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The tall curvy drow grabbed her sword, strapped it to her belt and pulled her dark gray cowl on over her head, pulling it low to hide her face and made her way through the halls of the House Fi'reth'ul. Her braids swung rhythmically with her every move, the metal rings making an odd musical tone when they hit the rings sewn onto her leather top. One of her siblings was standing guard outside of the Matron's chambers, turned to glare at her when she passed by.

"Where do you think you're going?" He called after her.
"It's none of your concern male," she retorted, seething inwardly. Since she had disgraced her house, which had been several years earlier, she had been reduced to something less than a male in her household. She loathed it every fiber of her being. Something had to be done. Which was why she was on her way to the University of Magic. She was set on finding a cure for the Matron so she, Imordana Fi'reth'ulwould be back in Matron d'Maorda's good graces.

She threw the front door open with a loud clang, and strode out into the city of Undrek'Thoz, anger permeating her. If anyone got in the way of her task, there would be no excuse that would save them from her wrath.

As Imordana made her way down the crowded street of the city of Brundag, she was struck with how loud it was. Usually at this time of the day, the street wasn't as active with the stream of underdark inhabitants making their way into the various stores, the market place and the University of Magic for some magical advice or spell that they needed. Imordana scowled, the noise was deafening and was starting to get to her. This was one of the reasons why she hated crowds of people, the infuriating noise that they made. With a loud sigh, she continued on her way, brushing through the crowd as quickly as she could without drawing attention to her. Attention was not what she needed in this place or at this time.

As she passed a group of overly excited and animated drow she overheard the mention of a celebration, which caused her to groan. That was what was going on. The damned celebration in which every drow, save her, would be celebrating and enjoying themselves. Matron d'Maorda had already forbidden her from stepping foot from the House when the celebration was going on. Imordana figured it was probably better for her anyways...she definately didn't want someone catching sight of her and remembering her crime. No that wouldn't be good.

Still it didn't seem fair that she would be the only drow to miss the celebration, especially when the goddess Lloth had proclaimed it to be a celebration for all drow. She however, wasn't about to argue about it, she'd prefer to spend her time with the House's aging gargoyle which was their magical watch dog. He at least, loved to share her company, especially when she brought him fresh roth meat.

Deciding to get away from the crowds and to take a short cut to the University of Magic, Imordana turned down a less populated street and continued on her way. After a little ways she caught sight of a cloaked figure and felt her body go tense with apprehension, wondering why the drow chose to cloak himself. Perhaps he was an assassin of the famed Blackened Fist group? She shook the thought out of her head and shrewdly eyed the cloaked figure a little more closely.

From what she could see, the figure seemed to be in a foul mood and without any sort of armor. This seemed strange to Imordana, usually every drow wore some sort of armor when they went out on the streets, though she supposed what with the celebration coming up and Lloth's proclamation of no drow being harmed, perhaps he felt safe without it. Imordana shuddered inwardly, there was no way that anyone would be able to convince her that she could be safe without armor or a warding spell on her person at all times.

She was so caught up in her musings that she forgot where she was and that she was still walking and ended up walking straight into what felt like a brick wall. Still stunned and her head reeling from the impact, Imordana looked up to see a very disgruntled face of a drow behemoth staring down at her in a menacing way. Imordana drew back in alarm, her hands automatically going for her hood to make sure it was still hiding her face.

"Well, why are you still standing there male?" She hissed, trying to keep the fear she felt from showing in her tone.

The male glowered, his red eyes glimmering with rage at her, his hand reaching for the sword strapped to his side. Imordana immediately reached for the ring attached to the third braid on the right, and unleashing the spell that it held on the male before he could attack her.
A blinding flash of light permeated the dark canopy of Brundag, causing the male to cry out as he was blinded temporarily. Imordana, having her hood over her face to avoid the flash of light, turned and sprinted up the street as fast as she could to get away from the behemoth before he regained his sight.

Thoughts raced through Imordana's mind as she flew down the street, attempting to get away from where the flash of light had been unleashed.
She mentally debased herself for letting loose the spell, she should have known better and realized that the spell would only bring attention to herself. Attention that she had wanted to avoid. If the dratted cloaked figure hadn't distracted her this wouldn't have even happened! At this thought she frowned, her anger and suspicion rising again. Whether or not he was an assassin, he had brought her trouble. If she could return the favor she would do so in a heartbeat.

She suddenly caught the sound of feet flying over the ground behind her, Imordana immediately tensed up. She was being followed! This was not good. She turned her head back briefly to try and catch sight of her pursuer. When the flowing green cape flittered into the corner of her perception she became angry.

