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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:05 pm
Micarreth  ~~~ Current ~~~ Micarreth has begun to apply himself more devotedly to becoming an assassin. While he favors useing his blade and indulging in bloodletting, Micarreth is heavily into Poisons and their creation. He currently has turned his study into a laboratory to practice distilling poisons and testing their effects out on anything unfortunate enough to be dragged in there by him. Micarreth has taken up the practice of torture as well. He has opened a long unused section of the Barrith dungeons and practices with what items he has uncovered there. By this means Micarreths Blood Madness has evolved to a more depraved level. Bloodletting and the infliction of pain have become highly addictive to the youger Barrith, taking on a sexual sensation for him that has led to a disturbing torture session. Micarreth is not at ease with this development, and in an attempt to circumvent any other such episode he strictly practices on males only. Micarreth has been informed by Burryna he has fathered a child with her. He is still much a young child himself in some ways and he swings between excited bouts of expectation and angsty resentment over her development. With the presence of Tri-No in House barrith, Micarreth has become highly uneasy and agitated. he has taken to skipping dinner meals and locks himself away in his room or dungeon when he is not visiting with Tal for magical lessons. Other Drow Yousei OwnsIlmxena BaenDuis Yallinda Scythra Mas Daun Barrith Divintra DoGhym Ujool Kyil Micarreth Barrith Ryn DoAfin Zerkxeiz Xexsis Szinaun Kenana Nuumia Vuzril Barrith Shyntral Valindia Xunner Drizdyn Ilmindia Barrith Riknolu Felyn'na Tsabaghar
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:15 pm
~~~ History ~~~ The fact Micarreth was born at all was a miricle in and of itself. His mother was already well on in her years, and it was generally assumed that at her age she would be unable to bare any more offspring. miccaeth proved these thoughts untrue. Though his birth was in fact a blessing, the fact he was born a male was a sour dissappointment. House Barrith would have no daughters and Micarreth would indeed be the last. Micarreth was born far too late to know of the time of his brothers youth. In fact his brother had a good 100 or so years on him already. As a toddler he had admireed his elder brother, often playing in Mas' room when his nursemaid was busy elsewhere. In the seclusion of Mas' chambers, the boys had what could almost have been called a fond relationship. This changed in due time as Mica grew older and began to learn the embittered ways of drow society. Mas fell in his eyes, from a admireable elder brother, to a weak willed cowardly creature who hid in his chambers from the world. As Mica entered into adolescence, he began to exhibit a far more ruthless and bloodthirsty nature then his elder sibling, gaining him high approval within the walls of his own House. On many occassions Mica would join the Weapons master for nightly tales of stealthy battles and raids to the surface where the House gained a great deal of it's wealth. These tales only inspired Mica to become a more ruthless, and hence more successful, male drow. With the addition of Quavvira to the household, Mica has found himself frustrated. He has watched as the would be daughter of his mother has pursued Mas to the point of embaressment. His elder brothers refusal to bow to the females wish's sickens Mica, as it is only right that the future Matron of the house recieves exactly what she wants. Yet worse of all, is the fact that Mica, in his own mind, is a far more worthy male for the female to invest her interest in. The lack of acknowledgement by Quavv frustrates the young man, and though he has often toyed with the idea of removing his brother permantly, he is uncertain how his Matron would respond. In the entierty of his life, never once has Matron Barrith had himself or Mas whipped for any misdeed. However, when it is the old crone finally passes on, Micarreth has given a great deal of thought as to his standing in the family and just what would benefit him greatest. Should he fail to achive a position of respoect through his current training as a rouge, he plans to attempt to remove his brother and Quavvira from his path, and become the only Barrith remaining with the entier family fortune at his disposal. He may not be able to hold onto the rank of House, but with as much wealth as the Barrith vault holds he is certain he can make a very rich mercenary House.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:16 pm
Micarreth's Loot, Stash, and Aquaintences Loot These are items that Micarreth has picked up in the Underdark over the course of his life. They tend to be items that he keeps hidden under a loose flagstone under his bed. Anti-Magic Ring: Micarreth was hired to steeal this ring from a mage in order to set up his death. Successful in it's theft, Micarreth has kept the ring for a single future use, after which the ring will disintegrate unfortunatly. Stash These are items that Micarreth commonly carries with him. Whether they are visable or not it is a good move to consider these on him at all times. Micarreth carries three different types of Drow Poisons. Darksteel Dagger : Micarreths dagger of choice. It's blade is slender and the ornate hilt is decorated with a single dark garnet gemstone. It currently has no enchantments other then it's natrual abilities. Darksteel Sword : Micarreths sword of choice. It's blade is slender and curved like a scimitar. It's ornate hilt is decorated with a dark garnet gemstone in a matching fashion to his dagger. It currently has no additional enchantments other then it's metals natural abilities. Anti-Toxin (Vial) : This very prescious liquid is a highly effective cure against all but magical poisons. Only the strongest most lethal types of poisons resist it's cureing power, though the imbiber will