Raath - Al'Ken Estate
Blood and death were nothing new in the city of Raath.
War. Crime. Executions.
Raath had tasted blood from almost every form imaginable. That was what it meant to be a city of Drow, or Dark Elves, or at least to have once been. Over the centuries things had changed. Since the fall this place was nearly unrecognizable. What had once been a place dominated and utterly controlled by the Dark Elves was not a mixture of colors and species.
Ogres, Duergar, Deep Gnomes, and even dozens of surface dwellers now held a hand in the leadership of Raath. Some might have thought it an improvement, a justice, given the cities place as a bridge to the overworld.
Velkyn Deth was not of such opinion.
It was all well and good to have the surface dwellers as slaves, perhaps even serfs, but having their hand in the leading Council? Such a state was utterly unacceptable. Particularly to someone like him. The El'Eth stood above the other races of the Underworld, not even to mention the creatures who chose to live within the life.
Such had already been the sate of affairs when he'd embarked on his journey, it was why he had set out from his home and come here. At least part of the reason. It was also why he stood within the study of the Al'ken Estate. His features stern as he pushed aside of papers written in the common tongue. Disgust flickered over his lips, a sneer.
A scream echoed out through the halls beyond as his Reavers made their way through the building. He had given them a simple order; No one was to escape. No one was to know.
There would be less explaining to do that way.
Blood and death were nothing new in the city of Raath.
War. Crime. Executions.
Raath had tasted blood from almost every form imaginable. That was what it meant to be a city of Drow, or Dark Elves, or at least to have once been. Over the centuries things had changed. Since the fall this place was nearly unrecognizable. What had once been a place dominated and utterly controlled by the Dark Elves was not a mixture of colors and species.
Ogres, Duergar, Deep Gnomes, and even dozens of surface dwellers now held a hand in the leadership of Raath. Some might have thought it an improvement, a justice, given the cities place as a bridge to the overworld.
Velkyn Deth was not of such opinion.
It was all well and good to have the surface dwellers as slaves, perhaps even serfs, but having their hand in the leading Council? Such a state was utterly unacceptable. Particularly to someone like him. The El'Eth stood above the other races of the Underworld, not even to mention the creatures who chose to live within the life.
Such had already been the sate of affairs when he'd embarked on his journey, it was why he had set out from his home and come here. At least part of the reason. It was also why he stood within the study of the Al'ken Estate. His features stern as he pushed aside of papers written in the common tongue. Disgust flickered over his lips, a sneer.
A scream echoed out through the halls beyond as his Reavers made their way through the building. He had given them a simple order; No one was to escape. No one was to know.
There would be less explaining to do that way.