bookshelf and lowering his head. The Channeler gripped his staff harder and walked towards the knight. "Are you deaf? My Lord will not talk to you. Leave!"

The Channeler grabbed Rohrm's shoulder in his fit of uncalled anger. He was about to drag the knight out of the halls, paralysing him with magic to do so. Rohrm however, did not react kindly. Rohrm quickly drew his Estoc sword and with a flick of his wrist, cut off the arm which dared touch him.

"AHH!" The Channeler yelled, dropping his staff as he feel to his knees. The Channeler gripped his wound, his left arm completely gone as blood leaked through the cracks of his fingers and onto the pale tiling. He screamed in agony but stopped as the tip of a blade touched his neck.

"Now listen here." Rohrm slowly said, tilting his blade to make the Channeler look up at him. "The last three months have been really shitty for me. I've been very patient those three months: taking care of a Dragon's daughter and killing every assassin day, after day, after day. So, your going to be a good boy and retrieve the father of said daughter, right?"

The Channeler gulped, staring at the knight's emotionless mask. The Channeler slowly nodded as more blood leaked from his arm. Rohrm sheathed his Estoc sword and grabbed the Channeler's helmet and pulled it of, before retrieving a flask that glowed like a fire.

"Very good." Rohrm said, patting the man's bald head. "See, we can be civil. And as a token of good faith, I give you this." Rohrm handed the now shaking man the flask. "While it's disgusting and will make you shit your brains out, it can heal your wound and if your fast enough: Heal your arm rather than having to use a constant illusion."

The Channeler reached for the flask, letting more blood leak onto the floor. The Channeler grabbed the missing arm and flung it over his shoulder. He turned around to leave but stopped from a sharp whistle. Looking back, he saw the Knight, leaning against the bookshelf with his arms crossed.

"You better get Seath." With a quick nod, the Channeler ran through the halls to retrieve his master, blood leaving a trail.

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(30 minutes later)
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"The Lord is ready to see you." A different Channeler said. Rohrm stopped his snoring and stood up. Rohrm nodded at the Channeler and followed him through the halls. They past small laboratories where the Channelers do the experiments their master as tasked them with. In each said laboratory was a woman, dead or alive, on a table or stretched out and being the unwilling test subjects.