Role

Chapter 11

Salutations to my fabulous Elders of Do'tlar

How I despair at the cold shoulder I have received during the recent exile from
the Imperial Throne. Let us not even begin to mention the excommunication which
shook me to the foundation of my Faith. Hmm, quite an ordeal and an illuminating
lesson into the claims that Hell itself has no fury like a woman scorned. On the
contrary, a scorned woman can also be rather attractive, quivering with a barely
containable rage - but we digress from the subject at hand.

It is only due to my shameless seduction of a Highborn Elf that the circles of
summoning were able to be crafted strong enough to sever the bondage between the
Prince of Darkness and my dazzling self and reconnect my spiritual conduit with
the favoured Deity of our mysterious House. Now, without this redemption I would
simply lack the courage to send this courier to beg the assistance of you. Plans
stir in the shadows, my initial meeting with the Father of Devils was a success
in the mere fact that a crowned Emperor was able to leave the presence of such a
divine entity with his gorgeous head still attached to his somewhat muscular and
exotic shoulders. The exile from the Empire was an unexpected betrayal - but then
again, can one destined to pull and manipulate the ethereal strands that bind
the puppet to his Master ever endure his own strings being pulled? Hmm, an insult
to the myth and reputation of our fabled House.

So again, I boldly repeat my request and send this courier to herald my return to
the depths of the Underdark and within the banquet halls of House Do'tlar where
the future plans of our rise to the surface will be laid bare for your delicious
scrutiny.

Yours, truly yours.

Solraen Do'tlar the Risen Phoenix of Obscurities, Anathema to the Empire.