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Ashur smelled and tasted a funny scent in the air. Amongst the wanton death and destruction was something else. Something different, almost tangy. He shrugged, strutting forward casually, two swords hanging idly at his side as he made a move up towards the stairs. As the Dreadlord turned the...

Ashur-Kahn enjoyed a dance, and to him, that was what this foray in combat was. Every day of his life, he trained for moments like this. Every day in his life, he suppressed his rage, anger and annoyance so that - outwardly at least - he could appear the better person. A saint, almost, among his...

Ashur glanced around at the chaos that unfolded before him. Woodtongue's men collapsed easily at the assault and Drytail's own men seemed more skilled and capable than the heir had given them credit for. He found a renewed interest regarding his new ally, the constant surprises helped to...

"No, I believe no one thought to inform me." His eyes narrowed towards Zana and a scowl crossed his face. Ashur-Kahn was a man who prided himself on being intelligent, on being forward-thinking and able to adapt to situations. However, to be all of those things required those closest to him to...

He paused, considering his options. Civilians would be easy, neither Ashur nor Zana held particularly destructive magic and any collateral damage could be fixed with a wave of his hand - literally. The structure before him, however, was the tricky one. Outright destruction - and likely loss of...

As Drytail lead them out of his keep, Ashur tried to make note of the various tunnels, alleys, walkways and corridors they passed through. Yet, for all his merits, even he was unable to keep tally of the various twists, turns and sudden dead-ends that seemed to make up this labyrinthian...

Ashur-Kahn smiled wryly and caught a glance from Zana. No doubt his accomplice would expect him to sit and watch as she slaughtered her way through the rival faction, but that was not his way. He was a Dreadlord, his magic was useful and despite his rank, it was convenience more than anything...

Ashur did not react to Zana. He nodded briefly as she spoke, then smiled warmly back towards Drytail. Needless to say, he was impressed, although he knew she would not disappoint. His Dreadlords were groomed for their intelligence and cunning, he knew Zana had both in ample amounts. Ashur-Kan...

Ashur-Kahn paused thoughtfully then nodded. Truth be told, he hadn't particularly considered what he truly wanted favour-wise from the Rous. There were not any pressing situations that required him to use such a valuable favour, nor the unique skills of Drytail's people. He showed no expression...

Ashur-Kan did not answer Drytail. Instead, he laughed where Drytail laughed, nodded where he nodded, and smiled when he smiled. The rous was trying at playing human, he could see the figure trying to put on airs and improving his standard. It was a good attempt, in Ashur's opinion. He'd seen far...

Ashur took note of the steps each of their guide took, remembered each turn and cave they entered. His memory was a honed and sharpened weapon if they needed to make an escape he would remember. It would be a terrible death, he imagined, getting lost in the endless tunnels and labyrinthian...

Zana Sloan Ashur welcomed the Dreadlords into the reception room of the minimalistic Luana family home. It was a far cry from the usual gaudy and over-the-top approach to decoration favoured by the other houses and, instead, it boasted simple, sleek and well-made objects that made the manor...

"Better to be safe than sorry, after all. With our disguises on we are two nameless Dreadlords. With just mine, I am a nameless Dreadlord - who doesn't exist - and a Luana Dreadlord who left the city fully kitted and ready for battle on her day off." He smiled. The question was a fair one. Not...

"That is a very fair point Zana, I'm very glad you brought it up" He spoke calmly and passed a warm and genuine smile over towards his travelling companion. His lips worked briefly in thought as he considered how best to convey his thought-process towards her. "The Underdark has been plagued...

Zana Ashur-Kan sat comfortably on his horse. Drawing parallel to him was one of his household's more junior Dreadlords, one that he had spent a worryingly small amount of time with. He grimaced silently to himself, he tried to entertain all of his Dreadlords, become as close to friends with...