#hyperenorstarter

That demon was right, black was not his colour, she'd washed the dye out of his hair so the natural blonde could come through again. Now, if anyone hadn't wanted to be there, Udaeus had muted their powers and thrown them over his shoulder until they were too far into the Court to protest. Sneaking had been easy, Udaeus kept them from being detected and Pelly kept them from crossing paths with anything that'd be too troublesome in terms of detection. Radar set their path towards the Queen's reliquary, all they needed to do was make it there, destroy the thing, and then the fey were going to get the crazy buff of their dreams. All that power: phase one would officially be complete. Echion's plan, which was Udaeus' plan, was going to take a while to finish, but they were very old and even if the others became impatient, the Pearl would not.

A great crash of lightning on the other side of the Court had Echion rolling his eyes. "A Blessed, isn't it?" Fucking idiots. Immediately the defences of the drow were put into high alert as robots and ilithids and monsters and fucking everything else came flooding into the streets. "Ah well, this was getting boring anyways."

“Stop looking at me like that.” Cold and evasive, the spartoi hated it. They had a vendetta to fulfill, and so far all that had happened was they’d been made fools of. “Udaeus, Pelorus, and I have a plan. We need you. Now get up, we’re going to turn the tide of this coming battle.” Echion was actively focused on not thinking about what had occurred during Midsommar, the white hot shame he felt in sleeping with his deceased lover’s brother was- it was more than the warrior wished to stomach. But this he could manage. Family. Conflict. Bloodshed. These things had never changed.