Labyrinth

[Shadow of Twilight]

"None taken. I know the devious, backstabbing, corpse piling, treacherous, hatefilled den of vipers well enough not to be offended."

A small grin, and he leaned back in his seat some, looking between the two.

"So, Keiran...is it a common trait for elves of teh moon to have fingers like yours?"

A gesture to the blue figretips.

"Or is that the marking of some long since past adventure?"  

[Shadow of Twilight]

"We handle sunlight as easily as you do. we just don't like it. the nearest neightbor to Neriak is Freeport, a human port city. we have our hook into it both as one of our master illusionists is the leader og the mage guild, as well as running the Dismal Rage, a Innoruuk church in teh slums. we have agreements with Lucan De'Lere, whom we made a lich, in return for being unmolested. adn Freeport is an ocean city on the edge of a savana...we have contacts with the Crushbone orcs of the Fayderwer, the continent of the dwarf, gnome, and other elf nations. and we have a uotpost in teh plains of the continent of Kunark, home to the Iksars. Sunlight is not a danger or a real problem to us as far as travel. however int the daylight we do stick out very noticably, so we move by night when we can."

Then a glance at Piper.

"She had similar coloring? I hadn't noticed any."


Onyx stumbled forward, catching himself on teh windowsill as his wings flared out for counter balance, before reaching behind him on his back and picking up Bode by her shirt and situating her in the front side of him.

"So I see...adn what have you been up to little sister?"


Simon moved down stairs, jut wandering, remembering. being borken in the break rooms..being taught to kill as an expert gladiator and assassin. learning spirutalism from an older female slave, on whom he'd had a crush. after all when you your eighteen and the only woman you ever see is still younger in her early fourties, who can you not.

So many torments, so many years under Piper's boot. He'donly escaped by faking death, and only then by comsuming a certian alchemical potion that gave all the appearnaces of death.

"And here I am again...I hope this time things go well."  

[Shadow of Twilight]

"No, our weapons don't need the underdark to be effective or created. we infact use Mythril, as other elves might, or Berylium, a substance that the dwarves use for thier plate. though we blacken ours. either though dark blessings or spellcraft, such as mine, or through heating and dyes. Our blades are swift, deadly, and strong tempered...like most other elfcraft. Though there is no weapon more deadly in combat then a Tier'Dal blade. our weapons are made lighter than even most other elfcraft, and they that gives us an advantage in speed. or they are imbuded with arcane power. you will almost never find a Tier'dal weapon that it's magical or poisoned."

Another glance at Piper..he knew which ear now.


Onyx looked at his brother, and shook his head lightly.

"You know, for being the wise one, you sure lack intelligence sometimes. he siad he was going to make us talismans to help in teh coming battle. these must obviously be them, made with our little Bode's help, of course."

He mussed her hair up, careful not to knock her little clips out of wack too much.

"Isn't that right lil sis?"  

[Shadow of Twilight]

Malik saw that look, and gave a small grin. a little self concious was she.

"well there are very few ways into the underfoot of norrath. and only a suicidal person woudl try to storm our from gates. And most of our enemies are above ground and stay that way. they know better than to leave enterances we can exploit, so we of course, had to learn to adapt to teh surface world to combat our foes. And the various comtacts we create whie venturing into other citites and countries is invaluable."

"Though, there are some places, such as ogre or troll ecampments, that we tier'dal have learn to mold to our benifit. orges and trolls are easy to manipulate, and most other elves have learned to avoid such races. soem learn the hard way, other's by word of mouth."


"Excuse me? a monkey? what do you mean by that? I'm not a monkey!"

Crossing his arms, looking between Bode and Moonstone, with a little bit of an indignant snort about it. Monkey indeed. He was going to have a little chat with Simon about that one.