Forged of Flesh

Two more warriors followed the first and then it was Jarret's turn to stand before the Dark Lord. Jarret stood just as he had seen the others, letting Dorn wave his hands about him and speak his incantations. However when the time came for him to draw his sword and cut his wrist Jarret did not do so. Rather once he pulled that blade free Jarret lunged forward to stab at the sorcerer's chest. Jarret's sword never reached its target, the instant he started forward Jarret suddenly found he could not move. Like a statue Jarret was frozen in place, unable to moving even a finger.

"Fool, did you think I would not know you were not one of mine?" Dorn said in a rich voice as the chanting of the others dropped away at this interruption in the ceremony. "Were you foolish enough to think you could come before me and I not know you?" Dorn went on, smiling cruelly. "I wonder how you came so deep into my domain, how you were able to enter my temple? It does not matter. Victory will be mine and afterwards I can learn how you came here. For now your blood will serve me as well as these others." Saying that Dorn made a slight gesture and Jarret's left arm rose of it's own. At a twitch of Dorn's finger Jarret's sword was at his wrist. "Know this, your death shall help usher in a new age. An age were I shall...."

Whatever else Dorn was to said never passed his lips, instead the dark lord cried out in pain. Kyra, who had stood watching Dorn had removed a dagger from beneath the bodice of her gown. Stepping forward she drove it's sharp point into Dorn's back. However, she did not have the chance to strike a second time. For as he turned to face this new attack, Dorn sent the blade flying with a hard blow.

"You!" Dorn snarled, his face becoming a mask of rage.

"Treacherous bitch! after all I the power I have given you. This act of betrayal is how you would repay me?" Reaching out Dorn took her by the throat. "Now you shall die, by my own hands shall you pay for your treachery!" Dorn said in a furious voice.

As she struggled against his murderous grip Kyra's sister and brothers stood unmoving. When the casting had been interrupted by Jarret's attack Dorn had given them no instructions. Without knowing what he wanted the four could only stand-by in confusion. Jarret was not under the same constraints, once Dorn's attention turned on Kyra the spell holding him fell away. Jarret was quick to move, pulling the sword from his wrist and in almost the same move sent it's razor's edge out towards the dark lord. In testament to Jarret's skill with that weapon, the sword's edge slashed through Dorn's neck in a smooth arc. So clean was the cut that the blade slipped neatly between one vertebrate and the next, all but severing Dorn's head completely from his body. Spurting blood the body of the sorcerer fell to the floor.