lich ruler

[Miraqariftsky]

Neshi waits for the blood to dry on the parchment, then folds it up and tucks it away in his satchel of scrolls. He gets down and bows low once more, his nose in the dust.

Getting up, he says to the lhesh, "A thousand thanks to thee and thine, milord. May the olden gods prosper thy home and thy holds"

He checks all his straps and makes sure that everything is in order. Sighing, Neshi hefts his old suit of armour and places it gently, almost reverently into the center of the cart that the councilors had provided them.

Right before the company leaves the gates of the mosid'ar capitol, Neshi turns and calls back to the gathered goblinoid nobles, patting the treaty within the satchel, "First thing I'll do once we make it to the city proper is to get a good, decent scribe to copy this and then I shall burn it and scatter the ashes over a river. We never know what wicked men may do with such a contract, especially with blood magic..."

He draws his khopesh and pumps it in the air in salute. "Kra Lhesh Korkash! Sekor Da'hrkaan'e! Kra Yorrick'ar dur verd'kun!"

As the companions march through the early hours of the night, the flush of victory and glory slowly seep away to be replaced once more by the pain of loss and the sting of sorrow. He sinks into his saddle, dark eyes sunken and his brow weighed down with woe.

Suddenly, he notices that he had been shivering. He snorts, still amazed at the mist of the breath in the North and at the coldness of the night. He rubs his arms and wraps his cloak tighter around himself, chafing against the cold.

Neshi sighs and looks into the darksome sky. Far, far away, in mountains misty and gray, there is the rumble of thunder and the crash of a hailstorm but he pays it no heed. He looks within himself and without and sees the darkness ascendant yet the stars, the stalwarts of Ra, the children of Tefnut, fight on.

"...love on, for love is the one true light..." A voice sweeter than honey and a scent more fair than mortal tongue could tell brushes his soul in its kiss.

Neshi sighs, then sighs a second time. Allowing himself the slightest of smiles, he hums a hymn of the templars of Sanctum.

"Aure entuluva, day shall come again..."

((OOC: (1d20+6)[10] Spot (1d20+4)[21] Listen--- What?! Just being cautious, yo))