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Gorhun Morchiant Adventurer


Joined: 11 Mar 2010 Posts: 59
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 1:59 pm Post subject: A mask...a ritual...and a baby... |
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The encounter had went well, and the drow was still feeling somewhat empowered by the possibilities that were running through his mind. Vhaeraun had visited him and given him charge of the activities on the surface. He remembered long ago when he had this responsibility, but many years have passed since that time. He must regain some of the youth he lost over the years that he spent in the abyss, far from and absent from the surface realm of Sosaria. All these thoughts passed through his mind as a knock fell on the door.
“Come,” the drow, Gorhun Morchiant, says as he places his newly acquired mask over his eyes.
The mask, small and thin, just covers the drow’s eyes and the bridge of his nose. It is charcoal in color most of the time but can change depending on the mood the dark lord is in at the time. Mysterious and dark this mask holds sinister secrets …secrets that are even darker and older than Lord Gorhun himself.
“M’lord Gorhun…all the arrangements have been made, the child is still healthy, and the ritual can take place as soon as you desire it,” the young drow, Olath, says as he bows.
“You have done well Olath, Bwael xund! My power is growing by the day…soon I will not only be able to influence the training of this young priestess…but I will also be able to gain some of the years back that I have lost to time,” Gorhun says smiling slightly, his eyes glowing brilliant red beneath his mask.
“Speak with Alaundril…tell him…the Masked One…the Boss, as he now calls me…wishes to speak with him soon to work out the details of this…ritual,” Gorhun says as he turns towards a window.
“Also…make sure the slaves are giving the little priestess whatever she needs and tending to her properly,” Gorhun continues as he looks towards Umbra.
“Yes m’lord…it shall be done…” Olath says as he rises and departs from the room.
“Oh…what this surface world has to offer to the cause of chaos and power…” the dark drow lord says as he walks to his desk and begin looking over documents. |
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