Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

Ryltar was glad that the goblin knew of such useful people. He watched the servant head out to perform his tasks. It was easier for the goblin to go out from the House for such things then try and distract everyone else to let himself out of their paranoid watch. With Jarikk missing, Ryltar laid back against the mound of plump cushions to properly attend to his member. So many days had the young drow performed such a routine to still his bodily urges. Too many times he found himself lingering over thoughts of naked flesh entangling with his own. It wasn't that it was an unpleasant thought, but rather a distressing one. The majority of sexual visualizations he had witnessed were various female members of his family in either religious orgies or in some strange ritual to Lolth. All of their sexual exploits seemed dangerous and rather repulsive to him, especially seeing as the men didn't usually live to see a climax of their own. Instead, his mind would wander to a scene that was never presented to him. One filled with only drow males enjoying each other's skin. An image that he found rather enjoyable and arousing. And with those images, Ryltar casually stroked his dark cock, pleasing himself. Knowing he was alone and unable to be magically spied upon, he let out little pants and whines indicating his enjoyable state of bliss. When the friction on his cut cock became a bit unpleasant, Ryltar would spit in his hand as he had seen his sisters easily do when they were in need of a quick stiff dick. The slick feeling always made his pedicured toes curl in delight. For being a virgin with no prospects, he had been left to his own devices for about 6 years now. Finding a few select spots on his own body, he eagerly tugged at his nipple. The slight pain was so enjoyable, but nothing at all compared to what had caused the various scars on his back. With a few light tugs on his small male nipple, he found himself ready to spill his seed. Grabbing his pectoral muscle, he let his semen spill onto his belly and hip. The soft stuttering male moaned, bringing his legs up towards his chest a bit. When his climax was finished, he let his legs flop carelessly onto his bed and let the grimace of pleasure fade into a soft and alien smile. Ryltar was seemingly energized from his dalliance. He grabbed one of his vials, scooping the seed up for an unknown spell component for later use. With his mess cleaned for the most part, Ryltar busied himself with preparing some much needed supplies. This would take some time as well as the seemingly bottomless sack he had managed to win from school during a duel. A few hours later, he had enjoyed the moss scented bath Jarikk had prepared and was prepared for his meeting with Jarikk's crew. That evening fell and the goblin servant had led him into the Lower Depths. Ryltar had managed to get permission for an extended leave from his House on business and a promise to return with a live surfacer. Ryltar would have rather not have had to deal with such a thing, but in order to leave without a trained assassin stalking him the whole way, he had to have promised something worth while. A living surfacer was the only thing that his Matron agreed to. After a bit of a walk around the squalid alleyways of the Lower Depths, the drow was finally led to a rather odd group of humanoids. These people had been waiting on them, some looking rather impatient. Jarikk had bowed low to these people and for some reason, he felt jealous of that. Ryltar struck it from his mind as this was just a busniess arrangement. Besides, why would jealousy have anything to do with a goblin servant? With a quick and quiet snort, he listened to Jarikk's introductions. Ryltar was rather impressed by the kobold. Even knowing her meat was succulent and divine on the palate, he held a bit of respect for her realation's sake. The drow offered a bow to the woman on her rodent mount, making sure not to offend the dangerous looking kobold. As his attention was brought to the orc, it seemed he would be a wonderful ally to tame something nasty to bring back to his Matron, but not this trip. He nodded and bowed once more to the orc, even though the act of respect would be lost on such a fool creature. When the gnome approached him, the drow was skeptical. She looked offer her rocker and the laughter didn't help. Ryltar was glad that Jarikk knew this creature or else he would have otherwise blown her into small, yet edible pieces. And then came the wise crack from the most intimidating of them all. The larger mutt blooded ogre. Ryltar gave a look of displeasure at suck a crude word, but could understand the poor dolt's misjudgement. I apologize for the tardiness, sir... he paused hoping to get a name from him, ..., but yes. I do have your payment. I'll be more than obliged to pay half now to secure your services. The remaining half upon my return, in hopefully one piece. And please, call me Vorn. It's much more useful than to antediluvian racial slurs. he said with a minute amount of venom. He knew he was probably outmatched if the beast wished to defend what paultry honor it think it had, but he had hoped that he wouldn't have to waste spells so soon. I'm ready to traverse the caves as soon as you're ready. the drow said with a low bow. He had hoped that this group would assist in his needs and be of use to him for many times to come. He would need a few loyal assistants outside of Jarikk. The wizard had already began to plot on how to win each of these folk over to his cause.