A glass of wine a book at hand Adrian Dundragon, Dracos von Nightscape, sat at a table alone in the late night of the Bibliotehque of Dementlieu. He had chosen to gain a job here, acquire citizenship, and slowly working his way from worker to noble. So much had transpired as a librarian the vast amount of literature helped him better understand this Dread Realm and its occupants. His adventures had lead him to literature explaining the attempted escapes as well as the vast amount of instability ripe for the taking for the name of Shar. Blessed he had found Maya a young woman who swayed in his faith he masked as the Avenging Mother few knew of the title few knew of Shar and it was perfect to spread her words under subeterfuge among them all. The Goddess of the Night that hears the slights of those wronged.
In Vallaki few Barovians and mostly occupants of the Drain vastly Twists and Calibans sought him and the goddess seeing her as freedom to the top world wanting to be avenged for their mistreatment. One such Canis has come to be part of his flock and his strength will prove invaluable if he can deal with the service of loyalty and servitude required. None know how much Dracos truly loved Shar the silence of the night, the peace of the eternal darkness returning to paradise, the call of the deep. He was unlike most priests he did not yern for instability and chaotically over throwing governments and religions. He did so with finesse with in the very laws and structures they built to destabilize them from with in. The secrecy and the convincing of the wrongs other faiths and societies have done have gained him strong allies and resources he did not whimsically wish or yern for more he simply did as their dogma demanded.
Most see her as a vengeful goddess avenging the wrong and the slights done to them unjustly thinking her as a divine goddess of retribution it almost took most his will to not laugh. The point is they believed in her and a realm filled with night whom feared the night already know her well. To turn their fear to love for her to show them fearing the night is the same as fearing the day will break their shackles and seek out her children. As long as they pervasively believe the Avenging Mother aids them then none would be the better except those smart or those too good aligned to ignore. Dracos would not release them from their pang of grief he fueled them same as he did Bram early this morning giving him the wisdom and the tools needed to assert his vengeance. Harboring his bitterness to fuel his desire to work for him and his goddess but in truth he was happy of this Bram showed promise of such things he merely needed to break the veil of light masking his eyes.
This also fueled his alliances with such people as Fearghas and Katraka worthy allies he needed to tame with their regrets using their past and slights to indebt themselves to him as a worthy ally. In this instance Dracos was true to himself he would not let any of his allies or his be destroyed or wounded. He loved Shar and he to loved serving his people he was to be a prince before the Coup that overthrew him tossing him to this realm. But if he could not have the return of his land to him and his people he would assert it here and make every Selunite who wrongfully ruined the peace of his land and people with hostility with the same favor Shar grants Selune. Dracos never hoped, or made promises of success or accepted them he made his success he made his desires true. There was the fortune teller he spoke with the long fingered witch woman he owe her much for such an insightful reading though he never falter from Shar the readings of this realm were necessary as this realm worked differently than his and such insight to further Shar's reign was needed.
There was the Latharian Anya Rose... such a beautiful flower. To turn her form Lathandar would be a great victory indeed and with her faith none apparent in this realm it would be easy enough. He had done so to some and some who soon discovered him well they did not breathe except in Shar's loving embrace of death. There was the matter with this Zachary Dalensbane. This man proved prominently a problem with his allies and he so it would be needed to make sure he keeps out of his people and his business. Closing the book Dracos offered a small smile the affliction of joy some times broke his code of professionalism and nobility but things were seemingly well as he left a book upon the desk of High Mordentish learning and language resuming his work in arrange books and categories.