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For the first collection of years, Ilmxena believed she was just another one of the servants brats. She ran wild through the servants quarters. She fussed whenever she was made to wash and go to bed, she tried to sneak off an extra helping of dessert, and of course she tried to sleep through the daily lessons the other children were made to suffer through. She seemed to have a relatively normal life amongst the servants, and despite her impish tendencies she grew to enjoy lending a hand when she could. Ilmxena took it upon herself at random times to help with the washing of the dishes, or the laundry, or sweeping the floors. While the servants never denied her the responsibilities she asked for, they seemed to never push for her to take up these chores the way they did with all the other children.

As she grew older though, Ilmxena began to take note of some oddness in the manner the servants treated her. For one, many of her childhood playmates were kept busy and away from her. This was fine though, for as the youngster grew older she had a few 'preferred' friends that she had pulled into her own little group. It was no coincidence that the three 'friends' she retained were all males. Boys that were at about her same exact age, and as such she felt quite the important little thing when she determined what games they would play. Her followers, all children of slaves that belonged to the House, seemed more then content to listen to her and indulge her with the encouragement of their parents.

Another odd thing that should have given the girl more caution, was the fact that some of the servants attitudes towards her seemed...less then friendly. As a child she had not noticed this difference in attitude, though as she grew older Ilmxena found at times that some of the servants and their older children viewed her with concealed hostility. Never did it occur to Ilmxena that there could be a reason beyond the normal servants rivalry behind it.

As Ilmxena entered her teen years, new exciting games were discovered for herself and her three male followers. Micarvyr proved to be a sly and canny drow male. He often challenged Ilmxena to games of strategy like Sava with a side bet of gaining a kiss should he beat Ilmxena....he earned a lot of kisses. Lesomph was a male with a frighteningly twisted mind. He was the one whom Ilmxena often had the most trouble with, as he often wanted to take their games too far and would only back down when Ilmxena and the others ganged up on him. She often felt that he would be quite dangerous if he were not outnumbered. Elaugfein was, by far, her favorite out of the trio. He would often say such pretty things to her, and would sneak her extra treats from the kitchen. He was a sneaky charming male that seemed like half the time he was up to something. Over all Ilmxena was proud of her little 'House' as she'd often jest. Oddly though the males never did laugh quite as much as she did and almost seemed...eager....to encourage her.

It was as Ilmxena entered her later teens that she became rudely introduced to the darker aspect of her world and her people. It was a dare by Lesomph that brought them down to the lowest levels of House Baen'duis. The dare was to get as close to the drider pit as one dared. The losers would have to pay up their dessert for that night. It seemed silly and childish to Ilmxena, but at the same time dangerous and exciting. So she agreed. Elaug was the first to surrender. he made it only as far as the entrance of the drider pit before he ran terrified back up the stairs. Micarvyr was the second to surrender, his slender frame shaking as he froze, then bolted at the sound of some strange scratching within the pit. It was only Ilmxena and Lesomph at the last. Walking step by step towards the edge of the pit. He seemed, strangely, unfrightened as they approached. Almost eager really and that did seem weird to Ilmxena. As the came within two steps of the pit, Lesomph turned to Ilmxena and asked her quite bluntly who was her favorite out of the three males.

She laughed at first, softly out of concern for alerting something within the pit to their presence on the ledge. Lesomph's face turned dark though at the laughter, and he reached for her hand. Catching her wrist, he then began to question her about the other two boys. Which one was cuter? Which one did she find more intelligent? Who did she favor? When Ilmxena refused to give him a strait answer, his red eyes darkened. He asked her then, despite her hissed demands to be released so they could finish the game, what she thought of him? Lesomph did not really wit for her answer though. he pulled upon her wrist and stepped in closer to her. Standing nose to nose, he told..no...he demanded that she take him as her male. They were just about adults after all. Another eight years or so and they wouldn't be seen as children anymore. She had exchanged so many kisses with the other two already. Not once had she ever kissed him.

Ilmxena, at this point, was unsettled and began to pry at the hand holding her wrist. Lesomph was, for a teen male, muscular already. And though he was a good two inch's shorter then Ilmxena, he seemed to tower at that moment when he attempted to take a kiss from her. Ilmxena's slap came, ringing loud and sharp in the room. But it effectively halted Lesomph's attempt to kiss her. Ilmxena had, only a brief glimpse of his features before he pushed her. Ugly and twisted with jealous hatred, he thrust her back and over the edge of the pit.

Ilmxena spent a total of eight days in the drider pit when her liberation finally came. She could not recall the face of the drow that pulled her out of the driders nest. Though she did remember the stunned oaths when she stirred and opened her crimson eyes to look at the group of well armed guards. A tall imposing female form stood amid them, with a very dark scowl upon her face. Behind her Ilmxena spied the terrified faces of Elaugh and Micar looking at her. Questions were asked, but she could not manage a coherent answer to them. In her condition she supposed she was fortunate enough to be able to recognize the familiar faces before her.