The University of Magic was just up ahead, probably about three leagues away. Imordana decided it would be smarter to deal with the subject following her than to wait until after she was done at the University. Her mind made up, she suddenly came to a stop in the middle of the street turned and grasped a ring attached to a braid that hung down the middle of her back. She mentally prepared herself for whatever she might have to do to deal with the cloaked figure. First however, she would find out if the drow was indeed following her or if he/she were just in a hurry to get somewhere.

Imordana's eyebrows creased in frustration, The figure had seemingly disappeared. She frowned and eyed the surroundings trying to figure where the individual might have hidden. A slow smile spread across her face as she caught the telltale glow of eyes peering from around the corner of a building. Whoever this person was, they had probably caught sight of her empty eye sockets and assumed it was a spell of some sort.
She slowly moved her arms to the front of her body, crossing them and pretending she hadn't seen the face or figured out where the individual had hidden. After a few moments, she shrugged, turned on her heel and went on her way. She figured that if the person was following her they would continue to do so and then she'd catch them off guard when they stepped on the fallen ring that she had unloosened from her braid.

And then, here she laughed inwardly, they would be caught in a trap they hadn't noticed! The ingenuity of the spell had been a cause of trouble for her brothers Ad'hemar and Gir'bran'ur the many times she had used it on them. The surprise and horror on their faces had been priceless when they had seen their feet begin to solidify the first time! After that, they had been more pissed off than surprised but had resigned themselves knowing the more they struggled the quicker the process would go. They had stood as statues for a good month before Matron d'Maorda had demanded her to cancel the spell. After that they had avoided her as well as made sure to stay out of her way, even to this day, not ever knowing when she might strike again.

Imordana, having stopped only a few feet ahead to peer into an alley way, at least for appearance's sake felt a thrill of triumph soar in her when the figure stopped to eye the ring on the ground. When the cloaked individual bent down she caught the features of the face, and was even more satisfied to see that it was a male. Then a feeling of uncertainty rang through her. She had never seen the effect it took when an individual held the en-spelled ring in their hand.

When his face stiffened in panic and he turned to run away in terror, Imordana sprang after him, hoping to stop him before the spell took full affect. Should he fall while the enchantment was working he could lose his hands or worse, his life. Spurred on by desperation, she caught up to him in the alleyway and grabbed him by the back of his cloak, spinning him around to face her.

((Is that better? razz ))

When the drow went limp in her hands, Imordana almost dropped him but managed to accomodate the sudden change in weight without too much trouble. She scowled, her eyebrows furrowing, this close up he could see her face plainly. She hated when that happened.

Imordana, pulled the drow up, pushing against the nearest building wall, and leaned in against him, drawing her face into a sneer and said in a tight tone.
"Why were you following me?"

Imordana was tired of playing games and decided that the a straight blunt question would be the best to get the truth out of the lithe figure of the male drow in front of her. Hopefully he would get the idea that she was serious and answer truthfully instead of playing around with her. Subtleties at this point would not work on her, in fact it would only infuriate her more.

Imordana, had actually calmed down a bit by the time the male finally answered her question. She inwardly cursed, for she knew the unsaid rule that such spells should never have been used. Mainly because the fungus in Drezz'Lynur would be harmed by bright flashes of light, and those who made potions would probably have hunted her down regardless of what house she was a part of had she damaged the fungus in anyway.

She loosened her grip, when she felt him wince, half wondering if she had gripped him too hard or if it was the spell changing him. She frowned, gazing down at his arm which he was hiding under his cloak. She imagined that the stone spell had spread to his chest by now, and it was most likely somewhat painful.

"Hmmph, well then by your admission you aren't part of the Blackened Fist, so I guess I miss judged you. The spell quickens it's pace the more you move and struggle against it, so I'd advise you to stay still. Don't worry, as long as you don't get broken when you're fully turned to stone there won't be any permanent damage. I could be persuaded to negate the spell, if you have something worth my while."

(((dratted computer shut down on me in the middle of my first post! grr)))
When the male started speaking, Imordana had to lean in to hear him because his voice was quite raspy as he spoke, as if he had a swore throat or something. When he smiled when he mentioned the Blackened Fist, she realized that she had wasted the spell on him. He was probably a thief and on the lowest rung in his household, just like Imordana was. She closed her eyelids and sighed inwardly. She really needed to learn how to read people better, then she wouldn't be throwing away spells left and right.

When he stopped speaking, she opened her eyelids and glanced at his face to see that his throat and face were beginning to solidify. She muttered something under her breath, probably a curse of some sort and reached for a ring on the front of her leather top. The ring came off from easily enough, and Imordana activated the counter spell.

Within several moments, the stone began to slow and then receded down his face and neck. Imordana, shifted uncomfortably still holding onto the drow who had grown increasingly heavier the more the stone spell had gone on. She was however, prepared to keep holding him upright no matter how long it took, she wasn't about to have the death of a noble drow on her hands. That would probably cause her to fall in even further disgrace and disfavor in Lloth's eyes, and she had no need for that.