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    The oasis was especially inviting that day, unnaturally so. One sapphire pool in particular seemed to occupy the most peculiarity. There, like another mirage in the desolate desert, lay a prism ten feet tall and similarly wide at it's base. Other than it's size, the curious sight held within it a single shadowy skinned man, a drow.

    His features, though distorted through the transparent but solid substance, seemed to show signs of experience. Deep, dark tattoos emphasized his disquieting eyes. More malevolent marks decorated the unveiled regions of his body, making his form appear evermore predatory. Lightless strands poured from his crown to his neck, providing an almost malign shade about his face.

    Amaranthine adornments draped down from his unsleeved shoulders, tattered around the reaches of his silvery shoes. If one were to inspect this piece more closely at the rear, they would be greeted by a dark symbol, similar to a devil's eye, ever watchful, in an ominous black pyramid. A studded leather muffler armored his neck and shoulders. Golden bangles secured his forearms, along with coiling anklets of the same material. From a wide, leathery girdle hung a sheathed serpentine sword of a peculiar make, unlike any in this land. In this prism, he stood motionless, eyes shut at rest.

    In the sand before the pool, a heavy stone spewed up from below. All at once the slate took upon an almost gelatinous form, rising up out of the sand, tiny grains streaming off of it as though it were still solid. The stone's shape shifted then. A rounded haft, followed by a long pole capped by a hammer, forming a crude maul. The weapon fell then to rest upon the hot sands.

    "Nothing to do but wait."
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    Drium slowly wandered through the desert, his posture hunched, arms lifelessly at his sides, his feet all but dragging over the hot sands. A deep scowl was crossed over his face, most in part due to blistering heat that battered down upon him. His violet mop of hair was matted down against the back of his neck, and a fair bit of bangs stuck to his forehead, clouding his vision. He was tired, bordering on exhausted, rust colored eyes half-lidded and staring blankly forward, the feline ears atop his head lowered in disinterest in the world around him.

    It had only been a day? Two, maybe, since he had escaped capture and transport to execution from Ashoka’s inquisitors. Since then, he had begun walking in a straight line through the desert, his only company being the whistling wind and rhythmic clinking of the fangs that lined his necklace. The demon knew that if he just kept going in one direction, any direction, eventually he would run into a city or town, or more preferably escape the country, and the inquisitors, altogether. It was that thought alone that kept him awake and trudging forward.

    As his march continued, his unfocused eyes suddenly picked up on something… peculiar. He slowed, barely lifting his head to get a better look at the wavy image in the distance. Palm trees. Which mean fertile soil. Which meant water. Instinctively, he picked up the pace, gradually picking up speed until he was at a full sprint, blindly running towards what he believed could be a place of respite, his tunnel vision blocking out the potential existence of anything else.

    The sapphire pool gleamed in the sunlight before him, the brightness beginning to mirror itself in his eyes. As he rushed the edge, Drium dropped to his knees, and forcefully thrust his face forward, completely submerging his head in the water. The shockingly cool liquid surrounded him immediately in a refreshing embrace that sent an easing shiver down his spine. The demon remained motionless for several long seconds, his shoulders relaxing, the tenseness in his body visibly melting away.

    Despite being underwater, a heavy, muddled thud reached his ear, snapping him out of the distant dimension of euphoria in which he resided. Quickly, he snapped his head up from pool, sending a splash of water in every direction. His gaze scanned the surroundings, first picking up on the strange weapon that now lay in the sand, and also the mysterious and rather large structure that stood before it.

    He blinked slowly, staring blankly at the prism before focusing on the figure that resided inside it. The words left his mouth before he even had a chance to process them himself.

    ”What the hell is this?”
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    The prism shimmered in the sapphire pool. Its host still, eerily still, suspended in a glassy cage. Breathless, he might have been incorrectly assumed deceased by an unsuspecting subject. That is, if they took no notice of the static noise emanating from him. Hot waves obscured the prism, streaking up and away, making the scene evermore illusionary. This was not his design, but perhaps a 'happy' coincidence. Any and all invitation to draw the rash to his prison door was necessary.

