The Watcher....

[Necrosphere]

The Watcher sat, transfixed, his head slowly shaking in a mixture of disbelief and admiration, the jowls of his fleshy chin shaking a fraction slower than the rest of his face.
“Another one. By Culnul she is good”
The tiny figure in the crystal in front of him disappeared from plain view, but the magicks contained within flared, brought her into clear focus, her tear stained face looking out towards the Daris forest.
Slowly she began to move towards the leafy boughs, her steps sure, graceful, continually seeking the refuge of shadows.

He had watched her for years now, the withered skin of his face containing the unblinking eyes that had watched unceasingly, ever since she had killed the abomination that was her own mother.
The Watcher relished the anguish of such times, his blood surging at the sorrow evident in the face of those that sought to slay the risen forms of ones they loved.
She had been swift, no doubt about it, resolute, even with the hurt inside visible on her young face.
He admired that resolution, admired her spirit. That she would become one of the Triumvirates best weapons was unclear to him then.

The Watcher grinned in remembrance, stained, yellowed teeth showing next to red, bloody gums as his fingers traced the lines on his scriptures, the soft vellum immaculately preserved and cared for.
The first had been brilliant. Swaying the young War Wizard firmly onto the path of evil with such skill that it was almost poetic, almost insultingly easy for one of her apparent skills.
A contract killing followed by a night of passion, he being driven on by the darkest of the lusts; new love.
After that it had all come apart so easily. A few words by one of his acolytes into the right ears, coupled with the guilt the War Wizard carried made the fall complete.
Inevitable.

The Enemy of my Enemy was a masterpiece of deceit, the woman bringing many allies to bear on the Enemy, hated by our Lord and God Canas. We are still not quite sure how she managed to get so many involved, but even now the Enemy must feel our mocking laughter echoing through the vaults of its home, it’s refuge, it’s jail. That it wanted to aid them in the battle against my Lord and God, and was summarily dismissed, must burn its very soul with the coldest of fires. No wonder it plagued her dreams, her nightmares. Stalked her in the moments of vulnerability. That she survived is a testament to our Lord and Gods power. A pity that the Enemy took hold of a part of the War Wizard in it’s death throes. But still...
Inspiring.

The Sunman had been more of a challenge, but unknowingly the hooks still in the War Wizard had played their part there too, driving him to rail against her and then pushing her to the Sunman. She said all of the right words, earned his trust, and took him as a lover, sullying his vows in the poison of a womans flesh.
Such a glorious debacle that. If only the spies had been able to get the Sunman to the right place at the right time, deaths would have ensued, and it would have ensured the splitting of two factions for good. A cuckolded man is full of righteous wrath, and the Lustsinger was surely deserving of it... yet sadly that calamity had failed to materialise.
She had played her cards well though, cutting the Sunman off just at the right time, making him flee far away from her to recover from the ghastly wound she inflicted.
Alone, friendless.. The Sunman will fall easily to the tides of Darkness.
Marvellous.

The Lustsinger. Of her achievements, this one was crowning. He, a master of the art of seduction had never suspected her. She, so innocent. The perfectly timed blushes, the head dropping down to hide the excitement when she knew she was winning. She played him for months, between the others, always with the promise of more. Until finally he succumbed to her, gave into the demands of flesh over loyalty, lust over duty. He had thought he had claimed her as his, and that he had finally achieved the ultimate victory, but she had snatched it form him with such daring, such skill that the Watcher had been breathless.
Masterly.

Finally, the Dragon Knight. Her temerity to go there astounded even the Watcher. Yet to be able to seduce such a one... her skills were truly formidable. It would be a rankling barb in his soul that they could use, the Watcher knew, even as he knew the Dragon Knights fate, and how he would struggle from it.
Her wound in his tragic soul would give them leverage, for no matter what, he would never recover from her betrayal, and the trust that she had managed to break could never be repaired.
And to again use the Lustsinger as a catalyst...
Perfect.



The Watcher went over his notes, a smile of glee upon his withered face. Such rampant chaos. All caused by one half-breed girl that did not even realise that she was the ultimate pawn of Canas.
She had singlehandedly got the Light to leave the field at the Ravenwood, setting them off where they would do the least good. Paladins wasted fighting Orcs.
And now the Lustsinger would have a hard time commanding any respect. And his ties to the Knights would be... strained, placing that continually growing burden upon his entire force.
The War Wizard still lead the other legion, though soon his time for reintegration would come. Already his destruction approached, sheparded by the only one who could save him, did she but realise it.

The Watcher tapped his game piece in his hand long and hard, wondering silently about the final play. She had shattered the Dragon Knight, that was fine, perhaps another piece could be found to rip that rent wide open and bring him unto his destiny.

Only one remained for her, and already he had aided her in a transgression against his own faith. A donation... The Watcher wondered idly if she could get the ultimate donation of self from this one too....