RP:Eltar and Tiphareth Have a Chat

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Preface

Eltar has learned why it was the drow attacked. And learned of the elves banishment from Sage. So he's taken a trip to the Underdark to have a chat with Tiphareth. The following takes place at House D'Artes.

The Chat at House D'Artes

House D'Artes Grand Foyer
Upon being granted entrance to Trist'oth's most well guarded and impressive facility, the first sight which meets your eyes is the large crest of House D`Artes stationed high upon the wall before you. This Patriarchal House stands defiantly adjacent to the Spider Queen's most unholy temple, a stalwart sign of the First House's power and influence. A capacious cavern has been carved into the stone surroundings to create this lofty venue, obviously requiring a near army of skilled masons throughout years of backbreaking toil. The significant throne-like structure lying directly ahead marks the Patron's ruling seat, whereby the Patriarch unwaveringly governs the city of Trist'oth. Two large doors on either side of the cathedra lead to rooms in the North, though armed guards stand in defense of these portals, obviously reserved for only members of the House. A staircase has been carved into the stone on the west wall, seemingly leading upward to another equally fortified room above. Large tapestries, to the east and west, exhibit scenes of great battle, though a striking lack of female visages will be apparent to those knowledgeable in Drow society. On the southern wall, flanking the colossal archway entrance, are portraits of various figures in House D`Artes, including those birthed by blood and others who've proven worth over years of loyal service. A veritable wall of assorted sentries line the perimeter of the room, locked in a stoic pose and seemingly unresponsive to your entrance; knowledge of exactly where you are would likely be enough to understand it unwise to test their complacence.
An array of peerless defenses, both magical and physical is here.
The elven artifact 'Ilithuel the Lunar' is here.
The elven artifact 'Elethial the Solar' is here.



Eltar enters the room quietly, after a gentle knock on the door. The look on his face speaks on controlled anger. Politely he bows to Tiphareth and waits to be acknowledged.


Tiphareth looks up from the massive tome levitating in front of him, having been alerted to the presence of a visitor by one of his sentries. Iniquitous claret eyes peer out toward Eltar, seeing the aged elf so out of place within Trist'oth almost makes him smile, but he does not. Tiphareth, within the body of fallen patron Keter, stands from his seat slowly before the Lichdrow makes his way toward the visitor. "Interesting choice to come down here into my abode Eltar... especially after your rather pointed threats upon the Kelay board. Are you here to... 'hunt' me?"


Eltar shakes his head, pushing down his anger a bit. "Maybe once, before some things were brought to light. Certain actions taken against your kin by those I once would of considered mine. I can certainly understand actions being taken when you see pieces of your people hanging from a sign as a warning." Quietly he studies Tiphareth, taping his staff idly on the ground as he thinks. "I can not throw stones for what was done. I've done the same, and worse, in my time and travels. I am here to see if you would do me the honor of answering a few queries. Namely, what are your plans for the forest now? And what would it take for it to entrusted to one who called it home?"


Tiphareth extends his hand as a pair of earthen seats thrust upward from the stone floor, one just to the rear of Eltar and another behind the Archmage. "Please take a seat.", the Lichdrow follows his own suggestion and descends gracefully into the impromptu resting place. "My plans for Sage forest are simple, to act as steward to the lands and ensure that the agreement I made with the wood elves is honored. As for entrusting it to another, that will not happen for a variety of reasons, some of which I can divulge and others I can not. Though if you wish to make the forest your home, I'm sure Queen Thea of Enchantment can make more than suitable accommodations for you in the Kingdom of Enchantment."


Eltar adjusts his piwafwi as he takes a seat. "I feared that you would say that. Banishing the fools is honestly a much kinder answer that I would have gone with, but I have turned more than a bit bitter over the years." His eyes go distant for a moment, traveling back in time. Without seeming to realize it, he's begun to slowly twist a plain silver right on his right hand.It bears no enchantment upon it, and other than one rune is without any decoration. The runes meaning is a simple one. Loss. "I remember Thea. She was always a kind and caring pixie. But I fear Enchantment is not where I buried a piece of my heart." His gaze snaps up to Tiphareth's as he slowly speaks. "Therefore, I have an offer. Once I am certain you may understand the ramifications of. I see you here before me in the body of someone I one knew. One who watched me in battle more than once. What I offer, then, is this. I will disavow my old kin, my people, and become drow as you. And I will swear fealty. All I ask in exchange is to be able to make Sage my home so that I can watch over the only person who ever cared for me."


Tiphareth offers a long deep nod, "Though you can never be drow, I do accept your offer. If you swear fealty to House D'Artes, I shall permit you to live in Sage... though I shall retain stewardship of the lands. Before you can make a home there, I will need to prepare a amulet for you. You will need to wear the amulet at all times, both to protect you from those who may not know of our agreement... and other reasons I can not get into at the moment, though it is imperative that you keep the amulet about your person at all times while within Sage. It shouldn't take me more than a few hours to craft the amulet, I shall endeavor on the feat before we next meet. At that time you may swear fealty and our agreement will be complete. Are these terms acceptable?


Eltar nods. "That it is. Though I could argue a small fact of not becoming drow. Changing my form is something I have had some practice on." Eltar blinks for a moment, and then smirks. "I dare say if the wood elves ever get off their collective asses and attempt to retake the woods, the last thing they will be expecting is us."


Tiphareth shakes his head, "Being a drow is more than dark skin... the blood which runs through our veins is saturated with the enchantments of this deep dwelling, our minds and bodies forged in the crucible of pain. Those of the surface do not fully understand what it means to be drow. And the wood elves are unlikely to do anything, they are foolish and weak. Had exile not been such a fitting revenge for the Drow's exile into the deep eons ago, I'd have killed them all."


Eltar tilts his head for a moment, thinking. "You are correct. I had forgotten about the effects the Underdark had upon the drow. As for the wood elves... It is the fact that they are foolish that will allow them to believe they can retake the forest I fear. I've seen such stupidity lead to deaths far to many times to discount the fact. Though you never know, maybe whoever leads them now is wiser than the one before." Slowly Eltar nods to himself. "If you have nothing else for me to do, I think I'll go and prepare a few little surprises just in case. Never underestimate the power of preparation, as my old master used to say."


Tiphareth stands, the seat beneath him returning to the smooth floor once more, "That will be all, I shall prepare the item for our next encounter. I'm assuming you can find your way back to the surface?"


Eltar smiles and stands, bowing as he does so. "The way to the surface and below has always been known to me." Slowly he starts to sink in to the earth, smiling.