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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 6:37 pm
The tall, curvy female, Imordana Fi'reth'ul, frowned looking at the odd assortment of worn clothes laying strewn around her quarters. The celebration was getting closer every passing day, and she had nothing to wear that was presentable. This posed a problem. She wasn't about to go to the celebration wearing her old worn clothing while everyone else around her was clothed in beautiful silks and satins. She was going to have to go out and get some new clothing.
She sighed heavily, going for her pouch of coins and counting what she had left. It wasn't a lot, but enough for a simple gown and perhaps a pair of sandals if she was lucky. She dropped the coins back into the pouch, tied it to her belt and grabbed her cowl, pulling it over her head as she made her way out of her quarters. Outside she paused momentarily to strengthen the ward she kept on the door to her quarters.
She wasn't going to take the gamble that the males of House Fi'reth'ul would stay out of her room when she was away. She had taken to laying the spell everyday since she had discovered her brother Gir' branur rifling through her books years before. She had given him a beating for it, but since then had made sure to set up wards on her quarters to prevent intruders. She kept the her more valuable possessions in an empty cave on the outskirts of town, where no one would ever think of looking for a cleric's potions, books and supplies.
She turned to the left, passing large portraits depicting the long deceased members of the House of Fi'reth' ul as well as those of the living ones. She paused for a moment beneath the portrait of herself and her older sisters Jaitra and Andarta, musing over the fact that they had both died trying to kill her. She snorted, shook her head and walked on.
The splendor of the House Fi' reth'ul was offset by the polished floors, windows and furniture which was almost overdone compared to other Houses. This was all thanks to Imordana, since she worked the servants hard cleaning day in and day out to keep the House sparkling from top to bottom. And most times, even the work the servants did wasn't enough for her taste, so she'd end up taking over and cleaning in a fury, attacking anything that had any sort of dusty appearance in the House. She even took the effort and time to rid the spiderwebs of the dust, much to the astonishment of all who watched her. It was one of her major obsessions and could never quite get over it, even when she was in another House.
Imordana paused at the tall double entrance doors and frowned when she saw that the doorknobs were tarnished again. She sighed, took a corner of her cowl, bent over and rubbed the doorknob until the luster was back in the dark metal. She smiled, pleased with herself and opened the door with the corner of her cowl, went through and then closed the door behind her. Then she was off down the stone steps of the House, and out into the streets of Undrek'Thoz.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 3:04 am
Irae'afein walked lightly down the stairs with his staff held tightly in his left hand, his right hand coasting gently over the railing. No one was around when he made it to the bottom so he merely shrugged to himself and headed for the main doors of his house. A soft chant of indiscernable words followed and he watched the runes in the door alight, not at all bothered by the glow. Within seconds the doors opened for him and he too made his way into the city, Undrek'Thoz.
Perhaps he would buy something new; he hadn't been out in quite some time. Right now he was concentrating on looking unintimidated by the slight bustle of Drow. The small crowd on the city streets did have effect on him as far as experiencing the ridiculous effects of claustrophobia. Irae'afein paused in his step and moved surrpetitiously to get away from the stream of people near a booth selling useless trinkets.
No one took note of the light mage; there was a strong, nearly choking spell on him as of now so that light was not visible to anyone he didn't want it to be. This was a good thing, when you basically had a lantern hanging from your staff and it was also a good thing for when he wanted to go out. That was why he had learned to cast the spell, of course. Though Irae'afein was without a doubt very sheltered he'd wanted at least a small level of independence, never mind that the matron of Do'rett would be extremely angry if she found out: he wasn't sure if this anger would be directed at himself completely, but the hellfire would burn someone in the house of Do'rett.
"Mm.." The Drow frowned to the bustle just a few feet away, feeling quite evidentally more comfortable watching from here. The bad thing was that he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to go out among the other Drow again. It wasn't exactly the he feared them; it also had a lot to do with the fact that all of these Drow in one place made him uncomfortable. Bad enough things had occured with the Drow in his own house for him to know.
He sighed, brushing his free hand over the rich silks his kimono was made up of, studying the patterns. It was quite apparent the merchant next to him had noticed as well, for he was now trying to sell Irae'afein his useless goods. The Drow blinked, annoyed at this turn-out and spoke. "Do not think you fool me." He murmured somewhat condescendingly. "I am a Do'rett."
