Atlantic Roleplay Community Boards

[Alaundril Do'Rhett]

---

Alaundril arrived back to the Double Dagger quite angry. As he stormed into the nearly empty building, he kicked a stack of crates over and cursed for a few minutes. The anger in his had his blood on fire.
First that silly little half breed Matriarch ignores our call for aid. Then she does nothing as the Protectorate marches to our doorstep. Now a bloody Lich was telling the Matron and him what to do with those blasted SPYING ninja's and Lightsworn. If they are caught snooping around, then they will have no problems admitting it since they are working for this Lich Lord. If they do not, then they will answer to him directly, when we escort them to him.
With a growl of rage, the old drow kicked over the rest of the crates and stormed upstairs. The chaos boiling inside was hard to contain he found that pacing around the room seemed to make him less so. Seldom one to anger this way, he had not felt this way in centuries, and it had never controlled him so in the past. He breathed in and out, the rage passed...his thoughts became clearer then.
Cowards. The lot of them. The Matriarch more than anyone else. Leaving her station at the hour of need. Alaundril spit on the ground as he thought of this. In his times in the underdark, no female would get away from fleeing her post. Showing weakness when those in her command needed strength. He spit with anger again, She would be hunted and killed in a drow city. Strung up for all to see and there would be a new house taking her place. A stronger more deserving house.
The boss growled quietly as he felt the chaos within settling. His mind was becoming more what it used to be. He calmly pulled a piece of parchment from his desk and sat down to begin writing to this Lich. One he had seen several times lately, both in his private meeting with Warlord Shalcross and the meeting Darrien had with the Matron. Perhaps it was time to speak to these two about this Lich Lord that was going to be such a pain in their backsides. Contingency plans needed to be made.
But for now....a letter to Darrien should do for now. Lets see what arrangements can be made with our new...."Lord".

Lich Lord Darrien Church:

While I am not displeased to see the Matriarch's power waning, I am concerned of recent events and the changing of power. More so for the continuance of my business here in Umbra. Our organization would like to extend it's apologies for interfering in your governing of the city. As of late, we (those in the Drow Quarter) have taken to defending our own area, as the last person to hold power in Umbra did nothing to keep our enemies from waltzing around our section of the city. In fact, we have reason to believe that she was doing the exact opposite and undermining our operation by leaking information to our enemies. If you will have it, I would be honored to meet with you and speak about what the future of our Company will be. And given the latest....addition to our decree, I think some discussion is necessary. Arrangements between us need to be made if you are to take the governance of Umbra. I await your response.

-The Boss-
:S:

After letting the ink dry, he folded the letter carefully and sealed it with the typical red :S: seal. Then sent a servant to have the letter delivered to the Sepulcher.

[Darrien Church]

---

*A shambling corpse dressed in ornate robes appears in the drow-quarter and unfurls a large ebon-colored scroll as it begins to read:*

The Exalted Lich Lord Darrien Church
High-Priest of Oblivion
Overlord of Umbra and Southern Malas
Keeper of the Tome of Nizar
Holder of the Mirror of Morgaz
Protector of the Armour of Kabar
Wearer of the Ring of the Skull
Protector of the sacred Dogmas of The Stgyian Empire
Successor of Nizar, Azalin and Admoreth shall as per his vow to the Drow Matron, in full realization of the pact of alliance, permit your audience. A wraith shall be sent to bid you welcome when the appointed time draws nigh.