Mysterious Ruins

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"About a hundred year ago, the last two empresses were murdered during an ambassadorial travel trip. The eldest daughters took over."
((Lyrren and co. will be leaving after visiting the empresses, you can go with or stay there))  

[Mezalyth]

"...And where were they visiting?"

((Ahah...and what action do you recommend, o omniscient one?))  

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"Antiquo, no one knows who killed them, but Antiquo swears they had nothing to do with it. We believe it was most likely assassins. And that's why Drow will not leave the city anymore."  

[Mezalyth]

"Hmph. Antiquo...lots of different kinds meet there, so it'd be easy to get mixed up."  

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Lyrren nodded and opened his mouth to say something, when a door to their left burst open. Another male drow stumbled out, flanked by two others. He stood a few inches taller than Lyrren but was still noticably shorter than Michael. His skin was black ebony, and his hair was cute short and spiked, it was so strikingly silver it looked like a star sat on his head. he smirked when he noticed the group
"Oi, puloomi! Whose your new friend? Another outsider for your band of misfits?"  

[Mezalyth]

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Lyrren nodded and opened his mouth to say something, when a door to their left burst open. Another male drow stumbled out, flanked by two others. He stood a few inches taller than Lyrren but was still noticably shorter than Michael. His skin was black ebony, and his hair was cute short and spiked, it was so strikingly silver it looked like a star sat on his head. he smirked when he noticed the group
"Oi, puloomi! Whose your new friend? Another outsider for your band of misfits?"

Nimda folded his arms behind his back, straightening. He didn't like the emphasis the new boy put on that unknown word, and the way he referred to Lyrren's group only put him more at unease. He didn't speak, figuring it would be better left to Lyrren to diffuse the situation; Nimda wasn't aware of the customs here and didn't want to make Lyrren appear worse off.

((I see what you mean with the weird post positioning...very very strange.))  

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Mezalyth

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Lyrren nodded and opened his mouth to say something, when a door to their left burst open. Another male drow stumbled out, flanked by two others. He stood a few inches taller than Lyrren but was still noticably shorter than Michael. His skin was black ebony, and his hair was cute short and spiked, it was so strikingly silver it looked like a star sat on his head. he smirked when he noticed the group
"Oi, puloomi! Whose your new friend? Another outsider for your band of misfits?"

Nimda folded his arms behind his back, straightening. He didn't like the emphasis the new boy put on that unknown word, and the way he referred to Lyrren's group only put him more at unease. He didn't speak, figuring it would be better left to Lyrren to diffuse the situation; Nimda wasn't aware of the customs here and didn't want to make Lyrren appear worse off.

((I see what you mean with the weird post positioning...very very strange.))

Cloak narrowed his eyes
"Who ya callin' misfits you inbred son of a-"
Lyrren held up his had to silence the halfling but didn't take his eyes off of the new group
"None of your concern Kreig..."
Micheal sighed and stood at his full height towering over the man
"He's just a visitor, now lets keep the vulgarities down and set a nice example."

Krieg grinned
"I think we're setting a good example by not throwing him in the stadium and watching him die like he was supposed to."
His group of friends laughed heartilly.
Michael narrowed his eyes
"We are just going to see the empresses, move"  

[Mezalyth]

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Mezalyth

Nimda folded his arms behind his back, straightening. He didn't like the emphasis the new boy put on that unknown word, and the way he referred to Lyrren's group only put him more at unease. He didn't speak, figuring it would be better left to Lyrren to diffuse the situation; Nimda wasn't aware of the customs here and didn't want to make Lyrren appear worse off.

((I see what you mean with the weird post positioning...very very strange.))

Cloak narrowed his eyes
"Who ya callin' misfits you inbred son of a-"
Lyrren held up his had to silence the halfling but didn't take his eyes off of the new group
"None of your concern Kreig..."
Micheal sighed and stood at his full height towering over the man
"He's just a visitor, now lets keep the vulgarities down and set a nice example."

Krieg grinned
"I think we're setting a good example by not throwing him in the stadium and watching him die like he was supposed to."
His group of friends laughed heartilly.
Michael narrowed his eyes
"We are just going to see the empresses, move"

Nimda inhaled deeply, letting it out with a sigh. He steeled himself. So much for formality.

"The stadium...feh," Nimda dismissed with a breath. "Don't get me wrong, I love a little friendly competition, but I'd hate to embarrass you in front of your race...it'd be disrespectful," he said, bowing. He did it in the least mockingly-way possible, but he knew it'd still sting.

When he rose up, he nodded towards the doors. "You can practice your tradition another time."  

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Mezalyth

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Mezalyth

Nimda folded his arms behind his back, straightening. He didn't like the emphasis the new boy put on that unknown word, and the way he referred to Lyrren's group only put him more at unease. He didn't speak, figuring it would be better left to Lyrren to diffuse the situation; Nimda wasn't aware of the customs here and didn't want to make Lyrren appear worse off.

((I see what you mean with the weird post positioning...very very strange.))

Cloak narrowed his eyes
"Who ya callin' misfits you inbred son of a-"
Lyrren held up his had to silence the halfling but didn't take his eyes off of the new group
"None of your concern Kreig..."
Micheal sighed and stood at his full height towering over the man
"He's just a visitor, now lets keep the vulgarities down and set a nice example."

Krieg grinned
"I think we're setting a good example by not throwing him in the stadium and watching him die like he was supposed to."
His group of friends laughed heartilly.
Michael narrowed his eyes
"We are just going to see the empresses, move"

Nimda inhaled deeply, letting it out with a sigh. He steeled himself. So much for formality.

"The stadium...feh," Nimda dismissed with a breath. "Don't get me wrong, I love a little friendly competition, but I'd hate to embarrass you in front of your race...it'd be disrespectful," he said, bowing. He did it in the least mockingly-way possible, but he knew it'd still sting.

When he rose up, he nodded towards the doors. "You can practice your tradition another time."

Kreig looked him over sizing him up. He sneared
"I wouldn't waste my time with you, the fight would be over before it began. Wish i could get the half-blood in there though...That'd be fun"
Lyrren said nothing
"Move along." Michael demanded.
The group walked passed them laughing and talking in Drow. Lyrren's shoulders loosened once the group left.
"Sorry you had to see that... there hard to avoid."  

[Mezalyth]

"Honestly it doesn't surprise me...there's always a handful in every bunch..." After a moment of thought, Nimda said, "Did you know that his name means 'war' in an alternate dialect?"  

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Lyrren raised an eyebrow
"Really? No I didn't."
Cloak grinned
"Aye, that'd fit 'im alrigh' always ready to go at anybody, he is. 'Specially pore ol' Lyrren" He said clapping Lyrren on the highest part of his arm he could reach. Lyrren rolled his eyes  

[Mezalyth]

"Hmph...I believe it." He turned back to make sure the group had really gone away before facing forward and straightening again, staring at the closed doors.  

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Lyrren sighed and pushed open the nearest set of double doors. They swung open with ease. Sitting at the far end of the room were two identical Drow women and two Drow men. The only difference between the twins was their style of dress and hair. The first wore her hair down in long curls, she wore a crimson red gown that looked like Victorian and eastern influenced garb. It was accented with purples. The other woman wore her hair up in elaborate braids held together by brightly colored feathery hair pins. She wore tight pants and a loose top, both black.