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 Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 4:08 pm
-Scarcely a moment had passed after she agreed to his terms, she then grasped his head, and with a certainty born of madness, he dropped his magical wards and disabled the magical device that shielded his mind.
Pain.. blinding, agonizing pain, akin to having every nerve in the body light up at once as the terrible mental power of Vierdah tore through his neural pathways searching like a thief ransacking a vault. She was heedless of what she tore away as her mental claws ripped him apart from within. Dim memories of his childhood in the Abyss floated free and vanished as the cord connecting them was severed in his mind, wiping several chunks of memories in a moment. At last though she found what she sought and when she latched onto it, Val'atar began to regret this entire deal. Had he thought pain alone would be the payment, he was mistaken.. pain was washed away by a maddening noise that his mind could not comprehend. It was like hearing thousands of screams, but all in a language you do not grasp. The effect was horrific, a nerve shattering wall of sound that invaded every inch of his mind with no way to tune it out or turn it off. It left him defenseless and utterly at her whim, a situation he had never thought possible. At the same time he was searching for escape.. a part of his mind that had grown accustomed to always searching for a way to get something from every opportunity realized that while she was in his mind, he could hear echos of her own mind. Desperately that small part of his psyche burrowed into her mind to hide, grasping at anything that passed by, swallowing the tiny thoughts before the connection was severed.
As she spoke the words into his mind, he found he could perceive sight once more and it was her oddly glowing eyes before him that he focused on.. drawing his mind back from the precipice of a fall in upon itself, forever lost within the maze of his own madness. The pieces of his mind fused once more and he struggled to bring his wards back into existence as she released him. Sagging to the ground, one arm holding him from falling flat on his face, a deep groan of agony threatened to spill from his lips, but he turns it into a growl instead as he fought to control his weakened body. Searching his memory, he found loops and missing chunks.. or he assumed as it felt there were things he should recall, but couldn't. Such was the price of power.. and he payed the due. Ruby eyes lifted to her and with his lips set in a grimace of pain, he struggled to his feet. Swallowing back bile that threatened to spill from his now curled stomach.. he speaks in a hoarse whisper-
"You should have killed me.. had we been reversed, I would have slain you without a second thought. However, now that I have survived.. I will master this art, as I have mastered every magic thus far."
-A thin smile spread across his pain twisted features, as he sorts through the meaningless thoughts he had stole from her mind as it ravaged his own. At the same time, he triggers the magical device and feels some comfort as the mental wall falls into place once more.. protecting him and lessening the clutter of mental static that seemed to pour in from around him.-
"It is time for you to leave my home.. I will summon you when I wish it. Should you have need.. you may come to my gates once more for assistance."
-His arrogance was laced through each word as he dismissed her, his hand reaching up to touch her skin for the merest of moments before she is swallowed by the same darkness that brought them to the chamber in the first place. She finds herself far from the fortress however.. alone on the bank of the underdeep river.. the gurgling and liquid sounds from the water her only company-
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 5:08 pm
"Kill you? Perhaps, but I'll deny myself the pleasure. Who knows? You may prove capable yet." She rubbed her chin thoughtfully for a moment as he struggled to regain his composure.
"Do not be errant in thinking your arts are similar to mine, Val'atar. You arrogance will cost you if you cannot swallow it."
She closed her eyes, silently dismissing the fingers that brushed her scales as she let his portal envelop her, leaving behind only an echo of dry whispering that caressed the room like the surge before a storm.
"The gate is a needless measure; I won't be that far along, Illythiiri..." She spoke to his mind, even from where he left her now. It was his guess as to why. Still laughing wickedly, the siren disappeared without so much as a splash, heading upriver in search of her new target.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 10:13 pm
-As soon as Vierdah was gone, Val'atar collapses to the floor. He had fought hard to retain his composure with the pain and the onslaught of mental thoughts clouding his mind. Weakness was one thing that he feared more than anything simply because where he had come from it meant death. The weak were tortured and destroyed by those with more power and now he found himself in a position he had not experienced in centuries of time.. unprepared.
It took Val'atar several hours to calm his mind and to shut out the psionic noise from the world around him enough that he could function once more. Rising from the floor, he slithers to the door, cleverly hidden amidst the runes and such carved into the wall. With a touch the stone shudders, then slides in to reveal a tunnel filled with steps leading downwards. He was so deep within the fortress that after some time of slithering up the steps.. wait, why was he slithering. It occurs to him that he had taken the form of an ophilian, though he had not done so in many years. Weary and unable to summon the power to transform himself back to his usual guise, he continues onwards, his scales rasping against the stone work steps until at last he finds himself at a doorway covered in glowing glyphs. Each glyph was colored differently and they seemed to weave about the door as if attempting to avoid his touch. It was a series of rather crafty spells he had forged into the portal to prevent not only its view, but also its detection and to keep it secure. the last glyph that he unlocked removed the power word death spell and he pushed through it into his casting chambers. There he spent the hours to reseal the door before at last utterly spent, he collapsed on the floor near his throne, the murmur of his scrying mirrors lulling his mind into fitful dreams-
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 3:40 pm
-A hissing sound like water splashing over rocks greeted Val'atar when he awoke. Shaking his head, the great horns waving to and fro for a moment, he realizes it was psionic static from the fortress around him, the odd thoughts and emanations of all those beings that he kept in his service. Clearing his mind in the manner he used before memorizing his spells seemed to help, as did the jewel he wore upon his brow once it was activated.
