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 Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 11:58 pm
Zahara balked, "Are you sure? I mean...I don't know if that's such a good idea." She was clearly hedging and not sure about this. Her old breeding began to make it's voice known and whisper that she couldn't trust this girl. She could trust nobody but herself. Zahara quieted the voice firmly and nodded, "Well...I suppose it wuldn't hurt, for a few days at least." Then she'd find somehwere else to go. She was nto going to be a burden on this woman. A look of confusion crossed her face, "Tarathiel? No I can't say I have. Should I have?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 12:06 am
"No you shouldn't have. Don't worry about it. And she stepped forward, grabbing her bow and the one arrow while also kicking the dagger over to Zahara. And she waited for the drow to get herself in order and then for her to walk in stride with her, Piper only holding Nightmare's reins as opposed to riding her. Hey, neither of them was trusting enough to walk behind or in front of one another. Oh yeah, Malik would love this one, wouldn't he? Well...maybe she could get Malik to see a potiental ally instead of immediately jumping to conclusions.
Nightmare's tack was taken off and handed to a slave who walked with the mare to the stables, settling her as Piper took Zahara inside. Slaves of course stopped what they were doing, giving her raised eyebrow looks of confusion. OF course once hard look from Piper only set them back to doing what need be done. And the young elf gave the drow a room as well...on the far end of the hall. Wether it be for safey or Zahara's privacy, who knew. "If you need anything...the slaves will get you it. Relax, perhaps take revierie...we'll talk again later." And of course she looked to the two coq-dragons who were sitting at the top the the stairs. "Circa, Eket your first jobs are to play escort to Zahara. Understand me?" A pet to each in turn before she went to her own shared room with Malik. But she sat at the desk, contemplating how badly he was going to yell at her.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 12:12 am
Zahara sat there and fingered her daggers before pulling the sheaths and tucking them away beneath her pillow. Old habits die hard. She curled up on teh bed and went back over all teh things that had happened leading up to this point. The moment she'd found out she was to be sacrificed. Her flurry of an escape and her mad dash through the woods. All of it had led her to this other elf, this Piper and now she had been offered a place to stay. Zahara knew Piper didn't trust her adn that was fine, she didn't fully trust Piper either. It was their way, natural enemies of course. But she couldn't help but feel like something had shifted, her thoughts and views of other elves certainly. She wasn't natural, that was for sure. Black sheep...that was one way to put it. A brief thought entered her head but she pushed it away and instead curled up beneath the covers, falling fast asleep. It had been an exhausting day for teh Drow and she needed to refreshed her body, mind, and soul. But before she went to sleep she asked whatever god was listening, she felt funny asking Lolth, to please make Piper someone she could finally trust.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 6:59 am
In the ceiling, not far from the upper left corner, there was a sound. It was as if a squirrel was scurrying around in there. But as fate would have ti, it was no squirrel. A piece of the ceiling, cunningly cut to fit back in place without so much as a seem, was pulled upwards. Without looking donw, two imps dropped to the floor, Jell placeing the piece of ceiling back in it's palce on the way down. They once again began discussing their escape routes. They had never been so focused on one task. Jell blinked tohugh, and looked at the bed. "I thought this room was empty?"
"It was empty."
Taking little steps on their tip toes, the two strolled over to the bed. Jell got distraced a mkoment and chewed on the bed bost, breaking off a chunk and munching on it. They lept up on the bed, squating. Imps where light, and didn't much movie the bed.
"Would you look at that? She looks like the mean man! You think she hides stuff in her hair too?"
"Awe, gees. Now I want to know. What do you think it is?"
"A bazuca!"
"Wow! Wish I'd thought of that. I was thinking puffer fish."
"Oo, oo, lets wake her!"
"She looks like the type to have some fun, eh?" They thought this of everyone but Malik.
"I'm on it!"
