Heart of Darkness|Talen'sul

[Northen Light36]

Darkstorm lounges around in his tent, idly tossing small stones at a battered looking sketch of Shadow and chuckling. "Ah Shadow, who's the strongest now? Oh don't worry, it was nothing personal. I just think you're a weak fool and I want your position. Oh, I guess that does make it personal doesn't it?" Dankstorm laughs long and hard at his own joke, a touch of insanity colouring the sound. Calming down, Darkstorm sticks his head out of the tent and barks for something to bring him a meal.

[Kender Bard]

One of the storm types in his employment soon appears with a plate of delicious roast duck and vegetables. While setting it down, he stumbles a bit. "Oh, terribly sorry m'lord!" Luckily the food seems perfectly okay. The servant deftly pockets the broken vial that held the nonlethal, but quite sickening, poison in it.

[Northen Light36]

"Fool!" snaps Darkstorm. "I should remove one of your hands as a lesson not to be careless, but I'm in a good mood today so get out before I change my mind."

[Kender Bard]

The servant bows a few times, spouting apologies and thanks, then scurries off.

[Northen Light36]

Darkstorm, still muttering angerly to himself, sits down and digs into his meal.

[Northen Light36]

After he finishes his meal, Darkstorm once again calls for a servant.

[iamtuo]

A storm servant approaches and bows. "Yes m'lord?"

[Northen Light36]

Darkstorm pulls a small vial of a non-deadly poison out of his pocket. "And this to Tempest's wine when next the drooling pig calls for it."

[iamtuo]

The servant bows again and accepts the vial. "Of course, it will be done as soon as possible." He makes his exit to see to the orders.

[Northen Light36]

Darkstorm smirks and retreats to his bedroll, intending to be well rested for his battle. "And the coming of my destiny," he remarks with a laugh, then rubs his head as he feels the beginnings of a sickening headache coming on.

[Kender Bard]

Another servant enters the room, hesitantly and meekly. "M'lord, I have something for you. Compliments of the chef."

[Northen Light36]

Darkstorm growls, his head is so painful it feels like it's splitting as the effects of the first dose of poison begin to kick in. "I ordered no food. Get out!" he snaps, rubbing his aching head and making no attempt to get up.

[Kender Bard]

The servant sets the tray down on a table and scurries off.

[Northen Light36]

Darkstorm lies on his bed, vomiting onto the ground beside him for much of the night before finally falling into a feverish sleep in the early hours of the morning.