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[Khal'zul Veldrin]

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The drow emerged from the fortress he had forged in stone and ice into the Sosarian sunlight. He clenched his eyes in a dash of pain, gnashing his onyx teeth in defiance. They looked as though they had been fashioned out of pure blackrock, fixed within equally unsettling purple gums.

"Cha'kohk nindol ssussun..." he muttered grumpily. No matter how long he spent on the surface it seemed he would never adjust to the fiery orb that now sat high above. At times he did yearn for the inviting, cool darkness of the twisting caverns of "home". But there was no time for sentiment now. His hunger for outside knowledge and magic was stronger.

Dagger Island was his new residence. Though it did provide a meager training and hunting grounds sufficient enough to sustain him, it did not satisfy his nagging need for new necromantic and psionic power. He had already grown bored with the countless ancient tomes and crumbling scrolls that filled his library. The human subjects he had acquired were already drained of life and no longer provided as entertainment for the aging drow.

Khal'zul adjusted his piwafwi, pulling the hood over his silvery mane. The elaborate spider-silk woven pattern of the garb reflected in the morning light, dancing along the ice before him. A barbed-leather gloved hand reached forth in a swiping motion conjuring his familiar Zirn. The bat shrieked and was quickly enveloped in an accompanying aura of poison.

He gazed momentarily upon his reflection in the ice in half-smiling approval. The sleeves of his robe were rolled up halfway, exposing two completely tattooed limbs. They glinted with a silvery shimmer and were illuminated by an eerie blue Faerie Fire. Purple energy raced along the markings of spiders and glyphs, crackling and hissing as they went. Uttering the magical incantation, his arms were extended with an artisan's grace, materializing a moongate before him.

Khal'zul stepped through the gate into the cool Umbran air and breathed a sigh of relief. This was the place he now wished to haunt and he was mentally and physically drawn to it. He could feel the Necromantic magic swirling in his bones and sense the restless dead around him. Teleporting and casting an invisibility spell on himself, he also assigned his own senses and vision to his familiar Zirn. With a shrill cry the bat flew into the heavy mist of the city.