Jell climbed up the wall, back on to the ceiling. Turning around, claws from foot and hand jkeeping him anchored like a spider, and then...he dropped, landing on the newcomer and screamed, "Fire!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 8:43 am
Malik's reverie was not going well at the moment. withdrawl from Malvolence was causing many bad images. he coudl still hear it in his mind. it's whispers to claim it, find it, rejoin with it. the long promises of strength and power. he remembered the day he found it. he had been rescued from death by a cleric. and been told he must have been blessed by innoruuk to escape that death. he had asked what had become of the family. he had been cold then. without a care about anything but himself, and his future. However, the fear of the 'curse' had cause his family to bond together far closer than normal.
They coudln't tell the priests or the nobles about Cymarron, thier father's mad quest to take a unique trait in the vah and somehow forge his own controllable diety. they woudl be killed as heretics. even those that secretly worshipped Soluesk Ro would turn them in for favor. they were forced to band together through safety in numbers and a mutual enemy. when he'd been told of thier sluaghter, the instantly repressed memories came back. he remembered thier screams. the breakign of bones, the tearing of flesh. Cymarron's powerful and defiant roar.
However, as the last survivor of the bloodline that was pure Tier'Dal, he was given a sealed document. within it, were instructions that if it was being read, then the Beast had found freedom and vengance. and that as his Master, by blood if it still did not wear the collar, it was his duty to put it down. to do that woudl require a special weapon. the sword's oringal name was Blood Oath. it was presented to him, and he heard it's voice for the first time.
Feed me the blood. feed me and thier knowledge will pass to you. thier strengths, thier power will be yours. this is the gift of the Beast, father to me. I share his gift, and I will share it with you. but you have to feed me, so that we may both be strong.
Malik had been hesitant at first. and and winced when he felt the blade bit him as he picked it up. and then he killed them. the clerics aroudn him, the guards. but that was the blade's work. it consumed him..the need for blood. the vampire T'haen who's soul was fused to teh blade commanded, and malik's body obeyed. They had to leave. to the surface. avenge your family, avenge your father. fice hundred years of slaughter. hunting the beast. learning to master the newly chirstened Malvolence. During that time, he had become a powerful shadowknight. though never general. his bloodlust was far to great for that. with an army behind him he might very well try for the throne.
Malik was tossing a bit on the bed, sweating some by now.
Only once did he fall on Norrath. one time to a high elf, at the battle later known as Bloody Kithcor. and then he went to the Plane of Hate, to stand before the creator of his race, mighty Innoruuk himself. His hate for Cymarron was quite visible then. and the Prince of Hate granted Malik a form of enteral life. through rebirth. though it was obvious failures and deaths woudl result in extended time on the plane being punished beforehand. and he'd been shown...before he met Nightmare, tamed her though guile, deciet and sheer brute force.
Then he was home, but not for long. teh need for vengence drove him to find where Cymarron was. he was there when the Daughter fo Hate, Lanys T'vyl tossed the king of Neriak at the Queen's feet, and then he'd left. he had little interest in the Queen's vision of the furture. besides, the Quest consumed him. and he found him. five hundred years on norrath, had not been near the same about of time there..and Malik went to that plane, to rebuild the D'vinn slave empire and for vengance. died again, at Cymarron's own hand. like his father before him. but unlike his father's decree showed, Malik learned the lesson, while still bearing the hatred. he was reborn..and then he met Piper.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 1:28 pm
They released the shackles that held him to the wall, let his body slide with a sickening thumb to the cold, dirty floor. Finally the strain on all his muscles was released. If only for a short time, he was sure. They were keeping him concious now, not allowing him to slide into unconciousness. Something extra in the silvery potion that they fed him.
They two figures that released him, both wearing long white lab coats, were speaking.
"Why is he being released again? Why not just kill him?"
"Something about healing. His Grace wants hm to be fully aware of his death. Or something like that anyway. I dunno, I don't pretend to know what His Grace likes to do." They both laughed. No one knew His Grace very well. But they loved the things he let them do. Eventualy, the two left, not leaving Warren with nothing but the scraps of his old robes.
