The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Ryvvik Dlardrageth: C

The True Enemy: C

"Seffia.." Ryvvik clutched his chest, he was still reeling from the news, a tragedy to be sure. Something he couldn't cope with, not at all. "She's.. Dead." It shouldn't have mattered, he had known her for some time, even before she had served under the Gralhunds. Yet still, he couldn't help but hold some kind of ache in his heart.

"They have the stone." Lord Cassalanter whispered. Mass had just finished, the two of them sat in the room. For once at a loss for words. He had never seen the lord so down and distraught, a face he most likely wished to shield from the other members. They had been so proactive, investigating their enemies, learning more and more but yet. The adventurers now had the stone of Golorr. Worse, Seffia was dead. "There's no use in this." The Lord stood up swiping his cape to the side he walked to a table in the room. Picking up a piece and moving it forward, occupying his mind. Ryvvik bit back tears, they were for the weak. Children wept, he had to take action. Seffia was dead. A possibility he knew existed but did not want to face. He stood up storming to the door.

"I shall mobilize them at once.. These.. Heroes will be flush out from the inside." He slammed a fist against the wall.

*BREEAOOK* The wall cracked with a spiderweb pattern shooting from it.

He caused the room to shake from his strength. 'Seffia.. How could you be so foolish.. How could you die?' He asked himself over and over. 'I.. needed you.' He thought somberly. The cause they had pledged themselves to.. The bonds they had formed in combat together. He wanted to pull the stone tablets from the floor and hurl it at the house of the adventurers. He bit back rage and anger, he would channel it into his attack. He turned to Victoro expecting an agreement.

"At once?" The lord looked away with a chuckle. "What of it? We lost the stone of Golorr!" He recoiled at the harshness of his lord's words "Seffia is gone my friend, she.. Is gone." His voice bordered on sorrowful. "Dlardrageth, Our chance.. The information we desire.. Everything I have worked for could be for not if we attack now recklessly." Lord Cassalanter sighed setting a hand on the temple walls. "I don't understand.. Is this truly the work of the 'Keepers of Chaos?' how do they thwart us? Are they the only entity? Confirmation.. Confirmation is required.." The Lord mumbled nodding his head.

"What?" He begged furiously. What on Toril could this man mean?! 'I?' Had he not made sacrifices? The things his friends had done?! He grit his teeth, had they not all worked tirelessly to try and further the goals of the faith? The goals of Lord Cassalanter? "Then my lord we get it back! We ambush them at their home!"

"And what if it is not only them? What if they are not the force we are fighting?" His lord spat back. "Who covers their exits? Who mangles the bodies so they may not be indicted on crimes against the city? Do you think they can simply slaughter those they find in wrongdoing without consequence? Who helps them?! Who wants this group to grow?!" The Lord raged, losing his usual calm tone. He reached to his side as if expecting a blade to be ready. Ryvvik hated it. He hated the inaction, and refusal to move. Who cared if they had help? Who cared about these issues? Was his Lord's ego so massive he needed these questions asked before they could make a move? He saw more decisions in Bishtek! "Dlardrageth I employ you to think! For once, look past your rage. Think, if we act recklessly, then we will be cut down. What if they are aided by the city? What if it is not even this group who has the stone? When we find it. We find who killed Seffia, who has harmed us."

"Perhaps.." he started, he did not like it, but he needed to listen at least for a moment. Ryvvik retrieved his black iron helmet and donned it once again. "Perhaps it is the harpers.. They have always attempted to thwart-" He began to suggest.