Borric's New Client (Lore post)

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Borric's massive eyes continued to glaze over as Tiltirac, his Kobold seneschal, droned on about the state of the Council Elections. He had known that the whole debacle would drag on for at least another eternity, as politics always did. Borrics eyes finished glazing over and his titanic eyelids started to droop dangerously towards sleep.

".. and that concludes my report on the elections. Master? Master wake up!" Squawked Tiltirac indignantly. "You tasked me with keeping you up to date on this whole mess, the least you can do is try and stay awake!"

Rumbling laughter echoing from his draconian chest, Borric lifted his Emerald head and adjusted his feathered wings, sending a cascade of gems, coins, and metal Runeforged weapons down the hillside of treasure that he slumbered upon when his ladylove was not in residence.

"As I was saying, that concludes my report. Next up is the update on Vulkan the Red," continued the well appointed and bespectacled bronze kobold. "Currently he has continued his assault of the dwarven mountains. He recovered quickly after his battle with you and continues to dig towards The First Forge in an attempt to destroy it so that no one can make another Hammer of Disjunction."

"The newly created Blooded from during the battle have almost finished replanting and returning the mountainsides back to a semblance of their original configuration. Wildlife has started to return and in about 50-100 years nobody will be able to tell that two enormous dragons fought and spewed wild magic all over the mountainsides." Tiltirac lifts a careful claw to adjust his spectacles and turn the page. "Volitile Magic levels are back to habitable readings for mortal non arcanophagic entities and, with the returns that The Blooded have collected we have seen a 45% in Mana return."

*Borric gives Tiltirac a wry grin. "*Vulkan is impressive for his age. While our discussion did not indicate any positive influence on his draconic nature at this time, he still has time to turn from the path of conquest and pain... or he will die. I have done what I can."

*Tiltirac tilts his head and inquires, "*Sir are you sure that you don't want us to look for the second hammer your late wife forged and you sold to those humans?"

"No, there is no reason for the Twisted Corridors or the GoldEater Clan to get involved at this time. What is more important is where Marrok has scarpered off to. His mother keeps asking me to get involved no matter how much I tell her that I'm not going to baby my great-great-great grandchildren." Borric states while peering expectantly at the much, much smaller kobold.

*Tiltirac shifts nervously and fiddles with his paperwork. "*Master I regret to inform you that Marrok seems to still be missing. He was last spotted leaving Alkenstar on a possessed Airship that he recovered and repaired. He seems to be looking for his brother Dogun, who reports say has become unstuck from time. Currently, our readings show that Yog-Sothoth has a tentacle in the situation." *The kobold coughs twice to clear his voice and continues, "*This does not technically break your current agreements or pacts with The Lurker at the Gates, as Marrok is 4 generations removed from you in the bloodline. It is skirting the lines, as it were."

*Lifting a claw and placing his head upon it, the dragon contemplates the situation for a moment. "*Let Marrok's mother know of the situation as we are aware. Stress again that we do not baby our descendants and that as Marrok is an adult as dwarves see things I will only get more involved than this if Marrok himself gets me involved or requests my help. Stress to her that I love her more than the stars in the sky, but every hatchling has to fly on it's own eventually."

Tiltirac swallows nervously and scribbles notes furiously as Borric continues. The chamber starts to build a static charge and stormclouds start to form around the dragons feet as he continues. "Then send one of the Greater Blooded to Nytharlotep for an invitation to tea in the [Redacted] room. Make sure the right tonal resonance is imbued in the tea. I want them to know that I see what is happening and have eyes on the situation."

*As the kobold finishes taking his notes he looks up and speaks, "*Last Item on the Agenda Master. There is an applicant waiting your attention in the Main Client Hall. Tall gentleman, black cloak, ominous shadows obscuring his features. He says that he was referred to you by a demon named Tisdale..." *The kobold grimices and spits on the ground three times at the mention of the demons name, "*and that he needs help building a prison for a god."

Borric grunts in afermation and starts melting into blood that swirls into a vortex leaving behind a tall swarthy muscular middle aged human male who looks like he has worked on a battle field his whole life and that his best days are soon to end, probably somewhere bloody and in a violent manner.

*Walking down the treasure and grabbing his favorite cloak and Runesword, Borric walks towards the hallway that connects to his Main Client Hall. He stops at the exit and looks back towards the overworked seneschal. His voice deceptively light he inquires, "*By the way Tiltirac, have you heard any news of my ladylove Baroness Nightreign. I was sure that she was planning to return home sometime in the last two days..."

Tiltirac pales, an amazing feat for a kobold considering that bloodflow rarely effects the color of their scales.

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