He lay on the floor, bleeding, panting, trying to gasther enough strength to raise himself up. But his body was weak, always had been. The curse of his gift. He could not move his cold body off the floor.
Sometihng was whipping at his face and back, rubbing...it felt rough but Warren couldhardley move or care. Sniffles made him open his eyes a crack.
Bode whipped at Warren's body with a piece of his torn robe, trying to take off the blood, stop the bleeding. She was crying, black ooze had seeped through her clothing, making her damp and sticky from the chest down. Tears mingled with the sludge. "You're all bloody Mr. Warren!"
"Bode?"
"Why'd you take us here, Mr. Warren? Everybody's mean. They hurt you!"
Bode....he couldn't tell her. He could tell her that he was weak, that the hooded man had used his body as if he were nothing more than a husk, a piece of skin to be filled out. How he had tried to break free...but he just wasnot....strong....enough. He inhaled, a weazing, gasping breath. "I....they betrayed me." That would do. Let her tihnk that maybe she had a chance to get out of here.
"I wanna go home Mr. Warren! I don't want to be here no more."
Tears streaming donw her cheeks...because of him. She was crying because he was in pain. They were going to kill him soon. He closed his eyes. Warren didn't want her to see that...they would make her watch. He couldn't stand the thought of this child, this innocent little girl, who saw so much good in everything, so see more. Placing his palms flat on the floor, grinding them into the dirt, he lifted himself up. He shook, and threatened to topple to the floor once again, but somehow managed to prop himself up in a seated postition. With Bode's helped, he tied what was left of his robes around his waist to hide himslef. Him covered in blood, her covered in ooze, she crawled into has lap, begging for a little comfort. Warren held the girl, fighting back his own tears. Finding a way out of this place seemed hopeless....
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 1:59 pm
Her head fell forward and jolted her from reviere as her chin slipped off her hand. Had she slipped into while still sitting there? How long had it been? Blinking a little from the moment of confusion as reviere was snatched from her, her attention was drawn to the bed. Malik was still in reviere, but it seemed not like a peaceful one...after all she was quite acquainted with not so well reveries. Pushing from the chair she walked over to the bed, sitting on it's edge. With a sigh a hand reached out and she caressed his cheek. Reviere could be quite cruel...and when it was the nightmares that humans dreamed paled in comparison...because elvish nightmares were real...they had feeling and thought to them, tastes and smells...vivid as they please. Literally making one relive the memory. Perhaps that was why elves felt so strongly, nothing ever grew old, nothing ever faded to them...well nothing except things that weren't elvish.
Her hand moved to brush through his hair, smoothing back a few bed tossed locks. No, she didn't force him from that reviere...a necessary process that when not taken was only hazardess to the mind itself. But she could at least maybe cause influence on it...like he had with that cinnamon. Piper rested her palm to his cheek, smiling softly. "Reviere troubles you...which is probably my fault." She couldn't recall the last bad time he had with it really. "Don't worry...you can fuss at me for it when your mind takes leave of it. And you can yell at me for all that I've done in the last few hours...I'm sure you'll want to. You'll lecture on it...telling me how stupid a move it was on my part...possibly endangering myself and our home." Though she said it all with a smile.
With a sigh her hand left his cheek, both coming to take his hand and hold it, the elf bringing it up to press a kiss to his palm before nuzzling it, resting her cheek agaisnt his hand a moment. She'd put a ring on that finger soon enough. Another smile, just watching him. Hands sliding down some, having his hand rest against her shoulder both of thier finger tips lightly touching at her collar some. "I know I do a lot that you think I should know better than to do...perhaps it is because I am still so young in the eyes of those that are elvish. I don't mean any harm by it all. I guess sometimes I just feel...like I'm nothing but trouble for you. And I mean the bad trouble, not the amusing kind." A slight smile to him, tilting her head to press a kiss to his hand once more.