    His earlier thought had been futile in execution. He had patiently waited, and his bait was all but ignored. It had not been a complete loss, however. He had attracted some kind of walking beast, a demon. He wondered for a moment, if this was not his salvation, but rather his execution. His lids remained closed, for the moment, as he studied the creature in other ways. Obviously intelligent, he noted. Capable of articulated speech. Not a minor demon, whom words came out in brief animalistic grunts.

    He drew deeper into his investigation. "What's this?" Captivated, the drow was delighted to spy an elemental energy emanating from his subject. "Excellent. I shall have my escape." Secret words flourished in his mind. So now he had a means. But how to liberate himself and live long enough for it to matter? That plan still remained raw, incomplete.

    "Powerful, fast, and intelligent. Dangerous... and deadly. What a boon you shall be." He could not help himself from dreaming then. Beneath black lids he saw fires lighting the skies. Kings... no. Gods brought to their knees. Nations unified under a prismatic pyramid. He would discard the dissenters as he had been done. But still, he had not contemplated his survival, here and now. What could be done to secure that?

    He could keep no longer from examining the devil without his sight. His painted eyelids opened to reveal black orbs, each with a dwarfed white pupil. They fixated on the fiend in front of them, studiously taking what secrets they could. They poured through the creases of his face for lingering expression. Surely unsettling to the common observer, the black figure continued to remain still throughout this, his eyes so dark that only the white specters of his focus seemed to move at all. Then all at once they were swallowed up again by the serpents stained into his face.

    "Not a brute then, perhaps a demonstration." He had chosen his first lure wrongly, expecting something more chaotic. But this was fine, indeed more useful to him. This time he would make a more educated guess. The maul drew up out of the sand once again, still for a moment at the height of the demon's chest. Slowly oozing, the weapon began to lose its form, rocks falling off in clumps to the soft sand below. Finally when all but one stone had gone, a dagger was shaped. One familiar to the demon. It floated freely over, and fell to the demon's feet.

    Suddenly, the sapphire waters stirred. A small stream of silvery liquid drew up from the pool, slowly spiraling around the prism. The water began to form daggers of ice all around, in a halo, blades toward the prism. They hovered there for a few moments, then all at once, stabbed inward. Upon impact they shattered, but the prism, remained the same.
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    Following his outburst of a question, Drium took a few moments to process exactly what it was that he was seeing before him. The exhaustion that lurked within his mind and body was heavy upon him, and his reactions were noticeably slower than normal, his eyes threatening to close despite himself; especially after submerging his head in such cool, refreshing water. The desire to collapse where he knelt and drift into a temporary unconsciousness was a powerful one. It would have to wait until this particular oddity was thoroughly dealt with however.

    There was someone frozen here, trapped in what appeared to be some kind of translucent prison. He almost laughed at the dark memory that suddenly flashed in his mind’s eye as he pieced the scene together. ’Ah, something else I wanted to forget entirely… damn...’ Inhaling deeply then, he shook his head, sending droplets of water spraying everywhere, his feline ears flicking wildly to free themselves of liquid and to focus his resolve on the situation at hand. Drium looked at the structure and the one frozen within it once more, just in time to catch the figure beginning to peer out at him. ’So, they’re definitely conscious and alive in there…,’ he stated internally to himself while quickly splashing his hands and bracers into the pool of water again.

    It took a keen bit of determination for the demon to will himself back to his feet, a hissing exhalation of effort escaping him as he did so. He stared up into the emptiness of the other’s eyes, but had no immediate reaction one way or the other to the sight of them. Normally, he would have figured those to have been the eyes of a demonic brethren, but their physical form was that of a Drow, and there was no sense or sign of familiarity from within the prism as far as he could tell. Just as he had pondered over that, the figure’s eyes closed, and the weapon that had thudded onto the ground began to rise up into the air. The demon tensed in response, preparing to make some sort of dodge or counter in the event that he had unwittingly stumbled into a hostile situation. But the attack never came.

