McIan
Journeyman
Alicia Faye, owner of the estate known as Dominion Vault, discovered a sealed letter pinned to the door. It was addressed to Magnus. Knowing him well, as he made his home there, she placed the letter on a table atop her establishment. She did so with full confidence that he would find it there waiting for him.
Magnus found it shortly, and opened it.
“Greetings Magnus,
You do not know me but I am a friend nonetheless. We have a common adversary whom I shall not name. I know he has debased and humiliated you and seeks to keep you under his thrall forever.
I am among those who devised and aided in his restoration from the unnatural, hideous, being he was. Yes, we dark elves gave him a wondrous gift; he became one of us. Yet in his human pride he despised and brought death upon us in our own city. He was forced to rectify some of it in return for his miserable life, but not for me. He will be made to suffer in the vein that only we, drow, can devise and inflict. Vengeance and vendetta is our game, and the game is on with him.
I am offering you the same way out. I know your release from the curse you bear would annoy him greatly.
Do not doubt that we have formulae and rituals unknown to humans, surface elves, or gargoyles. They are ancient, rare, delicately administered, but consistently successful. If you wish to be free of this living death, contact me. Put a message on the public board at the tavern across from this place. State simply, “I am willing.” I will find you and we shall go from there.
For vengeance,
Jexmir”
Magnus read it. The unearthly fire in his eyes grew in intensity. He imagined the life with Virani at his side, as before, when she loved him as a man, whole, strong, handsome, virile, not this skeletal monster he had become.
Drow. Could he believe him?
Was their love worth the risk?
He set the note aflame while watching it crumble to ash.
He then set out for Alderia’s Oasis.
Magnus found it shortly, and opened it.
“Greetings Magnus,
You do not know me but I am a friend nonetheless. We have a common adversary whom I shall not name. I know he has debased and humiliated you and seeks to keep you under his thrall forever.
I am among those who devised and aided in his restoration from the unnatural, hideous, being he was. Yes, we dark elves gave him a wondrous gift; he became one of us. Yet in his human pride he despised and brought death upon us in our own city. He was forced to rectify some of it in return for his miserable life, but not for me. He will be made to suffer in the vein that only we, drow, can devise and inflict. Vengeance and vendetta is our game, and the game is on with him.
I am offering you the same way out. I know your release from the curse you bear would annoy him greatly.
Do not doubt that we have formulae and rituals unknown to humans, surface elves, or gargoyles. They are ancient, rare, delicately administered, but consistently successful. If you wish to be free of this living death, contact me. Put a message on the public board at the tavern across from this place. State simply, “I am willing.” I will find you and we shall go from there.
For vengeance,
Jexmir”
Magnus read it. The unearthly fire in his eyes grew in intensity. He imagined the life with Virani at his side, as before, when she loved him as a man, whole, strong, handsome, virile, not this skeletal monster he had become.
Drow. Could he believe him?
Was their love worth the risk?
He set the note aflame while watching it crumble to ash.
He then set out for Alderia’s Oasis.