only be rendered extremely sick rather then dieing. This fluid is stored in a slender purple metal that is one finger length in height and 8 millimeters in width. It is stored in a specially sewn pocket inside Micarreths left sleeve. Healing Potion (Light)-(Vial) : This prescious potion is a pale blue color and glows slightly. It is contained within a slender blue metal vial. It is one finger length in height and roughly 8 millimeters in width. It has enough potion to heal minor wounds and slow bleeding from major wounds. Blowgun : This item is a very slender six inch metal tub that is often rolled into the fold of Mica's scarf that is wrapped about his waist. It is non-magical and a dull black color. It can be unscrewed at the middle into two three inch lengths of pipe. Dart Pouch : This pouch is made of soft rothe hide and large enough to fit three small darts side by side. It is tucked into a inner pocket of Micarreths shirt down near his waist. It is only two finger lengths wide. Khaless Poison Dart (Sleep Dart) This single dart is capped with hardened wax to keep from accidently poking through it's pouch and into Mica. It is Blue in color. Belbol d'Elghinn Poison Dart (Quick Deadly) This single dart is capped with hardened wax to keep from accidently poking through it's pouch and into Mica. It is Red in color. Rathrae Dos Poison Dart (Paralyzation) This single dart is capped with hardened wax to keep from accidently poking through it's pouch and into Mica. It is Yellow in color. Aquaintices: These are fellow drow that Micarreth has met that haven't killed him yet... Burryna: By a chance meeting in the market place, Micarreths youthful fantasy of having a female that he get's to be a bit bossy in private with has been fulfilled. With her position as a Daughter of a very high house, his ambitious appitite has been whet. He has struck a bargain with her to become her eventual Patron. He is already aware that Burryna has a possessive nature, so his desire to... get to know other females has been dampened out of fear of loseing his chance of becoming a Higher ranking Nobleman and becoming a Patron. With the knowledge that she is carrying his child, Micarreth finds himself quite confused. While he is quite exstatic over the prospect of already fathering a child, he is sick with worry that it might be a son rather then a daughter. Which he believes would end his chance at Patronship and cost him everything he desires before he has a chance to claim it. Taliesin: A mage that Micarreth happily chanced across in a bar. At first he attempted to scam the mage and make off with a extremely powerful magical item. His plan failed miserably due to his inexperience, though the mage did not take his life as a result. While Micarreth secretly worries that he might be playing with something a little too dangerouse with Taliesin, he can not help but continue to search for a way to manipulate the mage on the off chance he may need aid in getting rid of a certain female should things turn dangerouse for him. In the mean time, he has struck a bargain with the mage. He will teach Taliesin about various poisons that he has become knowledgeable of, and in return Taliesin will educate him more about magic, and teach him a varity of special Velguk spells that he knows of. Rak'Neer: A warrior that Micarreth met during one of his tavern visits. After getting him completely inebriated, Micarreth convinced him to agree to work for him, and arranged for a false charge of insult to be sent to his own House. Micarreth sent a substantial amount of gold to 'purchase' Rak'Neer from his house under the pretense of wishing to properly punish him for the 'insult'. Micarreth had temporarily intended on using this drow as a body double when carrying out his assassinations...however after slipping the drunk drow into his brothers bed for a lark, Rak'Neer has vanished. Presumably P'O'ed at Micarreth. Not that he gives a damn. Triel'aun: -RP in Progress- Imrak: A bloody freaking JUDICATOR! Micarreth crossed paths, and words, and sharp tempers with the drow after a successful training exersize in a back ally. However, Micarreths disrespectful ways led to the Judicator attacking, and effectively kicking his little black a**. It was only by a fluke that he parted ways alive and whole, something that stings Micarreths pride. He'd rather have ended up dead from the encounter then to be saved by his attacker being called off to break up a damn bar fight. Valin: Micarreth only met this drow briefly at a dinner in House Barrith. She frustrated him greatly with her mists and Micarreth was more then happy to see the slightly intimidating female mage leave the premisis.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:18 pm
The Photo Gallery  Micarreths first stage. Drawn and colored by Gabe Ragnarok. Won in a Flatsale.  Micarreths second stage. Drawn and colored by Shosetsu.  Micarreths final stage. Drawn and colored by Shosetsu.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:29 pm
A Training Solo of Micarreth Micarreth came to a quick stop. He was breathing heavily, sweat soaked his hair, plastering it to the sides of his face as he faced off against his opponent, Sarriz. He never would have pinned the thin scrappy boy for someone who could be so quick. Already Mica's clothing was torn and soaked in small areas with blood. Yet he had not called for a end of the match. His amber eyes narrowed at the boy. Mica had not yet managed to score a single hit on the boy. He moved with the fluidity of a spider silk strand, and seemed more then capable of altering his direction with a single twist. Three times already Mica should have struck, and each time the boy had managed to turn away, or deflect the blow. Mica inhaled in deep ragged breaths, while Sarriz merely looked relaxed. His red eyes almost looked...lazy. he didn't look like he was focusing on this at all! That b*****d! Mica gritted his teeth together tightly as he began to edge around the boy. He needed to at least hit the damn boy.
