The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Markos Amanodel: CXI

CXI: Trapped

"Oh my various god's you know Falgin!" Markos squealed. Adleth was making her way to the condiments laughing with Herod and Alekzandr in another corner of the room. Elnaril looked a tad bit mortified though. "I'm Markos by the way." He held out a hand.

'You should've killed the Gralhunds! Wait that would've been rude.'

Elnaril raised a hand hesitantly. "I.. thought Falgin told me you were a boy.. What.." The Elf frowned. Markos gave a look to Renaer who was also just.. Kind of shocked clearly he hadn't noticed him the first time around. "Well, from the basis of what I've been told.. From our mutual friend. I hear you have a little problem with a little.. Shall I call him; bastard dagger?"

"That's a fitting description," Markos chirped.

"If you couldn't tell Markos.. Falgin had previous experience with him in the past which is why he sent me. I have also had an experience which as you can tell I'm still standing." Enaril grinned, his teeth were pearly white and his skin pale. In fact, it was.. Unnaturally pale.

'He's emo?'

"Huh, so you fought the old dull rod?" Adleth asked, she was currently sitting back in a chair listening to the opera with a drink in her hand. Markos couldn't help but feel a bit closer to her.

"Precisely that, I think nowadays he's seeming.. A bit duller." Elnaril grinned. "Last I remember you'd be lucky if cut by him to live. He was totally magical." The elf clapped. 'He's still nothing compared to her..' Markos thought.

"So you're saying." Vestus cleared his throat. "He's.. lost his edge?" Vestus gave a wide grin and everyone just groaned a little. Markos actually began thinking he knew the answer to this riddle.

"To be fair." He began explaining. "It does seem just based on his description of.. Shit." He realized only after he began the conversation that there was information he didn't want to divulge.

'On no, go on!' Shut up voice. Fuck oh fuck, he thought. That's never something he wanted to hear. Oh crap.

"Go on bitch boy." Adleth chuckled, Markos realized he'd given away the game.

"Ugh.. In my last encounter with Ant'tran.. And he uh offered me the knife." He said softly. "It seems he's burning through bodies in my opinion."

"What?" Adleth recoiled, the playful smile on her face was suddenly gone.

"Yeah, when I reached for the dagger he said something like.. Let's see how long this one lasts. So my theory is his power being godly in nature.. Destroys the bodies he's using." As soon as he said it Elanril began to pace muttering things under his breath. Was he close?

'If you just let them all know the greatness of their beings.. Maybe they'll all accept you!' He felt shaky. He hated getting reminders.

"I can explain a little bit more.. I assume you have interacted with him like that, he shares some bit of hatred with his creator. Or creators.. It is rumored there was another; Lolth the spider queen whom the drow pray to.. But the second.." Elnaril's voice trailed off. "Though the second one, and whom that is. Is a mystery that truly intrigues modern-day scholars." did Falgin not mention? He wondered.

Markos whispered into Elnaril's mind *"Nerull"* The elf paused, squinting like he was not sure of what he was hearing.

"How?" Elnaril frowned. Markos shrugged, the truth was his familiar was in his purse but that didn't matter. Let's let them think he has powers! Elnaril's lip trembled but he nodded, in shock. He could relate, the realization of such a force was.. Overwhelming.