Writer's block gone! I'm walking on the sun!!
Pharaun had prepared himself for the worst case scenario, as he was about to ask Inthracis about the true meaning of his resurrection.
He approached the ultroloth that he had slain in combat 20 years ago, yet had somehow survived to resurrect himself. Inthracis was sitting at his desk as he had been for the past several hours, examining a tome on advanced divination.
Inthracis heard Pharaun approach his desk, and looked up over the curious spectacles that he wore to read in order to peer at the drow. "I understand it has been three days, Pharaun, and it is time for you to learn about the truth behind your revival."
He hollered into the next room, "you may come in, now!"
Three figures strode into the room, one of which was all to familiar, as Pharaun knew every inch of it. Aliiza stood there with two drow, both male, with one carrying an enormous greatsword strapped to his back, and missing one hand. This one seemed to have a dark aura about him.
The other figure carried himself like a prince, his piwafwi showing many traces of magical energy, as well as the rapier and dirk he carried at his hips.
Inthracis turned back to Pharaun, "You already know Aliiza, but I would like you to meet the All-Powerful, most gracious, Lord Vhaerun."
Pharaun staggered back a few steps. He had seen Vhaerun once before, and had helped murder one of his high priests, Tzirik, but he assumed that the other god that he had warred with, Sveltarm, had bested him. He had come prepared for trouble, but not for a god.
Inthracis let the initial shock wear off, then spoke to Pharaun, "The other drow is Nimor Imphraezl, Former Anoited Blade of the Jaezred Chausslin." Nimor glared at Inthracis when the word "former" was uttered.
Vhaerun stepped forward, growing larger with each step to become a black mass in the vague shape of a drow, the greatsword still strapped to his back, however, having taken on the same hue and properties as its weilder.
The god spoke in a voice that rumbled, but still held the melodic tone of the drow tongue, "Pharaun Mizzrym, I have failed to defeat my adversary, Sveltarm, as you can see, but a new oppertunity arose, and one that most of us took." Nimor just glared at his god.
"Aliiza has killed Kaanyr Vhok, and taken his place as the head of the tannaruk hordes, which have thrived greatly under her rule." Aliiza smirked and gave a coy wave to Pharaun, making his genitals tingle. He had not thought about her much since his ressurection, so focused was he on revenge.
"However," the god continued, "we need to find a way to make sure that Menzoberranzan falls into my hands. That is why I am now appointing you, one of the 'worthless' sons of Lloth's chosen city, the leader of the attack on the city."
Pharaun's eyes widened, and after the initial shock had worn off, he said to Vhaerun "I accept this honor, Lord Vhaerun, and I want Quenthel Baenre to die by my hands."
The god nodded his approval and took his leave.
Took me a while, but I finally got it done!! HELLZ YES!!
