Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

When Jarikk returned from his bath, he was glad the smell of that creature's blood had disappeared with the various gore bits that had lingered in his hair. The goblin was much more presentable, that is, for a goblin. Looking over his podeum, Ryltar pondered what ink to use. Idly, the wizard flopped his cut length of cock about as if one would drum fingers across a table in boredom. Finally selecting a deep red ink, Ryltar looked at Jarikk and waited for the tale. As the goblin spoke in his shade of Elven, he dipped his entirely too expensive feather quill and began to take notes. The various details that seemed most important were written in short hand with his own ideas scribbled near them. There were some parts that he asked Jarikk to repeat for accuracy's sake, but realized some more important details laid hidden amongst the words. The drow was rather impressed with the author's seeming interest in the world Above. Ryltar had fiddled with his length when he wasn't scratching anything out important. It was a habit he hadn't realized he had developed after hitting puberty. The sensations were just something enjoyable to receive while doing something else in the privacy of his own room. Unashamed of being nude, Ryltar began to be more receptive to his whims of the flesh. Without notice, the young drow had encouraged a soft erection. Ryltar began to move away from his podeum when he realized he had done so. Jarikk? he began his request. Moving to a cushoined seat in his room, Ryltar sat down and idly stroked his cock. I want to discuss something with you. Something I've been meaning to express for many a year. he said pausing his motions. Realizing he hadn't cast his usual scrying spells in place, he went about using the rather expensive magical devices to ward his room from further if any intrusion. Grabbing a pillow from the end of his bed, he placed it behind his back in the coushioned chair. As I was say, Jarikk... as you've proven to be the only soul I've ever relied upon who hasn't attempted to kill me, yet... he said idly stroking his cock once again, ..I've an idea. One that would likely end up getting myself killed if it were even mentioned to the wrong indiviual. he stopped once more to adjust his position in the chair a bit better. He elbowed the pillow a bit to lazily fluff it. Jarikk, can I trust you to aide me in my plans? he said toying with his cock a bit more. What Jarikk seemed to be unaware of is that Ryltar knew how the goblin tried not to stare. How, for so many years, he tried not to linger his eyes or hands at his assigned cleanign duties. How the goblin irradiated with the smell of nervous sweat. Ryltar knew the servant had some abberant attraction to him and enjoyed this invisible game, but today would be an ultimate test. He would need the goblin to assist him in his endevors. Ryltar smiled, watching the goblin avoid eye contact so hard. He could see the tiny movements of excitement in the tips of Jarikk's ears. Look at me when you speak. he said in a slight commanding tone. One he hadn't used since he was a young lawless whelp. Ryltar wanted his servant to observe his perverse whim and watch his body language. He wanted to see if the goblin was as loyal as his breeders had promised. Jarikk, we'll be needing a group to take us to the surface. he said as he stopped rubbing his increasingly erect length. Do you know of such a group or raid party traveling to the world Above with in this week? he questioned the goblin. With this show already surving it's purpose, he relocated to the recesses of his bed. Knowing his little performance was completely out of character, he had tested the goblin's will and trust. Perhaps he would one day reward the creature for such loyalty in a manner it would most enjoy, but for now, Ryltar's mind lay with grand thoughts of destruction. Tomorrow, we'll head to the Lower Depths and see if we can locate us a formidable party to join. For now, you're dismissed to do as you please... he said turning to rearranged the mound of coushions on his bed, ... and Jarikk, I would like a nice hot bath in a few hours. Be sure to pick a good scented oil. I wish not to smell of stale caves and fungus when we approach our hopeful crew. he said with a wink. One that would stand out to the goblin, but one Ryltar knew he could use to influence the goblin to his whims.