The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Ryvvik Dlardrageth: CXIII

House Dlardrageth: CXIII

"Sir Dlardrageth, -Uhg!" Ryvvik shoved the follower aside, nothing would stop his rapid pace. With a rapid ascent, he threw open the two doors letting light seep into the once dark hallway behind him.

"Sulq fw xe walq zaqyzmyr, dyz zmawy suzm marlw myir. sy wmidd duwzyl ul siuzulq vorv qujy haf xe lys jauty orap myry." The prayer hymn was slow and beautiful to the ears, punctuated only by the furious screams from sacrifices. Ryvvik entered the chamber, the center of the cross-shaped room was full. Fifty-something; brothers, sisters, and siblings alike all gathered around a central pentagram carved into the floor giving prayer. He held out his arms in careful meditation taking a long breath of the incense offerings in the air. The room was bright and full of life, not counting the recently butchered corpses spilling blood and entrails all over the temple's center. However, he wasn't there to join in the rituals, he was there to plan ahead.

"Mm," Ryvvik grunted, he marched into the sacrifice, pushing through any would-be followers. For the briefest of seconds, he indulged in his rage, letting the path of anger guide him.

Arms raised high with a dagger in his hand Lord Cassalanter stood at the opposite side of the temple, directly under the tall golden statue of Asmodeus. The high priest's face was covered by a golden mask and his words were echoing throughout the temple, not that he was listening. No, the time for listening had long since passed. There were too many things at stake now, and far too many losses to justify the course of action which had been planned. With a few grunts and angry huffs, he shoved people aside, gaining access to the temple steps. Lord Cassalanter stood above him like a god, the priest who had for a moment been preoccupied suddenly stopped the speeches and prayers dropping his head and arms.

"Dlardrageth? What is the meaning of this?" The Lord cocked his head. Then the man's voice took on a more sincere tone. "Is.. something the matter? Do you need me, my friend?" The Lord asked it as if concerned, if it was real Ryvvik could no longer tell.

His lip trembled, the priest took a small step down the landing, getting closer. "My Lord.." Every word felt like a rock in his throat, impossible to truly get out without anger. "Gysheer is.. My Lord, she's dead." He glared upward, the burning Pires and charred corpses entered his vision before the house's lord.

"Dlardrageth.." Lord Cassalanter started, the cleric of Asmodeus which his god had tasked him to protect. "I am.. Aware, we are right now giving a prayer to our Lord, to guide her spirit into his great hands." Ryvvik frowned. Spinning around he glanced around the room, he didn't find Nelius or Cersei, neither of them was in the room. A prayer for his subordinate without those who worked with her most?

"And the ones responsible?" He demanded, his wings whisked in the air kicking up the ash and soot from the prayer. "The Keepers of Chaos? They are confirmed now are they not? The ones 'The Harpers' turn to. What is to be done with them? They possess the stone of Golorr!" Ryvviks rage was too much at that point, he had sat and listened, obeyed, and followed orders as much as he could. A Fey'ri did not sit like this! He had to have combat, to do battle with those that would oppose his grace!

"I am well aware Dlardrageth, The Keepers have been confirmed, we will march against them when the time is right.. For now we must think about stealing away the gold they will soon possess."

"For now?" He took a step up the stairs rage brewed in him. "Are you to tell me we will do nothing?!" He demanded.

The room's chants completely stopped. The Lord's head turned sideways certainly judging him under that mask. Ryvvik took a shaky breath and swallowed the nervous lump in his throat. The priest took a step back up the landing.