Post by Rhyldrin Ken'rae on Aug 23, 2013 9:26:13 GMT -5
In retrospect the drow should have expected it. To assume he was beyond the realm of Necrosis’ nefarious dealings had been Rhyldrin’s greatest failure. In fact it was that failure, his complacency to the truth that angered him the most. Certainly he didn’t relish, let alone enjoy, the mental rape that T’risk had subjected him to, along with Scarletta. But the attack and branding as it were could be rationalized, it could be accepted as beyond his control. The Infernals, at least the upper echelons of their hierarchy, had powers yet untried though countless had attempted to find their limits. What couldn’t be rationalized, at least not to a favorable result, was his carelessness in his dealings with the wretched family. Long ago it had been a hard pill for him to swallow, accepting the knowledge that they were beyond his powers and strength. Yes, he did hold a couple of advantages that allowed him to at least give them the slightest of hesitations but in the grand scheme of things those advantages weren’t anything more than uncertainties to the Infernals. Where he had been careless they grew even more obsessed and as one of many reasons they still flourished what an Infernal didn’t know was partially respected until they did.
Rhyldrin had been sitting at the low table near the window of his room lost in thought for almost a half hour. It had been so long in fact that it wasn’t until he lifted his gaze to look out the window did he realize his mistake. His space above the main room of the Obsidian Heart was half filled with a reddish smoke, the results of a failed poison that had been burnt off into nothing more than a worthless haze. Snarling at his absent mindedness the drow throw his arm across the table in a sideways sweep to knock away the empty vials that were supposed to the the vessels for the potion’s end result. As the vials shattered into tears of glass upon the floor, flaring outwards to spread the aftermath, the drow leaned forward and through open the window in front of the table. Thankfully the sun had set several hours earlier so the red spoke shouldn’t draw too many eyes, if any at all.
Leaning back in his chair with a disgusted sigh the drow stared up at the ceiling, slightly bewildered by the cloudlike surface that now moved toward the open window and out into the ironically cloudless night. He thoughts went back to the Infernals before slowly shifting to BFV new chapter office. The more he thought about the situation the more he grew curious as to see how far they had come and what they were up to. While not afraid of dying the drow wasn’t ready to die. Too much was left for him to experience, too many females laid empty of his blessing and too many enemies still molested the air with their breathing for him to simply go off and die. For those reasons alone Rhyldrin wouldn’t cross the Infernals or BFV as he had no question in his mind that they would make good on their promise, or worse, if he did so. The more he thought on the subject though the more he came to realize that going to check things out wasn’t against the proclaimed rules and wouldn’t hurt anything. The possibility that his thoughts and emotions were even slightly being controlled by the parasitic Incenglorium attached to his brain stem hadn’t and wouldn’t even cross his mind.
Standing he moved over to the single dresser in the room and while the red hued smoke continued to thin due to its trip out the open window began to collect and buckle on his various weapons and armor pieces. A few of his poisons and potions were also taken as a precaution, as were his finest gear. He would never be so careless again and even though he was visiting an established and civilized city, at least according to the public records available to him, one could never be too careful it seemed. Though curious the drow wasn’t in any particular rush so after an hour of getting ready he moved over to close the window and latch it. Grabbing a towel from the table he tossed it over the broken glass to be cleaned up when he returned. He didn’t want anyone to think he had been attacked so that a search party would be sent. What he did do was tear a piece of parchment from notebook and write three letters which had learned was a specific acronym, or shorthand as he heard it called, BBS was scrolled in spiderish letters before being affixed to the edge of the door as he closed it behind him. BBS or Be Back Soon seemed clear and yet vague enough to avoid any confusion.
Moving silently down the stairs and across the main hall no eye contact was made, nor was any notice given to anyone present. Through the front door, after opening and closing it behind him of course, the drow went before making his way toward the city’s port authority office. Only a few moments were spent haggling for the price as the drow couldn’t give two shits about how much it cost. So long as it wasn’t more than a fifth of his fortune it didn’t really matter. Obsidian Heart was dropped during the conversation to at least provide some level of officialness. After the trip was paid the drow moved over to the portal and then stepped through it, coming out near the port authority office in Avilonia, the capital of the Avilon islands. Looking around him the drow immediately pulled his cloak tightly about his body and moved into the shadows to observe and study.
