Painted lips curl into a sadistic sneer as you journey into the darkest bowels of the earth and into the very belly of hell where the painter of souls has made his home, a network of criss-crossing caverns and tunnels comprising a replica of the savage Underdark where the people the abomination had once called ‘kin’ dwelt.
Treading carefully down a steep slope the torch you use to light your way splutters hungrily licking at the smothering darkness that plagues the beasts lair like a cancer, colourless sapphires flicker back and forth adjusting their perception of your appearance slightly for doubtlessly B’esctra had been monitoring your progress into his lair for some time now.
The passage broadens suddenly expanding into a gigantic hall of stone crafted countless centuries ago by dwarven sculptures who had since been driven out by the fearsome killing machine that now inhabited its walls, perched upon a blackened throne that was surrounded by countless skulls of all shapes and sizes, the throne was remarkably preserved and hewn from exquisite marble upon which sat a monstrous figure.
All you can make out are the cruel lips curling inwardly and forcing words out from betwixt their lengths for his grotesque and battle scarred visage remained blanketed in shadow” Why seeks you death’s servant creature..?” he asks a set of elongated talons raking maliciously at one of the arms of his usurped throne as he awaits your answer, choose what business you have with the assassin warily, for should you choose the wrong answer he might unleash his fury upon thee.
B’esctra does not deal with creatures such as Dragons or demons, buy yourself an army instead.
Methods of Assassination