The rules had been the same as their first test. No rules. Off to the side sat the Teacher with the female student. Zerithia. Mica for once found himself able to concentrate more on his lesson and less on her a** and breasts since they had first started together. He wasn't certain but he suspected that seemed to bother her some. Then again. Mica wasn't all that proficient in 'reading females' so he could have been wrong. Still, it was a good thing for him. If he had not been as focused as he had been this lesson would have been over relatively quickly.Perhaps -that- is what was annoying Zerithia. He was holding on longer against her pet then either of them thought he should have. Mica was not content to be the worst pupil anymore.
Flipping his dagger in his palm to hold the blade closer to his arm, Mica charged at Sarriz. He was tired. Exhausted and hurt. He could feel the sting of sweat in his opened wounds. Sarriz moved just as Mica had expected him to. With the grace of a dancer he easily avoided Mica's charge, and he equally avoided the backhand slash Mica made as he turned to follow. What Sarriz did not expect, and this was all that Mica was hoping for, was the desperate action that followed. Mica just threw himself at the boy. A full out of control bodily tumble that caught Sarriz by mild surprise. Mica had completely given up his control and balance for a single wild act of chaotic limb flailing.
And by Lloth it worked. Sarriz tripped over Mica's legs. The thin boy falling hard as Mica scrambled to regain his feet. Of course so was Sarriz. For all sakes and purposes Mica was certain his 'attack' looked more like an accidental trip that had knocked both of the boys over. Sarriz was quicker then Mica in rising. Mica knew this would be the case because Sarriz wasn't nearly as tired as Mica was. As Mica rolled to his side, he flipped the dagger in his hand once more, holding the point out, he blindly thrust it upwards.
Mica was both rewarded and stunned by the result. Sarriz had leapt at him, seeking to finish the match as Mica seemed to be completely vulnerable. Mica expected this. As he had also expected the painful thrust of the blade into his chest. But Sarriz had not expected Mica to blindly point his blade upwards and had unwittingly stabbed himself on it's slender tip.
"You lose." Sarriz hissed painfully as he straddled Mica's body. Blood was already flecking over Mica's teeth and lips as he breathed deeply. Yet...Micarreth had a wide manic grin on his lips that shook Sarriz a little. "Why...are you smiling..Your dead." Sarriz huffed painfully. "I hit you in...vital place..."
"Naw." Mica forced himself to reply through the pain. "Only hit...a lung...got another one you know."
A pair of approching footsteps made both boys look up at their teacher. The relaxed looking male looked down at the two boys with a lazy interest.
"Sarriz wins. His blade struck in a more vital place. Micarreth's blade struck lower in the intestine." The instructer ruled. Sarriz only had a few more heartbeats to enjoy his victory before his eyes widened. Micarreths wide grin had not faltered in the least. Even as Sarriz released his hand on the blade in Mica's chest and rolled off to grip at his stomach. Mica still held his dagger as he pushed himself painfully into a half sitting position.
"What is this!?" Zerithia hissed as she fell to a knee beside Sarriz. She grabbed hold of Sarriz's shoulders as the boy began to curl into a ball of agony.
"That..would be the poison." Mica responded as he began to gently withdraw the dagger from his chest. It hurt like a b***h of a b*****d. Sliding the slim blade from the blod soaked cloth over his chest, Mica reached into one of his pockets to produce a slender metal vial. Zerithia snapped her head towards Mica as he uncorked the top and reached for it. Mica however held it away, and gave her a sadistic little wink. "This is for me. I'm sure a prepared student would have some anti-toxin on him somewhere." Blood flecked each word Mica spoke....yet he could not resist making the jab still wounded. Once spoken though, he up ended the healing potion and quickly downed it.
