Alorek’s Final Breath

Zethis of the Raging sands stormed through the halls of his sandstone keep. Riots broke out at the mines managed by Haedda, resulting in the loss of an unfathomable amount of the strange, green metal they desired from Alorek's lands. Not only that, but in her panic, his 'wife's' hold on him vanished. The Marked bitch had taken his mind from him.

Zethis's claws grew in length. His muscles rippled and his joints cracked in preparation for what was to come. "Enaeria!" He roared through the halls. The elven woman dashed from their living quarters the moment she felt her control weaken. "Come out now. Your death will be quick."

Silence met his declaration, though he smelled her fear. She was close. "Enaeria. You took my mind from me. Enchanted me. Stole resources from my land, yet when chaos descends upon my kingdom, you cower and run. Stand and face the future you built, witch!"