Evil Overlord Speed Dating
Dec. 26th, 2018 03:03 pmLet it never be said of Alacruun that he is one to simply rest on his laurels. He enjoys planning. He likes ticking off every check-box. Dot the Is, cross the Ts. All that sort of thing - and from time to time he enjoys getting his hands dirty. Especially when it means digging into ancient ruins and looking for artifacts that will help him obtain that level of godhood that he's still pursuing with a fervent sort of single-mindedness. The clues and ancient annals have led him to an out of the way corner; supposedly, some ancient precursor civilization (older than him, even, which is rather impressive) left behind many of their artifacts. A veritable treasure trove, if the battered old notes and dusty journals are to be believed.
He goes by himself; he has no need of followers for this. Not when he has power in his own right (being able to see in the dark is also a bonus when you're going dungeon-diving). Especially not when he'd rather not let said underlings get their hands on who knows what and then getting it into their heads that it's a good idea to try and test him.
No, no.
Far better to do this in person.
It's why he finds himself picking his way through the crumbled, ancient, underground catacombs of some long-buried city, trying to find a way past a dead-fall of rocks and debris.
It's rather irritating how much time seems to change things and make this so much more difficult than it has to be. He's contemplating just blasting some of the rocks out of the way (or melting through them with acid) when he thinks he hears something in the darkness and he pauses, head swinging around to listen. Are those... footsteps?
Who else is here?
He goes by himself; he has no need of followers for this. Not when he has power in his own right (being able to see in the dark is also a bonus when you're going dungeon-diving). Especially not when he'd rather not let said underlings get their hands on who knows what and then getting it into their heads that it's a good idea to try and test him.
No, no.
Far better to do this in person.
It's why he finds himself picking his way through the crumbled, ancient, underground catacombs of some long-buried city, trying to find a way past a dead-fall of rocks and debris.
It's rather irritating how much time seems to change things and make this so much more difficult than it has to be. He's contemplating just blasting some of the rocks out of the way (or melting through them with acid) when he thinks he hears something in the darkness and he pauses, head swinging around to listen. Are those... footsteps?
Who else is here?