.::The Underdark::. OPEN! Welcome Drows and all races!

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Menzoberranzan, the legendary underground City of the Drows, the dwelling place in the Underdark for the wretched Dark Elves and their bloodthirsty steel. For centuries they have warred amoungst themselves, spilling the blood of their own people for status and power over one another. Even in their own city, where they allow no other race, they are still prejudiced against one another.


One of the most powerful Houses in the Underdark is House Baenre.
The Baenre Family is the family which has reigned in the Underdark city of Menzoberranzan for over 2000 years. House Baenre is a family of powerful schemers and manipulators that holds more power than any other house in Menzoberranzan.
the Baenre family the bastion of power for Menzoberranzan, keeping it so for over 2,500 years. Fiercely devoted to the drow goddess Lolth, as all houses in the Menzoberranzan society were, House Baenre was led by Matron Mother Triel Baenre, a shrewd priestess of Lolth who was able to succeed her slain mother Yvonnel.

Menzoberranzan was a city ruled by backstabbing and ambition, and Baenre thrived in it. It, the house, held the greatest favor of Lolth more successfully than any other family in Menzoberranzan history. As such, the family was successful at keeping hold of the prestige Deceased Matron Mother Yvonnel Baenre succeeded in acquiring and continually supporting throughout her over 2,000 year reign.

Now a single female Drow, Liriel Baenre has left the underdark to search the surface for a group who will help her bring justice to Menzobarranzan and House Baenre. For too long House Baenre has had its claws into the workings of the Underdark, for too long the people have had to suffer.
For too long Liriel has been made to do their bidding.
The time has come.
Whose side are YOU on?

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The Rules:

1. I am Goddess of this RP. Anything I say goes. Deal with it.
2. Always follow Gaia TOS.
3. This RP is rated R. Romance is encouraged, take anything cyber-ish to the Pms please, Violence is GREATLY encouraged, and I have no problem with excessive foul language, as long as its tastefully done. Not every other word should be an F-Bomb, have SOME class, please.
4. No chat speak. We are all adults and this RP is intended to be LITERATE. I expect at least a paragraph [[thats at minimum 5 sentences]] per post. use " " for speaking, and Italics for thoughts. Nothing else is acceptable.
5. Pm me all profiles with "House Baenre Sucks" as the title.
6. I may change or add rules at any time.
7. I've changed my mind. Pm me all profiles with "House Baenre Rules" as the title.
7 1/2. In your PM, unless I have stated to you otherwise and know your style, I would like a sample of your writing, please. Nothing elaborate, dont send me a friggin book, a few paragraphs at most. I like description and indepth roleplaying, show it in your sample!
8. I expect you to post at least once every other day. Pm me if you are going to be away for an extended peirod of time, so I dont delete your profile.
9. Have fun and follow the storyline. Dont go off and do something random that has nothing to do with anything or suffer my wrath.
10. There is no God Modding and you cannot kill another players character unless you have their permission. Period. anyone who does not follow this rule will be black listed, and banned from the RP while simutaniously being set on fire by circus midgits. Have I made myself clear?
11. Put a pirate somewhere in your profile so I know you read the rules.
12. ENJOY!


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Character Profiles will be as follows:

I am the puppet of: [Your Gaia handle here]
I am called: [Character name. first and last, please.]
This is what I see: [Post a picture here. No links, please.]
I am a: [Sex]
I have seen this many years: [Age]
The kind of person I like is: [sexual prefrence]
I am a: [race. Essentially no restrictions here.]
In my life I have...: [ A little something about your character.]
I am skilled in: [weapons. Pick a few classes that your character is good in. for example, if your character is skilled with heavy weapons, he may be weak in ranged.]
Also: [any other information you would like to share.]

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I am the puppet of: Bliquis
I am called: Liriel Baenre
This is what I see:
I am a: Female
I have seen this many years: Unknown
The kind of person I like is: Stright
I am a: Pureblood Drow
In my life I have...: the beautiful, flippant, and sardonic daughter of Gromph— originally belonged to House Vandree, before her talent for arcane magic was discovered by her father. Taken into the ranks of the Baenres, Gromph still sought to keep her separated from the influence of his sisters and mother, and he sent her to stay with a minor House to hone her magical talent rather than study to be a priestess. Liriel grew independent and soon found the restrictions of Arach-Tinilith, where she was subsequently enrolled, too binding. Using a book given to her by her father, Liriel traveled to the surface lands where she got Caught up in the plots of the Vhaeraunite merchant-turned-mercenary band the Dragon's Hoard, Liriel—a powerful mage, warrior and ex-priestess of Lolth—led a struggle against them.

