Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

Ryltar had been partially oblivious to the creature stalking them, but the few slight noises that were made as the goblin connected blow after blow roused him from the extremely delicate gathering. He watched the goblin deftly pounce and maim the attacking creature, one that RYltar wasn't exactly familiar with. This whole place was alien to Ryltar, but he had purchased a map about it from an information vendor peddling things about the market in the Lower Depths. It had seemed as if the most important details, like the local inhabitants, were missing from the information attached to the map. The wizard winced a few times as the goblin took a few good hits himself. An odd look of momentary concern flashed on his face and he raised his hands to blast off a magical missle for an assist, but lowered his hands as the noise might attract even more of these particularly nasty looking creatures. The drow watched on, hand readying on a wand with electrical forces caged in its rare wooden shaft. Ryltar truend back to his work for a moment while it had seemed that Jarikk had the creature well under his control. A twinge of guilt came to Ryltar's face as he saw how the goblin's arm stuck out unnaturally and the blood was weeping from unseen wounds. Digging into the pack the drow had brought with him, he handed the goblin a slender vial of a murky blue liquid. With his hands, he gave simple commands. Drink. Heel. Silence. The drow knew very well that an injured bodyguard was a useless bodyguard, so giving the servant a small healing potion was in his own best intrests. With a confirmation nod, the wizard took the time to finish his sampling and thinking. While he cut, examined, and placed in vials and jars, Ryltar replayed the tale about the male who wrought utter destruction and wrath upon his hated Matron and her family. While Ryltar couldn't seduce his own mother, he began to plot out what he needed to arrange to perform an epic retelling of such a victorious revolution. The shackles of Lolth had worn deep scars into the young man's mind and he desperately wanted to watch his family burn. To smell the burning hair and fat from his wicked siblings' bodies. Putting his attention to the disection to the creature, Ryltar took some waterproofed canvas he brought for emergency reasons and packaged up parts of the offending beast for later use. With it neatly and carefully bundled, he had pondered having the goblin haul it for him, but he was in no condition to protect his hide and carry such an odd and heavy parcel. With a few other hand signals, Ryltar had them heading back towards the House of Vorn. The trip back was just as perlious as the trip out, but getting back into the House of Vorn was always a pain. Under an invisibility spell, Ryltar examined the weave of arcane protecions over the house and had to carefully pull a small enough hole to allow passage without setting them off. The odd thing about these wards is that they were practically non-existant on your way out, but trying to get back in could set of the equivilent of a atomic bomb on a smal scale centralized inside the insidious bubble the wards made. Once a small hole had been created, Ryltar carefully ushered the servant through and quickly let teh wards shift back into shape. They had been stressed enough for one day. Now, within the House's ground, Ryltar had made sure Jarikk was close behind him as they made their way back to Ryltar's servant-style room. As they turned the corner, there stood one of his sisters with a different servant in the archway before his very room. It was the same sister who had iflicted the grievous wounds that were still sore under neath his padded linen tunic. Garthig, enter Ryltar's room and call him to the door. I must speak with him. Drae'bhaal said a touch too impatiently. The golden-skinned goblin looked at her, nearly too fearful to move. The priestess' muscles tensed and Garthig tried the knob to the door, finding it locked. Priestess, I'm afraid I can't do as you've commanded. It is locked, Priestess. Garthig quietly announced, cowering and holding her head as if preparing to be rent asunder. Drae'bhaal looked rather displeased with her response and pompously shoved the small female aside to rap upon Ryltar's door. Ryltar smiled knowing she would grow impatient quickly, but it would come to another lashing if he didn't meet her demands. Droping the invisibility spell from only his self, he address his wicked sister. What honor is it to have Priestess Drae'bhaal at my humble and quite accomidating living quarters. What is it that I may do for you, mighty Priestess? How may I be of use to Lolth this day? he said with a low bow, making sure his eyes stay fixed on her slightly too tight shoes. Drae'bhaal did look one bit pleased she had been either surprised or spied upon. Resting her strong hand on her whip's handle, she glared at him from her amber eyes. Ryltar. I'm here for my reagents. Lolth help you if you don't have the ready. she said in a threatening tone. So many times Ryltar wanted to blast the spider hooker away, but knew now wasn't the time or place to do so. It would come. It would be soon. With a smile on his face, he bowed a bit lower. Of course, Pirestess. This way. he said rising and opeing the magically locked door. I'll stay here. I don't loiter about in servant's filth. she said predictably. Ryltar entered his room, with Jarikk hopefully behind him. The wizard opened his pack and removed a special case that contained some of the things they had gathered just a few hours ago. Returning to the door, he bowed and offered the case to his sibling. You'll find all of your components replaced and extra in the lower container. I also took the liberty to add a few pieces of blank parchment for your scribe needs. Priestess, please call upon me once again once you have need. I shall be ready and of loyal service. he said to her feet. With the case of vials and containers in hand, Drae'bhaal looked pleased for what could be called of the grimace on her face. With out a word, Drae'bhaal left her brother bowing low to the ground with a cowering Garthig outside of his door and in invisible Jarikk. After several moments passed, Ryltar finally rose and address the servants. Garthig, you know better. If you had turned the knob any further, it would have killed you both. Do I look like I want to die by my Matron's best torturers?! the drow exclaimed at the goblin. The golden-skinned female rose from the floor and shook her head. It would have been better to have died, sir. The the suffering would end. she said glumly. Ryltar shook his head and dropped the spell on Jarikk. Be sure to clean up, Jarikk. I'll need to you retell me that tale so I can pen it down. I would like to have a copy for my personal review. he said with the intentions to dechiper what he would need for a length trip to the surface and what he would be looking for in a capable group. Garthig left the two and shut the door before she left and Ryltar undressed down to nothing for a while. He needed some time out of the restrictions of clothing. Arcane magics in the nude worked much better as the trappings of society disruptd the natural flow of magic around the arms and body of its caster. Standing at his podeum, Ryltar pulled a fresh piece of parchment and began to illustrate the devious creature from the hidden cave. He wanted to know more about it if he was already planning a trip to the Lower Depths market district. Maybe he would have the chance to... fix that information peddler's oversight by removing an eye.