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Drakenvold bowed respectfully to Azazel as he entered the shrine which housed the Grim Forge. He was bedecked in a ceremonial robe covered in the spiteful words of the ancient scriptures of the old gods, this robe was custom fit to his size and shape but was a tad too long at the back, meaning the end had to be carried by his extremely nervous darkling squire, whom he had lovingly dubbed "Speck". He noticed Arktorious had gone to do better things, whilst the Baron had still not fully emerged. Drakenvold smiled to himself, fashionably late, as always, he thought.

"My lord Azazel, you may not remember me, it has been so long, but you were the one who brought me into this dangerous game. My name is Drakenvold, longstanding ally and friend of your brother, Baron Praxus, who has still not shown his face, I see. A pity, I was hoping to play a good game of chess with the old boy!" Drakenvold paused and cursed, realising he was getting carried away, which isnt the best thing to do in the presence of a god. "Anyway." he continued "The reason i have come here to adress the matter of Lilith's creature. As you know it is headed this way, and while in my opinion the inevitable clash will be a tad one sided, as we have two gods on our side with a third on the way, I feel a.....connection to Lilith's older monsters and know of their unspeakable power. If we allow overconfidence to get the better of us then, especially in your, and i hope you dont mind me saying this, 'weakened' states then it could cause us more grievance than we had expected." He straightened up, looking straight at the handsome god, and could not help noticing how expertly chiselled his features were. He looked at his own scaly body from beneath his robe. He had really let himself go, all that food and ale hed had since he got here, he had to commend the darklings, for all their incompetence they made excellent cooks, especially when it came to red meat, which said a lot.

"As i was saying my lord, we dont know the full power of this beastie. We need to know exactly what we are up against so we can find any weaknesses and form an attack plan. Of course this will have to be done on the spot, as we need to get a glimpse of the beast first before we can identify it, which will be when it attacks. That is why i have a request, and it is understandable if you deny it." He motioned to the dark tower in the distance, situated in the middle of the island. A building that had been denied access to for many a century due to the sheer lunacy written between the pages of the books housed inside. He knew the old gods were not want to sticking their noses into books when there was enemies to cull, but Drakenvold was.

"Lord Azazel, god of the neverending storms of destruction and the tides of rage, my request is to be granted access to the forbidden library."