Eseer leaned back in his chair laughing, his hands clapping in a mock gesture of admiration. His chair came forward putting him back on the table. Eseer's eyes were bottomless black lakes of turning chaotic thoughts and plans. He slammed his hands onto the table and kicked back his chair and leaned over the table.
"Loyalty?! HA! How loyal have your followers been to you over the years? I see, but one other I know that has been linked to you here, but again I think that more coincidence than planned. "
Eseer moved away from the table and turned his back to Varsinax. He picked began to work his fingers in the same manner as before when he summoned his blade. He crossed his middle and index fingers, halting whatever he was planning. In the old days he would have had high-ranking officials slain, those closest to Varsinax killed and changelings put in their place loyal to him. He would have worked out plans for months, sometimes years simply to get what he wanted without the knowledge of those holding it. Sometimes trickery would not be all, he could raise the dead and pry secrets, blackmail. There was a reason people in power hated necromancy. Today what he wanted seemed suddenly like a bauble won at a county fair.
The mere thought of being king of Ayenee, being a title no one respected, no one honored. A lawless land, he had wanted such, but with pogroms in the streets, assassinations, fevered zealots shouting in the streets as plague rotted the city's strength away. He came to the realization, Ayenee the idea may live, but the body had long since decayed. He doubted any amount of necromancy could bring back that.
"No....this will not do....this city must burn, its people must cry for mercy, beg for salvation...." that salvation will be me, he thought.
"Loyalty...true loyalty must be earned, it can never be bought and it must always be appreciated, for it can just as easy turn to betrayal, like a flower caught in the hands of winter. Tell me are you still the fear mongering, tyrant of old? Or have you become soft in the years?" The answer shall decide everything, thought Eseer, let us see why I have been summoned to this age.