He had used his name because he had been sorely curious to see what would happen. He now watched the other Drow back away fearfully, no doubt from a much lower house. The light mage smiled grimly at this, comforted that he had some protection just in his name on these streets. The Do'retts were not to be tampered with and were apparently known for their vengeance.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 9:16 pm
(((I didn't quite understand about the lantern...can other people see it or not?)))
Imordana joined the small crowd, moving in and around them deftly in an attempt to blend in and become just another body walking around. She had gotten pretty good at it by now, which was pretty much what she did every time she left her House. She hated drawing attention to herself and always felt on edge when out among crowds no matter how big or small they were. It didn't matter who they were, though most drow came from Houses a lot higher than her own, unless they were rogues; other drow made her very paranoid.
Well, save Dra' nafiel. He was an exception. Even though he was now a Mage, he was predictable...almost insanely so. She smirked at the thought that flighted through her mind, and then shook her head as if she were trying to forget about it. She didn't really need to think about THAT at the moment. She had other things to concentrate on, like the crowd which was started to get more congested in the streets the closer she got to the vendor's booths.
The bright red silk kimono of a drow standing in front of a booth stocked with questionable wares drew her attention. The kimono was covered in a beautiful pattern of flowers, and the drow in question was carrying a lantern attached to his staff which intrigued Imordana immensely. What was the reason for the lantern? Decoration of some kind? She shook her head wondering what sort of eccentricities the drow might have and indulge in.
She passed by the booth and was stunned to hear the drow murmur quietly to the vendor, "I am a Do'rett." She went tense with apprehension and avoided him dashing into a nearby booth full of custom dyed silks and satins. She pretended to look over the wares, fingering them carefully while she was blatantly staring past them at the male from the Do'rett House. She had heard of the House, most of the Underdark had at that, and of how every member of the family were powerful mages.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 2:29 pm
Irae'afein remained in the small space he'd been occupying, frowning to a sudden odd feeling; one he wasn't too completely familiar with. Someone was watching him. The Drow felt a small shiver run down his spine and slowly turned, finding himself staring back to a Drowess in a booth full of beautifully dyed silks. Yet why? Why was she staring at him?
Irae'afein looked himself up and down to make sure he didn't look odd or out-of-place but he didn't see a thing wrong. Besides the lantern on his staff, he really wasn't at all strange-looking in any way. He furrowed his brows before marching over to the silk stand and up to the Drowess, ignoring the fact that he was slightly dwarfed.
"What are you staring at?" He questioned, trying to be assertive. It probably wasn't smart to talk to a woman in such a tone, but he felt the need to. He was bothered by the stare; it had been much too apparent.
The mage set his lips into a thin line, rubbing his fingers apprehensively over the worn wood of his staff. He hoped he didn't come off as commanding respect from a woman; he'd merely wanted to know why she was staring at him. His apprehension only came because he did not have a clear knowledge of how things worked on the streets of Undrek'Thoz. The concept of urban community was hard to grasp, never mind that this was his home; it was the outside.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 12:13 pm
Imordana's pulse increased when the Do'rett male looked up and caught her staring at him. She hid her face deeper in her cowl and tried to appear to be shrewdly examining the silks in front of her. She became so intent on "appearing" preoccupied she didn't notice the drow approach her at the stand until it was too late.
"What are you staring at?" He demanded, causing her alarm. She felt her heart go into her throat at the sudden appearance of the assertive drow mage. She looked up at him, in a rather bored way raising an eyebrow and looking him over for a few moments before replying.
"Oh, not much, just some silks. Care to have a look?" She asked, figuring if she bluffed the male might just leave her alone. Although by the looks of him, if he didn't she wouldn't really mind. Some males just begged to be stared at, especially this one. She fought the urge to wet her lips with her tongue as her hormones raced while she stared at his profile.
