When Azrael's patience is finally rewarded, he's greeted with the sight of a small drow in plain, nondescript clothing, stepping out of a blue portal that he neatly closes with a gesture. He's nothing special to look at; the most interesting thing is his eyes, and the fact he carries himself with an air of quiet competency - and in a city that is quite clearly hostile to not only outsiders but seemingly anyone they find easy pickings, he wears no armor and carries no weapon.
Kimmuriel is not pleased to know there's some other absurd artifact that has somehow made its way here. The ones Toril already has are bad enough. But it's not as if this stranger has made it happen, so he supposes he can save his ire for the thing itself.
It was a face he remembered, the man just to the side of the ostentatious leader he'd petitioned. A shadow in comparison, but truthfully... that made him a little more comfortable. By the looks of it, the angel wasn't entirely sure if he could trust the other to remain covert. This one, the co-captain he'd been told, struck him as better cut out for this particular job. The lack of armor or weapons didn't escape his notice either, and this too brought him some odd comfort.
After all, it was a bit familiar to him, wasn't it?
Azrael nodded, gesturing upwards towards the path ahead. "I have. There is a city to the east of here that sits close to where the weapon was supposedly abandoned, I was hoping to begin our search there. The battlefield it was lost upon is sprawling, to say the least, so any chance we may get to narrow that field would be best taken advantage of." Considering the weapon's abilities and... aura, there was little doubt in his mind that there would be a few legends surrounding its existence.
"I will explain more on the way. Forgive my need for haste, I would feel more comfortable continuing this conversation above ground."
He gives him a searching look, and then simply nods.
"You are a strange one, to prefer the sunlight," he remarks, but he doesn't feel the need to press him. The man's tale had been outlandish enough that he can accept other strangeness as well, for the moment - and it's not as if Jarlaxle doesn't prefer the sun, himself.
"If you wish to hurry to the Surface before you say more," he says, sweeping his hand through the air, leaving a thin blue line that opens into a portal to a surface entrance, "we will take the quickest way. It would take several days' travel from here, otherwise."
The idea of portals, serpent holes as he knew them, when they appeared as this one did now, was not an odd one to him. That a being such as Kimmuriel might have access to such potent magic however, was. There was a clear moment of hesitation, not out of any obvious trepidation about entering the portal, but rather of surprise, and an instant and overpowering curiosity. Maybe he didn't spend enough time down here...
No, no, no he'd have his own questions to ask later, he could in fact learn some things pleasantly. And not hanging around a city full of murderous elves underground. Kimmuriel might just see the strange, plain drow's mouth open briefly, before shutting sharply once again, the man's red eyes bright and inquisitive in direct contrast to how his jaw tensed.
"Of course. Thank you." And with that, he stepped through, slipping past the boundaries of the portal to... simply appear again above ground. An empty clearing upon a road set within a sparse forest, not another soul to be seen.
"How expedient..." No passage through the space between openings, not even briefly, it was for all intents and purposes just a door to another 'room', so to speak. And speaking of well, speaking-
With a sigh that suggested some great unburdening of a tedious weight, the illusion simply fell away. All in one piece, the magic dissipated like fog burning away in the sun, accompanied by the swift and frankly explosive apparition of enormous snowy wings, runes glowing a faint blue. The "drow's" meager five feet too exploded upwards, seven, eight and then a full and imposing nine, only to drift higher still as he happily left the ground behind him to float weightlessly in the air.
Much better.
"My apologies for the deception, as I stated prior I required some discretion." You know, normal stuff, as one does.
Kimmuriel doesn't flinch, exactly, but the sheer amount of magic being suddenly released is impossible for him not to feel - especially since it is magic not of this plane. He knows that - it is strange in a way he cannot quite describe even to himself - from the moment the man in front of him sheds all his...bindings? Illusions?
He raises his eyebrows when the aasimar...? in front of him is done.
"You did mention that," he says. "But I question if the form you are most comfortable with counts as discreet." Really, it's terribly gaudy...
He thinks about it for a moment. "If anyone we might encounter asks, you would do well to say you are a very strange aasimar. They are not so common around here, if I recall."
"You misunderstand, I do not intend to remain as this. I have a multitude of shapes and illusions to choose from, and a profuse well of power from which to draw from, rest assured that I am well aware of how indiscreet my appearance is. I wished only to have no secrets kept from you." That and well, he really needed the break. The shape was confining after all, and after a while it became uncomfortably tight. Crammed into such a small space, walking everywhere...
"And to start, I will admit I've never heard of an aasimar before, strange or otherwise. I am not from this realm, no where close to it in fact, this place is completely alien to me. Which is why it is all the more important that I retrieve this lost abomination as quickly as possible, I cannot abide the idea of realms untouched by the sins of our own suffering from our mistakes."
"I thought as much," Kimmuriel says, without a hint of fear or even trepidation. "You are not like anyone I have ever seen before - anywhere." He was curious about the other man's world, he'll easily admit. He's always hungry for knowledge. But there would be time for that later.
Then, he looks at him with some curiosity. "If you are so far from this realm that you have never even heard of it, then how did such an artifact from your realm come to ours?"
"If you have any questions regarding my home, I would be more than happy to answer them, of course. The process of locating and collecting the weapon may prove to be a long one, after all, and there is only so much I know about it and it's history. Hardly enough to fill all the time we may spend together."