Settling for a life on the surface, Liriel found herself hunted by her House and father. Liriel's adventures caused drastic consequences for all drow, including the return of her aunt Quenthel to her old House, as well as allowing drow magic to function on the surface.


I am skilled in: Highly skilled in ranged weapons as well as archane, light long daggers are a specialty as well. Weak with heavy and blunt weapontry.
Also: N/A at this time.



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I am the puppet of: Bliquis
I am called: Jarlaxle D'aerthe
This is what I see:
I am a: Male
I have seen this many years: Unknown
The kind of person I like is: Bi
I am a: Pureblood Drow
In my life I have...: More than anything, Jarlaxle is an opportunist. His wealth is considerable, but official station in drow society means nothing to him. He has observed that the best way for a male to survive and prosper in the matriarchal drow society is by being outside the system and too valuable to be eliminated - and he was audacious enough to take his life in that direction. Always calm and graceful, Jarlaxle enjoys flaunting his independence and is proud of the fact that the noble houses come to him for aid. In the city of Menzoberranzan, intrigue and double-dealing are a way of life, and no one plays them better than Jarlaxle does. As a male outsider in the city, Jarlaxle has much information few others beyond Lolth's priestesses are likely to have access to. He is probably one of the most powerful individuals in the city and the surrounding Underdark.
He has a very charismatic personality, always willing to talk his way out of situations rather than resort to force of arms. Moreover, talking is what Jarlaxle does best. His words easily work past the handicap of his race's evil reputation, able to turn potential enemies into allies. He appears also to be extremely intelligent and a brilliant tactican who almost never seems to be unprepared for any thinkable and unthinkable circumstances. He also prefers not to kill anyone as long as he can manipulate the person to serve his interests, no matter how small their role might be. Interestingly for a drow, Jarlaxle doesn't like to kill somebody unless he has to.
I am skilled in: When forced into combat, Jarlaxle will throw a seemingly unlimited supply of magical daggers conferred to him by his bracers. One in every three or so daggers is an illusion, but can still be fatal if it is believed to be real. He is extremely skilled in the two long-blade fighting style commonly used by the drow, though when mismatched with less skilled opponents he has been known to use the less effective but visually showy swashbuckling style to distract them
Also: He speaks common, drow, as well as the goblin and halfling tongue.


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I am the puppet of: Arixia Moon
I am called: Eve Tatrin
This is what I see:
I am a: Female
I have seen this many years: 26
The kind of person I like is: Bisexual
I am a: Human
In my life I have...: A misguided soul to say the least, bought up by abusive parents who kept her in the dank moldy cellar feeding her scraps of food or rotten vegetables from the garden until she was fifteen. Unlike the usual abusive family her mother was the ring leader of it all. Her mother; Cynthia Tatrin had wanted a son, someone strong that would inherit the farm and look after her in her old age. However all she got was Eve and she loathed her for it, treating her in every inhumane way. It was her father, who was always too spineless to speak up that finaly unlocked the cellar door when cynthia was away and let her escape. Eve should have died in those first few weaks she knew nothing about the world or how to fend for herself, she was mentally and physically weak. However as luck would have it an aged man, a retired soldier of a distant kingdom found her, curled up against a tree shivering, waiting for death and took her in. He trained her and shaped her into what she is today, a warrior with firm beliefs and a cold attitude.
I am skilled in: Serrated Longsword, 'Exhhern' Named after her now long dead adopted father and mentor. She was trained to use her strength, as it was how her mentor fought, using his physical strengths. Despite Eve's size she was taught this way too, and since then has not learned to master evasion, which undoubtly would make her a better warrior if she had.
Also: Her mentor and adopted father died months earliar which left her aimless, she is now a hired sword desperate for money to survive in the world.


