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 Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:56 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:57 am
Age 90 ------ Gender Female
Stage Illharess ------- Rank Yathrin
Mate None, yet. Though she's off and on with Dra'nahfiel.
Description
Imordana is on the tall side at six foot one, she's not particularly muscular she's more on the curvaceous side. She has dark coal toned skin, bright ruby lips and long graysih white braids which might remind people of dredlocks. She used to have firey red orange eyes, but lost them several years ago due to a failed cleric task. She wears a leather top which is decorated with rings which hold her spells for easy access. She also weaves these rings into her hair. She carries a sword on her belt, though she only uses it as a last resort. She prefers to wear breeches more than skirts, and will only wear skirts if she's forced to. Most times when out in the Underdark cities she will wear a dark hood or cowl to hide her face from prying eyes.
Personality Imordana's the type of drow that spurs interest. Usually in the wrong way. Since she doesn't have eyes, the others of her kind will openly stare or mutter things about her in passing. This enrages her the most. When her wrath is engaged, those who dispel it don't leave unscathed. Most times she takes comments or degrading looks in stride, however they build up making her anger slowly rise until she seemingly lashes out unexpectedly upon the last person who riles her. It's made her seem very random in her attacks, when she really isn't. She's a very thorough, detail oriented and clear minded drow. When she doesn't give into her anger, her cleverness and maliciousness intentions can cause havoc to those around her.
She also has obsessive compulsive tendencies when it comes to cleaning...she will dust and spit shine everything in sight, but makes sure to keep every web completely intact. She takes every chance to show her zeal and ruthlessness when it comes to pleasing her superiors and her Matron, though any feat she accomplishes isn't enough for the Matron.
Likes
Being able to get back at the people who mock her, or people who belittle her house. Practicing her spells on unsuspecting houseless drow.
Dislikes
Hates when people stare at her face for a long period of time. Or when people openly mock her for her appearance. Males who appear to be "free" from female influence.
Fears
Being out of Lloth's favor for the rest of her life; failing to find a cure for the Matron or counter spell against the spell the Matron placed on her;Not becoming the Matron of the House.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:57 am
 The House of Fi' reth'ul is located in the Eastdark section of Menzoberranzen. The House has fallen on tough times, the Matron d'Maorda Fi' reth'ul is in the last years of her lifespan and deteriortating more and more each passing day. Not to mention the fact that Imordana is the only surviving female of the house, and a major disappointment to the matron. This is due to the fact that early in her training as a cleric, Imordana was entrusted with a part in a mission for Lloth and failed. For punishment, Lloth directed the Sisterhood (?)to have her eyes ripped from her face. However, Lloth made sure that Imordana kept her sight.
Matron d'Maorda punished her Imordana by placing her in a mirrored room and having her tortured and have to witness it from all sides and angles.
At one time the House of Fi' reth'ul had three females and four males to boast about, however Imordana's female siblings succumbed to a poisoner and an assassin of whom no one has ever discovered the backing source of. Of her male siblings, one turned rogue and disappeared never to be seen again, another went to train as a wizard only to be killed by a fellow ambitious colleague. The remaining two male siblings are warriors and follow their ailing mother's commands without a complaint or second thought. They blame Imordana for their mother's ailment, saying her failing at the mission brought disfavor from the goddess and this is the reason why Lloth won't answer the Matron's pleas for healing.
Imordana does what she can, in the back ground to ensure the survival of her house, despite the anger and distrust her family has in her. No matter what she aims to regain the goddess's favor and return the house back to its former glory.
Matron d'Maorda-
Ad' hemar - The eldest boy, he is the war master of the house.
Cha' leuhnn- He was the second eldest, but turned rogue shortly after Imordana lost her eyes and has stayed far away from the House, and the East Dark every since.
Lath'rian- being the third born, he was sacrificed to Lloth at a rather young age, when the Matron was first trying to attain priestess hood.
Caol Muroti - He had quite the affinity towards magic, showing great promise for the house. When he was found dead in his quarters, the Matron was sorely angry and made the other males hunt down the person responsible and catch him. The Matron slowly tortured the murderer before finally killing him. *deceased*
Andarta- First born daughter, was the first priestess to Lloth. deceased
Jaitra- Second daughter, deceased.
Imordana-(her info is already up)
Gir' bran'ur - the youngest boy of the house, he has striven to out manipulate and make his mark so that he would survive and get to where he is.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:01 pm
 Blade: The blade was abandoned by one of her brothers, she found it when she was young and started practicing with it. She's fairly good with it, but not a warrior or anything.