    Confusion spread across his features, his brow furrowing and head tilting ever so slightly as he watched the maul crumble into pieces, the last remnant morphing into the form of a blade before collapsing in front of him. He looked at the stone creation, at its similarities to his own weapon before glancing up again to see the waters in front of them shift and churn. Even while imprisoned, this person could still manipulate the elements. Interesting. It was a shame they couldn’t use that power to free themselves.

    A sly, toothy grin spread across his lips as the daggers of ice splintered against the shell of the prism. “So you want to escape...” He spoke aloud, suddenly understanding what was going on and being exhibited to him. “I know the feeling.” Of course, this realization sparked a whole new set of questions: why were they imprisoned? Who imprisoned them? How did their prison get here? among them. But the demon pushed those thoughts out of mind. After all, he was no stranger to imprisonment. Shit happens.

    Drium began approaching the prism casually then, flicking one of his daggers out of its sheath and twirling deftly in fast circles within the palm of his hand. He stopped a few inches away from the structure and leaned his shoulder against it while continuing his nimble action. “It’ll be real simple to get you out of there... “ He spoke calmly, taking the time to rap his knuckles against the prism’s surface, getting a feel for the strength and thickness of its composition. “I’d ask you what’s in it for me if I free you, but I take it you’re not in the best position to talk…” His eyes shifted away then as he let a pause hang in the air. “So let’s make a deal. If I set you free, you owe me a Favor.”

    “Cool?” He waited a few seconds, letting another pause hang in the air. He let the silence translate to consent. ”Cool.”

    Instantly, Drium gripped his spinning dagger, simultaneously enchanting the blade with a flow of infernal energy, the blade beginning to glow a blood red as it extended outwards. He pulled back steadily, eyes training onto the prism and the exact location to which he was aiming. Then he struck, sending a heavy slash of metal and energy towards the side of the structure with the intent to shatter it where it stood.
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    The blackened figure, secured by arcane seals, opened his eyes once more to meet the devil ahead of him. Now he understood. He could tell not only by the expression on his forlorn face, but in verbal confirmation as well. Good. "There is pain here to work with..." He pondered on this, searching for a means of manipulation. He felt confident he could find one within this subject, but he longed for a time when such methods were no longer necessary.

    He could not ponder for long, however, as the lightly clothed creature finally approached the edge of the prism. As the demon's shoulder pressed up against the translucent material, the drow filled with dark excitement. He could feel the infernal warmth of the fiend before him. His fiery aura extended invisibly beyond the prism's barriers. To have such energies within, such plentiful resources to create, or destroy...

    His daydreams were interrupted then, by the demon's deal. He knew that to contract with a devil was rarely without regret, but what choice did he have to make? Would his favor be worse than an eternity imprisoned? No. Whatever this creature had planned for him was surely more of a comfort than that. He watched then, as he prepared to strike, analyzing the masonry. The drow would have smiled then if he could. Instead, the serpents swallowed their ghostly prey once more.

    The dagger struck to the very heart of the prism, sending shining flinders flying out. It's gemstone structure cracked in seven directions, all along and around the priceless prison. A shattering noise emanated from within it, splintering crystal echoing out. Then, like the disquieting calm before a storm, silence... Nothing.

    Suddenly, light, first white, then forever pitch shone out of the cracks. At each fissure the prison began to open, come apart, leaving seven shimmering slabs, each with a different dark symbol. Each symbol contained a different dark eye. The stones rose up then, swirling around their host, with a dark fury. Finally, they briefly dispersed, then crashed back in on their prisoner, threatening to crush him then and there, or so it seemed. They shattered, each into several hail-sized chunks, all falling into the sapphire pool, plinking and splashing water all around.

