The door to the queen's private chambers, so seemingly secure within the palace, was not magically protected. There was no need. Kerath's sister was a high priestess of Lolth in the highest favor. She could take care of herself.
Without so much as a wisper from the well made hinges, Kerath stepped into the bedroom, biting his lip in anticipation of what was to come. His sister, name forgotten to him in his bloodlust that overcame him then, was sitting in an obsidian chair at the rooms only table, a single candle burning above her head by some enchantment of levitation. The queen was reading through a large, leather-bound book, probably of spells or maps of conquest, and did not yet see or hear the silent warrior walking slowly up behind her. Kerath could hear his heart thumping in his chest, unheeding to his long-mastered calming techniques. Revenge had taken control now. He was concerned that his sister would hear it also, given the volume within Kerath's own ears, and that his marvelous entrance back into her life would be ruined. But, apparently, the loud thumping was mearly his own imagination, as she did not turn around or begin uttering incantations under her breath, did not move a muscle, and seemed perfectly unaware. Excellent.
"Vendui ussta ssinssriggin dalninil," Kerath spoke softly from a step behind the sitting drow. Startled, but not yet recognizing the voice, his sister jumped up. Realizing that she would not have time to take care of this intruder while not having any spells prepared, she mearly turned around slowly, hoping to intimidate. What she saw, however, made the expression of superiority on her face immediately change into shock. "Xunus dos llaar z'reninth nindel streea gumash mir rath ussta vharc?" Kerath said moving closer and lifting his hand for the bitch's throat. "Ol uriu tlus feir ulu verve. Xunus dos naut zhaun nindel Usstan orn'la yutsu whol dos?" The queen could only open her mouth in disbelief. Kerath knew she was attempting to scream, but she could appaerently find know breath. But, just to be safe, his hand finished its job, tightening around her throat. Kerath wanted more than anything to kill her right there and then, bathe in the warmth of the blood his vengeance had achieved. But no, he would not kill her. Kerath was not a stupid creature. He knew that Lolth hated him, loathed him with a passion, and, if she got a hold of his sister, would make sure that Kerath would suffer far more than he did during his enslavement. Just then Kerath smelled the smoke. He realized that it was his own flesh that was burning. His rage and sheer force of will had made him able to get past the various enchantments of protection upon the queen's body, but the final layer had taken its toll. Kerath did not care though. it was only pain. his hand would still function burned. The enchantment, a last ditch defense, was weak anyway, never needed, and would not likely do any severe damage. He looked then to his trembling sister's face, frozen in terror. "Natha brou whol dos, Usstan orn naut elgg dos nin," he told his sister through teeth clenched with the effort not to slit her throat. "Dos zhal doer xuil uns'aa ulu l' shinduago, vel'klar dos orn screa ulu zah'har dal foluss vel'uss, g'rftte ulu ukt ssinssriggin fuma, zhah reiyal al versed wun olt llounen."
And with that he gagged her, and with a dagger to her throat, walked unchallenged back to his secret passageway. It was only a matter then of walking back to his headquarters. When he returned with his new prisoner, Kerath found those going with him to the surface were ready to leave. Some seemed unnerved by an action so bold, but none spoke up against their leader. Only an hour later, Kerath, along with Bor'raizok and the rest of his personal shadows, prisoner in tow, made their way through the caverns of the Underdark, heading for the cave which would be their gateway to the surface. "Ajak ussta veldrin, nindel jiv'undus shlu'ta'naut ou'tix jivviim dos wun jala i'dol," He told them as they neared the surface. "Dos z'klaen har'luth dosst jiv'undus. Dosst solen orn vost ulu jivviim wun draeval, drill hwuen t'yin, dos z'klaen plynn dosstan draeval p'los l' flamgra'in sssiks. Z'ress ka orn ussta veldrin! Z'ress!" Then, after long days and nights of making his way to and through his former home, Kerath once again glimpsed the distant rooftops of the Dark Mage Village.
(OOC - the last paragraph kinda jumps through time pretty quick, but im sick of rping by myself. ^_^)