Nikyodi Solo (First Vengeance)

[Gradrel]

Viscount Surxys, Lord of the Crimson Fist walks in.

A very large and dangerous-looking vampire stands tall before you,

licking his sharp fangs very frequently, as a warning to all passers. Surxys,

Viscount of Miruvhor, Lord of the Crimson Fist has been appointed to oversee

this dark city, and to ensure that the laws are enforced. He wears hardly any

armors, just a thin piece of crimson leather over his torso, and a large black

cape that flows behind him.

Viscount Surxys, Lord of the Crimson Fist is in excellent condition.

Western Resuvan Street

You stand at a rather large T-intersection of two major streets. The

street running to the west and east, Western Resuvan Street, seems

to be slightly larger than the one heading to the north. Cozy houses

of yellow brick are found to your north-east, while much large mansion-

like houses of red brick tower to the north-west. Even more impressive

than these is the simply enormous dark castle-like structure looming

to the south.

[Exits: north east (south) west]

Viscount Surxys, Lord of the Crimson Fist keeps his fangs exposed.

Surxys extends his finger southwards, toward the fence. 'I left him in there, Nikyodi.'

You say 'Out of city limits? Good.'

You tell Kravian 'Are you coming, or not? I need to know now.'

Kravian tells you 'I thought you didn't want me to.'

You tell Kravian 'I don't. But I won't stop you if you do.'

You tell Kravian 'Don't you dare bring Palwen with you either.'

Kravian tells you 'I fear if I come I will see things that will disappoint me.'

Kravian tells you 'And I don't want to be disappointed in you.'

Surxys pats his skinny leather armor, saying, 'What goes on in there, I don't concern myself with Nikyodi.'

Nikyodi seems to be warming herself up. 'I'm going to take my time.'

You tell Kravian 'If that's what you'd prefer.'

You tell Kravian 'Thank you.’

'Nikyodi', Surxys murmurs, 'Just don't trail any blood onto my streets.'

You snort derisively.

Viscount Surxys, Lord of the Crimson Fist walks east.

You open the fence south of you.

A Small Alleyway

Small candles light a cobblestone pathway that leads down to the end of

the cul-de-sac. In the distance looms a large mansion, dark and foreboding.

Dark shadows can be seen flying above the mansion, circling in the dark haze

above, but you are too far away to discern their physical form. You notice

that the familiar sounds of the streets of Miruvhor have died down, and the

usual riff-raff that clog its streets are not present.

The Time Vortex plays with the reality far above you.

You draw your weapons.

You wield a bone-dagger.

You wield an icicle in your off-hand.

As Nikyodi appoaches the alleyway, a small drow comes into light. He's chained up at the ankles and wrists.

Nikyodi meanders and sways her way closer. Rage builds in her widening eyes.

Nikyodi hisses, 'You're Merkadix Kaedni, yeah?'

The drow stirs a little, moaning in pain. He looks over his shoulder at Nikyodi. 'Y-Yeah! What have a done wrong?!', he shouts.

Nikyodi grinds her teeth. 'Do you know who I am?'

Nikyodi kneels down beside the shivering drow. 'Do you?!'

The drow stutters for a long time. Finally, sense begins to spill out. 'Ni-... Niky... Nikyari? Nikyodi?'

A fist rises up and cracks down on the drow's face. Nikyodi tightens her knuckles into the punch. 'Wretch! Say my name again!'

The drow yipes, struggling against the chains. 'Nikyodi, Nikyodi! I said it! I know you!'

Nikyodi pounds the drow's face again. 'You remember what you did to me?'

Blood spurts from the drow's nose. 'Y-.. Nikyodi, I remember. Please, and I'm sorry!'

Nikyodi halts her fist in mid air. There's already blood all over her fingers.

You say 'Yeah? Six brand marks? On my spine? That ring any bells?'

Nikyodi wails on the drow's face again. 'And that bitch that owns you? Tryxami Tuul!? I'm going to...'

*Crack*, 'Break... her', *Crack*, 'Face in too!' Nikyodi punches the drow's head seven more times.

After bringing her knee up into the drow's pulped face, he stops breathing normally and begins to convulse. Nikyodi takes a moment to gloat.

As the warmth escapes your mouth, it is immediately turned to fog by the frigid air.

You say 'Hurts, right? You slave of the Bitch goddess Lloth. You deserve more.'

Nikyodi's hurried breath fills the air with visible clouds in the cold.

The drow's breathing dulls down to hisses. He no longer has working lips to speak with. Nikyodi beats his face a couple more times.

Panting... lots of it. Nikyodi sits back on her heels, blood soaking her arms.

The drow's body turns cold as stone in the atmosphere. Nikyodi stands up slowly and wipes some blood from her hand on to her cheek. 'Aaahhhh...'

You hear the sound of dripping water off in the distance.

You say 'I'm going ... to write a song about you.'

You snort derisively.

Nikyodi kicks the dead drow in the stomach for good measure and turns to the gate swiftly, shoving it opened.

You open the fence north of you.

You stand at a rather large T-intersection of two major streets. The

street running to the west and east, Western Resuvan Street, seems

to be slightly larger than the one heading to the north. Cozy houses

of yellow brick are found to your north-east, while much large mansion-

like houses of red brick tower to the north-west. Even more impressive

than these is the simply enormous dark castle-like structure looming

to the south.

[Exits: north east south west]

You sheath your weapons.