Myr's Sword (Surraruthru)

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru slides his shepard's pie in front of himself.

"I suggest this. It's quite good."

[Anastasia]

"Excellent! Waitress, a pan of that and a jug of your finest liquor!" he orders. He then turns to Kascha and grins, "Ah, a fair ghaele. You keep splendid company, for rarely do I see such a perfect flower before me."

Kascha blushes rather warmly, hands on cheeks and looking down, "Ah, ah..." she murmurs.

"A Faerie Dragon, no less. What an unexpected surprise, few of your kind leave the Prime." He sweeps his arm about, "Few grasp the adventures and the joys of the planes! Cheers to you, sir!"

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru bows as best he can and takes a draw from his near-by mug.

"Alas, sir. If you mean to steal Kascha away from me with flattery, we'll have to do battle. And even after that, you'll have to contend with Seira."

[Anastasia]

"I wouldn't dream of it. Such a battle would be an unfair rout." He grins and pauses to take his food, an entire pan of the shepard's pie. He takes a bite out of it like its a bar, pan and all. Another and another, metal and food consumed with equal vigor. He then chugs an entire bottle of - is that brandy? Yep, looks like it. He then wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand. "Well, that was good. Let's talk outside, somewhere private." He stands up, going on out.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Well... He's a boisterous fellow. Shall we?"

Saying so, Surraruthru takes a hop and lands on Kascha's shoulder.

[Anastasia]

"Uh huh. He's handsome, too," Kascha's smiling and blushing as you head outside - and up, the titan marching on thin air like it's a stairway. A good couple hundred feet up into the air, where the sun shine is all and everything below becomes smaller.

"To business," Machos says, followed by a loud burp, He pounds his chest, "Pardon, pardon. So Vul'lath sent you my way? How is the old bastard? Still not an offering to the lich queen or a lich himself?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru makes note of Kascha's blush, hoping to remember to mention it to Seira next time they speak.

"Not unless he's keeping it a secret as far as I know. But yes, he pointed me in your direction. He's quite well. Was holding a lecture on planar energies when we left. I offered for him to come, but, well..."

Surruarthru shrugs.

[Anastasia]

"Great. So you want information from me?" he asks, "Elaborate on what you want, friend!"

[Iron Dragoon]

"I'm looking for a Yugoloth that fits a particular mold. One that stands out amongst the others in terms of lies, trickery, and illusions."

[Anastasia]

"That's like asking if one grain of sand in the desert stands out from others." But the titan's grinning, "I like it! That shows some guts, going for the almost impossible task. " He reaches out and thumps your shoulder, enough to jar both you and Kascha. "Anything else about this 'loth?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hmm.. Possibly one that's hiding a significant truth, or whose defeat will reveal a truth? From what I gathered myself, the General of Gehenna seems to fit, but I don't know any specific information on him."

[Anastasia]

"I like it! The General of Gehenna is the biggest 'loth fish there is. Bigger than the Oinoloth, no less. Most of the daemons keep their heads down so low they're up their own asses, but the General's well known. The catch is that no one really knows much about him. He's THE threat, the apocalypse maker, the end. Between us and the wind, he's on a level with the greatest planar lords and deities. Go after him and you'd best be ready for a battle like nothing else, if you can even find him to confront him."

He claps his hands together now, a thunderous burst of noise. "Now you want someone a little more approachable, the new Oinoloth's a secret keeper. All going around as the Adversary and keeping that hood of his up. 'course, new or not, he'll still damned powerful. Heard he's recently been entangled in some sort of trouble in the Astral too, didn't work out for him."

A pause for him to scratch his nose. "But what no one knows, no one really knows, is that there's daemon rulers. Sneaky motherfuckers. You know the archangels of Elysium? If you do, same thing. The archangels stay hidden for good reasons, the daemon's rulers do it because they're monstrous dicks. The Oinoloth and the General of Gehenna are the public face of the daemons, but the private face is even uglier. Anyway, they call themselves Nether Lords or Inheritors of the Nether, or sometimes Lords of the Nadir. Even better, there's one who rules over secrets."

[Iron Dragoon]

"That certainly sounds like it fits the bill..."

Surraruthru turns to Kascha.

"Does that sound like something Aurora can take on?"

[Anastasia]

Kascha considers, "If we get a straight shot at him, yes. That's the trick, isn't it?" She looks to the titan, who nods.

"If you think you can just walk up and get a fair fight against the daemon of secrets, you're stupider than a barbazu," The titan laughs again, "I can give you some pointers if you have some good lore to give to me."

[Iron Dragoon]

"I'm up for a trade, certainly. We'll have to put some resources into finding a way to get at this guy, though."