Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

Ryltar found the trip to be amusing. He had passed by these series of caves several times thinking they were unimportant, but seeing as they were a set of tunnels leading to the surface, he gained a new respect for those who explored and mapped these complicated places. However, this trip went much faster than he anticipated. The drow took notice of the odd gnome. While she did have a knack for traps, she also had a knack for pissing Ryltar off. It seemed that every few feet there some something new and novel to stare at. Some of these stops were genuine, most of them were wastes of time. By the drow's estimates, they could have easily cut an hour out of their traveling time. The fight with the spiders was enjoyable with Ryltar finally able to mash up some of his siblings' most sacred beast. He relished in their twitching corpses, taking various parts of chitin and flesh as reagents. However, Ryltar refused to fight the drider. He pittied the male who'd come to be deformed into the shape he now had. Letting the others subdue the man, he waited in a quiet fit of anger towards the bitches he had left back home. As they made there way through a few more bending curves, the cave began to lighten in a way that Ryltar was never exposed to. Each bend allowed the light to pour in and the more the drow began to squint. It finally reached a point of being painful to keep his eyes open. Putting his hands up to shield his eyes, Ryltar began to take some of the detail in. All these... things... they were waving about! And this noise... what was it?! It sounded like sheets of paper constantly rubbing against itself over and over again. And these... other things... they made strange calls. Short and high picthed whistles... but not whistles. What a strange place! The drow was curious, but through the difficulty of just seeing in the bright light, it made him wince. It was then that he felt a tugging at his cloak to see Jarikk offering up a pair of similarly designed glasses that the orc was wearing. That was a wise idea of your's, Jarikk. You'll be properly rewarded for your insight. he said nodding and donning the glasses. It was then he could take in the detail. These tall things with roundish wavey things dangling from their arms and this pointy shards of plant material sticking up from the ground. Ryltar really wanted to beging poking about and taking samples of everything, but common sense told him to control his curiousity and wait for the more experienced to declare it safe. As the kobold departed, he took note of her wings and how regal they sat on her frame. Though, he still pondered what a kobold rife with dragon blood would taste like. Maybe one day he could convince some of the slave breeders to work up something special for him. It was then the gnome ceased her annoying laughter and address Kurig. When the rock exploded, Ryltar lept back, falling to his posterior in shock. There was mutiny afoot! The drow tugged at a wand in his belt, freeing it, but waited before just blasting the pair from the cave's mouth. As Miriam spoke, it came apparent that the cheeky little gnome had fished out an imposter! The ogre's shape started to morph into a more familiar shape of that of a doppleganger's. Before Ryltar could regaind his thoughts, the gnome quickly ended the shapeshifter's life, leaving it to spasm on the ground as it bled out. With his eyes wide behind the tinted glasses, Ryltar couldn't believe any of what had transpired. He sat there looking blank for some time. Swallowing rather hard, he put himself back to his feet to find a groveling goblin before him. It was then, the drow realized that his had been an error on Jarikk's behalf. An urge to throttle the pittiful creature before him welled up inside of him. His eyes narrowed in thought. The outward displeasure of the orc as he shifted his weight let Ryltar all he needed to know for the moment. We shall sort things out later to avoid another failing. For your life's sake, it won't happen again. he said coldly. For the first time, Jarikk had caused some problem with him. He really had a hard time figuring out what he was suposed to do about it. His family teachings demanded severe physical punishment, but a mistake had been made that seemed out of the goblin's control. Ryltar would have to dwell on this for some time. Enacting anything infront of Jarikk's companions would be a terrible detriment to their resourcefulness. The drow was glad when the kobold returned. It allowed him to ponder many of the things roaming about in his brain. Ryltar realized his inexperience with the surface world might cause some grief with the tone Ur spoke in. The drow wasn't a stranger to sarcasm or ill treatment, but this was irritating. For hired lackeys, they sure had pretty big mouths. Ryltar decided he would research umber hulks when they were back in his comfort zone. Yes, leave the beasts with me. They'll be well attended to. he said dripping with poison. Curling his lip and turning away from the bright light from the surface world, he sat down pulling his spell book out of it's hip halter. Flipping to the back, he revisited some of the notes he had taken, preparing for some of the plans he wished to enact. Jarikk, what terrifying beasts roam up here? I wish to bring a few gifts back to the Matron, but I want to know what is available to me. Something they wouldn suspect. What might be something I can use? he saked Jarikk. Looking at the small furry creature eating a red skinned thing. Studying it, he quickly sized it up as a small beast of utter chaos. The way it ate it's catch and how it seemed so alert was interesting. And seeing how that infernal gnome had found it friendly, that might be a sign of it's willingness towards such a cosmic notion. What is that thing? It seems devious with it's markings and manners. he said pointing to Feraloth, the Soul Eater. He had hoped it would introduce itself, but ti seemed more intent on hnawing at the prize it held.