"I suppose I judged too hastily. Micarreth wins this match." The teacher chuckled softly from above his three students. Zerithia was too busy searching Sarriz's pockets for some sort of anti-toxin, though she wasn't too busy looking not to shoot a ugly look at Mica as he released a blood and pain free sigh. It felt good having the healing potion mend his wounds, but it felt even better hearing the painful whimpers of Sarriz as the poison effected him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:53 pm
Micarreth Solo Quavvira left the House of Barrith less often then Micarreth had realized. Attempting to shadow the female proved not only difficult, but frustrating for the young male. He had at least hoped to come across something interesting about her. A habit, good or bad. Perhaps a flaw or better even, a weakness. All he found out was she was bloody well obsessed with Mas D'aun.
It was, perhaps, this more then anything else that aggrivated the young male. His elder brother had no attributes that Mica could validate so much interest and time being invested in hunting him down. Mica had lost track of how many times he had left off his stalking in utter disgust for the female's single minded pursuit. She could have at least wasted some of that time on -him-. Wasn't he the better male of the two? He possessed a strong will, a strong stomach. He was fitter then his brother, and far more ruthless! Mica would accomplish his goal no matter what. Mas D'aun would whimper like a fairy babe and cower if he ever had to face a true threat.
Micarreths only comfort was the warm knowledge that Quavvira would soon be sent to the SPider Queen for judgement. Oh, he was positive the female would be found lacking. That was what made him smile as he watched the fool woman preparing to try and trap mas D'aun once more in a stupid attempt to seduce him. Hadn't she already learned? Mas D'aun only liked male companions. or rather he would have liked a male companion. Micarreth wasn't positive , but he was damn near certain that his elder brother was still a virgin. Just another bit of proof that Mica was the better male in the family.
Thankfully Mica's persistance, despite his loathing, won him a small victory. Quavvira finally left the Barrith grounds. He had to admitt, he was grateful that she had finally though of something other then his brother to do. Quavv had left the House swathed in a basic brown robe, a scarf covered the lower half of her face. She was hiding, that was for certain, but Mica couldn't understand why. Perhaps she had more enemies out on the street then Barrith had realized when she picked the girl up? That would explain why Quavv very rarely left the House. If she was afraid for her life then the girl had a very good reason to hide behind the strong gates of Barrith.
Quavv moved through the crowd with a ease that Mica attempted to mimic. She was quite...nimble. More then once Mica lost sight of her, and he had to fight down the surge of agitation that came each time. he managed to keep himself calm, and after taking a moment to briefly search the crowd he managed to catch a glimpse of Quavv further away. There was something to be said for the color of clothing she had selected. She was less conspicious in the dull colored clothing. Mica considered his own choice of clothing color. The brilliant crimson of his scarf and he dark red of his outfit. Personally he liked his clothing, it was stylish and he felt a little daring. In retrospect, Mica knew that if he wanted to continue wearing the bright flashing colors and obtain a respectable if not feared reputation, he would have to become one of the best skilled assassins possible. Or he'd have to change to dull ugly clothing like the outfit Quavv was currently wearing.
THOK
During Mica's musing, and his continued following of Quavvira, she had slipped around a corner and into an ally. Mica of course followed her. Turning the corner and creeping silently down the narrow gap. That was until a wooden club flicked out around a corner of a building that was a bit larger the the rest of the ally. Mica took the blow directly between the eyes. He hit the ground flat on his back. Bright white lights blinded him. A foot, clad in heavy leather, came down on his throat firmly. Pressure was quickly applied, forcing Mica's head to tilt back in an attempt to open the passageway for air.
"And just what do you think your doing Micarreth Barrith?" Quavviras scornful voice asked from above him. As Mica's sight cleared, he could look up the length of Quavviras leather clad leg and to her haughty face glaring down at him. In one hand she held a billy club. Assumably the object she had hit him with. In the other hand she held a short spear, it's tip pointed uncomfortably right at Mica's face.
"I" Mica gasped in an attempt to speak. Quavvira pushed down on his throat more firmly. Completely cutting off his ability to speak. Mica lifted his hands, grasping at Quavv's ankle in an attempt to lighten the pressure upon his neck. Quavv responded by stabbing down with her short spear. With his throat closed off, Mica could not even gasp at the pain that came as the sharp metal tip of the spear tore through the skin on his left cheekbone. Blood quickly began to dribble out, trailing down and to his ear as the female hissed.
