Dazed and Confused in Aedolis

[Anonymous]

Trash stirred a bit in a back alley on the middle caste level of Haviah.

Energy pulsed through the air, and if anybody were watching they would see what looked like heat waves warping the view of the alley.

A bright red light flashed, and a spider web shot a lone figure out against a wall before blinking out of existence.

Venorik was aware of the split second of travel within the web, and of his unstoppable flight towards a solid surface. With a smack his head hit the wall at incredible speed, and the world went black as he fell in a slump on the floor, a trail of blood snaking from his cracked skull.

http://http://remnants.spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=90&t=1519 (if you are wonderin' what he is all about)

[Anonymous]

The slumped form let out a small groan. It took Venorik a second to be able process thought rationally, but once he could he telepathically asked Qee'lakstreea how they were. " You suffered injury to your head from the impact, but It has since healed. You have been out quite a while." the demon told him. Their conversations were more the essence of shared thought than telepathy. The soul-bonding fused them in a way where they were technically one being, but the two were separate in mind.

Then he remembered what had recently transpired. At this point he could obviously assume that his Dark Weaver brother, Balkin, had decided that he was better suited for the position of Overlord of House Vharzyym rather than that of High Priest, and opted to remove his older brother from the picture. Venorik cursed himself for being caught off guard, but he simply hadn't expected his brother, who, as formidable as he was as a Dark Weaver, was not as powerful as himself, to make a move against him. He wasn't even sure what spell his brother had used on him.

That thought made him ponder another subject. Where was he? Even Qee'lakstreea wasn't sure. The Balor Tanar'ri demon could usually sense anything familiar and at least have a general idea.

As he rose to his feet, Venorik braced himself against the wall, finding out the hard way that though the wound had healed, he still hadn't quite found his bearings yet. The alleyway seemed to swirl around him, and it was all he could do to lean there and let the demon's power help him regain his composure. Once that problem was solved, the Drow decided to deal with the question concerning his whereabouts. After consulting with Qee'lakstreea, he started on his way down the alley and into a main walkway, his black and red cape and robes, which were enchanted as to protect him better than a suit of mail against both energy and physical objects, flowing around him as he did. What he saw astounded him.

High buildings rose around him. Only now did he realize the scale even of the buildings he had appeared by, and he had never seen anything quite like it. The architecture, too, was as he had never seen, in neither the worlds that see the sun or the exotic realms below. Everything seemed metallic, gleaming in a way that was not so different from a sword. Moving and changing images dances in mirrors all round, hanging on buildings. People of all races and some he had never seen clamored about, dressed in a fashion that again, he did not recognize, and honestly thought looked quite foolish.

"By the demonweb" he mumbled to himself, and even Qee'lakstreea did not have a reply.

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Venorik could tell that he was far from House Vharzyym. He was no longer even sure that his brother had been kind enough to transport him to a location in the same realm, though he was sure the place was at least in the material plane. As odd-looking as the structures were, they did not resemble anything he had heard of in any levels of the abyss. It then occurred to him that he had no idea what time he was in, let alone what realm. The realization brought only more questions, and at the moment not even Qee'lakstreea could help him answer them."Well, standing in an alleyway never helped anybody." He mumbled to himself.  " Oh but many beneficial dealings have taken place in such environments." came the snickering mental reply from the demon, knowing that the statement had not been intended to incite a response.

The Drow slowly made his way from the mouth of the alley and into the throng of people milling about the area. It seemed that commodities littered the place. Everybody that wasn't selling something was buying something. Though many of his dealings were not done in so public a fashion, Venorik couldn't help but eye many of the items displayed about. There were a great number of items that he could not even guess the use of. He started contemplating many of his observations, and again they only led to others, namely one that astounded him more than any other. None of the beings had weapons. Not one. No swords. No daggers.Nothing. Qee'lakstreea supported it, and the demon had far better ways of knowing than he. Not wasting energy on a body had its advantages for the Tanar'ri. Venorik was glad that none of his weapons were visible. His crossbows were in his extra-dimensional pouch, and of course Qee'lakstreea, his swords, were inside him, an essence that would instantly spring from his wrists and solidify in his hands at his will. The swords were stronger than anything forged from an earthly substance, and he had never encountered an object they could not slice through, including most enchantments he had come across. The bands on his wrists and ankles that housed his throwing blades were concealed under his clothing. He was thankful that he had always taken a subtle approach with combat, because he was fairly certain that if the citizens of this place were to spot a weapon on his person he would draw even more attention to himself than the odd stares he was drawing everywhere he wandered.  

  Knowing he needed information, but having no idea how to obtain it without drawing unnecessary attention, the Overlord of Vharzyym seemed to be at a loss. He figured that the best he could do was to continue walking, and hoping that, maybe, the information might find it's way to him.