The Tome Of Drow Lore.pdf - RoseRed

‘So, no, the poison is not fatal. It will not kill you. I will. With this.’ Slipping one hand to
the small of his back, he withdrew a dagger with a blade of metal so darkly grey it bordered on
black. The wizard’s eyes instantly latched onto it.
‘I noticed your great interest in the soulburner daggers, particularly the gleam in your eye at the
thought there was one of them out there somewhere, unaccounted for. Sadly for you, it is not lost
at all. It is here.’
Tears began to pour from her eyes and her lips trembled slightly as she struggled to speak, whether
to scream or cast a spell Lyrgern did not know. He no longer bothered to suppress his laughter.
‘As I said, we cannot allow what you now know to reach the surface, human. You are not
inexperienced, you likely have some measure prepared to restore you to life should I merely kill
you. But you must understand this one last thing about the drow before you go to the void. We
are thorough.’
With a swift stroke, he plunged the soulburner into the human wizard’s neck, stepping back to avoid
the stream of blood that followed the blade out. Her eyes glazed over, and she slumped forward
to fall from the rock. A faint smell hung in the still air, like that of a candle just extinguished.
Lyrgern slipped the dagger back into its sheath and bent down to strip the body. Perhaps some of
the foolish wizard’s possessions could be made to serve the Seekers.
Gathering up the na’orsuin pack and a bundle of the wizard’s belongings, Lyrgern na’Rarnel,
Hidden Blade of the Seekers of na’Koth, calmly made his way out of the cavern. He paid no more
attention to the corpse he left behind, the scavengers would deal with that soon enough.
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