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 Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 9:15 am
Guallidurth has an agreeable temperature and is the home to many wealthy houses, who diplay their prosperity in traded goods and spoils of war. The city is a melting pot for different styles, disciplines and of course captured slaves. The Drow of the Westdark have crafted a style of dress unique to that region, borrowing bits of all their surface world spoils and adding a touch of style which can only be their own. The priestesses of Lloth reign supreme in Guallidurth, for this is the home of the Yathtaller, the high priestess and all her subordinates constantly clammouring for power and the favour of their Goddess. Guallidurth may be the wealthiest place in the Underdark, but it is certainly the most dangerous.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 1:54 pm
Closer and closer, into the city. Vasryna navigated the streets of Guallidurth, making good time. There she was. Vivid red eyes narrowed as she gazed to the Drow she was to kill. But not here. Not now. It would be a simple task when she was working in a place other than streets infested with her fellow Drow. Red lips curved up in grim amusement as she turned, weaving her way through the city almost randomly now, perhaps just to observe all who passed by.
Vasryna's home city was a powerful one. A place that she had to admit affection for. It was, if perhaps a tad lamely, home. Somewhere where Vasryna fitted in snugly. The Velguk continued to walk, paying no heed to a small group of Drow males scrambling to get out of her way.
"Hnn.." The woman paused slightly in her step to make a small sound of frustration. Though she'd already killed once today, she was annoyed at the fact that she'd have to wait a while to get to her next victim. For Vasryna it was just frustrating not to have a constant task to attend to. Something with purpose, or else she'd get to dwelling on things. The Velguk wasn't worried about thinking of anything in particular. No, that wasn't it. She was more afraid of what would come of those thoughts.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 2:44 pm
Arach was where he always was at night, after training with the other soldiers of G'eld. He was in his workshop, it hadn't always been so, but since he had come of age his mother had tossed a set of keys at him, mumbling something about his deceased father and gifts or something. His father had been the House weapons master and although his mother had never really gotten round to marrying him, the two had stayed together longer than most noble couples.
Since he had been given his unnofficial position as house soldier and weapons master, Arach had taken to inventing as a hobby. His greatest creation being his revolutionary sword-axe (for kids). He was currently working on an explosive that could emmulate sunlight. Lloth only knew the amount of damage he could do with that.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 3:25 pm
Izzayne hadn't been to Guallidurth very many times before and the few times she had gone, was only to see what could be profited from doing so. The city was bustling, Drow's grew careless of possessions when in a large crowd and more careful of themselves. Izzayne used this to her fullest advantage. She was only here because her mentor had mumbled something along the lines of go and do some refining, the city was a perfect place for thievery and small towns even more perfect for house-pillaging, seeing as the small houses generally had drow inside that were likely the less powerful.
The young Shebali was simply wandering around busy streets, hands clasped behind her back though her fingertips were pressed against the catch of a back pouch on her belt, ready to arm herself if someone dared attack her because she was of a low rank, was in training and was a smidgen on the short size, but Izzayne was all about taking opportunities and advantages earning her the ability to easily work her way around disadvantages. She was all for killing an enemy, but tended to like calculating herself a bit. First was the disarming, second the disabling and thirdly the torture and kill. Granted, she had only done such a practice once or twice but she liked to think she could hold her own against a drow bigger then her, she wasn't so sure about one who was either just as fast or skilled in long range, moving targets. Ugh, that would be trifling.
"I think I'm doing well enough" Izzayne mumbled to herself, dropping a few more pilfered coins into her belt pouches. So far she had a few daggers, money and one or two smallish gems in her inventory of pilfered items. It was a good day by the looks of it. The young female decided to take a break and clear the area she had been mainly working in, just in case someone actually thought to check their items and discover them missing. She hastened up another street and out into a less crowded residential area, one hand still behind her back as the other counted off the coins she had acquired.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 5:50 pm
Vasryna continued to walk, letting her restless eyes search around in no particular manner. She was no longer with the bustling crowds of the main part of the city, and instead found herself in a quieter area. Her kind of area - a place where one could kill unnoticed with some ease. Vasryna was plainly skilled at her job and the first thing she took in about an area was situation. There were good situations and bad ones. Usually the more people, the worse it was, unless complete havoc reigned.
The Velguk glanced around in slight irritation, brushing a few strands of her hair away from her face as she did so, her eyes locating what she was rather sure was a young Shebali. Short, too. The taller woman watched the girl with disdain, rather disrespecting of Shebali out of nature. The girl was obviously doing well by the looks of things - there were plenty of people to take from unnoticed in this large subterranean city.
"Tch." Vasryna couldn't help but let out the small sound in her antipathy, and if it was even audible to anyone else, it was just barely so. Such thieves were capable of grating on the assassin's nerves, as was obvious from her expression. She didn't understand the intrigue of the position, in any case. Just how low could a Drow get? Well, not that she couldn't answer that, but still...