Kieran was packing up what was left of most of his stuff. When he said two days time...he had meant Andalian time...which was two days ahead. Meaning he was leaving this morning. He thought it was morning anyway, his sense of time had been killed off while he'd been down here. Raziel was up as well, helping as he may...he could help shove over a journal or two for packing. The little feathered fairy was now wearing a little colak that Kieran has fashions out of a scrap of cloth he had in his bag. Dark blue of course and it did look quite cute on the little guy. Only made so Raziel could pull up the hood and shade his face from the sun until his eyes adjusted. He knew the little guy wouldn't be blinded...his eyes were those of a creature suited for both surface and Underdark.
Setting his packing aside he returned to the desk where he had a letter in progress writtin in that flowing elvish script. Raziel was once more on his shoulder again, watching him write with that fascination the familiar always presented. But he was full of excitment, that was clear to Kieran. Finishing up his letter and signing it, he folded it closed and then sealed it, taking it as well as his travel pack up, slinging it over the shoulder that wasn't occupied with Raziel. "Well my dear friend...I think it's time we've made our way, only to return later. The longer this stands, the worse it may be." And he left the room, handing the letter to a slave with instructions that Piper was to get it when she made an appearance.
Heading downstairs and out the fortress he made his way to the stables and walked in quietly. Serino and Nightmare were both curled up together in a stall, heads resing on each other's flanks. Well wasn't that cute and it earned a chuckle from Kieran before he moved to Nerian's stall, rousing the Zephyr who was positively over joyed to be making a trip home, and to be seeing Fianna. A pet to his nose before Kieran mounted up and exited the barn only to have the three disappear three steps into thier journey, traversing the fabrics of the planes to Andal.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 9:41 pm
Reverie stopped for him, when Piper's hands moved her and she nuzzled his palm. his eyes opened, and he gave a small smirk.
"and what trouble have you gotten into this time, Piper?"
He grinned lighty, thinking it was something small, that she was just overreacting. besides, he was supposed to not be stressing, so obviously it coudln't be that bad or she would never tell him, right? Of course his hand's first react6ion was to reach where Malvolence used to be, and upon not fidning it, his face got a very dark and angered lookm that passed rather quickly, his other hand rubbing lightly over the scarrign on his chest.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 9:50 pm
Piper smiled at him lightly though noted that look from not getting hands on his sword. Though she tried to ignore it. "You shouldn't hear it, because you'll only yell at me, get stressed out some and then go into work mode...but if I don't tell you it would only be worse for you." And no secrets between them anymore, she remembered him telling her that. "Well...let's go down the list. First I went out on my own...and second I took Nightmare...we got along fairly well I think." A slight pause. "And then I ran into something...and brought it home with me...but I made sure it wasn't left alone...I have the dragons on that detail." Let that all sink in and then she would tell him what it exactly was. But she scooted closer to him, half lying against him, mind already working on a way to calm a potential explosion.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 10:14 pm
Sitting calmly at the table, the drow looked at each patron as he or she entered. He shifted through crowds, gandered at processions, and generally seemed disconnected to his surroundings.
Then, it happened. The high elf walked into the bar, and spotted the drow almost instantly, considering that Tarathiel was seated at the table adjacient the door. The elf drew out his bow, and took aim, but his companion snatched his bowstring so he could not fire. Elric sneared at her, but quickly turned his attention back to the more pressing matter.
Tarathiel took the moment of confusion to leap over the table, and out a window. The walls were carved with the windows to allow the air to flow through the establishment, and over time they were inlarged to enable people to call others into the bar, and doubled as a quick escape for many a rogue.
Tarathiel waved at the halfling who was standing next to a dog, and levitated up the side of the building and over the roof. The half stared stunned for a moment, and then realized who that was with a burst of memory. He shouted to Elric, and mounted his brave mount, Braver. The half gave charge around the building to cut off any retreat to the rear, leaving Elric and Celeste to mount an assult on the roof. The halfling could climb, but not as well as his elfish cohorts.
Elric rushed outside, and looked up the wall, hearing the halfling's call. He reached into a pouch he wore on his belt, and tossed a grappling hook up. Within seconds he was on the roof, closely followed by Celeste.