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I am the puppet of: sonia1983
I am called: Oboro
This is what I see:
I am a: Female
I have seen this many years: 16
The kind of person I like is:Bi
I am a: Neko
In my life I have...: Oboro dont remember much of her life as a little girl or who where her parents since her parent were captured by drows when she was a baby. She had been aalways aloe in her stay in the underdark constantly fleeding frm the drows hunter parties fearing that they could want to capture her for be a exotic creature
I am skilled in: expert in the use of the Katana and trowing weapons but she dont how how to use the most basic of the crossbow or bows lso she have a natural afinity whit the spirits of the nature
Also: she is always followed by a umber hulk that is her pet nd her bodyguard

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I am the puppet of: TheMadJester
I am called: Vic'tur Oblodra
This is what I see:
I am a: Male
I have seen this many years: 150
The kind of person I like is: Straight
I am a: Drow
In my life I have...: Second Son of the former Matron of House Oblodra, Vic'tur's psionic abilities rival even the vaunted power of his brother Kimmuriel. He survived the purge that destroyed most of his family by taking refuge outside the city with the help of some of his allies in the Magic academy who thought someone of his unique abilities was worth keeping around. After a few years of "helping" them destroy their rivals Vic'tur finally felt he was out of the focus of Lloth enough for him to make a break from the city. He has spent many months wandering the underdark itself and has found survival only by sharpening his instincts and power to a razor edge.
I am skilled in: Vic'Tur is passable with a longsword, but excells with ranged throwing weapon, often using his powers to help steady his throws. He is almost useless with anything else.
Also: N/A

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I am the puppet of: Trebin
I am called: Lucian Marx
This is what I see:
I am a: Male
I have seen this many years: 18
The kind of person I like is: Straight
I am a: Human
In my life I have...: To go into detail about the boy's life would be a waste of time, to be truthful. He was born under a butcher, constantly living on the edge of debt. Yet, while his brothers wished to maintain the family business, Lucian had a different interest in mind. The boy had always shown a remarkable interest in magic, always having his nose buried in spell books. And as luck would have it, upon the boy's 13th birthday, he was picked up by a mage passing by, seeing the potential in Lucian. However, what happened over the next five years was but a mystery, to all but Lucian and his mentor. Now, the boy travels the Earth, apparently attempting to track someone down. And while strong in magic, is incredibly frail. Personality-wise, the boy has a very dry sense of humor, and has a habit of snarking back at anyone who annoys him.
I am skilled in: He is quite skilled in manipulating both water and wind, not to mention is decent at healing spells as well (though they have a habit of taking a lot out of him). However, he's absolutely terrible at normal weaponry.
Also: He has a large jug of water tied around his waist, which he uses for water-manipulation. Not to mention, there's a rather odd tattoo-esque symbol painted upon his back. He claims that it was the result of a curse, and occasionally it sends agonizing jolts throughout his body.

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I am the puppet of: Aegis Memorie
I am called: Eriin Cole
I am a: Female
I have seen this many years: 15
The kind of person I like is: Straight
I am a: Elf
In my life I have...: lived with dark elves, as their slave. I do what I am told to do, and nothing more...thought it is not my wish. I do not know how I ended up here, or why...I just hope to get away from all of this.
I am skilled in: I am skilled with hand to hand, some magic (I have a certain limit to that though. I cannot heal, but I can conjure elements). Another thing I am good at is Archery. I am not a sharp shooter...but I can hit the targets. Most of the time. You will never find me picking up a heavy sword or any other weapon... I never touch these things...for fear of what they would do to me.
Also: I want to leave this underground realm...someday...

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Handle: Kasca
Persona: Skryns
Visage
Sex: Male
Longevity: Unaccounted For
Race: Symbiont
Class: Biskmatar

Bio: "Where the tides of madness swell and riot be the rhyme of the unheard, colour is black, is white, is colourblind. So beautifully complex, yet our instincts cringed at the way we live our lives, blinded by egotistical hubris, we still hadn't come to terms with the fact that we all will, one day, die."

Spec: His body is his weapon, able to form melee weapons from his person, limited only to the surface area of his body. This augmentation is only one of the oddities shown by this chara. He specializes in physical melee; ranged melee, such as throwing daggers, pins and shurikens are generally used during covert operations. His weaknesses in melee tend to derive from his choices on the battlefield: heavy weaponry has more of an impact against his body, however they often fall short to his dexterous tactics. Slipping up in a battle with him would mean death, however he is weak to magic irregardless of his trifling with the arcane.

