The Overthrow of Busistocaria

"My milk!" Blake cryed. He only just realised Ming was there as Rey pulled him towards her

 

Blake stands there uncontious from shock with a mellow look on his face

 

Vallyn walked farther into the city, his cloak dancing about his body as the shadow tendrils covered him like snakes. "Where, oh where did brother go? Where, oh where can he be?" He sang sadistically, his voice still calm and his tone still cold.

 

Blake closed his mouth and turned away not looking at Ming

 

Blakes face in the ground still paralysed as Rey dragged him

 

Blake jumps up "hey i'm not fat you can see that....and GIVE ME BACK MY MILK"

 

Blake walks behind Rey slumpt over, "...Milk..."

 

"..." Blake throws himself up, "So whats your plan now?" he asked annoyingly

 

"sure", he said bursting into false evil laughter, "A-HA soon all the Milk in the world will be mine", he joked standing on Rey's shoulders

 

Blake lay twitching on the floor for a moment before jumping up laughing, "sorry hehehe"

 

The drow came upon Shayo, Rey, and Blake, his arms crossed. Shadow tendrils danced about the area, around the feet of Rey, Blake, and Shayo. The drow-shade continued to walk towards them.

 

"What the!" Blake held his spear infront of him then realised the tendrils moving.

 

The drow stopped, his tendrils still dancing about harmlessly around their feet like serpents. He did not pull back his cowl. "Have you seen him?" He asked.

 

"seen who?" asked Blake, "...The milk man?" he joked

 

Vallyn ignored the jest. "Quarrak. Have you seen him?" He asked once more, his cold, melodic voice making the air grow chill. The dark tendrils danced about more rapidly.

 

"I don't know who your talking about" Blake said seeming to get weaker as the cold chill in the air caught him

 

"Quarrak Desp'Ana. Where is he?" He pressed on, not satisfied with the answer. He drew out a rapier, Mournagh, whose shadows weaved about the blade. He held the blade up, pointing its tip at Blake's throat.

 

"No, never heard of him" Blake said staring at the tip of the sword

 

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" He asked, a racial maliciousness creeping into his voice. A smile found its way across his face. Malice filled the air.

 

"How do I prove it?", Blake said as a smile similar to Vallyn's grown and his eyes showed the fire in his soul