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He had been staring at the floor more or less dejectedly. This wasn't fair to anybody and he hated it. But his attention snapped back up to his son at his voice and Sevilin swallowed his guilt and forced a smile, walkign to the table and plating some food for the boy as well as himself and a little bit for Nym as well. "Not for dinner...she made plans for the evening...so it's just us boys I guess." Watching the boy carefully as if to guage how he was going to take that.

She could hear that bottle of wine in her room getting warmer and warmer as she sat there with her son, who was more or less just laying there cuddled to Ashlyn and attempting to induce a reverie. Dead quiet in that room...okay let's do something. Thus petting through the boy's hair and taking to humming a particular little song. It had put her into reverie many a time when she was young and it worked wonders occassionally on Malikhai...well it had when he was still an infant.

Malik only smirked at her question. Might as well let her figure that one out on her own. but he wasn't oblivious to Zahara, and had a good idea where she would be going. Best to stop a potentially violent interaction. And lord knows if Zahara or Isle got hurt...he'd be in for a world of hurt from Piper.

"Isle...would you like to see the Vault?"


Broog looked at her gems and the arrangement, and gave a nod.

"Expurts dun means dat dey knows what youz would likes."

the the cauldrons got thier flames turned off, and the metal was poured out as searing liquid. Broog knew about Kieran's home, as he coudl smell the stone and the mountain. he knew Kieran's people did not live underground, but the smell about him spoke of moutainous places.

So each metal into it's own mold, tongs used to placed each mold into a bucket of icy water, very easy to maintain in the lower basment of a building already underground, with a loud searing sound.

Then each one place on teh table, cracked open with the tongs by bashing the side of the mold, and all teh mesh of metal picked up and started at diligently with various tools, flipping around magnifying glasses as needed while he carved, cut, etched and worked, picking up gems in the order she had arranged in the process.

"Oooo the vault, that sounds horribly intriguing. Is this the same vauly where you keep old jump in triplcate that's knee deep to wade through?" Oh yes, she remembered what Piper had said about that and well...of course she had to tease. With a victory under her belt she had to of course indulge herself in other things. "I suppose I could take a peek...long as you know, I don't get swept away in the sea of stuffs." Giving him a smile at that.

Sevilin didn't even get to his fork, he merely stared at his plate. Not because he was afraid of dying from it but because he just really really felt sick to his stomach all of a sudden...this day was getting perpetually worse. Though he felt his stomach clench when he looked to Zykariel as the boy pushed his plate away. Zahara would make them both eat...and berate them till they did.

But he gave a sigh and a nod to his son. "Yes...it's okay. Do you want to do it yourself or do you want help?" Playing into the boy's independent streak where he wanted to do such things by himself and Sevilin would merely be called up when he was ready for bed.

He nodded as his son toddled off and looked to the ferret who was happily munching dinner. "Is it good?" Getting a chitter back that said it was edible, but it still wasn't Zahara's. And he sat there for that fifteen minute period before he was called upstairs and he headed up, Nym coming with him and hopping to the boy's pillow as Sevilin took to tucking Zykariel in.

Sevilin brushed a hand affectionately through his sons hair, giving him a smile. "I love you...as big as the underdark..." because that was nightly tradition. But a hug and a kiss, making sure the boy was settled with Rawr and Nym before Sevilin left him, pulling his door too some. He stood in the hallway a moment before giving a sigh and heading back downstairs to his training room that doubled as his study sometimes. He had to finish these runes for Malik and that was what he was going to spend his night doing....yup, didn't even clean up the kitchen.

"A sea of stuff. Hmph. Hardly that bad."

But he did get up, and took Isle downstairs..rather casual, past one room with someone screaming in it. he knew why, and they damn well deserved to be screaming. in his opinion anyway.

Then past the fire illusion, up on the stepping stones that working in the floor illusion, and then the vault herself. he knew this combination well enough he could spin the cylinder and stop it at exactly the right moments.

then opening it up. the place radiated magical power, of a huge gamet. swords of various styles, black and red bladed katanas, rune scribed long swords, broadswords of who knows what metal, many glittering rings and amulets. suits of armor in various shades of black, gold, silver and red. though more than likely the silver was mithril.

