Recent content by Velkyn

Chaos began to reign in the little cavern. Smoke filled almost every nook and cranny, strange spark of magic rushing through it. A few of the Reavers began to move, darting about in search even as they remained sightless. "DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST GO?!" Velkyn shouted, his words echoing in...

Velkyn nearly collapses as he saw the blades It was the cumulative effort of a lifetime. He had not been hunting for the Sisters, not really. They had fallen into his hand by the sheer guiding hand of the Old Ones. The Drow Lord had not foreseen that a wretch like Xylthe would get him this...

The little procession was nearly forty strong. Three carts, more than three dozen Reavers, and a few strange looking men who seemed marred with dozens of scars. As Xylthe was brought towards Velkyn the Drow Lord said nothing, staring intently into the dark tunnels of the underrealm ahead of...

Velkyn scoffed. His greed, his fixation now was getting the Sister. It was all he needed in this world, all that he desired. The power was so close, and it was only a day away? Hope flickered through his chest, a feeling that he had not known for...centuries. Lips thinned, and he glanced over...

He considered the words. Even if they were a lie, there could be enough truth to it that her guidance was simply a ploy to meet her end on terms she decided. Velkyn would not put it passed the rather willful Avendrow to simply be trying to engineer her own death. That would have to be seen to...

Velkyn stared down at Xylthe, clear distrust in his eyes. "You expect me to believe you?" He asked plainly. "Less than a day ago you claimed you could tell me." The Drow Lord said simply. "Cursed my very name when I did not acquiesce to your demand of death." From his perch on the throne like...

There was a long pause after Xylthe asked her question, almost as though the voice was not entirely sure how to answer her question. Seconds ticked on by within the Abyss, and then eventually the answer came. "Do you know birds?" On the surface above the question was a ludicrous one. Everyone...

"He will take me with." There was no doubt in his mind. The journey through the Underdark alone was dangerous, but when retrieving something as valuable as the Sisters? Velkyn would not take the risk. The Drow lord was ever cautious, and doubly so when it came to something that might mean his...

"Yes." There was almost relief in the voice, as though he had expected her to reject the offer out of hand. The voice beyond, Senvid, knew just how much Xylthe had endured. The pain she had been subjected to and the tortures that Velkyn had put her through. It was an almost unimaginable thing...

She was right, of course. There was no stopping Velkyn or Xylthe's former master from chasing her to the ends of the Underrealm. The prize she held knowledge of was something men would, and had killed for. Her life meant little in comparison, at least to those who desired power. "No." He told...

"No. No!" Argued quickly, not wanting her to shout too loudly. Though the calls faded within the darkness, there was no telling who would be listening within the shadows. It was why he had brought no light. "No, please." He continued. "Listen to me." The urgency in his voice continued. "You'll...

The sound carried into the void of the dungeons, not an echo or response to be found as the seconds passed. It did not matter Xylthe's frustrations, it did not matter her anger or the rage she showed. Down within the darkest depths of the ancient Drow Fortress there was nothing; only the dark...

"You're not the first." Velkyn commented absently, though she would be able to see the flicker of rage in his eyes. It was clear that he was keeping himself in check. That the greater whole of him wanted to lash out and beat her within an inch of her life. A punishment that she would have more...

For a moment the Drow Lord didn't answer. He seemed to consider, as if it were a bargain one might find in the common markets. He frowned for a moment, and then slowly nodded his head. "Very well." Some amusement played over his tone. It was an emotion that had rarely shown itself in him...

The old drow stood before Xylthe and stared at her. His expression held no hint of cruelty, not an ounce of anger or rage. It had all been there before, and Xylthe had seen the emotions as present as any other a hundred times in their short little while together. Yet in that moment, he was a...