The Slave King By AV Wedhorn The Slave King Chapter 1 Birthing Loriass Yematt, Supreme Highmage for the Elvynn Tua-latin war wizards, studied the swollen stomach of the pregnant human female, examining it for flaws or defects. He knew from his previous inspections there weren’t any, but did so just the same. There had been two parent slaves, but only this one was left. Generations of humans had gone into creating the child she was bearing. This baby should be exceptional, for being only a human. If his calculations were correct, it should be one of the best humans he had ever conceived. Its gene stock had been derived from highest quality of human slaves, tracing back over three hundred years. With the execution of the parent father for rebellion, there would not be any more stock of this quality until the infant came of age. Maldrith Renali, his Tua-latin second in command, strode purposefully into the room, her black and silver robes hissing softly like snakes scales, as they slid across the stone floor. Studying the human on the bed with the swollen belly, she stated as much as said, “She still hasn’t had it yet Loriass?” Turning, her silver eyes flickered in the light, “Are you sure there are no complications?” “There is nothing wrong,” responded the archmage, watching the panting woman critically. “The baby is just uncommonly strong for a newborn and struggles to see the light of day. That is all Maldrith!” As if to prove him wrong, the human woman gave an ear piercing scream and a torrent of blood shot out from between her legs in a bright red stream. Loriass saw the heavy flow and cursed. He knew as well as losing his prime breeding father he was about to lose the mother and possibly the baby. He was not going to allow that to happen. Seizing the forces of creational magic from the river of power flowing through the palace of Talathandria, he quickly formed a stasis spell and hurled it at the convulsing female, making her completely immobile. The beautiful slave looked awkward in her frozen position with her head thrown backwards and her back arched almost as far as it could go without snapping. Her neck muscles looked like taut ropes stretched under a thin cloth. The only thing still moving was the bright red flow of blood. As fast as he had reacted, Maldrith acted even faster. Almost caught by his stasis spell, she forcefully slid her hands in between the dying female slave’s bloody thighs. Clutching tightly at the newborn baby’s head, she used her fingers to prevent it from being choked by the slave’s death throes. The human woman would die, but she was going to save this child. A lifetimes worth of her work was tied up here as well. Calling on her own magic, Maldrith cast a spell onto the newborn baby’s skin, making it as slippery as an oiled eel and pulled as gently as she could. Another burst of hemorrhaging blood shot out of the dead female scribe slave’s body. She carefully pulled the baby free, taking it out of the coffin that had served as its bed a moment before. Grabbing at the magical dagger hanging at her side, she quickly sliced away the connecting tether from the newborn to its dying mother. The Elvynn archmage checked to see whether it was still alive as the female slave shuddered in her death throes despite the stasis spell. A loud wailing filled the room as the struggling human baby fought against her tight grip. Icy cold swept through Maldrith as she held it in her hands. A thousand stinging needles of cold racked her, and it felt like she had been plunged into a freezing lake in the dead of winter. Staggering sideways like a drunk too long in her cups, she barely managed to hold onto the child as her innate powers of Prohecy flared to life. Barely, she managed to set the child down before she found herself overwhelmed. A blinding light split the inside of her minds eye. A vision of war spread out in front of her. Battle lines filled fields, thousands of dead, from all the races surrounded a tall man with long curly dark hair. Around his feet was a broken chain, each link the size of a man’s leg and each lay shattered, looking as if they had been crumbled by a giant hand. In the tall human's hand was a magical sword, a blade that glowed with silver light, a blade she recognized. The tall human turned away from the bodies littering the ground around his feet and she saw something that made her go colder than the needles prickling her skin. In his hands was a gigantic ball of crackling purefire. This amazed Maldrith, amazed and frightened her. None, but Elvynn, were allowed to learn creational magic, much less wield it. Yet in her vision was this ‘human’ working the most powerful aspect of it. More tall figures began stepping through the dead. They knelt and bowed their heads in deference. Maldrith knew without having to be told these were gods acknowledging a mere human’s presence. As fast as the vision came into her head, it faded, but its’ passing left her reeling. Its implications hitting her like body blows. Staggering, it took her a moment to recover but when she did she knew. Somehow, this human lying on the table would be the man in that vision. He would break that silver chain, he would bring those fields littered with bodies and destruction into the world. Eyes filling with dread, she rounded on Loriass. Fear filling voice she stuttered, “T…T.. This child should be put to death immediately Loriass! It cannot be allowed to live. It will be the death of us all. I have seen it and it shall be so.” Spinning back to the still wailing newborn she raised her glittering bloody knife. Loriass heard her damming words, saw her thin arms raise and knew that the results of his generations of human breeding was about to be destroyed. Screaming, he cried out, “Nooo!” Maldrith ignored him and the knife began descending. He saw she wasn’t going to stop, and the supreme Elvynn archmage did the only thing he could do. He seized the remaining energy around him and hurled a force bolt across the room at the other Tua-latin wizard. The creational magic shot