Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

His goblin returned with an acceptable tray of foods. How delicious the soup smelled! The beating he had endured really tested his sytem and made he rather hungry. Ryltar could feel his belly rumble from under the soft sheets. That won't be needed. I trust that it's pure. he replied back to Jarikk. Not once had he ever suspected the goblin servant of wishing him ill. He seemed to be beyond loyal and that pleased Ryltar. To have someone so faithful around him all the time and not wanting to see his demise. It was refreshing to be with Jarikk compared to the ruthless and mind numbing family relations of his. As Jarikk began his tale, it struck a very personal chord within him. It's as if the gods had shown him what must be done. He had the thoughts of bringing House Vorn under his control, but males in charge were very short lived. This tale was far too enthralling and too close to home. Ryltar looked stunned, for what that would look on a drow's face. Ja-Jarikk... where did you learn of such a tale? he asked rather curiously and restrained devisouness. If such a tale had the slightest hint of truth, Ryltar would be spending the next several weeks trying to discern everything in his power. Even if it meant trips to the surface. With his meal finished, he sat looking at the goblin who had just inspired such wicked thoughts. I see. I would ask you prepare yourself in a few hours. We'll be heading out to gather some spell components. A bit more than we usually do. I've got something to figure out, but for now, I need some rest. Mind the door. the wizard said before turning into his bedding, preparing for a deep trance to prepare these coming plans. The young drow quckly entered his trance and began to hash out a marvelous plot. He quckly came to the realiztion that he would need as much information on the surface world as possible. Ryltar only knew as much as any common drow about the world above. He also realized that if things weren't possible to do on his own, he would have to inlist some help. He didn't like the thought, but there were always raiders and slavers looking for wizards for their careers. It was a few hours later when he roused from his trance. Ryltar felt refreshed and in a much better mood. The throbbing in his back had subsided thanks to Jarikk. That impressive little goblin always knew a way to end the pain. Sitting up from his mound of pillows, he scanned the dimly lit room. Sure enough, Jarikk was in his usual spot watching over him. The drow felt enamored to have something so intent in keeping him comfortable and safe. It meant something to the young man, but he was unsure exactly what. Getting out of his coverings, he climbed from his bed and proceeded to change into something more capable for wandering the caves. Donning a rather slick suit of thin leather armor over top of some padded linen breeches and tunic, he gathered up his long knife and staff. Ryltar rumaged through his work desk of papers and found a scroll case, making sure to put it inside the bag he slung over his shoulder. Looking to Jarikk, he offered what could best be described as a drow smile. You ready for departure? he offered. Making sure to cast a number of non-detecion spells, Ryltar guided Jarikk out of the 'secrect' exit from the house for one of their many trips together. However, it seemed as if Ryltar was taking a different route towards the caves. Once comepletely away from the House of Vorn, Ryltar finally spoke softly. We're headed to different caves this day. I require something new... he said taking a left turn towards the deeper and more dangerous series of caves. All manner of strange beats lurked here. Some of the fiercest spiders and the derro had been known to lurk here once in a while. But pausing for a moment to read a map he had stored in his desk, he led them down a much shorter and narrower passageway than the larger main tunnel. Ryltar would occasionally pause and reach behind him to check if the goblin was till there. He would need him to carry some of the items back, so his breath would change for a single exhilation each time his slinder fingers met with some part of Jarikk. It was finally revealed where Ryltar had led them. It was a durely different set of fungi that they were looking at. The specific shade of blue biolumienscent fingu they were looking at was a brilliant cobalt blue. It wasn't to go without notice to the other small fungi and plants growing around a rather sinister looking collection of water. Ryltar finally let the invisibility spells drop after scanning the room for any immidiate threat. With a few hand signals to Jarikk that he had specifically and illegally taught, he instructed him to keep an eye out while he carefully sliced and weighed parts of various fungi and collected samples from the strange plants. Everything went well for a long time. He managed to disect a few ounces of internal fungus flesh and pack a full pound of the various plant materials before it happened. Out it silently crept from under a large knocked-over mushroom. It's four glaring eyes sat upon it's reptilian head, yet this creature stood much like a man. It's blood red plating gleamed purple in the blue light as it carefully crept from under it's perch, every slowly towards Ryltar. The drow hadn't taken notice as the creature made no sounds as it picked it's course over the soft spongey flesh of the fallen fungi. Ryltar stood hunched over the sinister-looking pool, putting a cork in a vial of the murky liquid. The humanoid creature raised it's claws to attack with the wizard still unaware.