At last he arose and after a glance to the scrying mirrors, he made his way to his wardrobe and picked out a brightly colored robe and a cloak of turning to wear over it. From his table he picked up a staff of Power Word Death and the sword he had taken from a Marilith general he had once slain. Several wands are tucked into his sleeves and a pair of wards bracers are tied in place before he steps out of the room onto his balcony over looking the city far below and to the north. Glancing up towards the roof, he allows a thin smile as a Blood-hawk dives down and lands on his arm, then climbs up to settle on his shoulder-
"Been hunting bats again my pet? Come.. I have a trip to make and you shall ride with me."
-So saying, Val'atar steps off the balcony and slowly descends across the shimmering wall of magic that surrounded his estate, then gently floats to the ground below before setting off towards his destination within Au Shinduago-
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 9:34 am
Making her way into her darkened chambers she shed her clothing. Ever since the goddess bestowed her blessing upon her she hadn't felt quite herself. Something in her very blood told her, whispered to her of change. Prying open the doors of her wardrobe she changed into something a bit more befitting of her self. There was much to be done if her plan was to bare fruit before too long.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 6:44 pm
The doll was interesting and definetly peeked her attention. Carefully she climbed up one of the large tapestries hanging on the walls. Creeping closer and closer to her target as her three tails draped and swayed behind her. With fluid like grace she lept out and took hold of the tiny toy. Tumbling down she landed after an aerial somersault. "Now what kind of thing are you?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 11:34 pm
It had taken days to coax her prey to even consider a level conversation with her, let alone this. Somehow, Serethiel had managed to convince Drizzt that she was worth the apprehension. Somehow, she'd retained a measure of grace in an act she knew nothing about.
Now was the moment of truth. Inwardly, the half-blood was trembling. Not out of fear; but rage. The scabs on her palms had been rubbed away to bleed anew every moment that she found herself uttering the name of her master.
"Val'atar."
Her thoughts drifted backwards as she wove lies to her suitor, ruminating on the day she'd first laid eyes Patron Druu'giir. Blood was pouring from a wound in her head, into her eyes and mouth. She'd fought dozens of matches and managed to emerge unscathed, but this one had taken a turn for the worst. Serethiel's endurance had run short. Barely alive and with no where else to turn, a potentially profitable offer was dealt to the unwitting mutt... or so she'd thought. But there was no running now. Val'atar owned her and titles meant nothing for a sullied rogue. Val'atar himself lacked the full blood of a drow, but in place of spite it gained him a healthy portion of reverence. To be tainted so by a demon was a blessing in the twisted pit of Au Shinduago, but for a woodling's spawn, the consequences were different.
Her training had been more rigorous, the punishments for failure more severe. By the time she'd emerged into a full fledged assassin, Serethiel had acquired many scars. They laced her back and splashed her legs and arms with tales of her hardship as a coal amoung gems. For years she had slept in the quarters of slaves, having only upgraded for the pointless slaughter of a human under the tutelage of her superiors. Val'atar rewarded corruption, furthering her disdain by praising the actions that pained her.
Yet there was a part of the half-blood that revered her cruel patron, delighted in his awful whims, respected his power, laughed at spilled blood. In battle this monster played the guiding hand that dealt the cards of death. In her career, it provided Val'atar with the shackle he needed to bind his servant. Misguided honor had gotten the best of her, and for this Serethiel gave her master unprecedented allegiance.
Every now and then, the trance would dissipate, however, leaving Serethiel to question her loyalty. She inhaled. Doubt plagued her thoughts even as her fingers traced that wretched sword she'd hidden beneath the pillow, even as she fumbled with her victim in the darkness. She'd remembered every face she killed, every mouth open in silent screams. For the drow, birth and death were their only moments of innocence. They would spend centuries plotting, scheming, killing, seeking gambits for their power and perfecting the art of lies down to a mad science. But in the end, the result was always the same. Tragic innocence resurfaced. They left the world the same way they'd come in, wide-eyed and oblivious. They would plea with their dimming faces and parted lips before the light faded completely, until all that remained was an empty mask, devoid of breath. Serethiel had always wondered, what thoughts passed their minds when existence slipped away? Was it remorse for atrocities, or remorse for atrocities unfulfilled?