across the short space and hammered into the female Elvynn’s body with the force of a battering ram, blowing her across the room. Caught unprotected and unprepared, Maldrith was thrown heavily into one of the walls with a sickening thud. Her body slid down it, collapsing onto the floor in a heap of black and silver. Loriass had seen the look in her pale silver eyes. He knew there was no way she would ever allow the infant lying on the table to survive longer than it would take for her to kill it. Quickly, before she recovered enough to gather her powers, the Highmage of the Tua-latin cast another stasis spell. This time he went slower and wrapped her body tightly from head to toe in coils of power. He tightened the force lines until they froze her crumpled form in place, so tight that he could see where the energy creased her robes. Knowing he didn’t have long before she would work her way out, he hurriedly stepped over to a rune-inscribed wall cabinet and waved his hand, saying the words needed to release the protective wards. Several white hot lights flared to life, brilliant flashes that would blind the unsuspecting even though they knew his passwords. Then they were gone. The magical cabinet that would have killed even him moments before was now safe to open. Loriass pulled on the large doors. Rows of magical items stored on shelves, hooks and cupboards lined both sides of the interior walls in levels higher than the archmage was tall. It was plain that the case was a lot larger on the inside than on the outside. A small walkway appeared between the rows and the High war wizard stepped onto it, only after it was fully formed. To have done otherwise would have caused the other defensive spells to react. He strode purposefully past all of it, paying no attention to any of the items, heading instead towards only one particular object. A large sheathed sword stood at the far end, propped almost carelessly against one wall as if it had just been thrown there, like a piece of trash. Snatching the sheathed blade Loriass quickly stepped back out of the cabinet. As his fingers closed around the ancient dragon bone hilt of the Talisman sword known as Spellbreaker, he immediately felt tingles of power. Without caring about the consequences, he drew out the long blade in a whistle of steel. Glittering silver runes carved into both sides flared to life in an eerie luminescent glow. This was the most powerful artifact of talisman magic ever created. Its hilt and guards were made out of the bones of a guardian dragon, mounted on a blade of pure mythryll that was dwelven forged and crafted on Garn’s own forge. Given power by the planet Tyrus itself, it had been cured in the dwelven blood of its forger, instead of water or wine. The endstone capping the hilt was a glittering gem of dragonseye, held in place by a magic-wrought filament that enhanced its abilities. The hilt was wrapped in the pebbly scales of the same dragon that had given up its bones. Spellbreaker was the only weapon that could create purefire, the purest form of creational magic. Purefire rendered all other aspects of magic vulnerable. The magical sword had been designed to both protect its user and shatter spells in order to kill war wizards. Its use was only allowed to one person. Only the Highmage of the Tua-latin was allowed to wield the powerful weapon of destruction. Casting the sheath aside, Loriass spun the perfectly balanced sword deftly in his hands end over end. Closing the cabinet behind him with his foot, he went and stood over the crumpled form of Maldrith. Despite the strength of his spell the powerful female war wizard was already starting to move. The Elvynn female had turned her head just enough to face him, had gotten her knees under her and had almost managed to move her hands up in front of her. Without a word, Loriass raised the glittering glowing blade high over his head just like she had done a few moments earlier with her dagger. Unlike hers, his fell. Arcing through the air, the blazing sword crackling with white hot purefire plunged down into the chest of the female war wizard. The blade pierced her defensive spells as easily as a hot knife cuts through warm butter and ran completely through her. For a moment there was nothing, then white hot fire erupted out from where the blade had entered. Fiery flames consumed her in an explosion of energy. The whole event lasted only a few moments and then it was over. Of Maldrith, nothing remained but smoldering black and silver robes. The powerful sword fell clattering out of Loriass’ quivering fingers. He wished with all of his heart that he hadn’t had to do what he had just done. But he had seen the look in her eyes and knew that there could have been no other way. It didn’t matter to him that he had killed her, but it did matter that she wouldn’t be around to work with him any longer. She had been the best assistant he had ever had and they had spent years working together and knew each others habits so well that at times you could hardly tell them apart. But there was no way that he could let her destroy the fruits of his labor, the human child lying on the table. Generations of human breeding and design had gone into this one being and he was not going to allow that to happen. Finally, regaining the strength that the sword that had drawn from him, he moved towards the crying baby lying on the birthing table. Staggering a little, he made his way towards it. As he approached he knew before his eyes even saw it that something was wrong. The newborn wasn’t moving correctly. His eyes fell on what lay there and they went wide, first with disgust then dropped towards the floor with anguish and despair. For all of his years of sacrifice, what lay on the table in front of him was beyond belief. What was even worse, was that both of the parent slaves were dead and there couldn’t be any more children to make up for this one. What was supposed to be the perfect human slave was nothing more than a worthless cripple with a twisted and pitifully deformed leg.