This RP is private, but yet fairly open. Me and Lolli have been plotting and many of characters shalt show up in this epic tale. I have talked to some others, and others will be invited when the time for their characters arrive. To join this epic tale, please PM either me or Lolli with who you want to involve, and include a little bit about your goals for the said drow.
Thank you!
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Lira was a proud member of the 15th house of the Westdark. House Vic. Lira was a proud member in all the ways that a drow could be considered "proud." She was in know way devoted to them more than she had to be for their protection. Lira was not a Vic herself, she was the daughter of one of teh chamber maids, or maybe it was a guard, or perhaps she was the daughter of the one the house just randomly sacrificed to Lloth, making her father the very drider that she feared the most. No one remembered, no one really cared. Lira didn't care. She didn't have much of a heart these days.
Lira was sure the matron of this... house... knew how Lira felt. Lira was often sent out to do jobs for the house that should have killed her. But she refused to be killed off. She was to die by her house, let them be the one that runs the dagger through her back. Let each one give the dagger a twist, then she will die gracefully, as the house will finally show her they had balls enough to look at her as she died.
Perhaps her current task, to kill a member of the Barri'Neld house, she knew that she meant to die. Her mark was a guard of the house. The house higher ranked than her own. If she kills the man and the house wants to retaliate, what a better way to call for a truce than to feed the killer to the opposing house? She was royally screwed, but she was always one step ahead of her matron, or perhaps it was the light, however dark it may cast, of Lloth that shined on her. Lira didn't believe in coincidence, she believed in destiny.
She had been staking out the house of Barri'Neld for a few days now. She was watching how and when her mark, Mourner, walked his rounds, took breaks, when he came out, to learn where he was at all times. Tonight was the night. She was a necromancer, it should not be hard for her to kill him. She was a necromancer. She had fueled her darkarts by repeatedly practicing them, so that she could not easily be detected. She could slice him to pieces, she could drain his life. All of which she could do from a distance.
He should be walking along her path soon. So she waited. But he had not shown. He always came by at this time, but he was late. Did his matron ask him to do something else? No, he had always come this way. Lira made sure of it. She didn't realize the danger she was in. The second he was late she should have turned tail and ran. Left... escaped. Get out while their was still time. But destiny had other plans for our dear Lira.
