Zadori Chapter II
From Black Country Role Playing Society
“Zadori. Zadori. ZADORI!”
Zadori broke from the trance, a clay bottle of mead, rolled and smashed on the floor
“Zadori! You worthless sack of troll dung! You’ve been stealing the head master’s mead again!”
“Eh? No, I would never do that.”
“Don’t lie to me; you’re going to get expelled for this!”
“Please Bruno, don’t tell the head!” whined Zadori
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t”
“I’ll do all the cleaning in here for you”
“With magic?”
“Of course with magic…I’m not going to grub around…not that there is anything wrong with doing it that way, but its quicker and better with magic..” Zadori tailed off as Bruno’s brows furrowed
“I think we have a deal.”
Bruno lowered his considerable bulk into one of the soft chairs and put his feet up. Zadori casts a couple of spells and the room began to tidy itself.
Almost an hour went by and Bruno, stood, sighed appreciatively “Good job lad.”
“Oh headmaster!” He called out
“You treacherous bastard…” Zadori muttered as the wizened frame of Headmaster Istyar entered the common room
“Zadori Veran.” Said the headmaster in a cracked but stern voice “You are a gifted student, but I cannot tolerate these continual acts of petty theft, disobedience and bribery. You were warned that this was your last chance, I have no recourse left but to expel you from this school.”
Zadori fell to his kneel and clasped his hands together “Oh please god no…please, please, please, don’t throw me out...my father.”
“Your Father, I’m sure is well aware of the sort of person you are, Zadori. But my decision stands, I will not back down again. Bruno, take Zadori to his room, collect his things and then throw him out. Literally.”
“My pleasure boss.” Smiled Bruno evilly.
* * * * *
“Get out of my sight!” screamed Mîrdan Varan
“But father, where am I to go?” cried Zadori
“I…don’t…care! I never want to see you again.”
“But…but…but I’m your son!”
“You’re no son of mine!” Mîrdan said hotly “I should never have listened to your mother, I should have beat some discipline into you.”
Mîrdan picked up Zadori’s sack, grabbed Zadori by the scruff of the neck and propelled him bodily through the door.
Zadori rose from the ground ran back to the door, which his father had slammed shut, and began to beat pathetically up on it.
“Please let me back in…” Zadori whined, “It’s cold out here.”
After a minute, Mîrdan appeared at the balcony of an upper floor and tipped a bucket of freezing water onto his son.
“Get out of here, now, or the next time it will be the chamber pots!”
Zadori ran. He ran until his lungs ached, he ran until his legs felt like they were on fire, he ran until the burning pain in his side was so great he couldn’t continue, then he collapsed at the base of a tree and began to sob inconsolably.
* * * * *
“Excuse me.” Said a handsome elf dressed all in blue robes, with a silver quarter moon pendant at his throat.
Zadori looked up, eyes still red with tears.
“Do you happen to know the way to the temple of Corellon Larethian?”
“If you keep heading that way, you will come to the centre of town, its just there.”
“Many thanks.” He said and began to walk off
“I thought clerics were meant to help people in trouble.” Zadori asked quizzically
The elf turned around and walked back over to him
“Oh, err…I suppose so, are you in trouble?”
“Yes, I’ve been thrown out of the magic school and my father has disowned me.”
“Wow…you don’t do anything by halves do you? What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know!” Zadori said pitifully
“Oh dear.”
“Aren’t you going to suggest something?”
“Like what?” asked the cleric
“I dunno, join the church of Corellon Larethian?”
“Although I’ve only just met you, you don’t really seem like the faithful type.”
“I suppose your right…would the church take me in anyway?”
“No, I don’t think so, from what I’ve heard it’s quite small.”
“Yeah, true enough.”
“Perhaps you could leave the Elven lands.”
“And do what?” asked Zadori
“Travel the world, adventure, be all you can be.”
“Travel? I don’t have any food or a weapon, or any idea where I’m going.”
“Well, since the temple is only just that way, I won’t really be needing this.”
The cleric swung off his back pack and handed it to Zadori
“Not much in it I’m afraid, a water skin, a few days’ rations, a couple of blankets.”
Zadori looked at him in utter bemusement.
“Oh…and you can have this crossbow and case of bolts, I won’t be needing them either.”
The Cleric pulled Zadori to his feet and pushed the equipment into his arms, and then turned him to face the east.
“Head that way and in about half a day you will come to a road, either way leads to a settlement.” And with that the cleric gave Zadori a hard shove between the shoulder blades. Not quite knowing why, and with a puzzled look on his face Zadori trudged off to the east.
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