Spelled Rings: She has downgraded to three rings, attached to the base of her braids, as well as a rather ornate ring she now wears on the ring finger of her right hand. They still hold spells for her. She still carries her old spelled rings with her in a pouch attached to her belt in the middle of her back.
Secret Cave: She has kept her cleric supplies, books, spell books, potions and other items that she doesn't want family members to get their hands on in this place. This is also where she normally conducts her scrying, so that her privacy isn't compromised. She created the getaway back when she was rather young, in order to keep her things away from her sisters who "borrowed" items from her without asking. So far, she's only allowed one person inside it's sanctum, Mikaril. She doesn't normally allow anyone inside of it.
Cloak: She still wears a cowl, just not as much as she used to. She's come to accept the fact that she doesn't have eyes and doesn't care who sees her anymore. When she's doing intrigue work however, she will revert to the cowl to keep herself from being identified.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:04 pm
Dra'nahfiel- is Imordana's on and off again lover, but very close confidant. He is one of the few that she entrusts her most guarded secrets to.
Fra' sheda- an old friend of Imordana's, of which I will be making some journal entries about. He is now the owner of her favorite restaurant, a gossip, as well as a good listener. He is the only person that she feels able to confide in and trusts fully.
Gir Imda'rk- probably the only drow Imordana trusts and will show any sort of friendly overtures to.
Mikaril - a thief that Imordana has worked with she will tolerate him because he's good at what he does, as well as notably loyal to those he has jobs with.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 3:35 pm
Painful Memories...
The intense fire like pain that wracked my face and head caused me to scream in agony, as my left eye was ripped out of my face. My body began to spasm from the overload of agony and pain throbbing in the back of my eye socket warm blood seeping out in a slow trickle down the front of my face. the blood gathered in the corner of my mouth before it slowly made its way down my chin to drip on the flowing black cleric robes that I had donned only months before. My mind began to wander back to the circumstances that had lead to this intense bodily torture that I was undergoing under the malicious calculating hands of the head cleric.
We had been watching the seer's bowl for days. Our instructions had been to watch until Lloth appeared in the fetid water, and to then follow her instructions to the letter. The only thing that had been stressed, was that we were to not, ever take our eyes off of the bowl, no matter what. So there we sat, our eyes faithfully on the bowl, watching without taking our eyes off of the bowl. The clerics had come in several times, usually every 5-6 hours to check on us, to make sure no one had fallen off to sleep or wavered from our task. Then they would leave us with whatever we had need of, water, food, and waste buckets.
I don't know, to this day how it happened. All I remember is suddenly getting dizzy. Perhaps one of my fellow adepts slipped some sort of potion into my water, so that I would fail the task and be thrown out of the cleric ranks. I'll never really know. All of a sudden I got ill, horribly ill. I shuddered, clenching my sides, keeping my eyes on the bowl in front of me trying to will the sickness away through meditation. The meditation didn't work, and my body didn't listen to me. All of a sudden I pitched forward and expelled everything from my stomach into the seer's bowl, causing the others in the room to cry out in anger, and pull me back with hard hands. Then I lapsed into blackness.
My actions, though they were beyond my control caused quit a furor of debate over what my punishment should be. After three days of angry debate, ending in several attempts of murder on my life the head priestess emerged from her seclusion and announced that for my crime of defiling the seer's bowl, Lloth had demanded that I forfeit my eyes.
This pronouncement shook me to the core. What good was a blind defiled cleric? I would no doubt be expelled as an adept and never have a chance at ever becoming a priestess or helping my house rise from the lower ranks.
And now, the pain tore through me once more as my right eye followed my left into the waiting hands of a cleric. My mind had a hard time figuring out for a moment how it was possible that I could still see even though my eyes were now halfway across the room and thrown into the flaming sacrifice pyre on the statue that represented Lloth. Then I realized, Lloth may have demanded my eyes as a sacrifice but she never specifically said that my sight was forfeit. She had left me sight as a sign that even though I had fallen out of her favor, that she was giving me a chance to redeem myself. My head still throbbing with pain, I smiled.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:07 pm
Intrigues
As I sit here by candlelight and write this I am struck by two things. One, that I, the lone surviving female daughter of the House Fi'reth 'ul have had to resort to robbing the treasury in order to restore Matron d'Maorda to health, and two that I have had to reconnect with the only drow I have ever been involved with in a romantic nature. Sure so robbing the treasury sounds a bit drastic to you, but believe me if there had been another way I would have done so. And as to Dra', well that was necessary as well. he does still have a soft spot for me and I couldn't help but play off of that.
