He could wait no longer.The excitement boiled hi blood, his every thought pertaining to plunging a blade through the flesh of a castle gaurd. Qee'lakstreea burned with the same inner fire, some true flames licking out from Venorik's red orbs, the eyes which saw everything they needed to. His palms were wet with sweat, thinking of the conequences. He figured in this band of beings so close, well, he thinks, not THAT close, to being as evil as he was, they would only look upon him with more respect. But it would have to be alone, nothing to worry about but his own survival, His, but more prominently, Qee'lakstreea's instinct taking over. "tell Nakaris i go to soften enemy ranks and offer a distraction. Do not follow. come with them." he says to Kerath. His veins bulged. This one would be hard, for he had never truly seen the place. He had seen pictures, making it possible with immense effort from the demon residing in his bades. Flames licked violently from his eyes, a common effect of Qee'laktreea exerting energy. A balor was, after all, a demon of fire. Any around would feel the power emenating from the drow, for it had gone past what he could hide. His teech grinded,his fists clenched. Then the blades came from his wrists, flesh and muscle seperating to allow the exit of the remarkable extentions of the demon, and now, Venorik.
He moves the blades around, slowly, in the shape of an oval, darkness falling in place behind the edges. It started taking a type of solidity, filling itself in. He kept them moving, the shape nothing less than perfect, for the blades were controlling themselves at this pivotal moment in the transportation. He at last was almost done, and the blades snapped together suddenly, quickly, completing the black oval. He smiled before stepping through, the blades finding their place once again within his arms. The portal closed instantly behind him, leaving no traces of the powerful drow.
