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 Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 11:56 pm
Frost DoUrden Sencing the disturbance had come from the underdark, the nightbringer Drejan embarks on her mission for her godess to seek the powerful individual whom had reawakened. Drawing her scimitars she activates her ring of the shadow wyrm, for the abilities it grants would assist her greatly in her task. Calling forth her figurines powers she summons her pets to her, as well as the wraith in her wraithblade, and she sets out into the tunnels on the hunt for the powerful individual praying she finds him before someone or something else does.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:41 pm
Startled not so much by the voice but by the power behind it the the dragons let out a small his and move to defend there mistress if necessary taking up guard positions next to Drejan. In a soothing draconic Drejan calms her jeuviniles before adressing the shadows. ' I was on a mission for the Lady of Loss, to seek a powerful being that had passed through her realm, I in my folly assumed it was a meer mortal, not one so powerful as to cause fear in two jeuvinile dragons. As it is I'm not sure weather I succeeded in my task or have failed. thinking for a second as to what scares dragons, she comes up with three solutions, a bigger dragon, a deamon. or a god, seeing as she isnt dead yet, she rules out the first two, and quickly realizes to whom she is talking with. She corrects her manners as she remembers her training on other religions and protocol. Pulling out her ritual knife she conceals herself in a cloud of icy mist and shadows, and performing the rithual greating she states one of its more traditional phrases " Dark deeds, lord Vhaeraun ,dark deeds."
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 8:22 pm
The Masked Lord steps into view several paces from the young drowess, his eyes twinkling like emeralds in the darkness. He appeared to be a well dressed drow male in black garb with a flowing cape around his shoulders that seemed to show the cavern behind him, as if it mere nearly insubstantial. A thin smile spreads across the God's face as he nods slowly. "You speak of the one called Val'atar, one of my servants, he no longer walks this world. I have seen fit to take him to my fortress and grant him a position of power among my generals. The affairs of the Underdark are no longer his and he is no longer any affair of your Goddess. Au Shinduago will need new leadership, someone who can manage her and keep the streets free from the clutches of Lolth. It will be interesting to see who garners that gem yes?"
Turning he moves to walk away, but pauses.. looking over his shoulder. With a small motion, he casts a blade to the ground before the drowess, smiling briefly. "Shar is not the only one who rewards those who serve. Val'atar has no need for it any longer.. see that it is put to good use."
As silently as he had appeared, so he vanished, leaving the drowess to ponder and reflect.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 10:43 pm
Drejan thinks long and hard about her services she has provided to the lady of loss, and finaly it dawns on her, her mother may have been a druid which Drejan herself loves, but her father was a rogue which skills she finds valuable beyond reason, and she had to have bumped into that group of shadowdancers for a reason, could it have been that her training under them and rising so far in Shar's clergy was preping her for this very event? Drejan thinks that this might just have been the case or Shar wouldnt have sent her on this mission. With this knowledge in mind the nightbringer Drejan reaches forward and claims the sword, sending a prayer saying, "What is your will Lord Vhaeraun, I'm here to serve."
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 2:04 am
Far in the depth, a cloaked figure steeped into the cavern that once held a temple to two gods. Skeletons and broken weapons marked a battle long gone, Silently, the young drow male approached th eonly building that had not been razed. Reaching out to the panels in the thick steel doors, he adjusted the rings of etchings until a single elaborate rune took shape, A serpents skull gripping a bleeding rose in it's jaws. As the lock disengaged, and the door slowly swung open, the male took a deep breath of the stagnant air that rushed from the workshop. Memories flooded him as his hand traced over the dusty machina, hollow shells of what was to be a grand army of clockworks. "May it ever be so humble...." Eventually, he found his way through the large workshop to the eternal blue flame that burned at it's center.
The cloak fell, leaving the young male standing bare infront of the flames, a twisted grin of excitement mixed with a look of sheer terror in his eyes. Slowly he raised a dagger to his own throat and closed his eyes. The blood ebbed from the lifeless child towards the necrotic flame, feeding it's dark will. The flames flared and burned along the pool of blood before consuming the body. Echoes of laughter filled the workshop as the sacrifice was taken and the workshop hummed to life, arcane energy coursing through every wire and wall etching.
With the steamworks and arcane constructs creaking and ticking around him, the spirit withing the flame stepped into the world once again, taking up the boy's cloak and wrapping it about him for what little warmth it offered. Gazing around with a soft smile, he rubbed the red blotch on his arm absently, and old habit, that brought back pleasant memories. "There's no place like home." Reivan whispered, with a dark chuckle as he took up his notes from a nearby table and got to work.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:35 pm
From a small crack in the cavern wall.. a serpent slips forth. oily black with green eyes, it coils up at the feet of the drowess, then falls dead. in its death throes, it turns belly up and seems to coil into a shape like that of a mask with two eyes holes. Growing still its body begins to dissipate, but the mask remains, oily black and made from the fine scales of the serpent. The air itself seems to grow cold and still, the scent of death hanging about as if one stood in a charnel house.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 6:34 pm
Awed Drejan tenativly picks up the mask, looking it over she promptly dons it, ready to serve her newfound god, Vhaeraun, with all her skills, used to there fullest potential. Testing her new blade's balance and finding it perfect, Drejan starts a practice routine as she debates her next best cource of action.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:32 pm
From the darkness around her, the scent of death fades and is replaced by an almost perfumed odor, faint and appealing. To those of the surface, its known as roses.. but in the depths its aroma was unknown to most . As the emanation fills her nostrils, the drowess is rendered unconscious, falling into a dream like trance.