I'm betting Dra' is desperately trying not to think of me as he is researching counter spells and this disease Lupus for me. Ahh, lovely Dra', with his soft lips, fine physique and beautiful violet eyes is a sight to behold. I could stare at him all day if I wasn't so desperate to right the wrongs the Matron has brought against me.
And now I'm planning, well scheming how to catch d'Maorda off guard and break her hold over me. Fortunately she's been so driven by the madness that's come with the disease that her mind isn't half of what it used to be. If this is my opportune time may Lloth send me a sign that she is in favor of my scheme. If she does not send a sign I will await until the future and make sure d'Maorda survives this disease. That is all for the moment, may Lloth show me favor.
I.F.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:01 pm
Happenings...
My blood goes cold at Dra's words. I can barely believe my bad luck. d'Maorda is dying, with only days left to live without anything that could cure her. If she dies while the bond spell is still in affect, then I will die with her. I feel anger and rage set in. The damn woman! What right did she have to place such a spell on her only surviving daughter? I want to strangle her, killing her slowly watching her die in an agonizing end. It would almost be worth dying with her. Almost.
I manage to ask about a counter spell against the bond spell, through clenched teeth my rage barely abated at what my Matron has done to me.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 2:05 pm
The Cave
As caves go this one wasn't particularly pleasant smelling or in very good condition. It had seen many inhabitants of varying animal species, Imordana guessed that she would be the first drow inhabitant it would ever have. On further inspection she was proved wrong when she found the skull of a drow in the far back of the cave. She slightly shuddered, wondering what fate had befallen the drow that had rested in the cave undiscovered for years...possibly decades of time. She decided not to think about it, its not like she would be able to figure out who it was. The back of her head wondered only half heartedly if it was perhaps her elder brother, the one who had turned Rogue and left the House. Once she examined the skeleton closer did she discern that it had once been a female, which made her stiffen with anger running through her.
She let the anger die down when she realized that there was no way that she would figure out who the female had been or who had murdered her. She went about cleansing the cave, pretty much scouring it by hand with hot steaming water and soap. She stopped when she was about halfway done, and looked over the progress she had made. The back half of the cave gleamed and sparkled from the water, while the front half was still covered in all means of dirt and other vile substances left from the cave's old inhabitants.
She sighed, and cleaned herself up before placing a ward over the cave and retreated for the day. She could only stay out for so long, since she had duties at the temple that she had to get to. If she hadn't been in training, she would have spent the rest of the day scouring the other half of the cave and then relocating her supplies and cleric items that she didn't want messed with.
The whole reason why Imordana had gone out to find a cave for her personal use as well as studying and creating new potions was because her older sisters had been perusing her things, and stealing what they wanted from her belongings. She had dealt with them accordingly, but felt it would be safer to relocate her things away from the home front. Since she wasn't given as large of an allowance as the others, she had opted for a cave on the outskirts of Undrek'thoz instead of renting a room somewhere in the town. At least this way, her privacy and chances of being bothered were to a bare minimum.
She gathered up her belongings, pulled her cloak on over her shoulders and headed out of the cave. At the entrance, she covered it up with stones and then cast a warding spell to keep others out of her newly acquired storeroom. Fortunately she excelled at creating warding spells, or she might have lost possession of the cave to any manner of creatures looking for shelter.
With a nod of satisfaction, she eyed the entrance and then headed off with a very pleased look on her face back to the temple where she was scheduled for several hours of training that afternoon. Soon enough she would be done and then she could continue her work on her new sanctuary away from home. A sanctuary that was much needed.
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Imordana arrived early the next morning at the cave, laden with several boxes of supplies. She hadn't had the chance to get away the afternoon before, thanks to her luckless brain dead brother Gir'bran'ur. He had stupidly caused the House's Guardian to go into a rage. The middle aged gargoyle, Fergus had never gone into any sort of rampage since he had been put into Imordana's care, some years before.
Unfortunately, yesterday when she had been in classes she had been summoned by the Matron to return home. It had been an embarrassment to have to get up in the middle of the training and leave to take care of the problem. Upon her arrival, it had been discovered, much to her utter horror that Gir'bran'ur had disturbed Fergus and caused the gargoyle bodily harm.
It had taken her all that evening to calm the poor creature down, and heal his wounds.
The Matron and her sisters had thoroughly questioned the male and upon deeming his actions as malicious and unruly, he had been punished. Of course, not as hard or as seriously as Imordana would have. Of course not, her sisters didn't see any reason why Gir'bran'ur should be punished more than getting a few lashes on his backside. It had gotten Imordana's guile up in arms about the whole matter.
