My Second Life Is A Heroic Power Fantasy 130 Eleanor Conspires

Marg'faz sighed and s.h.i.+fted in her seat.

"Rawgh'faz is powerful and cunning. He is also vain and endlessly wicked. I wasn't always held like this, but when I spoke out against his actions, he silenced me. And when I attempted to ama.s.s support to oppose him, he had me imprisoned here. Now I cannot access my Gifts, nor can I leave. If I set even a single hair past that threshold, I'm sure you can imagine what that sigil will do to me."

Eleanor looked at Marg'faz, surprised.

"You tried to overthrow your son?"

Marg'faz nodded, a look of grim amus.e.m.e.nt on her face.

"Once upon a time."

"But why?" Eleanor asked.

The gnoll woman s.h.i.+fted in her seat again, and picked up her cup of tea from a small table next to Eleanor's cot.

"Because I don't adhere to the notion that the different races are somehow inferior to our own. Or superior, for that matter." She said, taking a sip before continuing. "He, however, is firmly convinced that non-furkin exist for subjugation, and that only a world where furkin rule and enslave the others is a world worth having. Hence why you are here, having been taken and used for his whims, and the reason why wherever you come from was attacked."

"And why don't you feel that way?" Eleanor asked.

"Because I have eyes, and ears, and a mind that isn't tainted by fear and pride." Marg'faz replied. "Once, Rawgh'faz was the same as I. But that was before the greater darkness reached him. When the emmisaries came to our tribe from wherever they came from, they offered power in exchange for subservience. The previous chieftain, being of mind like mine, refused their demands. He was shredded into oblivion in front of us. Our tribe requires that at the death of our leader, the strongest of us rise to take their place. My son stepped forward to accept. Many other strong furkin opposed him. They were defeated. I had hoped that, knowing my son as he used to be, that he would uphold greater values and oppose them. But I was wrong. Something changed in him when he accepted their terms, and he has fallen further and further into madness. Now, there is nothing I can do but watch as he turns our once largely peaceful people into a tribe of war."

"So what do you want from me? Do you want me to try and break those sigils on your mantle?" Eleanor asked.

Marg'faz nodded. "Among other things. Once I am freed, I intend to make a move on the throne. I have enough support amongst the fighters of our clan to have a chance. And my son learned everything he knows about communing with the spirits that he knows from me. I don't know if I can stop him. But at this point, I cannot tolerate living any longer if I don't try. If I fail and lose my life, I will have at least done the right thing."

"And you want me to help you take him down." Eleanor said simply.

"I expect nothing from you, child. But I can imagine you would like the opportunity to redeem your honor against him." Marg'faz said.

Eleanor's eyes flared. "You're f.u.c.king right I do."

The gnoll woman smiled. "Well, then joining me in this little plot is your best chance. Are you interested?"

Eleanor looked at her. "I will help you on one condition- He's mine to kill."

"Done." Marg'faz said, finis.h.i.+ng her tea. "Drink your medicine. I will call the guards. And between now and when they arrive, you will tell me what components you would like me to smuggle you."