The crazed pureblood yuan-ti ran out of the Foul old spirit inn, the interior still speckled with flames and his burning assailants - how could they dare threaten him, dare to ask him to remove himself. They were not so cocky now he thought, rolling on the inn floor consumed with flames. Weak and pitifull creatures, all worth the effort...
Disappearing into the unseen, he fled the bazaar, a commotion starting outside, people drawn to the explosions.
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Edvard Morner - Journal
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Deep in the Hive a hooded person sits at a table in a bar, writing in a journal. The etablishment not one of the finest of the kind, inhabited by all manner of hiver folk, cooling their heels and talking the daily chant.
Journal Entry, Making Enemies -
Today I witnessed that marvellous fiendling beat a drow female to bloody pulp, quite the pleasing scene, I urged her to strike the final blow and end the other women, but she was weak and refused, even after expressing her hate for the drow over some foolish matter of her trying to end the life of the prescious fiendling offspring.
For the time being, a keen eared fool do-gooder wouldn't even let the drow bleed on the cobble stones outside the bazaar and tended to her wounds, dragging her off to the inn.
The fiendling turned to me and asked if I was able to examine her offspring for damage. As if I cared, I laughed at her letting her know how meaningless her child was to me. She stormed off to the inn shortly after and I followed, as did others, although the fiendling quickly left.
Inside the inn I watched the fools gather around the wounded spider-kisser. I lured from the unseen, waiting to see if any of her enemies would strike at her. I revealed myself and again reminded a spitefull hin, also loudly naming reasons to kill the wounded women - drow are wicked and cunning actors, an enemy to strike at while it is weak.
But none of them would listen to me, of course and their futile emotions had them turn on me, their voice of wisdom. The foolishly heroic elf dared to threaten me on my life should I not leave them. The others formed a circle around me and dared to back up the keen eared oaf's words and when that brutish nord thought to shove me, I faded from wiew, only to return and set the room ablaze - leaving my would-be assailants low, dispatched of ever so easy.
I am not certain whether the authorities will persue me for this slip of destruction, although I would do best to keep out of sight for the time being. All in all, a fine day.
Journal Entry, Making Enemies -
Today I witnessed that marvellous fiendling beat a drow female to bloody pulp, quite the pleasing scene, I urged her to strike the final blow and end the other women, but she was weak and refused, even after expressing her hate for the drow over some foolish matter of her trying to end the life of the prescious fiendling offspring.
For the time being, a keen eared fool do-gooder wouldn't even let the drow bleed on the cobble stones outside the bazaar and tended to her wounds, dragging her off to the inn.
The fiendling turned to me and asked if I was able to examine her offspring for damage. As if I cared, I laughed at her letting her know how meaningless her child was to me. She stormed off to the inn shortly after and I followed, as did others, although the fiendling quickly left.
Inside the inn I watched the fools gather around the wounded spider-kisser. I lured from the unseen, waiting to see if any of her enemies would strike at her. I revealed myself and again reminded a spitefull hin, also loudly naming reasons to kill the wounded women - drow are wicked and cunning actors, an enemy to strike at while it is weak.
But none of them would listen to me, of course and their futile emotions had them turn on me, their voice of wisdom. The foolishly heroic elf dared to threaten me on my life should I not leave them. The others formed a circle around me and dared to back up the keen eared oaf's words and when that brutish nord thought to shove me, I faded from wiew, only to return and set the room ablaze - leaving my would-be assailants low, dispatched of ever so easy.
I am not certain whether the authorities will persue me for this slip of destruction, although I would do best to keep out of sight for the time being. All in all, a fine day.