If it had been one of their pets, they would have dwelt with Gir'bran'ur in a much more severe manner. But since it was a creature in her care, they put half of the blame on her for not training it properly. Imordana had almost lost her temper then and cursed her sisters, but wisely kept her mouth shut. She had seen the look in her Matron's eyes, when she had been about to object and figured that there would be more consequences that would occur from her wrath as well.
And that's precisely what had happened. The Matron had confined Gir'bran'ur to his quarters and the House, until he went off to be trained as a warrior at the local school in Undrek'Thoz. It was unfortunate, that his training didn't begin for another month and a half. The look of shock, and utter hatred at her had been priceless. Of course, now she had a better chance at getting all her things out of the House and into her cave because Gir'bran'ur wouldn't be able to follow her. It was actually a lucky break for her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 3:15 pm
My Musings About Gir
The most unusual thing happened the other day. I was at the time, waiting to meet with Dra' in the market, of course he was late as usual. When I pretty much gave up on his showing, I was pleasantly surprised and very highly amused by the colorful almost eccentric acting young drow that entered the marketplace. Of course, he pretty much stuck out like a sore thumb, what with everyone wearing muted colors, and his being bright and bold.
I was nearly choked when a huge near 8 foot tall drow ran into him and took affront by it. I thought the behemoth would destroy the small weird looking drow in front of him, and wasn't very surprised when he drew out his sword and went to slice him. However, it was both shocking and stunning to see the drow laugh at it, as both halves began to dance and ramble around the marketplace as if nothing had happened. And then the two halves went back together and the small drow laughed, rather childishly, and pushed the warrior into two pieces.
The horror on the behemoth's face was highly amusing. I almost loosed the laugh building up in my stomach but was able to keep it inside at seeing the horror and chaos that was occurring in the marketplace around me. After the behemoth ran out of the marketplace, with his "tail" between his legs along with the majority of the other drow, did I approach the drow that had caused the hilarity and chaos.
I was rather surprised, how childish the drow acted to my questions. I couldn't help but feel pity for the small drow, he had apparently been a victim of a House nurse. It seems it goes without saying among the Matrons and their nurses, to drop the males whenever there is chance to. That way, the Matrons won't have to deal with them and can get the male's destroyed because they go mad or insane. It made me sad to see the product of such an act, and rather thankful that I had never had to worry about being dropped.
I figured since the drow had no home or real job opportunities that it would be possible to bring him under my employ. An illusionist can come in quite handy, especially in a House where a Matron is going insane. Perhaps with the help of the drow, I would be able to convince her that she had died. Or who knows, maybe he would serve me better as a distraction for my brothers. The Gods know how paranoid they've become of my intentions for the House, and the Matron. As it is, it's wise of them to be paranoid and suspicious, because I do intend to destroy the Matron when I can get rid of the damned bond spell she's put on me. However, enough talk of them and my plans, let's get back to this discussion of Gir.
In the conversation that ensued after enticing him to reconvene with a bag of candy, and moving into an abandoned building to discuss my plans of employing him, something strange began to happen to me. I began to feel..possessive as well as protective of the small childlike illusionist who was so trusting of me. For some reason, I felt I was almost betraying him by bringing him into a House of intrigue and dangerous games. He would almost be defenseless against anyone who could attack him during the night or outright with weapons.
My biggest concern was that my brother Gir'bran'ur would kill him at his first opportunity. However, his reactions to the behemoth earlier convinced me that he wouldn't be completely helpless or hapless against attacks. If I had felt any other way, I might have simply found him a place to stay that was safe and left him. He had somehow survived this long on the streets, he probably would be able to continue to do so.
And so, the decision made, I brought him home under my protection and in my employ. He seemed rather happy with the whole idea. Skipping, and half humming the entire way to the House. He was even more enchanted with the House guardian, Fergis the Gargoyle. When Fergis didn't seem to mind him or show any signs of attacking, I knew I had picked the right illusionist. Fergus after all, was an excellent judge of character. He had after all, practically torn Gir'bran'ur to pieces years before when he had been harmed by my demented brother. I still wish to this day that he had succeeded in destroying Gir'bran'ur, then I wouldn't have had to deal with him all these years.