(I will be away until August 29th so this is my LoA post to explain why he wouldn’t be showing up for the adventures that take place during those times. As noted in my email please subtract 750 gp for the failed high grade poison per the story and then whatever total would be charged for using the port authority if any.)
Rhyldrin had been sitting at the low table near the window of his room lost in thought for almost a half hour. It had been so long in fact that it wasn’t until he lifted his gaze to look out the window did he realize his mistake. His space above the main room of the Obsidian Heart was half filled with a reddish smoke, the results of a failed poison that had been burnt off into nothing more than a worthless haze. Snarling at his absent mindedness the drow throw his arm across the table in a sideways sweep to knock away the empty vials that were supposed to the the vessels for the potion’s end result. As the vials shattered into tears of glass upon the floor, flaring outwards to spread the aftermath, the drow leaned forward and through open the window in front of the table. Thankfully the sun had set several hours earlier so the red spoke shouldn’t draw too many eyes, if any at all.
Leaning back in his chair with a disgusted sigh the drow stared up at the ceiling, slightly bewildered by the cloudlike surface that now moved toward the open window and out into the ironically cloudless night. He thoughts went back to the Infernals before slowly shifting to BFV new chapter office. The more he thought about the situation the more he grew curious as to see how far they had come and what they were up to. While not afraid of dying the drow wasn’t ready to die. Too much was left for him to experience, too many females laid empty of his blessing and too many enemies still molested the air with their breathing for him to simply go off and die. For those reasons alone Rhyldrin wouldn’t cross the Infernals or BFV as he had no question in his mind that they would make good on their promise, or worse, if he did so. The more he thought on the subject though the more he came to realize that going to check things out wasn’t against the proclaimed rules and wouldn’t hurt anything. The possibility that his thoughts and emotions were even slightly being controlled by the parasitic Incenglorium attached to his brain stem hadn’t and wouldn’t even cross his mind.
Standing he moved over to the single dresser in the room and while the red hued smoke continued to thin due to its trip out the open window began to collect and buckle on his various weapons and armor pieces. A few of his poisons and potions were also taken as a precaution, as were his finest gear. He would never be so careless again and even though he was visiting an established and civilized city, at least according to the public records available to him, one could never be too careful it seemed. Though curious the drow wasn’t in any particular rush so after an hour of getting ready he moved over to close the window and latch it. Grabbing a towel from the table he tossed it over the broken glass to be cleaned up when he returned. He didn’t want anyone to think he had been attacked so that a search party would be sent. What he did do was tear a piece of parchment from notebook and write three letters which had learned was a specific acronym, or shorthand as he heard it called, BBS was scrolled in spiderish letters before being affixed to the edge of the door as he closed it behind him. BBS or Be Back Soon seemed clear and yet vague enough to avoid any confusion.
Moving silently down the stairs and across the main hall no eye contact was made, nor was any notice given to anyone present. Through the front door, after opening and closing it behind him of course, the drow went before making his way toward the city’s port authority office. Only a few moments were spent haggling for the price as the drow couldn’t give two shits about how much it cost. So long as it wasn’t more than a fifth of his fortune it didn’t really matter. Obsidian Heart was dropped during the conversation to at least provide some level of officialness. After the trip was paid the drow moved over to the portal and then stepped through it, coming out near the port authority office in Avilonia, the capital of the Avilon islands. Looking around him the drow immediately pulled his cloak tightly about his body and moved into the shadows to observe and study.
(I will be away until August 29th so this is my LoA post to explain why he wouldn’t be showing up for the adventures that take place during those times. As noted in my email please subtract 750 gp for the failed high grade poison per the story and then whatever total would be charged for using the port authority if any.)
