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Re: Fire and Potions - 64/?

[(Anonymous)]

The entire room gasped and Balgruuf motioned for Farengar.
Jarl Kraldar paled until his complexion matched his hair.
"You keep that on you, everywhere you go?"
Therion chuckled maliciously.
"I've been anticipating a reunion with the Head Justicar for some time now," he explained, giving the prisoner a dark smile.
Ondolemar snorted.
"An amateur tactic. It's fake," he said, wrinkling his nose. "Sugar water with moonberry juice, to give it glow."
Therion popped the cork.
"It's called nisaad viidost, actually," Therion said. Farengar poorly stifled a snort at Therion's use of the dovazul, clearly used for his benefit. "A poison left over from the Dragon War. In truth, I don't know what it will do. I've only read of the effects. As an alchemist, I look forward to seeing them first hand."
"Your petty tricks do not scare me," Ondolemar said, daring him.
Therion approached, but Jarl Merilis intervened.
"Dragonborn," she cautioned in disapproval.
"Bring your so-called poison," Ondolemar sneered.
"The Head Justicar has made his choice," Therion said with a helpless shrug as he handed over the vial.
The moment Ondolemar consumed the drink, he gasped and clenched his teeth.
Therion stood cooly above him, arms folded.
"Where are the remaining Thalmor hiding?" he asked, his voice cold, watching as Ondolemar began to writhe.
Through clenched teeth, the words tumbled from Ondolemar's lips. The assembly joined in, asking many questions of Thalmor plots and locations. All the while Ondolemar struggled fitfully, his agony growing more pronounced. Finally, he began to scream in pain and the guards dropped him, each taking a step back. Therion continued to stand over him, like a menacing shadow. A final agonizing scream tore from Ondolemar's throat, deep and powerful. At the end of it, he lay still.
Jarl Blackbriar motioned one of her guards over who placed a hand to his neck.
"He's dead."
An awkward silence fell in the hall. Therion could feel the weight of a stare and turned, meeting the eyes of the High King.
Sybille's newly appointed Altmer Court Wizard looked pityingly at Ondolemar.
"I'll make arrangements to return the body to Alinor," he said quietly.
"Clear the room," Balgruuf said, catching Therion off-guard as he spoke for the first time, dismissing the assembly. His tone was authoritative, betraying nothing of his inner thoughts. The High King stood and the jarls respectfully followed, along with the rest of the gathering. "I would have a word with the Dragonborn and my court in private."
Therion remained behind, watching the jarls and their courts depart, until only himself, Irileth, Farengar, and Balgruuf remained.
The High King gave him an unreadable look, as he took his seat and rested his chin on his fist. Balgruuf looked from Ondolemar to Therion.
“That was terrible,” Balgruuf said, thoughtfully tapping his cheek with an index finger.
Therion bowed.
“I apologize, my king.”
Balgruuf shook his head.
“I can not accept your apology. Not for acting as poorly as that. You there. You can stop laying about on the floor,” the High King said.
Therion stared at Balgruuf with a solemn expression that slowly fell apart into a pleased grin, as he gave the Nord a look of respect.
In a flash Therion dove on Ondolemar and rolled him onto his back before tackling him in a tight hug. Ondolemar remained motionless until Therion squeezed him so tightly, he was forced to let out a gurgle and cry out indignantly for him to let go so he could breath.
“If you don’t let go of me, you may actually kill me Therion,” Ondolemar griped, trying to escape his embrace.
“An acquaintance of yours, I assume?” Irileth asked from beside Balgruuf.
“My cousin!” Therion exclaimed gleefully, pulling Ondolemar to his feet and dutifully retrieving a lock pick from the cuff of his sleeve.
“Pleased to make your acquaintances,” Ondolemar said, politely addressing the room in his usual eloquent tone of voice, as Therion picked the lock to his shackles.
“You put on quite a show,” Irileth said, looking doubtfully at Ondolemar. “What was actually in that vial?”
“Sugar water and moonberry juice for glow, just as I said,” Ondolemar replied, Therion confirming his words with a nod.
Irileth snorted.