Sigil: City of Doors

Itzalia noded and grined faintly. Then looked at Ra'Zeth and gestured him to come over.

- To the Hive then.

The drow arched a brow at Itzalia, then hesistantly approached...

"If this is about throwing a bunch of valuables into poor people, we can think of something better..."

Itzalia sighed and rested her hands on her hips.

- Are you going to question everything again, or are you here to learn a bit ?

She then moved in the direction of the Hive expecting to be followed.

Behind them the warlock assumed his human form. Shrienking slowly and the demonic flesh vanishing beneath the metal until entirely gone underneath the black surface. Cascade of metal pieces was soonafter heard singing as they hit each other and the floor.

Regarding the pair passivly it was quite clear that he would not partake in this but allow them to find their own path to complete this. They had not been working well together and that was something they had to learn together.

"Some traditions must be kept, others discarded.Use cunning where might cannot prevail. It is her thoughts about you that must be broken. Go and break them!"

Itzalia smirked, leading the drow into the hive making sure that both of them where hooded.

- Right first task of every wanabe doomguard is quite simple...

She handed him a bag containing 500 gold coins

- You've been a taker, now you're going to give... We're going to head to a public place and you're going to scatter all this money. Take it as charity or whatever, but a riot will surely ensue and that's the idea, you do not drive the multiverse towards entropy without creating some mess. Each battle, each moment of anger, or argument are like a drop of water in the foundation. One day it'll be rotten enough for us to just kick it down. Or at least that's how I see it... questions ?

The drow rolled his eyes beneath the hood, grabbing the bag and poking a small hole in it with a hidden blade from within his adamantine bracer.

"None. I got a better idea than having some low-lives tear eachother apart over the money..."

He let the bag hang from his hand, a coin or two escaping the newly cut hole, creating a trail that quickly attracted the aforementioned low-lives. He didn't bother to walk quickly, silently counting the coins as he took a lengthy path to a nearby Harmonium outpost.

"Lets see what happens, when I do this..."

He then hurled the remaining coins, a good three-hundred, at the complex's entrance, taking a few steps back as he watched the ensuing chaos.

As expected some low lives followed and tried thier chance rushing at the outpost trying to grab the coins. Some harmonium rookies did exactly the same, before they got yelled at by their officers. It was too late though and the confusion had already began, hits where exchanged and the situation escalated quickly.

Itzalia blinked and remained voiceless for a few second before she had a cruel chuckle.
- Good one... Let's get the feck out of here...

And so the two black-clad figures vanished into the quickly gathering crowds, leaving behind another seed of strife and chaos. The drow was silent on their way back, not saying anything to his companion unless they spoke first.

Arriving back into the dank, fire lit halls of the Armory, they would've sought out Mauric again and report their success to him.

"Five hundred shiny seeds of chaos bloomed, and destruction and strife were their products. The first task is complete, Doomlord, what now?" the drow asked the Doomlord in a neutral tone, letting his feelings of the past day remain hidden.

((It's time we get on with this. Have permission to EM this on the condition that my character have no further involvement as I told you both. Do you prefer to continue in game or here?))

Ra'zeth found Another doomguard awaiting him when he returned to the Armoury. Regulator Riamh. Explaning the three subfactions he offered the more moderate option to the extreme destroyers. The task Ra'zeth was given of keeping a Dabus from harvesting Razorvine for a full day succeeded without any difficulties. The ingenuity kept the drow from harming the servant of the Lady by letting a Rust Monster dissolve the cutting tools. Thus his initiation rites was completed.