Nathvas crammed himself into a corner in the bar, trying to make himself go unnoticed as much as possible. He even went so far as to forgo his normal wizard clothes for a set of slightly ragged travelers clothes. He rubbed his fingers along the rim of his glass, impatiently waiting for a certain man to come out. In a swift motion, he brought the glass to his mouth a and gulped down the whiskey inside. After finishing the drink, Nathvas bite down on the edge of the glass, anger simmering. Tonight he was going to do something unusual for him. Tonight he's going to indulge in his drow heritage and revel in what they do best. Torture, maim and murder.
After a long breath, Nathvas calmed himself.
"You've waited six years, you can wait a few more hours" He reminded himself mentally as he placed the glass down. He pushed it away and grabbed the nearest waitress, a young human slave.
"I'll take the rothe stew." He ordered, even though he didn't need food but he had a act to up hold. Disguises weren't one of his strong points, but with some spells and a few pointers from the Dark Blades, Nathvas was fairly confident his disguise would hold up. Within a few minutes, the stew arrived, and Nathvas made sure to take his time as if he was enjoying it.
About half way threw his meal, a violet clad drow walked down the stairs with a scar under his right chin and across the right side of his neck. Nathvas grinded his teeth, attempting to remain calm. The violet drow moved to the bar, attempting to get one of the waitress's attention. Nathvas dropped a few coins on the table for his meal and slowly stood up. He moved to the bar himself and started following the bartender who was moving in the same direction of his prey.
"Barkeep, would you have any bottles of red wine for sale?" He asked, keeping pace with the over burden Barkeep. A simple grunt was the only reply as bottle was pulled from under the counter.
"Five silvers." He grumbled, holding his hand out. Nathvas pulled out the coins, and held his hand out for the bottle. With a subtle move of two fingers, he used his telekinesis spell to knock the glass of the orc sitting next to the violet drow over and spill onto the drow.
Of course, the drow toke offense and proceeded to slam his fist into the orc, knocking him over a table. After that, choas broke loose with chairs being slammed across backs, bottles thrown, and fist flying. Nathvas used this opportunity to grab the back of the violet clothed drow and teleport them away to a dark seclude cave. The drow immediately turned to Nathvas and attempted to stab him but the blade bounced off the protective magic.
Nathvas went into another spell casting, and the drow desperately slash at his neck but again failed. With his spell done, Nathvas threw it at the violet drow. It passed threw his innate spell resistance with ease and burrowed into his muscles, paralyzing him.
Then Nathvas pulled out a mithril chain, and started another spell casting. After the final gesture, the chain enlarged and became see threwish. Guided by his fingers, the chain wrapped itself around the drow. Once sure the chain would restrain him once the paralzation spell wore off, Nathvas pulled out a vial and started to sprinkle some kind of clear fluid on the drow's arms and legs.
"Garrrdee laathhraa llaahh daa ssshhdee." He spoke clearly and slowly, enjoying the drows terrified expression. After the last
syllable was uttered, the drows arms and legs burst into flames. With the sudden pain, the drow was able to break the paralzation spell but the ethereal chains
restrain him as the futile tried to put out the flames.
Nathvas merely stepped back, a small smile of satisfaction on his face. The drows screams of agony, and the smell of charred flesh was beautiful to him.
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(OOC: only Xullrae will be in for the moment, and I'll let her player decide how she enters. sorry for the delay, we'll be moving to the inn
shortly where the rest of the players may step in.)