He was handsome, with long white hair which fell to his waist, as well as finely sculpted features. He wore his long whit hair, pulled back in a sort of topknot while the rest of it fell to his waist. The only thing that other drows might hold against him, would be the fact that one eye was white, most likely blind, while the other was a bright red. Imordana however, didn't really care what shape his eyes might be in, heck she was worse off than him, having no eyes to boast of at all. It was also a plus that he wasn't very much shorter than she was, most drow males tended to be even shorter. Though...there were ways around height differences.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 12:38 pm
Irae'afein gazed to the Drowess, frowning softly. "You were staring at me." He clarified, looking clearly unimpressed. He glanced to the silks, his eyes tracing over the patterns so much like those on his own bright kimono. His closet was filled to the brim with luxurious silks such as this; pretty and over-the-top. He didn't own anything at all subtle.
He observed the woman, but he could not see much of her from where her cowl hid her face. He let a soft sigh escape his lips as he brushed some of his long hair behind his shoulder, awkwardly looking to the many silks in the booth. He wished he'd decided against coming out completely by now; he'd get in trouble if his matron found out and he did not do well with people.
Irae'afein brushed his slender fingers over a royal purple bolt of silk, sprinkled with small designs. He didn't even know why he'd chosen to come over and bother the Drowess before him by now. He couldn't quite remember.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 2:21 pm
Imordana's eyebrows raised beneath her cowl when the drow say through her bluff and looked rather bored. His gaze left her half hidden face to glance over the bright silks while waiting for her to respond.
"Well, how could I help but stare at you? You are quite the looker." Imordana heard herself purr back at him, moving to recline leaning against a nearby table of silks.
After she said it, she mentally smacked herself. Way to go Imordana! You've probably just said the wrong thing! Look at him, he's apparently some high ranking drow in his House and will most likely laugh in your face at your failed attempt to flatter him! By the Gods! How stupid could you be? Inwardly she wished she could disappear into the shadows. She had never spoken so brashly or boldly to a drow in a Higher House before. Why hadn't she thought before she spoke! It seemed that she was beginning to revert to her childish tendencies that had gotten her into trouble countless times. She really needed to get out more, and have actual interaction with others more often. Perhaps more socialization would help her get rid being so brash.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 2:44 pm
Irae'afein arched a well-shaped brow as the Drowess spoke. "Of course." Came his dry murmur as he regarded her with his one functioning eye. He didn't have a clue why the Drowess was trying to flatter him, but it put him on edge. "Flattering words, but I doubt their validity." He murmured, letting dark, throaty laughter escape his lips.
He was becoming strangely more comfortable with himself here. He was not aware that this women knew of his name and he did not intend to mention it again; his mother would be utterly murderous if she ever found out he was going outside of the walls of their house. The dangers that would face him, her precious weapon, were much too immense for him to do something like going out into the city; especially unaccompanied.
He frowned to the merchant eyeing them from the back of the stand and picked up the bolt of purple silk he'd been looking at earlier. The many designs he'd been trying to discern were actually small detailed spiders and their webs. He liked the silk and its design as he did, of course, worship Lloth. "Make me a robe out of this." He commanded the merchant coolly. "And do so quickly. I have not got all day."
Truthfully all he'd really done was buying himself time to linger in the booth, away from the steady stream of Drow.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 3:02 pm
Imordana was battling emotions welling up inside of her. The main one, was anger at his laughing at her, the other one, albeit not as strong was embarrassment. And underneath these emotions was one that was keeping her from lashing out at the drow, confusion. He wasn't anything like what she had expected from a Do'rett.
She had known that the Do'rett family were all mages or magic users of some sort and known for being cold and calculating. Though...from his short sentences thus far, he could be both of those. He did tend to be very flat and to the point, as though he didn't like playing games. And for some strange reason she kept getting a read off of him that he was uneasy about something. Most likely not about her, here she held back a snort. Compared to her abilities as a cleric out of Lloth's favor, his would make hers look like a street entertainer's tricks.
"I'm sorry, I've forgotten to introduce myself. I'm Imordana Fi'reth 'ul, of House Fi'reth 'ul. I apologize for staring, it's not every day one gets to lay eyes on a Do'rett mage." Imordana found herself saying, as she handed a bolt of crimson silk decorated with black gems to the vendor.
