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Azrakar awoke to a darkness that tasted of iron and incense. The sanctum was carved deep beneath Zar’Ahal, a chamber of black basalt veined with violet crystal that pulsed like a dying heart. Chains of iron wrapped his wrists, ankles, throat. Each link etched with drow runes, burning cold...

Azrakar felt the sigil flare anew, a second wave of divine spite that seared through muscle and bone. The collar of starfire and shadow snapped tight around his throat. It was as cold as the void. Power surged into him, every heartbeat now echoed with the goddess’s laughter. He did not...

"Do not be a coward," Azrakar snapped. He stretched out with his magic, exploring the confines of his trap. A curse had constantly fed itself off his own power. It had been an absolute bind. This one had to have limits and edges. "It would be even more dissappointing. Your ambition to...

Azrakar felt the sigil ignite beneath his feet like a trap snapping shut. The runes burned upward in molten veins, searing through glamour and flesh alike. His drow form dissolved in a hiss of black smoke, revealing the full, towering majesty of his true self. The heat that had been carefully...

For a moment, he was annoyed at himself. She drew herself back sharply. It was almost as if she recoiled from him. He found that he did not like that. As she walked away, Azrakar smiled at the floor. "You are no nameless nobody," he whispered to himself. "And I would have it no other way."...

"You won't stop testing me, will you?" he replied. His tone was muted, but it carried some emotion. It would be hard to gauge where his thoughts were. In truth, his feelings swayed between annoyance at her arrogance and respect for the direct questions. "I am chained to what I am," he said...

Azrakar’s steps slowed until they were barely moving, the music a distant current around them. He felt her breath against his neck and the soft press of her lips to his jaw, He turned his head just enough that his mouth brushed the shell of her ear, voice so low it was more vibration than...

Azrakar let her drag him into the swirling heart of the dance floor without resistance. The strings were weaving haunting melodies over the crowd. There was a rhythm to it that did not come from the music. The floor was like a living things. Secrets were being passed, alliances made. Some of...

Azrakar dismounted with fluid grace, his glamoured form drawing only a few idle glances He offered Vyx’aria his arm as she slid down, steadying her with a touch that lingered just a fraction longer than necessary. As they stepped into the throng, he reminded himself that he would be dipping...

Azrakar did not slow. He pulled the sword back and swung low. Hroth towered above the churned battlefield. He was a wall of frost and muscle. He stepped back away from the flaming sword. He lifted both axes threateningly. Each blade was rimed thick with ice, runes burning cold blue along...

Azrakar had never ridden a vornyx. It's gait was not like a horse. His chest was pressed lightly to her back, close enough that his heat wrapped around her like a second skin, chasing the tunnel’s chill. One arm slid around her waist, steady and possessive, fingers splaying just below the...

"Yes my mistress, divine lady, at once," Azrakar rattled off. He managed to bow so low that his brow almost brushed the cavern floor. He shouldn't have been enjoying this, but he was. Azrakar had asked for some more recent news about the city and it's major houses. She had managed to...

Azrakar leaned against the carved wall, arms folded across his chest. He listened to her battle the gown. She emerged angry and frustrated and magnificent all at the same time. "Dance?" he echoed, pushing off the wall. He appeared as a drow male now once again. "No." "I have watched...

Azrakar charged. It was a long time since he had taken part in a battle of even this minor scale. At the height of his power he had rarely taken to the field himself. It felt good. His internal fire raged. Heat radiated from him as he called for the orcs to part before him. He didn't even...

"I can veil others," he said. "Not as perfectly as myself: the glamour will hold under casual glance, but a priestess with true sight or a ward tuned to infernal magic might pierce it. Still..." His clawed hand lifted, fingers hovering just above her cheek without touching. A ripple of shadow...