[Bozos of Bones]

Kynnen 57/85

Opening the old wooden doors with a loud creak, Kynnen saw the guard spoke the truth. The long curved blade caught his eyes first. Darkness was it's name, the Ender Falchion. He lowered his bloodied halberd gently to the floor, and stood infront of the dark grey weapon. Someone might pass through the hall, and see me here. he interrupted his awe to close the enforced door, making another creak. Alone with the falchion again, he gripped the flats of the blade carefully, knowing that both incurve and outcurve were sharpened to kill. This weapon's purpose was only to kill, not to show around, not to practice with, but to deal tremendous cuts, and it's design clearly showed it. Not a single curve, color or line existed on the blade that wasn't needed. Kynnen looked to the sides, to find the Cage, the weapon's open scabbard, to the left of the weapon, on the floor. He gripped the sword's grip, picked up the carrier, and put the blade in, with a soft metallic sound rebounding in the room.
Gently, respectfully, he put the blade down on the table, and found the rest of his equipment thrown about the room in a hurry. The blue crystal shard was there, the magic gem of the amulet he wore. He took it, and quickly inserted it back in the mask of Vhaeraun around his neck, reactivating the enchantment of the Face of God, how he named the amulet. He liked to name every part of his equipment that earned a name. The Infernal, the monicker of his chain armor, lay infront of him on the floor. Unclasping the cape, and putting it away, opening a strap here, a buckle there, he was quickly shed of the elven suit, and ready to wear his own. Being naked again reminded Kynnen of his injuries, of the open wound on his back, the pierce in his thigh and all the other cuts he recieved in his ventures through the castle. Putting both hands on his chest, he opened the dark tunnel to his deity, and called for the magic to heal himself.
The adamantite chain was, just like the falchion, the same color as the Drow's skin. With a ritualistic perfection, care and dedication, Kynnen started fastening the greaves, pauldrons and boots of the armor. The familiar feeling of the imbued magic being complete as soon as the Drow buckled the final buckle of the gauntlets made Kynnen stand for a moment in silence. His hands took the helm, with the front side made to look like the mask symbol of Vhaeraun, and put it over his head as a king would put on a crown. His hand found Darkness, and he put the weapon complete with the scabbard on his back. Complete, that is how he felt as he lifted the blade's grip, and took it out. Ready. He took back the cloak, tied the bag with Andrion's head to his back, and exited the room with another creak from the door.
To get out, and fast. My task here is complete, the chaos inflicted, and now it's time to continue my reign elsewhere. Kynnen though as he walked towards the rear exit, the room of the slaughter earlier.
Voices? Sure that he heard voices, Kynnen slowed his pace to a creep, and carefully looked into the next hallway through a small crack in the door. More guards, two at watch, two patroling. He could just see the door to the room he aimed for at the opposite side of the hall. These men were under orders, and are organised. Either the guard finally got it's act together, or some reinforcements came. Judging by the havoc Andrion unleashed earlier, and his own rampage, it was most likely the home guard were killed to a man, and that these were newcomers. Kynnen crept back, and started for the other direction, to find a door outside that maybe wasn't guarded yet. If the new soldiers just arrived, it will take them some time before they were positioned on all the castle's exits. Kynnen had to move faster if he was to ever get out alive.