"Hold onto that for me." she said in a low voice to the vendor, then turned back to the Do'rett male waiting for some sort of response.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 3:18 pm
Irae'afein looked to the woman as she introduced herself, not really recognizing her house name. He tensed at the fact that she knew his own house. "You were listening to me before, I see." He sighed, slightly annoyed. "As far as you know, I am not a Do'rett." He'd lowered his voice and his words came quickly and urgently. "I expect no further mention of this." He added curtly.
If this woman was wordy then he was certainly in trouble. Voices carried about those in the higher ranked houses of Undrek'Thoz. He rested his hand on a bolt of silk and tapped lightly and apprehensively at it, trying to convince the Drowess with his one good eye not to speak.
He didn't know that she'd listen, but it was certainly worth an attempt. Never mind that he'd just given her something on him. She could likely use it to threaten him, but his magery was powerful. He had ways to prevent such flimsy threats such as those that might occur directly from this situation.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 6:32 pm
Aha! Imordana thought to herself. So he's out when he's not supposed to be. He probably doesn't want word of it to get back to his Matron, that's why he's trying to get me to think he's not a Do'rett.
"Why of course you aren't, as you wish...male." She replied, pulling her cowl further over her face.
The crowd was growing larger around the silk vendor's booth and she didn't want anyone catching sight of her face. Most drow didn't react very well when they saw she was marred physically and treated her with outright violence and hostility. Someone brushed up against her, causing her to stumble forward, her cowl fly back off of her head, revealing her eyeless face to those in front of her.
Imordana snarled, pulling her cowl back over her face and checked her side for her gold pouch. It was still there thankfully, though now she had to face the reactions of the drow around her. She glared through the cowl, her blood boiling with rage. She wished she could get her hands on the damned drow that had caused her to stumble so she could take her anger out on him. The only problem with that is that she didn't see who had done it, but the Mage had.
"Did you see the drow that did that?" She asked, her anger simmering under the low tone she had used.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 3:03 am
Irae grimaced as Imordana reminded him of his gender; he was usually able to ignore it as being more lowly as opposed to a female, but this was no time to worry. He ignored the fact that she seemed to wish to cover her face, not particularly bothered by this as he pretended to assess a few other silks at the stand. Some of the reds were quite beautiful; he might have to inform his mother of this... The light mage shook his head, laughing with a sudden bark of frustration at the thought he'd had. How masochistic of him.
Irae'afien watched Imordana lurch forward, backing up a small bit himself before letting a barely audible gasp escape his lips. No eyes. Eyeless, but not sightless? He supposed it was possible, but... it didn't matter. He glanced to the side, yet again concentrating on the silks instead of on the Drowess in an effort not to somehow provoke her due to his reaction.
"I did not." Came his forced response to her question.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:20 pm
Imordana wasn't amused in the least bit when the male laughed. Her eyebrows narrowed with frustration and anger. She was about to lose it. She tried steadying her breathing to calm herself but no matter what tricks she tried they wouldn't work. Her anger had risen too far to be abated by any sort of management techniques. She needed something to take her anger out on.
When he sharply replied, "I did not.", Imordana felt the anger grow even more. She suspected he wasn't telling the truth, but because she knew he was a mage, it kept her from lashing out at him. She clenched her teeth, keeping a scream of rage at bay. She didn't want to draw the attention of everyone mingling in the booth.
She felt as though she were going to explode from the rage burning in her veins. Perhaps this was what had driven her Matron mad. Trying to hold back all consuming rage. She hoped she was wrong, and that she'd overcome the strange outbursts of rage that seemed to attack her at the strangest of moments.
"Thanks for your help anyways," She retorted and then whirled around to leave instructions for the silk vendor and where he could have the dress delivered to. With her business concluded, she turned to leave the booth.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 2:55 am
The anger of Imordana was clear, but Irae'afein was going to do nothing about it. He watched her give directions to the silk vendor, whom he would have to wait a few for minutes for still, because of his robe. And then she was leaving. The light mage shook his head carelessly, not looking all too effected by the thing that had just taken place. The city would be the city, obviously.
It didn't take long until he got his robe and he took it carefully. Irae braced himself for the crowds before stepping in, finding his way back to his house and slipping in, managing to evade the guards as he made his way to his room. He opened the door, stopping in complete and utter shock. The matron was here.
"Where have you been, Irae'afein?"
[ end role play. <3 ]
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