"Do you dare touch me male?" Micarreth quickly dropped his hands from Quavvira's ankle. The female did not ease off of his throat though. Mica's fingers twitched at his side. Tempted and desperatly desireing to grab the ankle at his throat and twist it till it snapped. Yet he did not. He dared not. Quavvira seemed to take a dark delight in watching Mica's eyes unfocus, his lips part in soundless and breathless gasps.
"You have been following me Micarreth. Rather poorly too I should say. Now whatever is so interesting about me that you must try and shadow my every step?" Quavv purred down at the slowly suffocating male. Mica dug his fingers into the stone to keep them from shaking. His sight was darkening and he felt a great pain in his chest. Quavv gently eased her foot up, though did not remove it. As Mica's air passage was once more opened, he inhaled a desperate breath. Quavv had not removed her foot from his neck yet and she pivioted the the heel so the toe end of her boot rubbed against Mica's cheek.
Inwardly he riled and raged. The light was returning to his eyes with each shallowly inhaled breath and that light was of a unconcealed anger. Quavv was either ignorant of this mask of anger on Mica's face, or she was greatly enjoying it. Judging by the unpleasent sneer upon her face, Mica assumed it was the latter.
"Well male? Shall you answer me?" Quavv prodded Mica with both her words, and her foot. She seemed to take a great a great deal of satisfaction of rubbing her boot sole over Mica's face and leaving scuffed marks of mud in it's passing.
"I thought it would be unwise for the future matron of my House to be wandering about on her own." Mica began to respond. Quavv's foot slipped back to Micarreths throat and once again she applied enough force to close the pipe off. Mica, having barely recovered his breath from the first time, began to shake. Quavv kept her foot in place till Mica's chest began to arch with desperate need for air. In a single fluid movement she slipped her foot from his neck, and fell to her knees on either side of Mica's torso. With his arms to each side, she sat firmly and squarely on his belly. His hands were quite effectively pinned to his sides.
Quavv leaned fowards, the tip of her bloodied spear brought before Mica's face dangerousely close to his left eye. "You lie." She hissed in a soft breath. Mica was too winded to be able to do anything more then gasp quick deep breaths. His eyes fixed on the hovering spear tip. "I've seen you following me about the House. I've seen the look of frustration and hatred in your eyes when you gaze at your brother. You aren't following me out of loyalty to your House. Little worm." Quavv seemed to almost be taunting him with her words. Slowly he shifted his gaze from the spear and to her face. Quavv had a rather self satisfied expression.
"You followed me because you want me. Stupid male. You thought you'd be able to sneak up on me didn't you? Perhaps get a glimpse of what I've denied you? Hmmm?" She continued to taunt as she leaned closer to his bleeding and dirt smudged face. Quavv set her spear to the side to free her hand. Mica was conflicted with uncertaintly as he felt the woman on top of him begin to stroke his lips with her fingertips. Brushing against them, she seemed to be removing any traces of dirt as she continued speaking. "There is something to be said for the hot blood of youth. You really are very young aren't you Micarreth? Not even a hundred years yet correct? Inexperienced...I'll bet you haven't seen a woman completely naked yet have you?"
Oh if only she knew. Mica choose to remain silent however. His amber eyes staring into the crimson of Quavvs even as she leaned forwards and pressed her lips firmly to his own. Mica did not move as Quavvira kissed him. her lips fitted forcibly to his own, and her tongue forced his teeth open with a small amount of resistance on his part. He stiffened slightly at the harsh and unenjoyable kiss was forced upon him. He felt Quavv sucking upon his bottom lip, and shortly after there followed a sharp pain. Quavvs teeth bit into his bottom lip, filling his mouth with his own blood. She pulled her lips away, and spat into his face. Splattering it with a mixture of saliva and his own blood. Mica flinched his eyes closed, and due to this he missed what happened next.
All he was aware of was a blinding flash of pain. A sharp light that seemed to flare upon his right temple with such force it dizzied him. Quavv held her club firmly as she brought it down upon Mica's skull. The first resonding crack of bone and wood meeting caused the female to grin with more satisfaction then the first time she had struck the young man. She did not grant Mica much time to recover from the first strike before she landed another blow on the opposite side of his head. Her look of satisfaction grew as she continued to land unhindered blows upon Mica, beating the young male into a senseless state before she took it upon herself to drag the unmoving and unprotesting youth back to House Barrith by his short hair.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:45 pm
Micarreth and Mas D'aun "You know, I do not think this is such a good idea." Mas D'aun cautioned his brother Micarreth as he lifted the lid on yet another medium sized chest. Within was a chaotic mixture of coins, gems, objects, and jewelry. Mas' eyes flickered over the contents. With a sigh he dug his hand into the trove and began to scoop the items out and into another chest. As they fell he inspected the items with a disinterested gaze.