Her recovery was swift. Once removed from the drider pit and her belly filled with anti-toxins to rid her system of the driders poison she began to show speedy signs of health returning to her. She did not see a single one of the boys that she had once considered her males, and for the time she was content to leave it at that. Though a very troubling question as to why the guard would bother to fetch her from the drider pit hung heavy in her mind. It was Micarvyr that she saw first. The young male appeared one night in her room to speak with her. She suspected that Elaugfein was somewhere near by, watching or listening as Micar questioned her about her ordeal. What happened? How did she survive? Did she really fall? Such was the story Lesomph had spun, claiming that they had gone all the way to the edge of the pit, and just to win it she had edged her toes over the edge, which he followed suit. Only she went too far and lost her balance, thus causing her to fall into the pit. Ilmxena felt a smouldering anger and shame as she thought about Lesomph and his lies. For a few moments she considered telling Micarvyr exactly what had happened, but she suspected that if she did... he and Elaughfein would see to it that Lesomph had a similar experience. Ilmxena did not want that. She wanted to be the one to make him pay for what he had done to her. So it was that Ilmxena remained quiet, claiming she could not remember how she had ended up in the pit. Micarvyr explained to her thought what had happened. After her fall. Lesomph vanished in the House, hiding from the two of them until they finally managed to corner him two days later in a seldom used storeroom. There he told the story of how she fell, and for a day the three remained silent in fear of punishment for her accident. It was only after their parents threatened them with sever lashings that they told the story...and then it seemed many things went Topsy turvy.

Lady Halynda was informed of the event, along with other things that Micarvyr was not privy to. It was she whom had ordered the guards into the pit, and it was by the shreds of her cast off cloths on the floor that they found her by. Since then she had been closely watched by guards as she recovered, and as far as the boys knew the next day she would be transported away. Where was away? Micavyr did not know anything more then that. In desperation he had slunk in to find out the truth before the opportunity was gone and passed for them to avenge her, for they rightly suspected she had not fallen into that pit on her own.

Still, Ilmxena insisted that she could not remember, for she would not have the pleasure of making her betrayer pay be lost to her. True to Micarvyr's words she was bundled up the next day and passed off into the company of some terribly rough looking men. At that point Ilmxena's life became much...much harder. She was expected to work. Honestly work. She was expected to rise early and perform various physical labor tasks that she had never had expected of her before. her body had not suffered too much during her period in the drider pit, but it had definitely lose some of the swiftness that she once possessed. These men, mercenaries it appeared to be, demanded more out of her then she thought she was capable of giving.

At the start, Ilmxena had no particular duty beyond simple mundane tasks. Soon though she began to learn their trade. Armor and weapon care, as well as their use. She found it surprisingly simple, and surprisingly satisfying to take part in. In a matter of months she was being trained by one of the elder members of the troop, and she found herself driven to excel for once in her life. It was the expectation of the others, the way they could look down upon her for failing gave her a reason to try harder. All her life among the servants she had never once felt as if she were lacking if she decided she didn't want to tend to any chores and passed them off to someone else. Now was different...now she would actually get boxed upside the ear if she was smart or too slow... Ilmxena loved it.

What she loved most though was the excitement of stalking her prey. Of pouncing and silently finishing it off before a sound could be made. Ilmxena embraced that training of a velguk wholeheartedly, and kept kindled in her heart a small ember of hatred and revenge lust for Lesomph.

((These spells are loosely based off the Assassin Spells from D&D))

Spell: Critical Strike This spell grants the caster the ability to do a little more damage on her attack.

Spell: Distract Assailant This spell creates a illisionary flicker in the periephial of the casters target, giving them the impression of another attacker coming up behind them,

Spell: Instant Locksmith This spell instantly opens non-magical locks.

Spell: Instant Search This spell relays to the caster immediat knowledge concerning the area covered. IE: Is there a trap present? Is there a hidden door? Is there a specific item in this general area?

Spell: Snipers Shot This spell makes range a moot point when taking a single sneak attack shot. So long as the caster can see her target she can make the shot as easily as if she were in the required range for her dagger or arrow.

Spell: Invisibility Swift The caster is temporarily invisible for a short period of time. The spell can be broken by an attack by the caster.

Spell: Iron Silence Armor that the caster places this spell upon is magically silenced for a short period of time.

Spell: Wraith Strike The casters weapon is temporarily imbued with the ability to harm ghosts and spirits.

Spell: Absorb Weapon This spell allows the caster to absorb a weapon into their body. It remains there until the caster 'draws' it from it's hidden place. The absorbed weapon is non-detectable through mundane means and does no harm to the caster.

Spell: Spectral Weapon The caster creates a quasi-real weapon. The weapon damages as if it were a real weapon.

Spell: Shadow Form The caster moves as silently and fluidly as a shadow. The caster can pass through small objects as well. IE: Tables, chairs, and bars.

Spell: Fire Shuriken This spell summons a shuriken of pure flame to be flung by the caster.

Spell: Ice Dagger This spell summons a shuriken of pure ice to be flung by the caster.

Spell: Heart Ripper This spell instantly kills small creatures by causeing the muscle that is their heart to explode on contact. (Does not work on anything larger then a dog)

Behold and be amazed!...Seriously, be amazed demmit....

Tracking: Ilmxena has become proficiant enough from her trials in the Underdark Wilds to be able to track most prey easily. However, this skill is mostly effective outside of the Underdark Cities.

Alcohol Tolerance: After multiple years on the road, with alcohol binges at every stop and pay day, Xee has become quite familar with the effects of the drink. She is capable of drinking large amounts of alcohol and suffering little in the ways of it's mind altering effects...save for a extreme lightening of her mood and a bit of unsteadyness on her feet.

Pain Tolerance: Xee possesses a high level of pain tolerance. When it comes to personal injury, she is capable of remaining focused on her task and is unlikely to be shocked or otherwise paniced. The drawback to this is that she may take a great deal of damage due to her ability to focus past the pain of her body. She runs the risk of pushing her body past it's physical limits.

Ilmxena's first stage

Won in a raffle, Winning number was 1

Artist: Shosetsu



Ilmxena's second stage

Artist: Shosetsu