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"It is not so bad," went Azrakar. He gave a small shrug. Art was, after all, an expression of creativity. He didn't know if the orcs had ever conducted an opera of if this was the notion from a deranged wizard. He had to resist comment on the rat's opinion of her scent. He needed to keep her...

"And when did you come up with this plan?" Azrakar mused. The question was rhetorical. He had known the taste of loss, but he was a truly selfish creature. His own imprisonment hurt him far more than losing any of his followers through any of his reigns. His own lips curved in a slow, fanged...

Azrakar came to a halt beside her at the overlook, the heat of his presence a steady counterpoint to the forge-glow rising from the city below. For a long moment he said nothing, simply letting his gaze sweep across Dhubnor. He had never seen it. The obsidian spires marked a city that had been...

He drew to a halt and fell into silence. He wouldn't shirk from that glare. He held it. There was a weight of age, experience and ambition behind his own gaze. "No," he said finally. "I have little insight on the city and it's position." Nor on your past, he did not say. "It is easy to...

Azrakar caught the tossed opera gem with one hand, turning the small, iridescent stone over in his palm as the gnomes scurried back into their side tunnel. In his glamoured drow form, he kept his posture deferential: eyes downcast, shoulders slightly bowed. The faint curl at the corner of his...

Behind her, Azrakar had to grimace. He tilted his head down and covered his mouth. It was perhaps the single most amusing phrase he had heard in five hundred years. He wanted those dearly, but speaking again would draw attention. He could live with Vyx’aria's ire and punishments, but not with...

Azrakar halted at her signal, the column of orcs and drow falling silent behind him. The distant drip of water and the shuffling of the orcs were the only sounds until the gnomes came into line of sight. It was remarkable how silent the drow were compared to the orcs. Simple standing still, he...

Azrakar had not slept deeply. His kind rarely slept into deep, sleep producing sleep. When she stirred and slipped free, he let woke fully and watched her. He watched her rise and stretch with unblinking crimson eyes. He saw the deliberate arch of her back. This time he didn't offer the...

"We will see to it then," he said. Was she going to kill him in the night and take his throne - as little as it was worth now. Did she have the magical talent to make it permanent. He was tired from battling the strength of the lich on his own territory. What was life without a little risk...

Azrakar’s chest rumbled with quiet laughter at her words. One of his orcs sat more upright before settling back down. "Diplomatic," he echoed, amusement thick in his voice. "I have been called many things across the ages, Vyx. Never diplomatic. You wound me." The runes beneath her fingertips...

He had lived a long life. Despite the way he described the curse, it had been a relief when it had been broken. Some small voice had started to whisper that the trapping of the curse would be his eternity. Azrakar felt the deliberate shift to taunt him. He let out a low sigh and held his...

Azrakar allowed himself to be tugged, amusement flickering in his eyes at her impatient huff. When she yanked harder and grumbled, he finally yielded. He lowered his massive frame to the bedroll beside her with surprising grace. He stretched out on his back at first, one arm folded beneath his...

Azrakar watched the drow casually crunch into the skittermaw with the same mild interest he might give a surface-dweller eating an apple. Practicality in the deeps was always admirable. Protein was rare down here. When her armor came off piece by piece he watched until she stretched out on the...

Azrakar continued walking at her sharp retort, the faint flicker of amusement in his eyes deepening. He had not meant to prod an old wound. He still enjoyed her reaction, to see a genuine flash of anger through her implacable visage. He inclined his head, a subtle gesture of acknowledgment...

You might still get burned, he thought to himself. It would not have been fun if she didn't knowingly take risks. Azrakar let the quiet stretch just long enough for her to feel it, then spoke, voice low and steady, pitched for her ears alone. "Exile leaves scars deeper than any blade," he...