Recent content by Lord Skavius Drytail

The crowd fell silent in a collective drawn breath as the giant, dark piece of steel lifted into the air. They were waiting, ready to hear the squish and clang of it chopping through meat to leave another long scar in the stone. And in that silence, a single whisper carried through. It grew...

Bring me a trinket and I will give you a coin. Bring me a coin and I will give you a favor. Bring me yourself, and I will give you a job.

Ask anyone on the surface to describe Arethil’s Underrealm, and they would likely relate to you a claustrophobic tale of twisting tunnels and cramped squeezes, barely large enough for a man to fit through and dangerously close to collapse. They would be correct, for the Underrealm stretched like...

Skavius curled his lip at Greedy’s remarks and his tail twitched irritably. ”Greasetooth is a slimy little cur who will be personally introduced to the Farmer’s Wife if he dares to show his sallow face.” He punctuated this remark by spitting on the ground of the hut, just as the door was opened...

In the midst of everything, Lord Drytail was very preoccupied with his hands. "Look how they move!" he exclaimed to a drow next to him who wasn't listening. "Simply beautiful." The mushrooms he had ingested had taken their time working through his system, but once they did the effects were quite...

"Where is who?" answered a deep, gruff voice from the door. A very short, but very wide, figure was making his way though the door. He appreciated this door, it was wide enough for him to get through easily and he owed the maker's ample frame for that. Lord Skavius Drytail was dressed in armor...

The Goblin King's comments were met with silence for only a second before Lord Drytail burst into boisterous laughter, slapping a hand to his own belly and chortling so heavily that he rippled like a bowl of pudding. "BAhaHA! Yes I suppose there is a bit more rous beneath the armor than before...

The party was increasingly chaotic, and Drytail was becoming more comfortable by the minute. This was a true Underrealm celebration! One of drink and loud music and whirring bodies and many, many animals. It was a strange picture to see the lovely drow amidst such chaos, yet oddly they fit. The...

It was indeed an odd gathering. Why the drow had agreed to such a union was beyond Lord Drytail's understanding. He thought the race was rather consumed with beauty and all that, but apparently politics mattered more. The goblin king was many things, and beauty was the antithesis of them all...

The cathedral was massive and ornate to the point of gaudiness. The gothic aesthetic of the drow was certainly something to be admired, and the obvious display of wealth and power made Lord Skavius Drytail feel very much at home. It was not as cluttered as his own keep, and the decorations all...

Intriguing.

The masked guards looked pleased with their work as the gas spilled out. The eerie haze struck their enemies, and for a moment they thought they had won outright. Surely no matter how well trained or how powerful these warriors were, they could not defy their own biology. Apparently, they...

The soldiers were not faring well, and Drytail could hear the conflict begin to quiet as their numbers dwindled. He was pleased that the majority of the tower remained intact, of course he had expected to redo much of the interior. Even conventional weaponry would cause much damage. Woodtongue...

The sounds of the battle rocked the haphazard tower to its poorly-designed core. Lightning strikes collided with a metal wall panel, and two nearby combatants were struck by the discharge. Drytail could see the lights flashing from outside as he walked up the "main" street (truly just the...

The rous soldiers were making short work of the enemies that were left behind. Those that were not killed or captured began to flee, and for the time being Drytail was content to let them go. There was nowhere to run anymore, soon he would control all the tunnels in the area. Perhaps some of...