Tyraturos,Thay - 1372 Dale Reckoning
"You are late" Szass Tam words, but there was little rebuke in his tone. If there was one thing that the Lich learned with his undeath was patience, and Yaphyll had time and again proved her worth to the Zulkir of Necromancy.
"A Red Wizard is never late, nor is she early. She arrives precisely when she means to." there was a delirious tune to Yaphyll's voice, the youthful Zulkir of Divination was well aware the Lich meant her no harm.
"You must be very confident you will please me if you dare mock me so, Yaphyll. I will share your enthusiasm. Come and join me, good friend." With a giggle the demure wizard crossed the opulent room, and found a seat close to Szass, ignoring the dry rot odor that so marked his gaunt frame. She purred her pleasure, taking the withered hand that so closely resembled a claw, and taunted with promises as she took the hardened fingernails between her oh so crimson lips.
"I have long forsaken the pleasures of the flesh, Yaphyll. These bothersome human emotions serve only to hold you back" Usually to be this close to the fearsome immortal wizard would cost dearly to any normal human, but his fellow Zulkir was well protected by her own magical devices. One of her many pieces of jewelry, as her red robe slid to the floor.
"Dont I deserve a little reward, Szass?" the sassy mage teased, she was well aware how little his body answered her. He could be hideous, but his cheer power was intoxicating. "Or a big one? I will give you the Simbul."
His body did stir, making Yaphill laugh with joy. Arousal might mean little to the Lich. but revenge was something else. Revenge was the delicacy that breathed fresh life in his long dead veins. The Simbul was the ruler of the neighbor kingdom Aglarond, a powerful sorceress that thrawed time and again Thay's efforts to conquer her country, and a personal nemesis of Szass himself. There were few that could rival the necromancer in the mastery of magical arts, and fewer still that could best him. The Simbul was one of them.
"How?" Thay had recently halted aggression towards its neighbor country, favoring instead continent wide commercial domination. Trade with Aglarond was booming, true, but the Lich expected it would take several years before it would cause any kind of local unrest in that particularly wary Kingdom.
"I was thinking silken scarfs, leather cuffs and..." she was overindulging, she had already secured the reward she truly craved if the ploy worked. "... Velsharoon's Grimoire" Velsharoon was the God of Necromancy, but before in life he was a Red Wizard and Szass's rival for the post of Zulkir of Necromancy. Supposedly the book could have clues on how Velsharoon ascended to Godhood.
There was a long silence as the Lich considered the price. A steep one, undoubtedly, but he knew his fellow ruler wouldn't approach him without some gain in mind. "If it works, yes. The book will be yours. Now show me how."
"With pleasure. I recently learned of a new pawn in our lands. Here, look..." A crystal ball materializes on her hands and slowly but surely an image begins to form.