Uraj
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"It is done." The doors to the drow slave gates closed and the one known as Uraj Letum was released unto those who sought a blind faith in him. With drow eyes watching as he and the group departed that small portion of the Underdark, Uraj slowly faded in and out of consciousness.
"Be still, Val'danis… your new home will come to you soon," spoke a black robed figure to him.
While he was dragged upon the back of a larger robed figure, Uraj managed to come awake to see the blackened, shrouded ruins of the place he once called home. Arnath. The apocalypse that ravaged that place would fade into a shallow memory as the place that would be revealed to him would hold a greater splendor.
"Many of our kin fell to save you. Surveyed the history of Narfell and those around it," a red robed individual sat at the end of a long marble table, "Do not be alarmed, I am not a Red Wizard. Far from it. But we are here to serve the Vaunted as you have so eloquently done for the time you have been here."
Uraj awoke to find himself propped upright, his Jiyyd-craft helm sitting before him, elven chainmail already adorning his body. He remained silent, as usual.
"I am a few ranks under the Vaunted's Chosen. But I do believe that for a time you were his favored in this region, until you mingled with the drow. Correct?"
Uraj did not respond.
"Well, obviously you're wondering what has happened thus far. I'm sure you're glad to know that your drow mistress is no longer in the area. Dead or not, the illithyrri did not tell us. An anonymous tip led us to you and a deal as set. What the deal was, is between Velsharoon and Bane. Yes, we acquired the assistance of the Black Hand. Surprised?"
His eyes wandered, the long room looked like it was meant for dining, draped with scarlet cloth at the sides which gave the room its blood red tinge. He felt at home.
"I suggest you search your surroundings. Many of your friends and enemies have either grown, departed, or died. This is natural. I'm sure you're aware that the voices of your fallen brothers and fallen mentor have dwindled. Your madness has been remedied in one degree or another by the drow. Yes, we know much about you, Val'danis. Don't worry, we won't ever blackmail you... we enjoy the work that you do."
"We?" Uraj finally asked.
"Those who serve dark gods... that is all you should know." The red robed figure rose from his blackened seat of tribal patterns and extended a hand to Uraj. "Sleep. Your new home is now the Lost City... Oscura."
And for some reason, a power beyond his own... Uraj slept.
What remained to echo through his consciousness is the call to "Seek those of the Black Hand."
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//Cool post, and nice background.
Look forward to seeing Val' IG and around Oscura. :twisted://
