Blowing Air On Fire

[*Krayt]

Clad in a dark tattered robe with a hood. A mask seemingly made out of a humanoids skull covered his face. The sweltering air convlused and flickered. He stared at the shadows dancing led by the movements of the flames. This flame howver he had not seen born unlike the one raging outside. Discolouring the rigorous stone and iron room in amber and black. He remained long after Yanek had left him to his own thoughts.

A master piece had been played and he would sought to enhance it ever further. Just as the flames could never touch the evasive shades and the shadows only counter the movement of the billowing light this was the life he had led. The true enemy and hinderance never to be engaged. This play of shadows however was most real. If war was to break out he needed to gain the upper hand by surprise. Of course nothing would stop the Doomguard t simply hand him to the Harmonium, but there was a feeling, a glimse of providence telling him the true player here had far more planned than simply killing him. Although the numerous enemies he had made during his few years surely wished for his demise, yet there were simpler methods by far.

He had played the role of the innocent perhaps it was now time to mantle the role of the guilty. To unmask the lie and claim victory by a truth? Not an option, a greater lie was the answer. To bring a piece of the Blood War into Sigil, the mere thought a danger in itself. Yet it was a silent war that alredy existed within, water on this seed would make it bloom beautifully. To orchestrate a conflict whose like had never been seen before that was the ambition now.

Fine wine and entertainment all for free it had been a good day indeed. Proper thanks in proper forms was due.

Eftsoons Yanek would recive a letter:

Expect my absence in the comming Days. I will return however. There be no hinderance to state my presence within the Armoury even would I be elsewhere.

M

[*Midnight]

Should Mauric attempt to leave the Armoury he would be stopped by the tiefling Spragg

"Not that way cutter. There is a group of men outside waiting, they are in their own clothes and I doubt they are here officially but I recognize them. They are all hardheads and I think they are looking for you."

[*Krayt]

He gave the tiefer a appreciative nod. "Stall them botchers of decay will you?"

He turned about and headed for the ancient tunnel. He walked in a normal pace showing very little symptoms of stress.

[*Midnight]

Spragg nods usually a nervous man he seems filled with a steely resolve.

"Of course. They aren't coming in without a warrant and our own high ups are pulling every trick they can to make sure they do not get one."

The by now familiar sights and sounds of Undersigil stretch out before Mauric. Dripping sewage and the skittering of far off spiders.

[*Krayt]

He hurried through the dank darkness. These tunnels was well known and traveled through with ease. Still masked with his skull and dressed in his tattered black robe. If the jounrney was eventless he would soon thereafter arrive at the Temple of the Abyss seeking a audience with someone higher in the hierarchy.

[*Midnight]

He enters the temple from below and is first met by a pale skinned red haired alu fiend, a holy symbol of Malcanthet around her neck. Clad in scant silks she places a hand on Mauric's arm squeezing at whatever muscle she finds there beneath his robed disguise.

"What brings you to the temple by such a way and in such a hurry? Are you in trouble? Have you done something bad?"

Her voice is a soft purr as she gets uncomfortably close he can smell her perfume. Yet something sinister lurks in her smile clearly she sees his seemingly desperate flight as an opportunity.

[*Krayt]

He pretended feel uncomfortalbe by squirming slightly by her touch. It wasn't a strong arm behind that fabric she could tell that much. Attempting to lure her to belive she had him were she wanted him.

"That's verily true. And more ill may spill from it yet I fear. Were one to.. pry another hole into the leaking cask I fear." Said with feign unsecure voice.

[*Midnight]

Sensing weakness, or at least thinking she does she pushes herself closer, one hand on his chest pushes him back against the wall the other begins to stroke down his face and he senses her Tana'ri blood gives her more strength than her slender frame suggests.

"Oh dear. You will want help, shelter from all the.... probing."

She grins at him.

"We can help you here, if you can help us."

[*Krayt]

Taking a few awkward set backwards until his back is fixed against the wall. Pretending to cringe at her touch.

"Indeed I won't survive very long on my own. W-what will you expect in return for shielding me?"

[*Midnight]

There is a titter of laughter as he asks and she leans even closer he feels hot wet breath on his skin as she whispers into his ear.


"You could deliver something for me. A gift for a friend of mine. Do that and I will introduce you to someone who can hide you. Fair?"