In her dream, she finds herself standing in a cavern filled with jagged spikes and crevasses. Out of the shadows, a figure appears.. dark and insubstantial. His green glowing eyes lock onto hers as he nears, whispering softly. "When you are within 100 paces of my mask, you can speak to me directly my Deep Rogue. Keep it hidden except when you are safely out of site. Tucked away, those who discover it will only see a black cloth unless they put it to their face, then the glamor will evaporate and your secret will be known, death is often the fate for those whom are discovered. "
Pacing slowly around Drejan, just beyond clear vision range.. the Masked Lord regards her with curiosity. His cloak flutters around and behind him, stars winking in and out of view within its folds. Pausing, he faces her before speaking once more, becoming more solid for several moments.
"Your first task as my servant, is to scout your home city and report on the Spider kisser's numbers. My mother shields the cities she favors from my view, but she can not shield them from my servants. As well you can note any who might make potential servants in the darkness. Of special interest are disregarded males, renegade females and cast down nobles.. I will be listening for your call my child."
Like smoke dissipating in the breeze, the figure of the Masked Lord begins to fade from view as he turns and walks away into the shadows. After a moment, he is gone and slowly, the drowess regains consciousness.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:29 pm
Waking Drejan knows exactly were to start, mercenaries, sheathing her new sword she uses her druidic abilities and alters herself to appear as a dragon champion, she uses her ring of the shadow wyrm to become a half-shadow dragon, hides her mask on person, and makes an alias for herself. She then uses the spell shadow walk and steps through to the mercenary guild her juevinile dragons following closely behind.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 4:34 pm
Nariel mounted on her lizard rider, looked out over the barren dark area as the caravan gathered to hear the leader speak her plan for the guards and other merchants of the group.
This place is as warm and welcoming as my room at the guild. I would love to explore it, to see all it has to offer and then maybe even exploit some of it. Maybe...I should..No I can't. It wouldn't be good for the guild. , she thought dryly. The caravan leader had chatted with her trying to glean out all the possible problem they might encounter. She looked down the trade route with yearning want desperately to explore the world outside the putrid town. Shifting her mount back towards the city, she turned her back on the exit out.
Tomorrow, I'll be free tomorrow. So long as everything works as it should.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 11:25 pm
Aleanrae divisions one through three get to the ouskirts rather quickly. division one starts its patrol, as the others work on a small outpost for themselves. the outpost building compleated by the time third division started there patrol. All said and done the divisions had cleared out five groups of wandering monsters before the tunnels they patroled were compleatly empty.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:43 am
Naki had to stop dead in its track and he raised a forearm to his nose as a blast of the foul stench of recent carnage washed over him. He would never get used to those sudden booms so common when you entered an area that recently had been a battlefield. Too much for his keen senses.
When he got used to the combined odor of sweat, blood, scum and other things, he looked around. Though there was no light whatsoever, his sensitive nose and sharp eyes -night vision comes with the territory- let him navigate the place without any problems and even have an idea on what had happened. Some hunting party had had their fun not long ago. The cuts and gashes showed the work of well-trained hands. Apparently, they were gone.
His lips moved somewhat disgustedly, but no noise came out. Pushing the scene to the back of his mind, he moved silent as a shadow towards the city of Au' Shinduago.
Next City Proper.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:31 pm
A few hours had passed. Naki was tired and frustrated to the point of tearing down walls in the dark tunnels surrounding Au Shinduago.
But he didn't. He knew it was more critical than ever to keep his presence concealed. Fortunately, the smell of rotting corpses would help him. Nonetheless, he didn't linger long. After a quick snoop around to make sure the coast was clear, the Wolf demon set out into the shadows, heading for the only option for a shelter left for him.
Next: Crystal Corridor.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 7:38 am
*Darkness was here before anything else. Before the light, before life. Darkness will be here after everything is gone as well. So it was for one who had thought his time in the land of the living was past. One moment he was in the fortress of his lord and the next he finds himself deep in the depths of UnderGaia. His body was his own once more, yet he was different. He could feel it in his bones, something had changed and it worried him because change meant new enemies, new conflicts. Still, he was glad to be alive once more.
His crimson gaze slowly swept the cavern in which he found himself, sensing without intention that what he sought was in the direction of the tunnel ahead. As he breathed in, he could smell the slightest odor of the city, faint and all but dismissible.. but he knew his home was in that direction. His feet found the trail quickly, a walk turning into a trot as the scent grew stronger. As he grew more sure of himself and his newness, the trot turned into a jog, then broke into a full out run. Like a fleeting shadow, this dark being raced through the tunnels, silent and deadly. His speed was like that of a riding lizard at full gallop, faster perhaps and yet not a foot fall was heard as he darted from corridor to corridor amidst total darkness. Naked, sweat run down his body as he ran, but no creature saw him. He was like a ghost, a shadow.. unseen and unheard as he bolted towards his city.
And then he arrived, the sounds, smells and brightness overwhelming him for a moment as he stood just beyond the great bridge, cloaked in darkness, his sweating black skin glistening from exertion. None saw him, nor heard him.. for he did not yet wish to be known.*
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