"We will be fine Mas. Stop your whimpering." Micarreth snapped at him from the other side of the room. Unlike his brother Mica had not bothered to move the trreasure into another container. He sat amid a pile of wealth that a young dragonette would piddle with delight over.
"I can not help it. Quavvira will be greatly displeased with us being here. She specifically told us we were not to---" Mas found himself cut off by another agitated response from Mica.
"Quavvira is no longer a concern. Honestly Mas! It has been a week now, you should be realizing by now that things are back to the way they should be." Mica growled with such a visciouness that Mas could only be silent for the next few moments.
Together the brothers continued their search. Mas plucking rings from the chest as he found them and examining them before discarding them. Micarreth too examined each ring they found, though with a greater scowl on his face.
"Why must we find this ring now? Why can't we just hire a jeweler to make one?" Mas asked to break the silence... or as silent as a room full of clinking metal could be.
"Because I only have half a day Mas. That is why it must be found now. Besides, if I hired someone to recreate the ring then it might be possible for someone to trace it." Micarreth wanted to add a few insults to his explanation, but he was tired and growing more agitated with each passing hour.
Mas held up a ring and examined it with a tilt to his head. "Here. I think this one is a match. Gold band with a garnet cetner right?"
Micarreth hauled himself from his pile and scampered over the coin coated floor to where mas knelt. Slamming down to his knees he eagerly snatched the ring from Mas's hand and held up his own in comparison.
"Gah...the stone is too dull..." Micarreth frowned unhappily. "It would figure the only match we have and the stone lacks a shine. I am never going to find one in time!"
Mas listened to his brothers wail and allowed a faint flicker of a smile to pull at his painted lips. "Calm yourself Micarreth. It is only dull because it has been in storage for countless years. Let's take it to my room and I can buff it up. I still don't understand why you want two of the same kind though."
Micarreth transferred the found ring into his brothers hand, then quickly placed his hands on the elder drows shoulders to begin pushing him to the door. "Let's go! I might be able to catch a few hours of rest before I have to go. I want to make sure this ring matchs -perfectly- first though."
Under his brothers insistant push, mas allowed himself to be ushured out of the treasury. He still did not know why they had spent nearly all day searching for a ring look alike. Obviously Micarreth was up to something..but...what?
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:51 pm
Micarreth Solo - Purchasing Rak'Neer Micarreth hefted the small chest in his arms, weighing it with consideration, then dropped it into the servants arms. He paid no heed to the wrinkled face the boy gave him. The boy was dressed as was the norm for a slave of House Barrith. A gaudy green and yellow jesters outfit, complete with bells and a tri-pointed hat. He seemed exceptionally unhappy when micarreth took the time to lock a iron collar about his neck that linked him to the chest he held.
"Take this to the House I had you take the letter to. They have the key and will release you once you have given them the chest."
The slave nodded iead and hefted the chest up close to his chest. Micarreth could hear the slipping c***k of metal as the coins slid about within. he had offered a large sum of gold to Rak'Neer's House for the purpose of 'Purchasing the offending male' for the sake of 'Properly dealing with him'. Micarreth ahd done his best to make the letter sound angry without being insulting. He thought the gold he offered had been far more convincing then anything else. They had accepted it, and in this deal Rak'Neer was now part of House Barrith. Well...he was Micarreths servant really. At least this is how Micarreth viewed it. How Rak might could differ when he woke up...
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:53 pm
::Micarreth Diary Entry::
I believe all of my misfortune has been paid in advance for this which I have found. I have come across a female that is, quite simply, lovely. She is beautiful, powerful, and more importantly.... I can use her.
I am a little uncertain about how exactly I should proceed with this female. I do not want to cross her and end up so much gutter trash. I do not want her to turn her back on me either. In my youth I am very impetuouse and greedy. I have no problem admitting that. I want to have her though. But in a way that no male ought to have a woman. Honestly though... If Lloth had been born male I am positive this society would be completely different. A matter of chance has made females our wardens.
But I am getting off topic. I've found a woman and I think I might be fond of her a little. I at least know that when we are in private, I am not the one to be subjected. If I can possibly manage it...perhaps I can manipulate her into being my submissive. Then I could at least feel I had some control in society. She's a very good female to have. She is well placed in our city, and she will help me go far. Once she has helped me eliminate my nemisis in house that is...