The drow was not there, but his tracks were fresh. The roof tops were covered with dirt and grim from the frequent storms, and the prints were rather unavoidable. They were deep, and percise. Elric shifted his eyes down the path, and followed the lead. Celeste investigated the tracks more closely, to be sure that they were indeed the drow's and not an illusion. Tarathiel had used a similar ploy once to lead them away from the ship while his crew raided the stocks. Celeste glanced about, and used a few minor magic tricks to ensure he was not invisible in the area. The non detection only prevented location spells from funtioning, and could not stop the dispelling of invisibility.
Finding nothing, Celeste summoned a small sprite, and ordered it to gather the crew and join in the hunt. Since a meeting with King Jiscal, the crew had been forced to remain on the ship to keep them able for freys.
Elric chased the foot prints, which seemed to be moving well beyond the normal capabilities of a man on foot. The distance between each step was to great to be a natural stride from this dark elf. For a brief moment, Elric thought he spoted the drow and fired an arrow at that location. The missile passed harmlessly through the spot where the drow was suposed to be, and imbeded itself into a rooftop a few dozen feet away. The archer cursed. The bow was reloaded within miliseconds of the first shot, ready to send another arrow for the acursed dark elf.
"Murderer of my king, my queen, and my prince..." Elric sneared, his hand twitching to launch another of his arrows. Elric was once the harold of a great king, an elf of great repute, but then, the Horde came, and destroyed everything.
Tarathiel was standing a few yards away from where the arrow flew, cursing his cloak for betraying him. He reached into his pocket, and drew out a card marked with the Seven of Swords on it, and tossed it to the ground. The object landed, and produced a great light, and created the image of a drow warrior wielding two scimitars. The image charged at the archer, who simply launched four arrows at the image before he realized he was doupted, and then scanned the area more closely. The drow was playing with him... Again. "What manner of boredom drives you to face me Dark Skin!"
A hand rested on his armour for a moment, and a short sigh. "Boredom does make one crazy on the sea." Half way through the first word, an arrow was launghed into Tarathiel's chest, but the dragon scale armour cleanly destroyed it. The following six arrows were likewise defeated during the rest of Tarathiel speach. "Looks like I have a harder shell."
Celeste fell upon them then, and saw the arrows bounce away from Tarathiel's armour, and frowned. She had hated this drow more than any creature ever could hate another, but she was no fool to the damage that this could cause any innocent person to walk bye. Revenge was important to Elric, but remaining good was moreso to Celeste. "Stop it Elric!" She shouted with her heart, "What if a child-"
"One child worth it elf?" Tarathiel interrupted.
"For you head Kimmuriel, no." Elric responded.
"If you are going to use my real name, you should say Prince Kimmuriel." The drow captain responded.
"Tarathiel was a prince, you are a murderer."
The drow shifted his wieght, and his hands rested at his sides, "Believe it or not, I never wanted to kill that infant."
Celeste turned her glare from Elric to the drow, "But you did."
"Indeed."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 10:29 pm
"Well that's not too bad, you going out on Nightmare. she'll fight and protect you as best she can. but what did you bring home? some kind of animal? Animals down here usually get a lot bigger and can be more vicious. it's not a good idea to bring them in teh fortress, especially a nesting type of creature. stone usually doesn't stop them from burrowing through."
Of course, he was going on the assumption that 'something' ment non-humanoid.
"So what did you bring home?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 10:39 pm
She was sitting on her knees now next to him with that half guilty of something look. Oh well he was going to take this well...oh who was she kidding? A tug at her collar whihc progressed to her playing with her short ear in stalling fashion, giving a nervous laugh almost. "Well no, you see...I don't think we need more pets and..." Oh yeah, this wasn't looking to hot. "I brougth home...a Drow." And she tapped her index fingers together a moment. Waiting to see what type of reaction she would get for that one. He was in such a good mood...horrible to spoil really.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 10:46 pm
"A Drow. you brought a drow home? what were you thinking? it might be a spy of Tarathiel. or any number of drow families. that could put us on the list for potential targets from a drow army. what is it? a priestess? a wizardess? assassin? speaking of which, male or female drow?"
nothing was shouted, but yes, that certainly soured his mood some.