Also: This particular symbiosis has been rumoured to devastate lines of soldiers using kamikaze tactics, tearing through men and their horses. His skin hardens upon impact to lighten blows and shallow critical lacerations inflicted during battle. Poisons are standard for this assassin, but Skryns finds the arcane to be particularly perverse, but wondrous in its mysticism. In result of his studies, his most familiar skills grip light and bends it around his person; yet he cannot cast spells outright, he has to imbue his weapons with the spell he knows or find one with that ability and knowledge. The effect adds the chance to release the spell upon attacking.


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Handle: Kasca
Persona: Laguna

Sex: Male
Longevity: Unaccounted For
Race: Purebred Magic
Class: Sourcerer
Bio: This young, bright-eyed sourcerer has the disposition of a child, but hides much wisdom behind his golden globes. His story is undocumented and his appearance is all too rare. Associate and personal acquaintance to Skryns, Laguna is his spiritual guidance and trusted informant, he is also the inspiration behind Skyrns' dabbling in the arcane. He is a question wrapped inside engima, using the threads of existence to further his own spiritual needs. He does not like to trifle with the workings of man or any other being, he is an observer, regarding all that happens around him as apart of some overall balance that keeps things woven together. His adventures, the sustenance to his appetite for enlightenment, hoping his wisdom to one day bring him a peace of mind.

Spec: A magic born child, his familiarity with magic was as natural as breathing; control, however, was a different story. Puberty for magic happened earlier for him than most in sync with the arcane, but worse, as he fumes pure, unrefined magic. His very presence feeds all magically inclined with bizarre power.

A spell unique to Laguna is the displacement of his own forged world. Using a marble as the catalyst, Laguna has created a small reality meant for himself. Here he cannot have an affect on anyone's fate but his own. One day he'll seal the door and thus live only in memory of those who have met his acquaintance.

Also: Strange and unrealistic things happen around this young mage and knowing this about himself, Laguna's creed is never to interfere with the fates of others. His primary companion is a mimic soul bound to servitude, yet it shows no sign of rebuttal. It eats anything and will go to any length to rejoin his master if they are separated.


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I am the puppet of: CalderThePirate

I am called: Hagar Forthwore

This is what I see:

I am a: Male

I have seen this many years: 31

The kind of person I like is: Females

I am a: Dragonborn

In my life I have...: Born and raised in the Underdark. I am a Mercenary for hire. My clan stayed together for years before finally parting ways. Now I just look for work where I can find it.

I am skilled in: Lock picking, athletics, acrobatics, short swords, dual wielding, hand crossbows.

Also: If they are paying enough, then I am willing to work enough. I am trained proficiently in sword play, and stand firmly and proudly as a Dragonborn.


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I am the puppet of: Girwolfchan
I am called: Vonyxia Marphire
This is what I see:
I am a: Female
I have seen this many years: 24
The kind of person I like is: Male
I am a: Tiefling
In my life I have...: Traveled around most of her life in search of adventure and thrills, staying away from highly populated areas to do prejudices of other races.
I am skilled in: Rogue-like combat. Great at sneaking and slicing with daggers. Bad with heavy weapons.
Also: Do to much racial aggression from other races, likes to travel in form of a black cat to sneak her way into towns or spy. All with the help of some tiefling magic.

[Bliquis]

BLACK LIST:
No one so far. Lets keep it that way.



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The Underdark:
Menzoberranzan.
A few Things: It is located in the Upper Northdark, about two miles below the Surbrin Vale, between the Moonwood and the Frost Hills. It is famed as the birthplace of Drizzt Do'Urden.
One of the branches of the city's triune academies of Tier Brieche, Arach-Tinilith is neighbored by the warrior school Melee Magthere, and Sorcere tower where arcane spellcasters are sent to study. These academies are the quarters of some of the most powerful clerics, fighters and wizards, respectively, and the title of master of an academy is coveted, since being the master of Sorcere or Melee Magthere is as high as the power ladder goes for some houseless drow or even noble males.





We'll keep it simple for now, the main map where other races will be RPing for the time being is going to be:

Dalelands:

The Dragon Coast is a geographical region on the continent of Faerûn. It lies at the western extent of the Sea of Fallen Stars, on the southern shore of the Dragonmere, and to the north of the Shinning Plains. To the west it borders upon the nation of Turmish. Much of this land is occupied by the forest Gulthmere. It is separated from Turmish by the Orsraun Mountains.

