Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

Jarikk welcomed the healing potion, and was even shocked to find out it cured all of his injuries nigh immediately. He was very grateful to Ryltar, and felt his heart beat a little faster. His face blushed a deep purple as his red blood mixed with the lavender skin tone that was bred into him. He was glad Ryltar was looking elsewhere, so he was not easily seen fawning over his young master. When they went back Jarikk was once again quiet. He did take out a rather unlucky dire bat with a well placed bolt to the neck when it got too close, but everything else was uneventful. He slunk about with his master inside the house and skittered about behind him, dragging the corpse of the monster that he had killed behind him as he stayed invisible. When he saw the sister of his master he gave her the most wicked, hateful glare he had because he knew she could not see him. He stayed perfectly silent as they argued and his sweet, supple prince of a master escaped the wrath of the soggy cunt laden creature before him. He hated Ryltar's sisters, hated them more than anything he could ever have imagined. Their mother had at least given him Ryltar. Those wastes of spider sucking scum guzzling gutter skanks had done nothing but be a burden and drain on this family. At least the other women of other houses at least plotted against their Matrons instead of vapidly sucking on her tits for favors and status. As she left he went about the room, placing the creature up and shedding the spell. He gave Garthig a rather unamued glance and sighed. She had never been the brightest goblin in the pack, and he had been amazed she had survived at all. It was most likely her ability to make the drow ladies sound so grandiose and regal that saved her skin. She may be useless at most things, but she could flatter Tiamat herself into acquiescence. With his jobs given to him, Jarikk bowed to Ryltar, Of course, Sir Vorn. I will gladly do as you wish. He scampered off, removing his ruined leathers and tossing them to be mended by himself when he had the time. He gave himself the luxury of a cold bath as he knew Ryltar would be a bit busy, his skin being removed of the dried blood and miscellaneous bone pieces that had remained on his body when he had been assaulted. It took a little time, but he came back and bowed low before Ryltar, admiring his exposed package and yet avoiding looking directly at if after one swift glance to sate his loving lust for the man. He stared Ryltar directly in the eyes and gave him the story, verbatim as it was before, going over every part as many times as it took for Ryltar to write it down. He even added his own knowledge of the places described in it to aid Ryltar in his information gathering. The goblin had to steady his trembling, as he felt very nervous in the presence of a naked Ryltar. It was also necessary to use all the bodily control he had learned to not get an erection. It was rather hard, as the room smelled of naked and sweaty drow, the thick musk of the spider borne man cloying the air. There was a stronger, more potent scent from the groin of his master, one which Jarikk rarely got the chance to smell, one that he associated with arousal in the drow. He dared not look down to see if Ryltar was indeed erect or if the thoughts of destroying his house was just filling him with the sadistic lust that made Jarikk so proud of his young ward. With his eyes closed and his face pointed to the floor, Jarikk bent down low, I am here for whatever other wishes you have of me, Sir Vorn. Please, inform me how I may be of service to you. He expected that, for now, he may be asked to leave. Or procure more food. Perhaps to go and take some time to himself or grab something. He was used to being a busy manservant and eagerly awaited such orders. His heart fluttered lightly as he imagined being told he was to give Ryltar a pedicure and manicure, which meant he would be in the presence of Ryltar with no other expectations for hours. Much more, in skin contact with him. The chance to do it for the second time in a day was not lost on the goblin, yet he knew this was probably not going to be asked of him.