The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Ryvvik Dlardrageth: CXXIII

Confronting Chaos: CXXIII

"Careful now.." Ryvvik cautioned. He extended a hand to Pabulum trying to give his fellow worshipers aid in the troubling adventure. He looked across their faces; a lump formed in his throat, he didn't.. Truly recognize any of them. His heartfelt heavy. Seffia, Gysheer, Kailwail.. All of them were killed by.. By the. He slammed a fist into a nearby support collum feeling the rumble of the building around him.

"B-be careful!" Liana cried. Her dark eyes shined with worry. He looked back at his gloved hand, nodding respectfully to his sister.

"I.." Alfos whispered, standing over a large pit. Ryvvik pushed his way forward and looked down a long staircase. It was a corridor of stairs that went down a few feet. At its bottom was an enormous double-sided adamantine door. They were scrawled with runes, symbols, and letters. The doors were wide open.

"It is as we feared.." Ryvvik growled. He attempted to push the irritating voice of Lord Cassalanter from his mind. "Lord Cassalanter is wrong.. We cannot wait any longer!" He turned to his new brothers and sisters. He wished Cersei and Nelius had agreed to go with him. "We must stop the thieves from taking what belongs to our lord." He held up his fast, watching them grin. He turned and bounded down the steps entering the vast, incredible chambers. While it was a sight to behold, he planned to admire it later. Movement caught his eye. The room had to have been sixty feet long at minimum, with large iron doors dotting the surroundings. He gazed up at large crumbling bridges above three pillars in the room's center. But that wasn't what caught his eye. "Today, we avenge our fallen. Brothers, lovers, friends." He spat. He lowered his eyebrows and stepped into the vaulted room with his followers behind him. In the far left-hand corner was a group of five. He recognized one instantly long swept-back red hair with a chiseled jawline, wearing a mixture of noble clothes and trashed coats; Renaer Neverember, the heir to this vault. The other four he very vaguely recognized; he'd seen their image recently from the Grand Priest. The scry attempt had worked perfectly.

"Ah." An accented voice sighed. He recognized the winter coat-wearing man unshouldering the rifle; Alekzandr Ikorov. Yalah had spoken to him, which meant.. The tall woman with white hair and an elegant face could only be Riu Astrial. There was an elven girl with red hair who had butchered Urstul Floxin; Adleth. If the dock rumors were right, he wanted to avoid showing too many techniques in front of her.

"Hi!" A shrill feminine voice piped up from the crowd. He felt Liana place a hand on his arm; she was slightly trembling. He did not blame her these.. Things had butchered their friends. According to Yalah, only one of them had slaughtered her cults forces leaving little alive. He patted Liana's head trying to comfort her. Estral was a special case, but these ones? They were not the heirs to death. They were no match for him. A fire ignited in his eyes he pushed back his wings putting them on full display. "Wait!" Markos.. That was this one's name, it took him a moment to realize he was being spoken to in infernal. "Don't attack we're with Asmodeus as well!" Rage began to overtake him, as well.. As well? Did this little half-elf shithole truly dare to claim patronage of his god?!

"So it is true.." He growled. "The Keepers of Chaos.. One can speak our tongue." He peered through the visor of his helmet readying an action to take these unbelievers down. He paced inside the room feeling the echoing footsteps bounce off the tall dwarven walls. Liana darted to one corner and Palbulum followed her example; he directed Milo and Alfos to the other side. The five Keepers of Chaos shifted nervously in their doorway he reached for his side to pick up his weapon. "Don't you dare... We know your faces, Keepers. Do not try to fool me." Alekzandr Ikorov pulled out a flask and began to take a drink.

"Well." Markos shrugged. "Worth a shot." Ryvvik wondered just how many of his brothers and sisters had perished to these.. Imbeciles.

*Wsssthentt*