Unlike nearby Cormyr and Sembia, the Dragon Coast has never been able to unite, and the region has seen the rise and fall of numerous city-states. Corruption is commonplace. The Red Wizards of Thay and the Cult of the Dragon both make strategic use of the region.


Dragon Coast
Capital: none
Government: City-states
Ruler: none
Population: 820,000 (est.)
Races: Humans, halflings, half-elves, gnomes
Welcomes travelers of all races.

[Bliquis]

IMPORTANT:

Come and Join the OOC thread with everyone else here:

The Underdark OOC Thread!

This thread has been created to keep OOC in the RP to Zero. All questions and discussion will take place in the OOC thread.

Thank you,

~RP Goddess

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We are now Officially open!!!!

[Arixia Moon]

On the outermost edges of Gulthmere an unusual chill had befallen the woods at the morning rise. Frost clung to the trees, not an animal could be seen. The only movement for miles were the branches in the wind and a lone woman dressed tightly in a faded crimson cloak, silvery strands of hair could be seen flailing in and out from the hood which hung low over her face. Her arms wrapped tightly around her body as she stepped out from the cover of the trees onto a rocky outcropping.

Eve stared out into the morning sun a sigh escaping her lips. There were no animals in sight, nothing to hunt, which meant there was nothing to eat, for the fourth day in a row. She had ventured far from home, she knew it too. However there was nothing left there for her anymore, she needed to go elsewhere, more importantly she needed to find work or atleast a rabbit.

Stepping down from the rocks, she was careful to watch her footing when suddenly a small rodent darted from a hole in the ground, it nearly startled her off her feet. Centering herself she darted down the hill while withdrawing a small knife from inside her cloak. She paused at the bottom of the hill, just as the animal had stopped, taking cover underneathe the underbrush.

Quietly she crouched careful not to disturb the creature, fixating her sights on it, when her right hand whipped out and before the rodent could react the knife had hit it dead center inbetween the eyes. Success she thought to herself. She'd be able to eat afterall.

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[TheMadJester]

Vic'Tur shielded his eyes from the harsh and unforgiving sun of the surface. 'Damnable thing is so bright, even at first light I feel like my eyes are going to burn out...' he thought to himself in a grumbling tone. His trip to the surface 2 years prior had been an arduous one, but it had given him the freedom from Lloth and her minions that he desired. Surfacers were for the most part quite stupid and his powers had helped him get around most common folk with nary an odd stare as long as he kept his hood up, and stayed out of trouble. His kind were rarely welcomed by those on the surface despite the tales of brave drow rangers he'd been hearing since he had arrived.

He had learned the common language with a fair amount of ease mostly due to being taught some roughly before he'd lost his house and been forced into hiding. Now though he was searching, for a place that he could find comfort and perhaps even sanctuary. He wasn't sure whether or not it was still the work of a vengeful deity, but so far all of his attempts had been met with disdain at best and a few mobs he'd had to confuse and run away from at worst. He was near a forested region as near as he could tell, though he was terrible with maps and strangely enough even worse with directions he knew he was close to Gulthmere, simply because it was similar to how he remembered it when he'd gone through it 2 years prior. He spotted someone in the distance and tensed immediately. Remembering to keep his hood up he approached and said, "Hail there, Am I near to Gulthmere, friend?"

[Bliquis]

Tethyr. One of the Empires of the Sand. The country, on the continent of Faerûn, is modeled after al-Andalus. The elven population in its forests frequently come into conflict with the overwhelming human majority, though it seems resident Orcs tend to keep their distance.
Tethyr resides in Erlkazar, a country that has a system of clans, Clans that Jarlaxle had no interest for, which is the precise reason he had bypassed the area and headed into Turmish directly.
The Snowflake Mountains sat proudly far off to the east, the constant snowfall a hovering grey cloud in the distance. Cadderly Bonaduce came suddenly to mind, the old cleric, the Chosen of Deneir, and he frowned. The old b*****d detested violence and death, yet held such a high appreciation of Jarlaxle's work. Perhaps he would go a visit him sometime at the Edificant Library.
The Cresent Moon Taven. Did that silly Drow have no respect for herself? Jarlaxle could smell the unwashed men and bitter alcohol from outside the blasted place! Holding his head up high, and breathing through his mouth, Jarlaxle opened the tavern doors with a gloved hand. He saw her then, sitting at the bar with her back to him. He smiled and walked on silent toes towards her.
"So you have come at last."
Jarlaxle gave a hearty laugh straight from his belly. "So I have! Havent dulled with age, have you liriel Baenre?"
Liriel's eyes went wide and she clapped her delicate hand over his mouth. "Hush!" She hissed through her teeth. "Do not allow your tongue to be so loose here! The Underdark has eyes and ears even here on the surface, my friend."
Of course they did! One would have to be a fool to think that they wouldnt. Especially for the little Baenre Drow. He smiled sweetly and plopped down in the seat beside her. "So, where are we off to now? We can speak of my price on the journey."
He watched her with hungry eyes, she would be his most renouned client to date, and sucking her dry of her familys fortune would be a delight.

