Glimpse of Light..

After traveling and observing for a while, Myrkull settled for this dark race.
He has seen their potential and now he inspects them for a closer look.

Their chain of command is very rigid and they are methodical, and precise as well as efficient.
He has watched them as they've quickly spotted the graves and understood what they were for.
Not only that, after the Drow had excavated the Mythal key for this Keep they created several incorporeal Undead to ward off potential adventurers.
Inside the old Elf Manor they ransacked it, created makeshift guard rooms and a few traps.
And when they've unearthed the crypts, their leader bound several Daemons to this place and recruited a few Troll-Mercenaries for sentry duty.

Now Myrkull watched from the Shades as they open crypt after crypt.
So this is how it feels to be proud, although in a condescending way.
These Drow are now starting to crawl out of the Underdark that is mostly a prison.
They will be eager to form an alliance..


Loud sounds, coming from the back rooms startle them. They quickly drop several Darkness spells and poison their arrows.
The scouts and sharpshooters take position.
The ambassador shifts closer for a good look; this could be exciting..
Then one by one the Darkness areas are dispelled and a sudden bright flash blinds most of the Drow.
Shielding his sensitive eyes, Myrkull catches a glimpse of a Flame-engulfed Zealot (cleric) standing behind a shining beacon (paladin).

Without thinking, the ambassador walks away. Stepping from this Shadow into another he sets foot in his domain within seconds.

Exciting ànd unexpected.