    When all distractions settled, there remained the drow, unscathed. His features were much more obvious now, although still peculiar. He stood a high two meters from head to toe, above average for a drow. His long, though supernaturally alluring facial structure held evidence of maturity. He seemed more ancient than truly old. He had no wrinkles, or visible bags, not that one could see them under the fanged serpents tattooed over and around his eyes. The black marks etched into the skin of his extremities were now revealed to hold the same sinister eyes that had appeared over his prison. All except for one were accounted for on visible skin, instead cradled in the dark pyramid aback his arcane vestments.

    He looked then to the man of his salvation. He walked, with such a foreign courtesy, toward the demon. The long-eared man inspected him with new clarity, but muted interest. For a good moment, he remained quiet. His gaze met the hellion's. "I am in your debt." His voice rasped, soothing and unsettling, with an almost prided accent. He turned his attention back to the shining rubble that had once confined him. He extended a claw-nailed hand out gesturing it upwards, with it a brilliant, though very jagged, gemstone raised out of the pile. He waved his hand further, pulling it closer to the two of them, and as it neared, the piece's edges smoothed and became more perfect. When finally it floated over to the demon, a fully cut, fist-sized diamond greeted him. "Consider this a token of my gratitude."

    The slate-skinned man stepped closer to the pile again, pulling up this time four perfectly pyramidal prisms. In each a different hue of faint light shimmered, alluding to their respective energies. As he did this, the remaining diamonds seemed to sink into the sand and water at their feet, to be stored below. "A deal is a deal, however, so you shall have your favor." He ambled back to the demon, and past him, to reach down and pick up the stone dagger he had dropped before him earlier. It changed once more in his hand, this time to a relic-like object, another pyramid, an unblinking eye etched into each side. Like the diamond, it floated over to the demon as well. When it arrived, another diamond shard spewed up from the water, piercing the bottom eye of the new gift, and embedding itself deep within, leaving no point of entry visible. "If you need my assistance, crush this, and I will arrive as fast as the winds can take me."
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    Instinctively, Drium recoiled from the sudden flash of light, arm raising to shield his eyes in the crook of his elbow. It lasted for only an instant, and when the sharp glow faded, replaced by dark, he slowly lowered his arm rust colored eyes watching as the prism began to come apart. The sight that was beginning to play out in front of him led the demon to think it best to increase his distance. To that end he backed away, watching as the slabs, with their strange, archaic symbols, rose and spun furiously around their immobile captive. In the back of his mind was the vague thought to run, a pinch of remembrance that caused his muscles to tense in preparation to flee. For in his past experiences, when things began to spin around a central conduit like this, the end result was an explosion. Despite this he stood his ground, however warily, and watched as the prism then collapsed in onto the prisoner before shattering, the remnants of the structure plunking heavily into the pool.

    Drium watched as the pieces fell, then shifted his gaze to the figure who had previously been held inside. He studied the figure, curious, but silent, the tenseness he had felt earlier with all the movement going on melting off of him now that things were more still. Inwardly he recognized that he was generally feeling quite jumpy recently, but tried not to dwell on it. It had to be chalked up to recent events and his still unresolved tiredness. Still, it pricked of annoyance to know that he felt so unsteady.

    The demon’s feline ears twitched curiously as the newly freed male approached him. It had not been entirely obvious to him before how tall the other man was, but now that he was much closer in proximity, the difference in height between them was more noticeable. When they spoke, he gave a toothy grin in response and nodded affirmatively. It was good that the Drow understood and accepted the terms of the agreement. Drium didn’t often make pacts or deals. Mostly because those he encountered couldn’t offer him any benefit, or were unable to perform a task that he couldn’t do himself. But this one was a curious exception. Their apparent proficiency with elemental magics could come in handy in the future...