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 8:33 pm
Isilmi was happy when her mother told her that she had managed to secure her a teacher and as well as a few lessons from a priestess in Guallidurth. She was slightly annoyed when her mother also told her to acquire a scrying bowl for the house, an obvious jab at her want to be a seer, but it was outweighed by the satisfaction that she felt about the chance that she had.
Guallidurth. The home of the Yathtaller, the high priestess.
She had been in the city for several days already and, while she found the city more than Menzoberranzan in all the aspects of populace and religion, she also found it both more noisy, tiring, and dangerous. She had been fascinated with the city at first, not that she had shown it, but it had worn off quickly. Now she simply wanted to learn what she could and spend some time in a quieter part of the city.
She had found a place that was quieter, a place that she could relax as much as she dared, but one that was as, if not more dangerous as a busy market. After all secluded areas of the city were more dangerous than areas filled with witnesses to what ever you were going to do. Isilmi let her eyes glide suspiciously over everyone that passed nearby as she walked. She did not trust anyone here, for here she was worth less than in her home city, and she understood that even there she was worth little. Yet.
There were several other Drow about, most of them being female. That being the case, Isilmi took even more care.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 4:34 am
Stepping with purpose and her head held high, Dhann'Dra strode down the streets of her favourite place in all of her world. It was rare that she was let out at all by her overly suspicious Matron, and the fresh air of freedom felt very good in her lungs. True, she was only permitted out because she needed new clothing and her Matron couldn't afford to send one of their few slaves to do it; but it had gotten her out nonetheless. Phase one of her Life's plan was slowly getting underway.
Stopping at a group of males loafing about, the 'child' tapped her foot impatiently and frowned until they moved. It had taken them way too long, and she felt the desperate need to harm one of them for it. Judging by their attire, however, she could tell they were members of higher ranking houses. It was a better idea to let sleeping dragons lie this time around.
Gliding ever forward towards her destination, the tiny female subconciously made note of everyone that passed by her. It was that way she spotted a female that made her curious. Slipping quietly past several slaves, she watched this female as she made her way towards a spot the yathrin hopeful was all to familiar with.
"She can't be much older than myself," whispering quietly she pursed her lips in minor confusion. "Why have I never seen her before?"
Surely there couldn't be that many drow females her age in Gaullidurth.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 5:53 am
Leaving the confines of the G'eld stronghold was hardly something to be taken lightly, but he had a job to do, and iron ore to be bought, and only he had the knowledge to determine what goods were worth buying. Although the keep itself was dangerous enough, Arach had a fair idea of who his enemies were there. The city however, you had to be careful in, as pretty much anyone was a potential foe. Maybe he was paranoid but it had been drilled into him by his mother and his various cammanders. Then he was the doing the drilling for a time, it was a natural progression of things.
He hardly ever saw any action these days. Since his promotion, things had bene pretty quiet, well apart from the fiery little psychopath he'd been told to takre care of. Perhaps he would be sent on a mission soon. That at least would hold off any talk of marriage for a while, or possibly divert it to his younger brother. The prospect of marital slavery didn't sit well with him, although he would obey if his mother ordered it.
Even if his mistress was a kind one, he'd probably die of boredom anyway, having no purpose other than sireing children, strong daughters for a strong family.
No, he was happy where he was. Put him in any other kingdom in any part of the world and he'd still be doing what he was now. Fighting, smithing, fighting, inventing, fighting, drinking and fighting. He was good at fighting. Not only was his daily attire heavier than most riding lizards, he also had a surprising amount of hidden weapons, only to be used in self defense of course. Illiam had always teased him about his sense of fashion, his dirty dreadlocks held back with thin knives and his spike covered armour. Well at least he didn't look like a whore (or behave like one unlike his brother). If Illiam wasn't so damn fast he'd have been killed ten times over by now.
But he was daydreaming again when there was a task to be taken care of, and the burly drow once again headed off towards the market in search of crafting materials.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 12:58 pm
Isilmi wasn’t a seer, not yet, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t have some aptitude for it. She couldn’t read the thoughts of other Drow, nor the future, but she could tell some things. Being a Drow her senses, like most of her peoples, were always alert, and waiting for some unseen danger. Even for her people she had sharp senses and she had trained them even more, even ones that others didn’t often think to train. As Isilmi went to sit down, a tell tale chill ran down the back of her neck, telling her that someone was watching her.
At first she wondered about someone scrying her, trying to find information about her or her family. Yet she quickly dismissed those ideas. Anyone that would try to scry such on her would have done it so well that she would have had no idea. So that left the people on the street.
She glanced around the street. There weren’t too many people there, and even fewer that she would think would have any interest in her. Her eyes finally came to rest on a diminutively framed Drow girl, who was actually looking at her. The girl didn’t seem to be much younger than her, and Islimi would almost dared to have called her cute, if she didn’t’ know how such appearances could belie truth.
Instead of sitting, Isilmi forced a hint of a smile onto her lips and walked porously over to the girl.
