A Dark Storm is gathering Options

[Jaxylir]

The hooded figure steps through the entryway leading through the large gathering hall. Water still rolling off of his lithe frame from the rainstorm outside. One look at this face and one might think that the storm was a reflection of his innermost thoughts.

"Why isn't this working out!!" he demanded to no one in particular. "I sit and sit and keep watch only to not feel that familiar feel anymore!"

Making his way to his room, his signature gray cloak, comes off easily and thrown onto the peghook on the fall wall. Hearing a slight knock at the door, the silver haired scout spins quickly facing the would be intruder to his silence. "Not now," comes the quick response.

Near silent footfalls signifies that his message was understood. "What is wrong with me? I need to go work this out. Something is wrong. I am not myself."

Opening the Ashwood cabinet in the corner of this quarters, he pulls out an ornate wooden box. Blowing off the dust from non use, he opens it with a creak. Taking a deep breath, he reverently picks up his beloved bow and places it on the silken cushions lining the interior of the box. "I dont' think you are what I need right now, Old Friend."

Carefully closing the box, he gently sets it on the bottom of the cabinet. Turning around, he starts to make his way to the door. One look into his eyes and anyone would no longer see the bright silver light brought on by his love of the Lady of the Forest. That bright silver flame was now replaced with the almost steel colored gaze of something more sinister. "Need to work this out!!"

[Jaxylir]

Storming through the rest of the Grand Halls of Lok-ri Manor, he doesn't stop at any hallway crossing. More than once did Bloodkin and Bloodless alike have to stop their tracks before stepping into his path. No one seems to bother speaking to him, not sure why, but maybe its for the best. He probably would bark back at anyone; maybe even the Dread Lady herself.

Only a couple more steps until he reachs the training halls and hopefully, he can finally rid himself of these dark feelings. They build and build and build. Ne'er a release in site. Just as he reaches for the door, he notices movement to his right.

"You've got to be kidding me," he grumbles.

Standing before him was yet ANOTHER green skinned smelly creature that seemed to have filled the Halls of this once proud House. This was one of the littler ones. "Goblin," was the only thing he said.

Quicker than a it takes the feathers to unfurl from one of his patented arrows upon firing, he reached out to grab the disgusting creature by the throat. Picking it up with the strength that he rarely shows, he lifts the creature so it was looking at it in it's crimson red eyes.

"You are not allowed in this part of the Manor maggot! Go outside with the rest of your garbage eating, foul smelling kind! These Halls were once private to only those of pure Elven blood. Now everywhere I turn, I find either punk green skins of your cousins or the white pasty looks of those Chaos folk. Everywhere!!!!"

With a slight grunt, he takes a step with his left foot and hurtles the goblin through the air and down the hall. Without waiting for the creature to land he turns back to the large black double doors and kicks them out with a loud bang and enters the Training Hall.

The last thing he hears as he enters the dark hall was the sound of flesh and bone striking something hard with a wet sickening splat. Only then did a ever so small grin find its way to the very right hand corner of his elven lips.

[Svisra]

((Not trying to hijack your thread but just felt like jumping in. Hope you don't mind )


“Don’t you like it?” a soft spoken voice asked.

“But that is all I have” a female druchii was crouched over a small wiggling form with her hand extended and cupping a wiggling worm.

A deep frown formed on Kyadriel’s face at the response of the infant nurgling shaking its head in protest. Then it crossed its wrinkly miniature arms and huffed. Kyadriel couldn’t help but emit a laugh and a half grin crimped her face.

“You know how much trouble I would get for bringing you here?” she asked with a quick check over her shoulder.

Kyadriel was just outside the walls of the great keep of House Lok-ri attempting to smuggle in her hapless pet she found in Gunbad. Turning back to the creature her face lit in a wide smile as the nurgling was rolling and tumbling around. The little squirt was dancing! “Oh if he only knew where he was and the danger he is in”, Kyadriel thought.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. It was such a bad idea to bring you here. If I tell any of my kin about you, well, they’ll kill you and do worse to me. If I give you to the greenskins, they’ll eat you,” her gaze fell away from the creature and her shoulders slumped.

A tiny little paw touched her finger tip and Kyadriel refocused on her friend. Its oversized green eyes, button nose and that wide spliced grin made Kyadriel just melt. How could such an insignificant animal make her feel this way? It wasn’t normal and not to mention highly frowned upon to even consider giving lesser life forms a second glance.

Kyadriel’s inward thoughts ceased as she heard the wail of another, it wasn’t druchii, more like goblin or at least it seemed like. With her quicken instinct she nabbed her pet and concealed him into her side pouch, dusted herself off, stood and shoved back her shoulders proudly and removed any emotions from her face. She strode off in the direction of the noise.

With her heels clicking in a rhythm on the marble floors inside the keep, she cast a side glance at the reflection of herself in the mirror aspect of the polished stone walls. What look back at her she thought, wasn’t a woman she recognized. Again refocusing forward down the hall she noticed a small lump of something that lay in a heep of broken limbs. She stood overtop what once was a goblin, hardly recognizable with its twisted facial features still caught in the horror of death. Kyadriel bit her bottom but remained ridgid in emotion. She thought of the little green monster in her pocket and swallowed back a choke that came into her throat. Again focusing forward with the same familiar slow pace of uncaring she continued further into the keep in hopes of coming to a solitary room where she could be alone and think.

[Svisra]

Kyadriel brushed her shoulder and hip against the frame of the doorway. She didn’t enter. With a slight tilt of her head and holding her breath she glanced inside. There was a wave of warmth that rolled over her cheeks from the room, a blazing fire burn in a hearth not far off which danced golden rays of burning flames on the slick black steel that a warrior was wearing.

Kyadriel was completely lost in thought as she stare at the warrior in the room. She was unnoticed thus far and lost in a daydream of what life was like for the male druchii up front in battle. Up front into the screaming faces of his victims. What it felt like to drive a blade into someone’s beating heart, to feel blood flow over your fingertips, to watch the pupils dilate into giant black moons in death’s embrace. What was it like to kill someone up close instead of by range and by silence? Kyadriel’s magic was cruel sure, but more often then not she didn’t see the distorted faces of death as would a warrior up front. She wasn’t fueled by the bloodlust of grueling predatory hand to hand combat.

Lowering her head and closing her eyes a brief moment in another thought she backed away from the door before the warrior caught notice of her.

Kyadriel joined this House to become something more then what she was. It was a better choice then being a shut-in arcane wielder that only crumpled inward by years of solitary for their endless appetite in dark magic. Here, among the House Lok-ri her skills would be of use and appreciated, even if they would never admit it.