Tomes of various sizes and subjects. bows and arrows of various sizes and types.

"Decades of conquest, exploration, and a few friendships of people long since past. Take a look around."


Broog shrugged.

"Broog dunno. maybez the fingerwigglers did it to broog."

Little tools in huge hands, but working fast and diligently. it didn't take him long, it never did when there wasn't anything specifically wanted. So a few more minutes, and then he had it ready. one necklace.

It was built to resemble stone walls, the three metals blending nicely and complentary, with the gems looking like they were fresh and ready to be mined out of the necklace.

"Youz like dis?"

The underdark was unaturally quiet this tidesin, and taking advantage of the relative lack of critters and creeps, a certain half-elf mingled about his business with ease. The first part of his task was to eliminate the southern wall near Puria as a source of entry for m;iscellaneous dangers and evils. That task was more suited for an earth based character, but the figure knew a few natural truths that made his task just as painless... but not as quite. If heated to a perticular degree, and left to cool, the rocks would not remain so rigid in place, and collapse. The rockslide that resulted would certianly deter any adventurous evil from approaching the peninsula from across the small lagoon that seperated the forest from the rockface. A hour perhaps, but no longer, it took for the half-elf to literally reshape the rockface to his liking. Since he was no longer able to stand guard, the potential gain and risk had to be removed.

The settled behind him, and he sat comfotably across a piece of coral that penetrated the water's surface not too far away from the shore. His keen senses hightened by his natural empathy literally lured him into this nice secluded spot, where the fires he needed to read a parchment would not draw the wayward eyes of anything larger than a bat. The parchment was made from a fibre taken from a plant that only grows in some places in the underdark, but was very useful for desposible paper. The rarity of the plant contradicted the use of the material, but the druids of the grove could care less. They could find any plant at any time, as long as they had one sample.

His instructions today came from the lower teer leadership ring, meaning, the druids that ranked just above himself. He was supposed to report to the "Shadow" and take further orders from there. Which, meant nothing to the young druid. It would be similar to ordering a foot soldier to take commands from a flage pole.

So, he sat on the reef, and merely dreamt of better days. Of course, time did not stay forever his friend, and the "shadow" came to him. It was a bird, a raven perhaps, but this druid would not know. Only two of the elders had seen the sun, and neither of them liked to talk about it. The 'Shadow' crowed, and balked at the young druid, who merely shrugged as though his insubordiance meant nothing.

"We are to be allies of the Fortress. You shall go." The bird spoke. The druid tiltied his head, and did not know what to think of that. "Alliances are important to survival." The bird instructed.

The druid shrugged.

"Liason."

The druid stared blankly.

"Justice."

The druid stood up, and dusted himself off.

"Justice would do well to remember his place."

That sparked some life into the young druid's eyes. He saw too many meanings with that phrase to pass head. "Which place might that be?"

This time the bird did not respond, and merely flew into the night. The young druid tossed his firre into the lake, and hopped back to land. The ripples of his steps did not go very far.

Of course being her, she liked weapons. Especially swords, thus of course she turned to him in interested manner, listening to what he had to say. It was rather interesting after all. "So then, they're all handy dandy when you need something in particular. I may be tempted to pack rat away such useful things as well. Never know when you may need something of this sorts." Turning to him and placing her hands on her hips. "So do tell, why did I get the honor to see all your coveted away stuff. Trying to butter me up for something?" She was ever playing, wans't she?

"I feel it."

Oh good...not because she wanted to leave him necessarily so much as he needed to get his reverie or else it would just be a bad scene when he got upset and cranky from that elven exhaustion. It was better to avoid the situation entirely. Thus pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Sweet memories."

He yawned and snuggled down against Ashlyn. "Tell daddy?"

"I will." Petting through his hair and giving a pet to Ashlyn as well, watching him slip off into reverie land before getting herself up. Well first things first...mental check on people. Hm, Malik and Isleandra were together...and in the vault. That was something she didn't want to touch. A little shake of her head at the possibilities before she headed back to her own room and yes settled down with that bottle of wine and the glass she had grabbed earlier. Well...it was still cold at least.