Dine and Dash

   

The hunt started as soon as Vezzim heard and felt the music. Something primal stirred within the Illithid, his hunger awoke and he would absorb answers. Vezzim had found this elf on the Titan's plateau, a trained mind and truly delicious head apple.  All of the doomed elf's thoughts were on his lost professor, a  magician of even greater skill who had recently been sacrificed to a devil of great power. This tasty elf wasn't even nobel, a fact that frustrated Vezzim.  The elf's memories were approaching a point of uselessness leading Vezzim to the realization that his hunt was far from over.  Vezzim wanted to figure out the source of this ancient song, what its vibrations meant.  He must have his own answers before communing with the Eldar. The Mind Flayer released the elf's husk of a body. The meat sack of flesh falling and sinking into the lake waters Vezzim levitated above while the Illithid considered his options. The Flayer decided he would spend another day enjoying the delicacies of the plateau, hoping one of these apprentice wizards might provide him the information he needs. If he failed to acquire satisfactory answers, he would contact Bathanon! Surely that elf will have the answers. 

Bathanon

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

Egyptian First World Problems

Gebel el-Arak

  Gebel el-Arak carefully reread the inventory list his scribe Kheti had presented him.  Kheti had been standing at his skymaster’s desk for over twenty minutes while Gebel reviewed the list.  To Kheti’s left, seated in front of the desk was the slave master Qualmer whose gaze hadn’t left Kheti since he arrived in his master’s new office, which only served to increase Kheti’s discomfort. Gebel seemed oblivious to either man’s presence while reviewing the list.

Qualmer

Kheti

Sighing in obvious annoyance, Gebel finally lifted his gaze from the long scroll, “The headband was the only item taken!  Kheti I need you to find Valexis Lightgem and tell him to come to his office…I mean my office, tell him its important.”  Once the door shut behind the departing Kheti the two remaining Egyptians erupted into hurried conversation.   

Valexis Lightgem

“These delays…We only can spare so many days!” Gebel exclaimed. “Valexis must be able to fly our ship back with the payment! If we are late the families will lose confidence in our ability to  supply them enough talents!” Qualmer stating the obvious replied, “and we could lose our opportunity here!  We need to approach this as a failure in their security.” The two Egyptians fell into plotting their strategy in the forthcoming discussion with Valexis.

Gebel knew if he failed to deliver on either end of this risky proposition not only would his family’s wealth and heritage be lost but the Babylonian Bitch Queen’s Scale Guard would hunt down his lineage and end his bloodline.  Qualmer’s thoughts drifted as he was already pursuing alternate plans should the el-Arak family’s plans prove fruitless.