Yes, Gir shall be an excellent addition to the House for now. I hope he is able to aid me in some way, though I'd be happy enough for him to make Ad'hemar's and Gir'bran'ur's lives a living hell for the next couple of weeks while I'm working on things. That shall be something worth seeing.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 2:28 pm
A Rather Delightful Day
Today was a wondrous day! After giving into my whims and spending a good couple of hours in a bathhouse, partaking of all it had to offer I was very relaxed, not to mention in much better spirits. Being in such good spirits I couldn't help but continue down memory lane and stopped by Fra'shedae's restaurant, which with my help he was able to win from his master in a long game of Sutek. Not only did he win the restaurant, but his freedom as well. The fellow was quite the horror, in the way he treated Fra'shedae.
(need to find the correct name for their chess game)
MORE TO COME
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 2:03 pm
I was rather amused, and slightly delighted today when I came across some of the old letters that Dra' sent me after our first meeting.
It probably comes to some surprise to you dear diary, that Dra' and I didn't become lovers until after writing to each other a good long time. Probably about a year or so.
I had been cleaning up my quarters and came across my old hiding spot behind dresser drawers. Up until then, I had forgotten that I had left the letters there and hadn't touched them in ages. I pulled out the dusty old box, wiped off a good three inches of dust off of it, and then opened it.
The inside of the box smelled like Dra's cologne. The smell was enough to cause me to reel from the memories of our nights together. And make me long for a repeat of those nights. I would have to wait however, until the appointed night that we had set up a few days earlier. The waiting...while it was a rather frustrating thing for me, was also a good thing. It would build up the longing...and lusting so that when we did meet, the result would be that much sweeter.
With a longing sigh, I slipped the first letter out, and unraveled it. The fine elegantly written words popped off the page, as my eyes skimmed over it.
Ah..this letter!
One of my favorites!
My dearest 'Dana, how I long for you.
How I wish for your embrace. These cold nights in the drafty rooms have made me long for the warmth and fire of your body against mine. To hear the gentle sound of your breathing, as you sleep against me is my fondest wish.
Though we are but two souls in this pit of dreary deceit and malicious intent, our love will survive. Our hearts, our souls will be one.
With all my love, with all my soul, I leave thee oh beautiful one.
Your dearest ever faithful, Dra'
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 2:26 pm
Ah...young love. Sometimes looking back at it causes me to snort at our foolish thoughts of actually having a life together. We were deluded, and very childish...wanting things that never happened (as far as I know) in the world of the Underdark society. I suppose the years following our time together we grew up and grew apart. Well...not very far apart. Seeing as we had made plans for a rendezvous in the near future.
Maybe it was the past that drew us back together. Maybe it was a force outside of us that was doing it. I didn't really know, and I really didn't care. Dra' has always...been the one individual that has ever truly cared for me and looked out for me. I don't really care to analyze why this is, i will stoically accept it for face value. If he does have ulterior motives, I have no incline to them. I don't think that I would actually want to know if he did.
I know, I know. That's completely out of character for a drow. Especially a female one at that. We're bred to never really trust anyone, but in reality...I think Dra and I trust each other explicitly. If my I had not fallen from Lloth's favor in such a public way, I believe that Dra and I would never have parted ways.
I understand why he had to leave, he didn't even have to explain..though bless him he did. It was mainly because of politics. He was apprenticed to a great mage, and if his master had found out that Dra was associated with me he would have dropped Dra. Dra really didn't need that to happen. His gaining a patron and backing funds for the magic school had been a miracle in itself. He wasn't about to endanger or cause him to loose his backing when he had been halfway finished with schooling.
I fully see the logical thinking in his actions. If he had been dropped, he never would have found a good posting or House in which to serve. He'd have been reduced to working for the lower Houses, and doing spells that weren't really in demand. Besides, his continuing on has actually helped me.
He's now in the position to pass spells to me, as well as help me finish this plan of mine. A plan that I have been plotting since before Lloth took my eyes and I was reduced to the lowest standing in my House. Which..was little better than the servant that cleans out the chamber pots.
It's actually amazing to me that Dra' still sees me as beautiful and even worth his time. I know...we females usually don't admit to such things and it's out of character...yada yada yada. But when you examine everything I've had to go through, and everything I've been struggling for over the many years, and compare it to where Dra has risen in his world, you would understand why I saw this. He's actually doing better than I am...at least to the outside eye. No one knows it yet, but with one fell swoop here, I will have destroyed the bonding spell, upturned the heavy ruling hand of the Matron, and gained the title of the head of the House.
Oh such a glorious day it will be. I can see it now. The Matron dead, buried and my simpering brain dead brothers paying me homage while I'm accepting the title of Matron. Dra will certainly want to be there watching with a wide grin and congratulations on his lips.
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