“Is there something that I can help you with, lle'warin?” She asked politely, looking down at the other girl, smile still twiching at the corrners of her mouth.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 4:28 am
The smaller female's lips curled easily in a serene bow as she was noticed by her object of curiosity. It had taken the other woman long enough to let on that Dhann'dra had been caught spying, but really... It wasn't like the tiny woman had been hiding it. Playfully clasping her hands behind her back she admitted to herself that she'd enjoyed their little game.
As the girl before her spoke, she used every muscle in her body to keep from expressing how pleased she was with the way she'd been addressed. Formalities seemed a luxury anymore and it was just sad. She was a favored of Lloth, even if no one but herself knew it, and she deserved to be treated with respect.
But enough musing... Dhann'dra bowed her head with the same level of 'respect' that the one before her had shown and answered calmly.
"I had simply noticed that you don't really seem to be from around this part of the city, and my curious nature got the better of me." Being closer to the taller girl now, she could see her attire and items clearer. She wasn't desolate, but she wasn't quite sure that the other future cleric was from a ruling house either.
Not being able to tell another's station in life made them dangerous, it made them that much more unpredictable and Dhann'Dra didn't want to test her boundries with the larger female just yet. Especially not when there wasn't anything to gain from it, so she chose to end her words where she did. Whether the other chose to respond or not was her perrogative.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 6:12 pm
Standing only around five one and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds,Jaeden Tinuveil is built rather delicately and small despite her drow heritage. She is lean in build and is far stronger than she should be. Her eyes are a bold amber color that may remind some of the hue of molten gold. Her nose rests evenly in the center of her face. Lips the color of the deepest crimson roses accompanied with her ebony colored flesh is rather dashing.
Her hair is paltinum white, like snow, with barely visible warm grey lowlights. Long and pin straight in style, the foremost part of her hair reaches just below her butt. Her bangs, split on the right side, normally cover that entire side of her face.
Her flesh is void of all scars, but one long twisting line that is hooked on the lower of her stomach like a fish hook, it reaches down to her inner thigh from the left of her belly button.
Dressed in a strange pure red and white, made of a soft yet durable material and a pure silk wrap top, classically white. Adding the needed bit of sexuality, is slit to show quite a bit of cleavage.
Her feet are covered by a pair of sandal style shoes in black. She also has on a pair of black thigh-highs.
Jaeden sighed as she sat on the crowded street corner as large crowds pushed by her, it was a typical mid-summer day and the heat made Jaeden feel so drowsy. She stifled a yawn and climbed to her feet, she was likw dwarf in comprision to the majority of the tall crowd around her, she could thank her mother for her petite size.
She pulled out a crimson velvet coin purse from the inner lining of her top, she shook it once and the soft tinkling of coins clattering within could be heard,"I'm running low on funds this month." Jaeden sighed as she thrusted the change purse back into her shirt. "Need to find some work soon." She added.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 6:23 pm
Fingers ran across the deep wood of the odd instrument he had been presented with before the Mistress had developed a sudden urge to go visiting Guallidurth. Full lips pursed, white teeth biting down on the fuller bottom as he lifted the bachi, shaped rather like a scraper for hides running them across the strings. At the strange plucking whisper of music Jysayne face relaxed slightly. He had heard this instrument before when he had still belong to the caravan not the Mistress.
Still, it was a bit of an oddity his lady wanted him to learn to play such a thing. The youth shrugged his shoulders, foot tapping slightly as he sat on the shop steps. Perhaps it was just a part of being part of the three red blossoms, though; he had not been inked with the three poppy flowers his kindred wore after they completed training.
Jysayne set the pick down in his lap, deciding to practice the one training exercise he understood and watch the crowd. Information gathering.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 6:37 pm
The serene melody convened with Jaeden's ears as she strode along the street, she turned to look for the source but the music had died off just as quick;y as it had started. She shrugged and kept walking and soon, she came upon a man sitting on the step that led to a shop with a strange looking instrument in his lap,"Where you the one playing?" She asked politely as she gazed down at the man,"It was very lovely." Jaeden added to be extra courteous.
"I wish I could play an instrument, well, I suppose I do play an instrument of a sort but not the kind you'd think." She snickered, touching upon her careeer as an assassin. Often, Jaeden liked to refer to her beloved daggar as an instrument of death because Jaeden was just anomalous.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 6:52 pm
Eyes flickered up to the woman, taking in her diminutive size for a drow and odd amber eyes. His fingers touched the three strings. “Yes, for a few moments,” he admitted politely looking at the instrument in his lap. “I’m not very good,” it still felt awkward to pluck the notes to the simple songs he was to practice.
“Mmmm,” Jysayne said, eyes flickering quickly down the soft wrap like outfit trying to pick out any weaponry his guest might be carrying
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 7:01 pm
"Better than anything I'd be able to play on that...what do you call it?" Jaeden laughed soflty to herself as she sat herself down next to the man ontop of a wooden crate," My name is Jaeden by the way. Just thought i'd be polite and introduce myself." She beamed contentedly as she asphyxiated a soft chuckle ,"And you are?" She asked with a toss of her long cascading hair.
She knew she was probably being rude but it was not very often that Jaeden stopped to make small talk with others, plus it was quite refreshing to socilize once in a while.
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