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 11:02 pm
::Micarreth Diary Entry::
We have met again. And MMMM! She is delightful. If I do manage to win her over I will make an effort to be good to her. She pleases me very much. She even has helped me eliminate that bothersome drowess that would try and be my mothers heir. I can not tell you how...invigorating...it was. Slamming that iron maiden door on Quavvira...I heard her muffled screams through her gag. I heard the sound of her bones that were in the way of the spikes sliding and popping. Ah! And I smelt the blood! I am surprised to write that I got very...excited... by her death. I got to look into her ugly red eyes and watch the life fade from them. I have learned there is something about death that I enjoy immensely. Almost more then I enjoy Burryna under me. Ah...my pretty would be Matron. When I become her Patron I will kill any male that so much as caresses that pretty black flesh.... She will be mine and I will NOT share her with anyone else.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 11:05 pm
::Micarreth Diary Entry::
I have decided that Burryna was correct. I am not going to get anywhere with this damn teacher I have. He favors Zare over myself connstantly, and with the knowing smirks she gives me all the time I know why. Slut. I could do that too you know. Just because I am more interested in women does not mean I will not get on my knee's for a man if I believe it will get me something I want. I'm just not going to put that filth in my mouth knowing where it has been in the mean time. By that I mean that whore Zare.
By way of quitting his tutoring, I simply stopped showing up. he does not need a formal withdrawl from his class. I'll find other to teach me. Burryna has offered me the use of her Weapons Master...quite gnerouse of her. But until she and I are ready to let it become well known and obvious I am hers (Or rather she is mine!) I will keep to a lower profile and use my own weapons master for training. He says I have a skill for dual blades. In particular the sword and dagger combo. I intend on mastering this technique if I can along with some archery lessons....
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 11:06 pm
Micarreth Diary Entry
I seem to be having some sort of trouble with the Raiders. I ran into a small group of them yesterday when I was looking through the weapons of the armory for something to wrap my sword hilt with. They made a...lewd comment about my lean frame. One even suggested I ought to try on the blue and purple jesters uniform and make sure it fit properly. I do not like these comments. I could tell the raiders were a little tipsy, so their tongues were loosened. It makes me worried in thought as to what they might be contemplating.
Are they preparing to make a move to take over the house? Mas is not a strong influence here, he carries no power or respect. I am much MUCH younger then most of those in the house. I think there is only two or three slaves younger then myself here. What if they are planning on taking over now that Quavvira is gone? I have to do something! But what? I can not kill them. The Raiders are my claim to power in the hierarchy right now. They are the ones that keep filling the coffers. I need to get them out..that is what I need to do. They can not plot anything if they are not here. Surface raids take almost three months per trip. The current raiders are not due back for another month. I might be able to confuse Mother enough into thinking she needs to send these raiders out as well...maybe...
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 11:15 pm
Micarreth Diary Entry
Rak'Neer. That is the name of the drow I have taken possession of. I came upon him while out enjoying my freedom, and my purses freedom, from Quavvira. I had only intended on getting the drow fool drunk, then having a little fun by stripping him naked and leaving him somewhere random. Getting him drunk worked exceptionally well. However, after he sat next to me for a short time, I realized that he had some similarities to me.
I believe I can use him as a double when I want to have a believable alibi. It is just a matter of utilizing him effectively. He is a warrior, and as such he should be easy to please. He seems set on having better weapons. I will give him those without hesitation. I'll even make certain he has enough coin to feel well treated. Abyss! I'll even let him know any of the females in green and gold are fair game for his appitite if he so wishes.
heh...which leads me to thinking... I ought to speak with him and find out how well he liked waking up in my elder brothers bed...
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 11:20 pm
Micarreth Solo Micarreth squinted his eyes narrowly at the parchment sheet before him. He could feel the gummy stickiness of ink upon his black fingertips. The color matched his skin so perfectly that it was only by the weak flicker of the candle that he was able to see a greasy shine. He disliked the harsh candle flames light, but as he was not gifted with magic like his brother he was unable to summon the faerie lights that would have given him a more eye pleaseing blue glow. The parchement before him was filled with the messy scrawl of his handwriting. Micarreth placed no stock in neat penmenship, so long as he could read what he had written that was all that mattered to him. Mas was constantly ragging on him about his lack of sophistication. Micarreth sit up strait! Micarreth change out of those dirty torn cloths! Micarreth stop scratching the dining table top with your dagger! Stop stop stop! He was always telling him what to do! It riled him something terrible!
