Raelyse
02-21-07, 06:22 AM
Few things panicked Clement Whitestorm. The half troll was usually the epitome of calm, probably attributed to his unusual mixed heritage. He wore a smile that annoyed some, but mostly helped calm most of the people that were around him. So when he lost his eternal cool, it was something to worry about. Striding through the marble halls, his long legs taking him quickly through Erebus, with rushed steps that suggested that he was in quite the rush. At first he had thought about keeping his cool but then the situation at hand decided that was something he should throw out the window. Few knew what was wrong, though Clement realized that they would soon enough. The man that he was going to had a habit of asking other people to settle his problems. And this problem, this was his problem.
The closer he got to his target, the more ornately decorated the walls, the paintings on them and even the quality of the tiles on the floor was increasing. This was the sign of the man he was about to approach, the image that he wanted everyone close to him to know about. Out of all the people who he knew, Clement was probably the one that knew him best. Although that was hardly saying much, Raelyse kept people farther from him than the drow and the elves and they were continents apart. Clement was only close to him because for all intents and purposes, he was his second in command.
The half troll's pace sped to its maximum when he reached the enormous doors that he had been looking for and he pushed them open with ease, channeling his troll strength to easily move the heavy door. The man he had been looking for, Raelyse Salidan was sitting at his desk, working at something frivolous.
"Raelyse!" Clement cried, before stopping to catch his breath. "We have a problem."
It was only when the prince had a chance to turn around and glance at who had entered his attention that he realized who it was. If it was anyone else, Raelyse would have lambasted him for referring to him using purely his first name. "What? Trosk and his trolls wearing skimpy leaves again and your raging hormones?"
"I'm serious," Clement responded, moving close and standing just inches away from Raelyse. "It's the Katuz'Veit, I warned you."
The prince's eyes widened, as he thought of the Katuz'Veit dwarves, the tribe of miners who he had enslaved by killing their leader. "What happened?"
"They elected a new leader and they ran away, a mass evacuation of Erebus, every last one of them," Clement responded. He saw Raelyse reach for something and he spoke up, as if reading his leader's mind. "They don't care for the Naug'Cora anymore, evidently."
Raelyse scowled, realizing that the dwarven axe, now in his possession, that once symbolized leadership of the Katuz'Veit now meant nothing. The ugly thing was worth nothing now. "Where are they?"
"Colthor is scrying," the half troll responded. "They can't have gotten far, I think they only left just morning."
The prince let a smile form on his face for the first time since he had heard this revelation. He grabbed a medallion with a round jewel, that was resting on his table. The jewel was relatively small, about the size of an average diamond. Clement's eyes widened as soon as he saw what the prince had in mind.
"That's right," Raelyse replied, without even having to glance up. "We're going after them as soon as Colthor gets a sight of them."
Clement turned to leave, shaking his head, obviously distressed.
"Oh and Clement," the prince said, halting the half troll in his tracks. "Don't forget the illithid."
The closer he got to his target, the more ornately decorated the walls, the paintings on them and even the quality of the tiles on the floor was increasing. This was the sign of the man he was about to approach, the image that he wanted everyone close to him to know about. Out of all the people who he knew, Clement was probably the one that knew him best. Although that was hardly saying much, Raelyse kept people farther from him than the drow and the elves and they were continents apart. Clement was only close to him because for all intents and purposes, he was his second in command.
The half troll's pace sped to its maximum when he reached the enormous doors that he had been looking for and he pushed them open with ease, channeling his troll strength to easily move the heavy door. The man he had been looking for, Raelyse Salidan was sitting at his desk, working at something frivolous.
"Raelyse!" Clement cried, before stopping to catch his breath. "We have a problem."
It was only when the prince had a chance to turn around and glance at who had entered his attention that he realized who it was. If it was anyone else, Raelyse would have lambasted him for referring to him using purely his first name. "What? Trosk and his trolls wearing skimpy leaves again and your raging hormones?"
"I'm serious," Clement responded, moving close and standing just inches away from Raelyse. "It's the Katuz'Veit, I warned you."
The prince's eyes widened, as he thought of the Katuz'Veit dwarves, the tribe of miners who he had enslaved by killing their leader. "What happened?"
"They elected a new leader and they ran away, a mass evacuation of Erebus, every last one of them," Clement responded. He saw Raelyse reach for something and he spoke up, as if reading his leader's mind. "They don't care for the Naug'Cora anymore, evidently."
Raelyse scowled, realizing that the dwarven axe, now in his possession, that once symbolized leadership of the Katuz'Veit now meant nothing. The ugly thing was worth nothing now. "Where are they?"
"Colthor is scrying," the half troll responded. "They can't have gotten far, I think they only left just morning."
The prince let a smile form on his face for the first time since he had heard this revelation. He grabbed a medallion with a round jewel, that was resting on his table. The jewel was relatively small, about the size of an average diamond. Clement's eyes widened as soon as he saw what the prince had in mind.
"That's right," Raelyse replied, without even having to glance up. "We're going after them as soon as Colthor gets a sight of them."
Clement turned to leave, shaking his head, obviously distressed.
"Oh and Clement," the prince said, halting the half troll in his tracks. "Don't forget the illithid."