    He watched as the gemstone was moved and manipulated through the air in response to the Drow’s gestures. An appreciative whistle blew from his lips as he regarded the diamond that was being gifted to him. He snatched the stone out the air, eyes widening with obvious greed, his focus being sucked entirely into the faceted and cut gem. ‘How useful,” he mumbled aloud as the light of the sun reflected off the jewel, the resulting sparkles dancing in his gaze. It had been quite some time since he last had come into contact with such a sizeable gem, and the weight of it in his hand was an almost forgotten comfort to him.

    Just then a thought popped into his head. Had any of the locations where he had previously stashed his hoards been compromised? He hadn’t checked up on them in so long, his emotionally instability having been such a large distraction. Had the things he had stolen from Castle Evermore been recovered? What about the rewards from his various espionage and assassin commissions? He shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. ’Focus. Think about that later.’

    Blinking, Drium gazed with a distant expression at the smaller pyramid that was now floating in the air in front of him. He reached out to take it, regarding it with bemusement, lifting it above his head and turning it all around in his hand, taking in all sides of it. ”Uh huh…” He breathed, quickly mulling its use over and in what circumstance it would be best to utilize it. ”So it’s like a summoning stone of sorts, okay.” He nodded, mostly to himself. The eye symbol seemed to be this guy’s calling card, for it was everywhere and on everything relating to his existence thus far. ”Nice eye… Motif… Thing… You’ve got going on here.” The comment was offhanded, but still a bit complimentary, if still in a roundabout kind of way.

    Finally, he gave the other his direct attention, or at least as much of it as he could gather, and placed the relic into one of the pockets on his pant leg. ”So, who are you anyway?” He asked while keeping the diamond out and shifting its weight between his palms, the smooth texture and sharp facets helping to ground him for the time being. ”And how’d you end up trapped in a prism in the middle of the desert?”
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    The deep-colored man's gaze furrowed at the demon's reaction to his gift, not out of displeasure though. Behind this mask the drow was grinning ear to ear. Ah, greed, at the heart of every great corruption, it shall serve me well in this world. He had guessed correct. His freer, like many powerful individuals, could not resist the call of riches. Surely, this is what would sow the seeds of his rise. He watched in delight at the demon's distraction. He now had a fuel for whatever fires he may need to set, quite literally.

    The infernal was quite observant, taking notice to a piece of the true nature of the man, though he did not likely know it, yet. He debated comment, not wanting to show too much of himself. Obviously a demon would less likely to worry over disturbing details, but still, it was best to keep secrets unless absolutely necessary. At last he settled upon a short phrase, "Thank you." His words again seemed to spill out oddly, seeming genuine yet unnatural, accompanied by unsettling tone. And yet, he felt compelled to tell a little more, regardless of risk. "They are the seven eyes of Kig'Xaht the Knower." This time his mask briefly cracked. A dark dreaming grin affixed his face for a moment, quickly snuffed to avoid evidence.

    He watched as the demon stowed his prize, and was relieved that he had not yet gained his full attention, though he knew soon that may, and took care again in his secrecy. Questions came then, an unfortunate outcome for the drow, though not surprising. His reply of delicately chosen words took some time to escape his lips, "The drow knew me as Yig'Raxis." He paused, contemplating discretion. "But I think that name has been outlived. You, my comrade, may call me Xaé. Of my prior circumstances, I have little information, suffice to say that my previous host discarded me within that prison. Some men are so foolish, afraid of their own power." His speech sought to compel the thirst for glory hidden in all wealth ambitious individuals. Snake-tongued and mysterious, he attempted to bemuse the devil.

    He turned to the horizon then, searching for signs of civilization. "I must educate my mind about this land. What can you tell me of the locations of nearby settlements? Preferably any that may include a library." The words traversed his tongue in disquieting dialect. He was always clear in his speech, though something also seemed amiss. They resonated unlike any creature of commonplace. And still, they held a delicate reassurance, preemptively resisting scrutiny. The man had about him an unnatural charm, like the dangerous allure of a burning building. It demanded attention through both destruction and beauty.
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