#amadeusstarter

Cooperation. It was a new concept between The Eye and so many supernaturals, they'd been acting under the senate's nose for over a century now, which was to say nothing for their global efforts. In the spirit of the threat that hung over them, the drow, the Asphodel, and whatever else wanted to take the city, cooperating was apparently the best path towards survival. Loyal; Dario was content to do as he was ordered, however that looked and in whatever way that manifested.

Tonight it was securing the perimeter. A rodent squealed as a blade sang through the air and pierced it to the base of a tree, its inflated brain indicative of the infection that one of the drow had embedded within. As Dario approached he could only think that the abomination looked vile, a cranium rat is what they were calling it. Some mindflayer offshoot. They were all over the city but couldn't enter the Outpost or Labyrinth, Dario could only assume that this was the drow trying to find a way inside.

"One of yours?" Dario asked, momentarily hopeful as he pulled the knife free and wiped it clean. A drow lingered in the shadows of the trees, his presence obvious through the palpable feel of the magic that washed over him, "No, this belongs to the other one." The drow had been watching the city and The Eye had been watching them, "You're the Beastmaster."

Another man. At least Amadeus had the decency to be handsome, which was far more than she could say for much of the rest of Ayi’ig’s council. There were few who truly used Lloth’s favour to its fullest potential, naturally the Devout, the Architect, and the Queen’s beastmaster. “You’ve an impressive menagerie.” Evanuris commented, she’d let herself in to his lair, Lloth’s handmaiden wasn’t limited to the court’s boundaries. “It is so rare to find a man that is not completely inept.”

"Is this more recon?" Dario asked as he leaned in a bit, it wasn't a nice place, but seeing the dark elf anywhere outside of the Court or somewhere that wasn't lurking on the outskirts of some secure establishment was new. His memories of the days following the apocalypse were intact, he remembered Amadeus being taken, and remembered dying in the process. Not exactly pleasant. "Scoping out how mortal bars compare to the Court's?" Dario leaned back again, "What's the verdict? Do you even have bars?"

"Beastmaster in a cage, ironic." Dario crouched next to it, woven magic and some sort of feymade material. Considerable and strong, but the crushing weight of the crumbling city, the fallen empire, and the broken tower had weakened it considerably. Death really must have been rejecting people, it was either that or the drow was even more tenacious than Dario had previously assumed. "I need help finding someone. A woman: Sanem Kartal, the Overseer for The Eye." The city was destroyed, everyone was scattered, Dario didn't care much for sides anymore. The drow either had a bloodhound or was part beast himself.