There's a slight downturn at the corner of his mouth at the question. It was expected yes, but it didn't make answering it any more pleasant. Ah, but it was quite literally ancient history here, wasn't it?
"Eons ago, no doubt long before much civilization even flourished here, it seems that this realm was in the path of what has been referred to as the Nephilim Rampage. Those aforementioned peoples traveled from realm to realm, conquering and destroying every world they fell upon with reckless abandon, with few able to withstand them. Undoubtedly, they battled here with the same intent, though considering that this world still lives they must have been handily repulsed.
It would not be the first time an Abomination has been abandoned at a battle site, though I do hope that one this far flung will be the last."
He looks curious. Perhaps a more outwardly enthusiastic person's face would have brightened; Kimmuriel is definitely not that person. "That is something I have never heard of, even in records...strange that it should be so momentous and yet gone unnoticed. Perhaps the ancient empires that used to exist on Toril fought against such a threat as you describe." Or even the gods? He's not a religious scholar, though. Gods are not of particular interest to him.
"You clean up the mess of your...ancestors, then? These...Nephilim." He pronounces it strangely; he has never heard the word before.
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Kimmuriel is not pleased to know there's some other absurd artifact that has somehow made its way here. The ones Toril already has are bad enough. But it's not as if this stranger has made it happen, so he supposes he can save his ire for the thing itself.
"You have made all other preparations?"
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After all, it was a bit familiar to him, wasn't it?
Azrael nodded, gesturing upwards towards the path ahead. "I have. There is a city to the east of here that sits close to where the weapon was supposedly abandoned, I was hoping to begin our search there. The battlefield it was lost upon is sprawling, to say the least, so any chance we may get to narrow that field would be best taken advantage of." Considering the weapon's abilities and... aura, there was little doubt in his mind that there would be a few legends surrounding its existence.
"I will explain more on the way. Forgive my need for haste, I would feel more comfortable continuing this conversation above ground."
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"You are a strange one, to prefer the sunlight," he remarks, but he doesn't feel the need to press him. The man's tale had been outlandish enough that he can accept other strangeness as well, for the moment - and it's not as if Jarlaxle doesn't prefer the sun, himself.
"If you wish to hurry to the Surface before you say more," he says, sweeping his hand through the air, leaving a thin blue line that opens into a portal to a surface entrance, "we will take the quickest way. It would take several days' travel from here, otherwise."
He motions for Azrael to step in.
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No, no, no he'd have his own questions to ask later, he could in fact learn some things pleasantly. And not hanging around a city full of murderous elves underground. Kimmuriel might just see the strange, plain drow's mouth open briefly, before shutting sharply once again, the man's red eyes bright and inquisitive in direct contrast to how his jaw tensed.
"Of course. Thank you." And with that, he stepped through, slipping past the boundaries of the portal to... simply appear again above ground. An empty clearing upon a road set within a sparse forest, not another soul to be seen.
"How expedient..." No passage through the space between openings, not even briefly, it was for all intents and purposes just a door to another 'room', so to speak. And speaking of well, speaking-
With a sigh that suggested some great unburdening of a tedious weight, the illusion simply fell away. All in one piece, the magic dissipated like fog burning away in the sun, accompanied by the swift and frankly explosive apparition of enormous snowy wings, runes glowing a faint blue. The "drow's" meager five feet too exploded upwards, seven, eight and then a full and imposing nine, only to drift higher still as he happily left the ground behind him to float weightlessly in the air.
Much better.
"My apologies for the deception, as I stated prior I required some discretion." You know, normal stuff, as one does.
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He raises his eyebrows when the aasimar...? in front of him is done.
"You did mention that," he says. "But I question if the form you are most comfortable with counts as discreet." Really, it's terribly gaudy...
He thinks about it for a moment. "If anyone we might encounter asks, you would do well to say you are a very strange aasimar. They are not so common around here, if I recall."
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"You misunderstand, I do not intend to remain as this. I have a multitude of shapes and illusions to choose from, and a profuse well of power from which to draw from, rest assured that I am well aware of how indiscreet my appearance is. I wished only to have no secrets kept from you." That and well, he really needed the break. The shape was confining after all, and after a while it became uncomfortably tight. Crammed into such a small space, walking everywhere...
"And to start, I will admit I've never heard of an aasimar before, strange or otherwise. I am not from this realm, no where close to it in fact, this place is completely alien to me. Which is why it is all the more important that I retrieve this lost abomination as quickly as possible, I cannot abide the idea of realms untouched by the sins of our own suffering from our mistakes."
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Then, he looks at him with some curiosity. "If you are so far from this realm that you have never even heard of it, then how did such an artifact from your realm come to ours?"
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There's a slight downturn at the corner of his mouth at the question. It was expected yes, but it didn't make answering it any more pleasant. Ah, but it was quite literally ancient history here, wasn't it?
"Eons ago, no doubt long before much civilization even flourished here, it seems that this realm was in the path of what has been referred to as the Nephilim Rampage. Those aforementioned peoples traveled from realm to realm, conquering and destroying every world they fell upon with reckless abandon, with few able to withstand them. Undoubtedly, they battled here with the same intent, though considering that this world still lives they must have been handily repulsed.
It would not be the first time an Abomination has been abandoned at a battle site, though I do hope that one this far flung will be the last."
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"You clean up the mess of your...ancestors, then? These...Nephilim." He pronounces it strangely; he has never heard the word before.