Derrik Darglore
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(OOC Note: This thread is the first of maybe 2-4 that take place in the past, basically to catch you guys up on some things, and lay a foundation for some others.)
“It is time sister. Have your minions seize him and deliver him to my palace.†A voice spoke calmly from the other side of a great opaline throne set amidst a great audience hall constructed of black marble and polished obsidian. In front of the throne, a lie a great mirror made of polished hematite, flanked by great porthios bedecked in gold. The image of a female Abat-Dolor shimmers in the mirror. “Our agreement will then be fulfilled.†The words slipped between a pair of yellow fangs.
“So soon, brother? I hadn’t expected you to call for him yet. Do you really think that wise? Certainly you know…†the image in the mirror was cut off.
“DO NOT QUESTION ME HAG! You have been paid in advance; when next he enters the shadows, seize him and deliver him to me! You better than any know what has begun. The legions of Baator once again stir. Soon dormant powers on both sides prepare to meet on a new battlefield, and I will NOT be absent THIS time!†spat the male Abat-Dolor sitting in the throne.
“Thanks to your incompetence, I have already learned of all this FAR later than I should have. I planned on having a great deal more preparation time, and may already arrive to this conflict too late to implement my full scheme. He still knows nothing of his true lineage, nor his power, and he is a KEY element to my plans.†The green glow of his eyes shown in contrast to jet black skin.
“Now question me no longer and do as I command, lest you default on our contract.†A six fingered hand rose, making a sweeping motion towards the mirror, and the image of the Abat-Dolor female vanished.
“Unhath!†The male voice now boomed. “Reluhantis!â€
A pair of mariliths emerged from behind two of the porthios nearby.
“Yessssssss, my prince.†The demons spoke in unison.
“Go to Rhyxali’s court. See to it that my dear sister makes haste in finding him. And, since you will be there, pay visit to her menial, Viractuth, in the great library, and discern the last known location of ‘The Initiator’.†The Dark Prince commanded his servants who bowed and slithered away, leaving him alone on his throne pondering this irritating tardiness of information.
“It is time sister. Have your minions seize him and deliver him to my palace.†A voice spoke calmly from the other side of a great opaline throne set amidst a great audience hall constructed of black marble and polished obsidian. In front of the throne, a lie a great mirror made of polished hematite, flanked by great porthios bedecked in gold. The image of a female Abat-Dolor shimmers in the mirror. “Our agreement will then be fulfilled.†The words slipped between a pair of yellow fangs.
“So soon, brother? I hadn’t expected you to call for him yet. Do you really think that wise? Certainly you know…†the image in the mirror was cut off.
“DO NOT QUESTION ME HAG! You have been paid in advance; when next he enters the shadows, seize him and deliver him to me! You better than any know what has begun. The legions of Baator once again stir. Soon dormant powers on both sides prepare to meet on a new battlefield, and I will NOT be absent THIS time!†spat the male Abat-Dolor sitting in the throne.
“Thanks to your incompetence, I have already learned of all this FAR later than I should have. I planned on having a great deal more preparation time, and may already arrive to this conflict too late to implement my full scheme. He still knows nothing of his true lineage, nor his power, and he is a KEY element to my plans.†The green glow of his eyes shown in contrast to jet black skin.
“Now question me no longer and do as I command, lest you default on our contract.†A six fingered hand rose, making a sweeping motion towards the mirror, and the image of the Abat-Dolor female vanished.
“Unhath!†The male voice now boomed. “Reluhantis!â€
A pair of mariliths emerged from behind two of the porthios nearby.
“Yessssssss, my prince.†The demons spoke in unison.
“Go to Rhyxali’s court. See to it that my dear sister makes haste in finding him. And, since you will be there, pay visit to her menial, Viractuth, in the great library, and discern the last known location of ‘The Initiator’.†The Dark Prince commanded his servants who bowed and slithered away, leaving him alone on his throne pondering this irritating tardiness of information.