Post by Carric on Sept 21, 2011 18:31:19 GMT -6
In the depths of Khyber, it waited. Brooding, a terrible, immortal creature who can only be known as The Dread waited for the perfect opportunity to break free and unleash its wrath upon the world. Its mind reached out into the world, the tendrils of its consciousness forcing their way into the minds of its foes, stealing away their ability to make their own choices.
Erv'dra sat over the desk, his hand clutching the quill so tightly that his fingers were aching. He couldn't loosen his grip, though, for the importance and urgency of the message that he was copying out. For the tenth time he wrote the same words upon the crumpled parchment and hoped that it, and the others, would reach their intended destination and fall into the correct hands.
Perhaps, then, the letters' recipients would be able to help him.
Days later, Breena wandered through the streets of Sharn, trying to avoid the various gangs that also roved the area searching for victims. She would be able to deal with them, she knew, for the dagger and sword at her belt were not just for show. However, it would be a lot of trouble and she didn't want to end up tangling with the law.
The lithe elf stopped when she saw a man crouched in the shadows, staring towards her with dark eyes that seemed to be filled with a deep need. "What is it?" she asked, seeing him and turning to address him. There was no subtlety that she observed at this moment, only the clear threat that her words carried, especially when accompanied by the placement of her hand on the hilt of her dagger.
"Your help is required," the man said, inching towards Breena while attempting not to provoke any violent reaction, for he knew that the elf woman was volatile. That was good for the job that she was being offered. "Please," he continued, "Meet me in Khyber's Gate tomorrow. The fate of Breland -- nay, the world -- may hang in the balance."
Slightly shocked by the strange appearance of the man and the piece of parchment, Breena sighed and decided that she would probably follow through with it. Still, the thought of going to Khyber's gate did cause her to shudder.
Khyber's gate -- the mere name caused many things to come to mind, including violence and random acts of crime. It was in Khyber's Gate, the lowest slum of all Sharn's low slums, that anyone could get away with practically anything. It was also a great meeting place for those that wanted to evade notice, because most of the other people were too drunk to remember anything.
Breena disappeared into the streets, casting a glance back towards the man in the streets, but he was already gone, probably to deliver an identical message to another...
Erv'dra sat over the desk, his hand clutching the quill so tightly that his fingers were aching. He couldn't loosen his grip, though, for the importance and urgency of the message that he was copying out. For the tenth time he wrote the same words upon the crumpled parchment and hoped that it, and the others, would reach their intended destination and fall into the correct hands.
Perhaps, then, the letters' recipients would be able to help him.
Days later, Breena wandered through the streets of Sharn, trying to avoid the various gangs that also roved the area searching for victims. She would be able to deal with them, she knew, for the dagger and sword at her belt were not just for show. However, it would be a lot of trouble and she didn't want to end up tangling with the law.
The lithe elf stopped when she saw a man crouched in the shadows, staring towards her with dark eyes that seemed to be filled with a deep need. "What is it?" she asked, seeing him and turning to address him. There was no subtlety that she observed at this moment, only the clear threat that her words carried, especially when accompanied by the placement of her hand on the hilt of her dagger.
"Your help is required," the man said, inching towards Breena while attempting not to provoke any violent reaction, for he knew that the elf woman was volatile. That was good for the job that she was being offered. "Please," he continued, "Meet me in Khyber's Gate tomorrow. The fate of Breland -- nay, the world -- may hang in the balance."
Slightly shocked by the strange appearance of the man and the piece of parchment, Breena sighed and decided that she would probably follow through with it. Still, the thought of going to Khyber's gate did cause her to shudder.
Khyber's gate -- the mere name caused many things to come to mind, including violence and random acts of crime. It was in Khyber's Gate, the lowest slum of all Sharn's low slums, that anyone could get away with practically anything. It was also a great meeting place for those that wanted to evade notice, because most of the other people were too drunk to remember anything.
Breena disappeared into the streets, casting a glance back towards the man in the streets, but he was already gone, probably to deliver an identical message to another...