[Trebin]

Times like these made Lucian wish he had taken up fire magic, as he trekked down a worn-out path. His tannish cloak, having become covered in grime and dirt from his adventures in Gulthmere. The edges of it had become threadbare, and it did little to stave off the frigid cold that had descended upon the woods overnight. He had tried his hardest to create a fire the night before, using the rather old-fashioned method of rubbing two sticks together, but had...to put it bluntly...failed miserably. So he was forced to sleep chilled to the bone, his long cape the only thing that provided him any comfort. Yet, the cold was the least of his worries at the moment. He had lost track of Graves upon first entering the woods, the old man doing an admirable job at hiding his tracks. And though he had tried his best to secure a hunter before entering the woods, his lack of funds made things quite difficult in that regard. And so, Lucian was forced to march into the forest alone...

"Achoo!" Not to mention, he'd also gotten a cold over the night. Raising a sleeve, he wiped at his nose, a rather crude method to be sure, yet he didn't have much of a choice. His eyes had grown heavy, and he felt like he was almost dragging himself along. He didn't give a care if it was a slumhole or not, he just wanted to reach the next town. The idea of a hot meal, and a warm bath made the mage's mouth water with delight. He had been following this path for the last few days now, he had to reach the forest's edge sooner or later. With a disgruntled sigh, the boy raised his staff, and rested it on a shoulder. Leaning back against one of the trees lining the path, Lucian slid to the ground, closing his eyes and allowing his aching bones to get a bit of rest. If there was good thing, it was that the mark hadn't acted up so far...yet, knowing his luck...

[Bliquis]

Liriel Baenre sat at the dingy bar with an extreme headache. Even being on the surface for a week was doing a number on her senses, but she wasnt about to go crawling back to House Baenre, oh no. She would rather die first. She traced the lip of the pewter mug before her set precariously on the edge of the mahogany wood bar surface with one long slim finger. She watched its contents with a slight frown, a niggling though tugging at the back of her head.
"So you have come at last." She muttered as Jarlaxle crept up behind her. She had felt him enter the Crescent Moon long before she had spoken, but there was no need to tell him that. He laughed as he plopped down beside her, fixing her with that infernal gaze that made her want to scream. She knew Jarlaxle, and she knew that if he had agreed on helping her, she had unknowingly agreed on his price, whatever outrageous amount that was going to be.
"So I have! Havent dulled with age, have you Liriel Baenre."
Liriel's amber eyes grew wide, did the Drow have no tact?! Was he really that dense? She wanted nothing more than to slit his throat right there and then, let him bleed out on the floor while she took care of business herself, but she would be a fool to take on Jarlaxle... He was far older than her, and has been in triple the battles. Not to metion his brief time with The Shard.
"Hush!" She hissed. "Do not allow your tongue to be so loose here! The Underdark has eyes and ears even here on the surface, my friend."
He was baiting her, and she knew it, yet she couldnt stop herself from acting like a fool. She ignored his mention of his price and got to her feet pushing her mug of poor spirits towards the center of the counter. She looked to Jarlaxle with a scowl, she didnt like the Drow, come to think of it there werent many that she did like, but she would deal with his annoyances for the time being. "Come, we need to move quickly. I fear we are not safe here anymore."
Jarlaxle steepled his equally long fingers before his mouth and gave her a sly wink. "Nonsense! Sit, Liriel, let us have a drink before we depart."
Liriel grumbled and grabbed her drink and downed it in one gulp. She looked up the bartender and raised her finger. "Another, please."