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 Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 8:15 pm
Along side the road that was in the center of the tunnel leading to the main bridge into Au Shinduago, a being hide in the darkness. No eye saw him, no heat escaped him. He was there and yet no one knew, not an animal twitched its nostril at the scent of his sweat because there was none. Gone was the brimstone odor that had always clung to his body, one of the curses of his birth. Gone too was the glowing eyes that often gave away his people, for his eyes were like those of his God now, changing with his moods.
Summoning his magic about him, Val'atar strode into the shadows, cutting a path deftly to his chambers within his hanging fortress. Only he knew the magic to enter the room. Only he knew the key to portal magic within the city itself. He had built it that way and he knew each brick, each deposit.. each bubble of the radiation that kept his city safe.
Smiling slightly, he moves to the walk in closet and selects his outfit from the many within. Something that would be fitting for his return, yet easy to move in and would augment his abilities. In the end he settled on a dark tunic and his magical piwafwi. Arming himself with his wands and a few other magical goodies, he strides to a full length mirror and looks at himself. Willing his eyes red, a slow, cruel smile spreads across his features as he gazes upon his physique. He looked young, powerful, wickedly cruel and yet exotic and tempting to the eye. His mother had done well to copulate with a Shadow Demon, thou it had ultimately cost her life, she had seen that her family would rule for generations. Val'atar Druu'giir was the epitome of Drow and Demon combined into a package of sadist, dominating evil and cruel lust. He had lain many wives and lovers to the dirt and created many more tieflings that carried his tainted blood. His mother would have been proud.
Turning from his image, he glanced around once more briefly, then motioned an arcane gesture and cast a spell. Instantly he was carried to the city square, while in his mind he prepared another spell.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 7:09 pm
"Well, its clear your plan worked the best."said Valdaer shifting around in an attempt to get comfortable.
Irrafay let her sharp eyes hit him,"Oh, really? Your tone doesn't show any gratitude toward my efforts."
"I'm sorry if I don't feel happy, but it rather hard given the smell coming for the wagon in front of us." He turned toward the back of the wagon.
Irrafay let her eyes roll up as if asking for something, but then they went dull and looked down at the ground. "I think we should throw the letter away."
"Why?" His head snapped back towards her.
"Mom's letter only showed us how to get here. Not to what we're suppose to do in our lives. Plus I don't want to live as she dictates. She's dead, we're alive. There is a reason why."
Valdear didn't say anything, he let the words seep in and then reached into the his inner pocket. The letters edges were crumpled and ripped and with one flick of the wrist it flew out and landed on the ground. He bit his lip as he lost sight of it and then went back to trying to ignore the smell.
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