In A Dark Room Somewhere In Sshamath...

[paragon_nemesis]

He sat in the darkest corner of the room. A single purple light lingered above him, dancing gently back and forth. His ocean blue eyes observed it slightly before looking back into the room of those all about him. And how foolish they were for paying him no heed. He wears a big hat with a big blue feather to match his eyes. A very expensive rapier sheathed on his side. His feet on the table crossed comfortably. Fingers intertwined behind his head as he leans back in the chair relaxing. His onyx black skin gleaming in the different colored lights of the underdark. At first glance, he appears every bit a pirate as any other, other than he seems very well up-kept. After a short observation, it's easy to tell he's much more than that. A cocky smirk on his face, for he knows that he will have quite an interesting meeting coming to him very soon. After all. It isn't every cycle that one gets to have a meeting with such an intruiging individual such as the revered eye of the circle. Not every cycle indeed. His heavily enchanted gear almost raidiating as he rocks back and forth a moment before lighting what the kivvil may call a cigar. He's become quite fond of them after taking several trips to the surface and making some trade with the kivvil. He thought once of joining the 7th circle, or perhaps other means of gain. Yet in the end it seemed more beneficial for him to just remain freelance. His cocky smirk only grows wider as he considers the endless possibilities. Especially with all of the new kivvil allies he has aquired. He is indeed pleased with himself this cycle. He non-chalantly yawns as he takes a big swig of this kivvil drink he discovered on his most recent trip to the surface. "Rum" they called it. He reminds himself as to not forget to buy more next time he goes up. He sits patiently in the corner awaiting news from the bat he sent to seek out Valshar, the revered Eye of the 7th Circle. They would have word exchange this cycle.

[Aelcar]

He raised his head slowly from the alchemist workbench, sensing one of his servants approaching. Despite his orders not to be disturbed. This Vampire would experience first hand the effects of the sunburst weave on her skin...His hands, however, stopped in the process of tracing the arcane symbols in mid air when he saw the bat in the hands of the creature. A message. Surely, this must be Konravian's brother, he thought. I didnt expect it any later...Chuckling, he took the message with one hand, and scarred the blood drinker's face with a maximised burning hands weave with the other. Insubordination should never be encouraged, regardless of the circumstances...

[paragon_nemesis]

The letter attached to the bat would read: "Usstan heard dos are looking for someone in ussa particular skill field. In regards to the ruins. Perhaps we could negotiate a trip through them. Free of charge of course. Due to the strong quel'lar ties dos have to Drekk. Usstan having a couple drinks close to the normal meeting place. Let ussa know how dos quarth to proceed." - Rykenth *The letter is scripted in flawless handwriting with lots of fading big swoops, often a sign of confidence.*

[Aelcar]

*he nodded, slowly* exactly what I was looking for...time to bear the unpleasant Curse's light once more...