Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 14.72 (section)

== Kevin / Nazif ==
*  [''This scene takes place after Zal'Kazzir frees the imp-like Outsider from his bonding prison above Vrolk's bedchamber... Assume the imp speaks to you all with these words in public; if you have something private to speak with it about - do so in another Bluebook  (please ASK me BEFORE beginning a new private article.'']


[[Image:Nazif picture.gif|thumb|NAZIF, as picutred here, naked and possible chilled was found as such captured seemingly as one of "the Vile's" pets or playthings.  Once rescued, he quickly found his courtly cloak, rings, jewelry and other accoutrements.  While not embarrassed by being without clothes, any good advisor knows the importance of "looking the part".]]




The little imp...  like a tentative diplomat. The look in its eyes speaks decades. It keeps eye contact with you, slowly moving to each "lord" in the room as it cautiously moves, as to not insite agitation, and it seems to be processing this new information all the way...  Listening prior to being set free the Outsider coughs, clearing its throat in ever so untreatening a way... Recalling the tonalities of the Erenlander tongue, it speaks...

'''''"Information is life in the land beneath the Shadow, my lords... My friends..."''''', as if slipping into conversation...


It’s little belly swells and shrinks with each breath. Then it bows before you. 

'''''"How EVER may I be of service, ma-lord?"''''', it asks in a soft, mature and courtly voice.




The imp has a courtesan manner about it as it collects those things taken from it when imprisoned, it continues...

'''''"Forgive me, I have you at minor disadvantage ma-lords.  While I can see that you have wonderfully disguised yourselves to no doubt fool the fools about Master Vrolk's Black Nail, I have the advantage of knowing your race and creeds, as would my mother know her own childlings...  Forgive.  You may not be familiar with such as strange fellow as I...'''''

'''''My kind was sent to Aryth in ages past, unkownable to even the eldest of fey, our roles... to play privy to kings, queens, couquerors and courtly aspirations.  Quite pointedly to negotiate with the wizards and kings of the day.''''' 

'''''Sadly as the Shadow fell, the mountain that was hurled from the heavens RIPPED the very fabric of the cosmos in such a was that a large number of my kin, kith and kind were stranded during that Sundering.'''''

'''''It is my sole wish, NAY - responsibility, ma-lords, to aid those that seek refuge from the Shadow and mallevolent minions of Aryth to make deals with whatever channelers, wizards, and collaborators will have us. We Outsiders remain natural ambassadors, bridging the divide between earthly mortals and unearthly evils.'''''




'''''"It is with newfound thanks that I must offer now, to you my new MASTER"''''',  it says looking at Zal'Kazzir.


'''''"You have certainly let loose my perverbial chains, freeing me from my decades of torment at the hands of an elf, barren of elven sensibilities... Not to speak of his lacking in the manner in what makes mortal man into kingly might.   Though it is with great sorrow that you have learned my True Name..."''''',  as his finger flutters a touch at the ashes resulted from Zal'Kazzir's burning of the skin marked with the word "NAZIF".

''''' 'Tis true you, good sir, have freed me. Yet in knowing the ture name of my kind you now hold me sway, beneath your benevolet brow.  It is with this, MASTER, that my heart weeps... For rescued me from doom, you are my samaritan, my conservator, my deliverer, my knight, my liberator, my rescuer, my salvager, my hero, you are my salvation...  You ma-lord, I would have followed unto the Shadow-Scar.''''',  the little courtisan looks away in humbled thought (at the same time glancing to see if your heart-strings are pulled as intended!)  

'''''For unlike many of my breathern, I would have followed a true pathwalker, a heroes-journeyman unto the Gates of HELL!''''' 

'''''And now... bound as I am, I shall march, to your drum.  Though, forgive my insolence MASTER, but I feel it is my duty to unveil my heart as much my mind - my mind grows heavy that it must be without choice in the matter.  More a slave than a devout.  I only wish there were way that you might see my loyalty to the cause without the necessity of the incorporeal shackles that tie my bond to you forever ma-lord...''''',  Nazif looks up with whimpering eyes.  

''(ADAM, for your eyes ONLY, see below for a Sense Motive check on this)''




Pushing the mist from his bulbous eyes the little ambassador nods to each of you.  <br> Looking you in the eye - not to make ANY one of you feeling less than the other... 

'''''"As I said ma-lords, my TRUE name is Nazif how EVER may I be of service."'''''