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| Family Troubles | |
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| Topic Started: Tue Oct 6, 2009 5:25 am (87 Views) | |
| Rithroc | Tue Oct 6, 2009 5:25 am Post #1 |
 
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The surface was a terrible place. Given the choice, Rithroc would never have come to the wicked, sun-scorched land, but vengeance drove him. Vengeance shaped his very being, and when vengeance called, Rithroc was powerless to refuse it. After grueling weeks of collecting information on the events that had transpired upon Tazdril's banishment (it had taken much time and effort. There were few officials who spoke of such things without proper payment, and few rogues about the city had been there at the time of the banishment), the dark elf had learned that his treacherous brother had been taken in by some guild of rogues that inhabited the surface world. The news struck Rithroc as odd, though. He new, as well as many of House Athlano, that Tazdril had a particular hate of the light, and a fondness for solitude. As the lone warrior moved, it was dark. He hadn't risked traveling at day, for the abhorred surface elves were cruel and hideous, and generally walked the plains in hours of daylight. He had come to some long-forgotten ruins, finally. This was his destination, where he learned Tazdril and his organization were hiding out. It wouldn't be long before he came across his knavish brother. It wouldn't be long before he could sink his blade deep inside his chest, and watch the life fade from his worthless lavender eyes. Rithroc smiled contently as he brought his blade close to his head. He grabbed hold of the end of his hair, and with a powerful wave of his right arm, strands of ivory-white hair fluttered softly to the ground. Repeatedly, the dark elf hacked at his long hair, bringing it down to what he imagined Tazdril's hair must have looked like, taking note of how long it may have grown since last he saw him. Soon, he would look exactly like his brother, if it weren't for the oddly-colored eyes he had failed to take into account. |
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Thu Oct 8, 2009 3:41 pm Post #2 |
 
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As Rithroc was doing his best to disguise himself like his brother, a soft humming could be heard in the ruins. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, and for a moment it was as if the very buildings were singing a tune. I'm the fly in your soup, I'm the pebble in your shoe... From the shadows, a man stepped forward, carrying a goblet as he approached the drow. The grin on his face was warm and soothing, and he extended the goblet with a wry grin. "Athlano...I've been looking for you. Another glorious night, isn't it? Come, have a drink with me." He swallowed deeply from the goblet, pausing for a moment before giving a content belch. "Drink up, and we'll go see how the rest of the family is doing. You know how they hate to be kept waiting..." The lich's words washed over him like smooth velvet, and his eyes twinkled merrily as he held the goblet, the red liquid in the glass swirling slightly with his hand. |
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| Rithroc | Sat Nov 7, 2009 10:40 pm Post #3 |
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The family? Rithroc nearly screwed up his face in disgust. The little traitor so quick to revoke his namesake? It didn't matter. Tazdril would pay for everything, and if he had it his way, so would this entire organization, starting with the man that stood before him, clearly an officer of some higher stature than his dirty brother. He eyed the goblet suspiciously as the man before him took a swig, and as it was offered to him, he coughed slightly, clearing his throat. Clearly this man was chummy with Tazdril, to some degree. He puzzled over how he might reply, as he was addressed as simply "Athlano", but rather informally besides. He took the goblet in hand, and not once did the possibility of treachery occur in the elder Athlano brother's thoughts, as he raised it to his lips and took a mouthful of the cool liquid. As he gulped it down, feeling the drink pass down his throat, and his stomach burble in response to the substance it had been fed. He lifted an eyebrow inquisitively, puzzling over the liquid's strange and exotic flavor. "Thank you, sir..." he began awkwardly, "but might I ask what I just drank. It has a... unique taste." |
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