7 - 037: An Army of the Dark

[K Man]

Londo and Graak - Xio's face somehow twists, yet remains faceless. If you imagine it just right, you'd believe it was a smile.



"Adrian? I've not heard that name in some time and was certain it was erased from the annuls of history...

...or at least I demanded that it be." Xio shifts his bulk, getting acclimated to his previous form again.

"Adrian was a member of my clan...'the best'... as those that knew him would claim. He was silent as snowfall and more deadly than any snake. When I demanded assassination, he would not only slay the target, but anyone in contact with the target and that included children as they slept soundly in their beds."

"It was this way for many years, until he met a woman."

"I never did learn her name for he would not divulge it, but he stated simply--'I could not kill her'. He returned from a mission empty-handed and with glazed eyes. I suspected magic, but was shocked to learn that his failure to complete my mission was due to love - pure and true."

"He threw down his blade, claiming he wanted nothing more of this and that he had found a reason to live a pure life. He begged mercy, proclaiming he would never reveal our secrets..."

"...but he knew the code."

"I had him snatched and thought of a special pain for Adrian, instead of death. He was to wander the lands without memory and the inability to create new ones. Using a power not unknown to me, I brewed a drink that would leave his mind a useless bag of fluid in his skull."

"I had him drug away from the camp, fed the potion and left for dead."

"I imagine, with the potency of the potion, he died soon after...unable to remember to feed his own mouth."

Xio's pupil-less eyes focus slowly over you. Curious if there is more you wish to know.
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Drop'Gar and Elxethan - Elxethan remains in the warehouse, preforming blinded magic, trying to adapt to a sightless existence.

Drop'Gar, in the meantime, shuffles across the street using a magical disguise to enter Arturick's. Inside, the place is in full swing. Sweat and drink mix with cacophony of noise and gyrating bodies. The stench is enough to make one, unaccustomed to the scene of a whorehouse, vomit.

Immediately, you are grabbed at the arm by a man with a scowling look. He is about six feet tall, slender with hair of the deepest ebony. A slight goatee graces his face and his skin is pale as though the very thought of light disgusts him.

You also notice his skin is cold.



"You're late."
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[Japic]

Well, well, well, could this be Arturick? {Does this one's voice match the one asking questions of Satara last night?}

Assuming it is, Sata doesn't try to pull her arm from his grasp, instead she speaks cooly to him. Drop'Gar tries to use the same deferrant tone that Satara took with him last night. Her voice is low and her eyes dart about trying to make sure no one is evesdropping on what she has to say.


"Sorry sir, I was in town looking for something to help the cause. Some additional... incentive. All will be well."

Assuming that he will let her go Satara will retreat to the bar to do the job that she was doing yesterday when we met her.

[Toptomcat]

(...tell me, KMan. Does Xio's underbelly also have 'armor plating', if of a lighter nature than I see on his back, or is it a slick wet surface like most snail-worm-type creatures have?)

[Wizard]

Next, Elxethan gives a part of his mind its own existence, as the First Formation. It's a part of him he likes the least---and that's why he chooses it. Predatory, confident, and razor-fast. Always alert, and always ready to kill.

An intellect made to hurt people.

[BluSpecs]

Londo holds his actions to see what Graak's next move will be.