A Mage?

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Orskaf: Putting the troubling events behind him, Darien mounted his Griffien, but his shirt collar was suddenly grabbed and he was hauled off by a armored hand. The figure spun him around, grabbing him by his shoulders roughly. Darien found himself starring into the dead eyes of Orskaf’s helmet. "What's this?" he man's voice said. "A mage?" Behind the strange figure the young man could see a dragon drawn carriage.
Darien: Darien gasped, leaning back and grabbing the figure’s hands instinctively. I swear if one more figure jumps out at me and stops me from getting back… “Who are you?” he growled. 
Orskaf: Orskaf studied him up and down, although the action was not visible. “A Judge…Judge Donz,” he said. “You are from Central…aren’t you?”
Darien: "What does that have to do with anything?" he spat, still trying to remove himself.
Orskaf: Orskaf’s head snapped out like a striking snake. Slapping Darien across the cheek with his armored glove. “Don’t you dare take that kind of tone with me boy!” he snarled. “My orders come from Odin himself so when I ask you a question you answer it!” 
Darien: Cheek stinging, Darien jerked his head away, tasting blood at the corner of his lip. He glared up at the man. “Odin himself…what nonsense is this?” But he toned down the hostility. He was not in a position to be insolent.
Orskaf: Orskaf turned away from him. “Ragnorok is upon us boy.” he said. “My job is to recruit those that have not yet seen Valhalla, and have them enlist in Odin’s army.” he took off his helmet, inhaling the cold air. “Central…now that’s a place of fine warriors. And they don’t tolerate filthy half breeds,” he faced Darien. “Take me there.” 
Darien: He pulled backwards out of abrupt surprise. “Wh…what are you going to do there?” he said warily. “Valhalla…recruit…you’re not going to kill everyone, are you?”
Orskaf: Orskaf turned on him, his eyes wide. “Are you daft!? I just told you what I was going to do!” he yelled, he paced in a circle, rubbing his head. “Stupid youngins…my job is to recruit people for Odin’s army, I have a contract for Central to read over. And then they can decide whether or not they want to sign it.” he heaved a sigh, working his loose jaw and muttering. “Honestly are you going to make me say everything twice boy?” 
Darien: Darien set his jaw. He never liked clashing with those in power, his behavior in the Council spelled that out for everyone well enough. “What happens if we choose not to sign this contract?”
Orskaf: “That isn’t going to happen,” Orskaf said. “Now lead the way, or I’m biting off one of your fingers.”
Darien: Darien’s eyes widened and he involuntarily clenched his fists, tucking his fingers firmly where they could not be bitten off, mind creating the unpleasant sensation in a flash. The broken-winged owl on his shoulder churred and puffed himself up menacingly despite his injury. “I…all right, then.” The man’s mind did not feel insane, from what he garnered of his quick prod. He’d have to see what the man demanded of the Council. “I was…we’ll return on griffonback, I suppose.”
He eyed the man. “One more question…you say you act on Odin’s behalf. Does that…does this mean you’re…” He gestured vaguely. “Dead?” he finally got out.
Orskaf: Orskaf walked over to him, bending down and looking him in the eyes. “Do my eyes look dead to you?” he asked. 
Upon looking Darien saw that they looked far from dead. They were bright, watery, and intense. 
Orskaf straightened. “We were resurrected.” he told him. “The humans come back from the afterlife to take part in glorious battle. The gods themselves will join the fight.” he gripped his long wispy mustache slightly, letting his hand run down it. “Go on and fly with your griffion, we’ll follow you from the ground…meet me at the main gates of your Central.”
Darien: Swallowing, Darien nodded once, feeling unnerved for the first time. “Very well.” It still sounded like the ramblings of a madman to him, but he would remain patient and nonpartial. “I hope what little trust I put in you is not wrongly placed.”
Category:Season 3
Category:Darien Whiteland
Category:Orskaf Donz
Category:Arceyx