Hands traced her face, her lips, her hair. Movements of fragile trust. Fragile, but enough. It was surreal, so unlike the rough movements of battle and servitude that consumed her existence. Icy knots gripped her breast and tore her back into reality. She had a duty to perform. Her hand sought the tools of death and placed them within reach, reminding herself what the captain was: a drow; and the drow tongue had no word for love, thus such a thing was nonexistent. There was only lust and desire. The first tricklings of both crossed the captain's features, and at that very moment, the first tricklings of blood. He fought to grasp the sizzling wound in his throat, but the demon sword hungrily snatched any remainder of life to be had in its unending appetite for destruction. The demon threatened to grip her once more as it took to her prey with morbid delight, laughing and urging her on. Serethiel bit back the attempt with a determined snarl. Forcibly, she watched the lights fade from Drizzt's eyes, so like the eyes of every other she'd slain. But there was something else that lurked within before she closed them that Serethiel had not experienced before: betrayal. He fell backward. His form went limp. A sheen of liquid welled in Serethiel's lids, but she would not allow her house's scrying a glimpse of her attrition. The death-dealer stood. Captain Drizzt was dead, and his soul forever bound to Val'atar Druu'giir.
"The deed is done, Jabbuk." She whispered, sheathing her weapon. Bile rose up in her throat. She faltered for a moment while the floor spun in circles, but the assassin of Qu'ellar Druu'giir held her composure stubbornly. Serethiel left the room with a sobered heart, chancing one last glimpse at the dead man, and went on to give her grim report.
I'm sorry, Drizzt.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 6:31 pm
Llmryn, after most of the messy after math of the soldier executions had concluded, and slipped off the city streets, and when to more important matters. His did walk the whole way, something he rarely did, to the 1st house, and home to the man he had some matters to cover with. As he reached his destination he stopped at the gates, calling out to the ones on guard duty. "Attention, I'm Lord Llmryn, I come on business to meet with your Master Val'atar. Inform him of my arrival and that I have the plans he requested on my person."
Normally, running errands like this was above him, but he had some subjects he wanted to cover with Val'atar and he has had few opportunities to do so. Also, personally bringing the plans gave him a better chance to speak about what was going to be needed for their construction. More importantly...is seems some apologies were in order.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 9:22 pm
Reivan approached the gates to Quellar Druugiir Proudly and swiftly. Upon seeing Llmryn already at the gates he smirked somewhat under his hood. "Hail Lord Llmryn, here to see Master Val'atar?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 3:44 pm
Time.
Moves in circles.
Time.
Heals all wounds.
Time.
Is endless.
Time.
Is relative.
Time.
The eyes could be described as glassy, though it would have been a fairly clouded glass. The whites had long ago turned an unhealthy yellow, surrounding the milky centres like a poisonous fog. The sallow skin, deathly greyed and deeply lined, hung around the eyes. Dark brows sat, straight as a ruler, over the unsettling eyes. Lank black curtains of hair were loosely tied back from the face, free strands dancing drunkenly in the water. The creature walked through the black scummy waters of the underground -- yes, walked -- with a dazed purposelessness. Fish darted by, the daintier ones nibbling at skin and hair, the bolder ones taking outright bites of flesh. The creature seemed not to notice.
Once it had been a woman. Most likely a Drow, but such trifles were beyond recognition by now. It wore sacremental robes, though it had turned a washed grey colour in time. There are many oddities in this world, many preternatural occurances that bear no explanation. This thing, this once-woman, she was one of them. There had been a time when she had lived, breathed, but then she died, as all things eventually did. What had a beginning also had an end. There were, after all, rules. She had ended, and then she had... begun again. Or continued on. There was no reason for it. No curse, no spell, no bonding of her soul. No reason at all, except that she was.
The creature stopped, letting ripples of an action from far, far away flow over her. The current nibbled away rotted skin and the black hair. As with the fish, she seemed not to notice. She had been walking for some time now. It had never occured to her to stop walking. It had never occured to her that she was dead.
Very few things occured to Raav these days.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 1:23 pm
He turned and gave Reivan with a nod, "Yes, I have some construction plans for him to look over, as well as a few things I need to tell him. Mostly simple matters. And yourself? If it's alright I ask that is."
While awaiting an answer, his looked to the gates while pushing a line of long white hair behind his ear. He was not big on the idea of showing up on this door step so soon after the events that had been going on. Val'atar may just be in a foul mood, but business is just that, and business should be concluded quickly in all instances.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 6:20 pm
"Business with Lady Erelala (sp?) We've worked together in the past and I believe she'd be interested in a proposal." he replied calmly.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 5:00 pm
"I see I see...seems we are both waiting our turn then..." He thought silently a moment. "May I ask a favor of you?" He quickly writes down his business with Val'atar and hands it to him. "Could you possible leave this somewhere Val'atar will see it? I have a few more things to take care of today. Call it a favor to be repaid."
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 7:53 pm
Reivan took the note and nodded, "Expect to repay me well lolthite." he said with the smile a merchant wears when cheating a customer.
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