"Drow are not to be trusted. none of them. even children know more about backstabbing, lying, and murder than most of your surface born races."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 10:48 pm
He had their attention, which is what he wanted. Now, for the second part of the plan.
Kimmuriel ran like the wind, dodging between builings and hiding behind people. The city was lively at this time, and lively was beneficial to the captain's flight. He could have simply killed the two and be done with it once and for all, but perhaps he left them alive for other reasons...
Then again, what he was doing now was probably going to get them killed.
The hunt went on for many hours in the city, and the halfling rider almost caught the drow on several occassions. The Archer was effectively removed from the battle by the constant use of human shields, which might not have stopped him had a certain someone not been there.
The elves were not fools, and knew that the dark elf was leading them somewhere, as he never raised his arms against them except when he threw down one of the cards from his Deck of Illusions. These were usually used to scare peasents away from ally entrances or redirected them into a panic to gain more cover from an otherwise stagnate ground. The drow was no fool either, and he certianly knew how to keep the elves with him. Occassionally, he threatened to kill a peasent, and usually would have if not for the threat of a certain archer raining death upon him.
Unfortunately for the elves, Tarathiel had extensive knowledge of the area, and knew each and every short cut well. During his time here, he certainly didn't sit idly around waiting for action to appear. He sought it, often at the expense of other heroes or bandits.
Nearing the end of the chase, Tarathiel jumped abord a skiff and travelled north, away from the city. This was a blessing in Elric's opinion, who shot a stream of arrows at the floating target. Tarathiel could have cared less if he was on dry ground, but the arrows certainly did a number on the wooden ship. The boat began to sink within moments, and Tarathiel was forced to walk the rest of the way across the strait. Elric cursed as his arrows bounced harmlessly off the drow seemingly impenitrable armour, but smiled softly when Celeste shot a lightning bolt at the drow. That caused the thing to flip in the air and roll about.
"Wait, isn't he immune to magic?" Celeste said almost imidiately.
"He was the last time you shocked him, maybe it was only a ring he has since lost."
"No, rings are limited in the number of spells they can evade or absorb. He ignored everything I threw at him."
"Right... I wonder who is helping us avenge the fallen..." Another enemy of that elf would be a welcome ally, as long as it was a fair skined elf at least. Non-elves were generally useless against that one, except for a certain paladin. Elric seemed to be happy at the thought of a weakened Enemy.
"Should we chase?"
"He is weak against your spells, but strong against my arrows. I think that we should give chase, as I am no mere fighter as well." The elf smiled wickedly.
"We will wait for the crew, and use the ship." Celeste told her co-captain.
"Fine." Elric agreed to rather disheartened. The drow was out of range for magic, and was immune to arrows. "He traded one weakness for another..." Interesting... "What if he changes again..."
"Magic resistance is not something surrendered easily. Either it was forced from him or he gave it up willing."
"He would never do that..."
"Who could force it from him?"
Elric stopped and puzzled over that for a moment. "He gave it up?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 10:55 pm
"Eh, um...female Drow." Well...okay no yelling. Perhaps that was a good thing or that was him bottling it up so that he wouldn't yell at her. But he started into the whole lecture lines about Drow in general to her...she'd heard it quite the few times before. And a slight shrug perhaps no knowing what else to do, hand going to play with her ear again. "I know, I know. But...I couldn't help myself. I sympathzied...and she seems a little off from all the other Drow I've seen...I mean, I'm alive and unscathed aren't I?" Hey he had to give her that point. Zahara was...off. "Besides...she said she hadn't heard of Tarathiel anyway and even if she's lying about it, you'd find out soon enough. Though I doubt Tarathiel would hang out with her likes..." She knew what she meant...female Drow after all. "I did think about this first..." Besides...one more Underdark ally wouldn't hurt. "Do I need to start apologizing now?"
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