Things had been painfully calm since the ceremony on that dark night so long ago. The Scathachians had been lulled into a false sense of security. The Fangs of Bhaal's plots had taken a more quiet and covert nature, slowly and steadily establishing more power in the background of Rhy'Din City. Satyr Industries had grown significantly in size and finance, becoming a trusted name. Its shipping service was the prominent force of its income and strength.
Thus, Lady Dracina Hemdagg, company president, was proud to head such a steadily growing power of subversion and manipulation. Already wealthy before its establishment, her personal wealth had grown significantly to allow her a chance to further Satyr Industries' purpose and the Bhaal's temple's arsenal. While her lovely Nocent was still fervently leading the weekly rituals and indulging in the occasional murder, Dracina had been cementing the Fangs of Bhaal's public face's foundations.
She had recently made a significant and difficult purchase over a beneficial asset. With enough finangling through financial influence and the aid of her lawyer, Mr. Howe, Dracina had established control of the deed and several acres of land around an old castle dominated by a single tower north of Rhy'Din City. It had been long since abandoned and had fallen into ownership of the city and ready to be condemned. But now it belonged to Satyr Industries.
Truly, the tower had haunted her dreams and memories for years although she couldn't exactly understand why. The castle had once belonged to a dissolved and defunct guild known as the Apparitions of Dark Fury. The old ruin had shared its name being known as the Dark Fury Tower. She only recalled the name of the guild in passing early in her life and subsequent unlife from former and present members alike. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling she shared a connection with the tower.
The official Satyr Industries press release would read that Dark Fury Tower would serve as a housing for offices once it was properly restored and refurbished. In fact it needed a lot of work and the odd tilt of its spire was at the top of the list of repairs to be done. Yet it would actually be a perfect location for the Fangs of Bhaal to carry out activities that would not be secure within Rhy'Din City.
Those activities could be decided once the old castle had been renewed, but Dracina already could invision a few things. Dark Fury Tower could serve as secret housing for assassins or diabolical torture chambers. It would actually allow attention to be diverted from Iron Helm Flats in terms of interior architecture. Of course victims and prisoners would be blindfolded before arriving or after leaving its halls so not to confirm the tower's true nature. And of course the company tours would have to be limited strictly to the visible offices. Just like Satyr Industries was for the Fangs of Bhaal, the tower would be a public face for something more sinister underneath.
Now it was time to inspect her purchase and Dracina stood from her desk and smoothed out her long, translucent white dress and gave a cursory glance over the deed in her hands. She smiled then rolled it up and tucked it under arm before heading out of her private office. She instructed one of her passing blood ghoul servants to have her carriage ready in front of Bosartig Manor and the underling rushed off to relay the order.
The Fangs of Bhaal had been silent too much for her liking and it was time to make strides in changing that....
((Recommended reading.))
Thus, Lady Dracina Hemdagg, company president, was proud to head such a steadily growing power of subversion and manipulation. Already wealthy before its establishment, her personal wealth had grown significantly to allow her a chance to further Satyr Industries' purpose and the Bhaal's temple's arsenal. While her lovely Nocent was still fervently leading the weekly rituals and indulging in the occasional murder, Dracina had been cementing the Fangs of Bhaal's public face's foundations.
She had recently made a significant and difficult purchase over a beneficial asset. With enough finangling through financial influence and the aid of her lawyer, Mr. Howe, Dracina had established control of the deed and several acres of land around an old castle dominated by a single tower north of Rhy'Din City. It had been long since abandoned and had fallen into ownership of the city and ready to be condemned. But now it belonged to Satyr Industries.
Truly, the tower had haunted her dreams and memories for years although she couldn't exactly understand why. The castle had once belonged to a dissolved and defunct guild known as the Apparitions of Dark Fury. The old ruin had shared its name being known as the Dark Fury Tower. She only recalled the name of the guild in passing early in her life and subsequent unlife from former and present members alike. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling she shared a connection with the tower.
The official Satyr Industries press release would read that Dark Fury Tower would serve as a housing for offices once it was properly restored and refurbished. In fact it needed a lot of work and the odd tilt of its spire was at the top of the list of repairs to be done. Yet it would actually be a perfect location for the Fangs of Bhaal to carry out activities that would not be secure within Rhy'Din City.
Those activities could be decided once the old castle had been renewed, but Dracina already could invision a few things. Dark Fury Tower could serve as secret housing for assassins or diabolical torture chambers. It would actually allow attention to be diverted from Iron Helm Flats in terms of interior architecture. Of course victims and prisoners would be blindfolded before arriving or after leaving its halls so not to confirm the tower's true nature. And of course the company tours would have to be limited strictly to the visible offices. Just like Satyr Industries was for the Fangs of Bhaal, the tower would be a public face for something more sinister underneath.
Now it was time to inspect her purchase and Dracina stood from her desk and smoothed out her long, translucent white dress and gave a cursory glance over the deed in her hands. She smiled then rolled it up and tucked it under arm before heading out of her private office. She instructed one of her passing blood ghoul servants to have her carriage ready in front of Bosartig Manor and the underling rushed off to relay the order.
The Fangs of Bhaal had been silent too much for her liking and it was time to make strides in changing that....
((Recommended reading.))