The gift that I had acquired for Va’lis was Davian Pasteur. We had had him extradited to Vamp’s Lair from our fortress in Night Island off the coast of the Keys in Florida back on Earth. He was not told of our plans to resurrect his former master, so obviously when Va’lis Razele walked in the door of our prison floor, the shocked look on his face was genuine. He knew he would meet his end.
Davian backed up against the wall as his master stepped forward… the fear in him palpitated throughout the room. Excitement seemed to grab a hold of Merida, Va’lis other progeny, while Isonu looked indifferent. Amroth looked like he was holding back from doing the job himself. Once Va’lis grabbed Davian by the throat and lifted him into the wall, indenting the concrete hecatolite wall behind Davian with his rage and strength, I knew it was over for him.
Well it has come to this.
Cherry Spy and Kagome’s find in the Blood Dungeon while they looked for the whereabouts of the so-called others was dropped off at my office for extensive detail. The request coming from our sovereign, Marius de Romanus, I put myself to quick work.
We gathered at the Tavern to talk about our excursion. I was late. It seems that trying to find adequate progeny in this land is proving to be a difficult task. I have been lurking about, surveying the land, trying to find someone that might be worth the journey. I know Marius has tasked us with expanding our family; he’s eager for fresh new blood. As a guardian, I must comply… but that’s really a pain in my arse and taking away from my daily beautification routine. Thus, I am late.
A service is scheduled for the interment of Saralyn de Romanus on August 23rd, at 9 o’clock in the eve’ by the Eastern skies at our city’s Church of the Sun.
I arrived at my office this morning to a letter that had been delivered via the Britannian Post. I recognized the seal on it to be that of the official Crown Seal for the Royal Guard. I opened it immediately.
Sitting in Natasha’s office, waiting for her to finish with whomever she may have in her study, I was reading a copy of the Daily Britain. Seems that city has been very quiet as of late. New Monarch seems to be doing well… ooo I see a new spa coming up in Britain I might want to go visit. Wonder if they keep night time hours? I so desperately need a pedicure!
The Shadow Sextant’s origins land it square in the heart of the Orient, back on Earth. The properties of it are as of yet unknown there. But here is Sosaria, the materials are easily recognizable as shadow ore. The ore will glow a shadowy hue whenever Balrons are present. Of course in our land, this magical property never comes to fruition as the underworld that lies beneath is yet to be discovered by mere mortals. Sosaria is a different place, and here the presence of Balrons are quite the norm whenever we’re digging around the depths of the dark dungeons or places that lie all across it.