Underhanded Plot|Talen'sul

[iamtuo]

Tempest, while eating some food is talking to one of his aide's. "So, do you have the poison for Darkstorm's drink? Enough to make it difficult for him to fight in the morning?"

[Northen Light36]

(OOC: *chuckle* Geeze. I know Darkstorm isn't the world's nicest guy, but there are so many people trying in poison him I almost feel sorry for him.)

[Kender Bard]

His aide bows and nods, showing the vial.

[iamtuo]

Tempest finishes off his current meal. "Good, see to it that it gets into Darkstorms food or wine or whatever. Now go see that it gets done. And send for another plate of food for me while your at it!"

[Kender Bard]

The aide clasps his hands and bows and gives word to the camp cook that Tempest wishes for another meal while take a desert tray and heading to Darkstorm's tent. This servant is wise enough to slip the poison in before taking the tray to him though. The servant enters and sets the tray humbly before Tempest.

[iamtuo]

Tempest digs into the food. "It's about time you lazy lackwit." He snorts before waving the servant away.

[Kender Bard]

The servant bows and leaves. Once his back is turned towards Tempest, he smirks devilishly.

[iamtuo]

Tempest then digs into his meal and doesnt notice the servant's smirk.