But...as he took some time to consider his script, Micarreth grudgingly had to accept the fact he could no longer act like a wild uncontolled barbarrian. His future with Burryna would be short lived if he ended up embaressing her. Honestly, besides their meetings what more did she know of him? He couldn't believe she would just accept him as he was, with his unrefined manners and his gutter speech. Still it irked him that he would have to accept acting the way his brother had been trying to make him act.
Micarreth pushed the sheet away and pulled a old leather bound book before him. He paused as he noticed a inky fingerprint left in the margin of the book, and dropped his hand down to his pant leg to rub the tips of his fingers vigorousely against his thigh. Once he was certain most of the extra ink was wiped away, he turned the page of the old book and peered over the very well manicured handwriting. Mas would have probably loved the author of this books manners. He, for Micarreth assumed the author had been male, had written in a style that was incredibly easy to read. Though some of the words were rather large and he was uncertain exactly what they meant. More then once Micarreth had ended up digging up a dictonary, well abused and uncared for at the bottom of his trunk, and had to look up various meanings.
The study was paying off however. he had learened a great deal from the book. Mostly due to the fact the subject interested him immensely. Poisons! The book was filled with hundreds of different types of poisons. What they were called in various languages, what their range of effects were, where they could be found, what their composition was made up of. Even more importantly though, the book explained to him step by step exactly how to make the poison. There were even listings of anti-venomes specifically for each poison! This last bit interested Micarreth a little. Most anti-venomes he knew of were the universal sort. Meaning they were highly effective against the weaker poisons. But when you used them against the powerful poisons they were only slightly effective. You might live after taking the dose, but you were bound to be sick and weak for who knew how long afterwards. These counters to the poisons within the book were 100% effective against thte poison. Even the really strong and leathal ones! It made Micarreth pause to consider the anti-toxin he carried with him. It worked against most poisons...but what about sleep or paralyzation? Each poison was different in a way....
The fact his mind was actually taking so much time to consider anything surprised Micarreth at times. He had never placed this much time or thought into anything else that he studied. What was it about being a Velguk that inspired him so much? It wasn't as if he'd be going into the trade right? Once Burryna made him her Patron he'd be living the easy life. Or would he?
Micarreth sat up in his chair as his amber eyes blinked in the dim light. Being a patron wasn't all fine foods, luxury, and sex. Micarreth had never once considered the terrible fact that he would have responsibilities. Like...the child that Burryna was carrying. Oh, it would be nothing for him to concern himself with if it was a female. He doubted he'd ever see the little brat once. But what if it was a boy? He'd be saddled with the little beast himself, providing Burryna did not offer him up as sacrifice for having the ill luck to father a son first.
"Vith!" he swore as he pushed away from the table. Micarreth pressed his palms to his temples and squeezed his eyes shut. He needed someone to ask advice from... But Micarreth didn't have anyone he trusted enough to open up to. Mas? HA! Like he'd ever stoop so low as to ask advice from a drow as pathetic as his brother. The closer the day came to his own ascention from this bottom rung House to Burryna's own, the more seriously he considered what to do with his elder brother. Burryna would surely indulge him if he asked for his brothers death. So who else did that leave for him?
Rak'Neer? Feh. Aside from their initial meeting and his rather crule joke on the warrior he'd not spoken with the other drow. He was really more of a after thought in all honesty. Hardly someone to seek advice or council from. Taliesin? Oh yes, THERE was a drow he'd open up to! All he wanted was to get the information of spell craft from, maybe a little tutoring until he could handle the spells himself and then...hmm... Well he was pretty much in the clear now wasn't he? A slow wicked smile curled his lips as Mica's eyes darted to his bed. With Burryna administering poison, provided by himself, to her Matron there was no need for the ring now. He supposed he could let it sit and gather dust. A priceless family heirloom for the future? Or he could just use it against Taliesin. OH! Now that had some pleasureable possibilities! Activate the ring and just take his time ensuring Tal was in no condition to cast any spells by the time the rings effect wore off. That thought actually brought some warmness to his belly.
But he had to grudgeingly admitt that killing Tal would have some drawbacks. While he utterly lacked any form of respect for his elder brother, Tal at least he could respect just a smidge...if their lessons continued to be..well..informative and not very infuriating he'd have to grudgingly accept the fact that he did not want to waste the ring killing off a mage that he might possibly have further use for in the future. Ugh...
But he still didn't have any idea who he could speak to about this whole fathering thing. He wasn't old enough to have a kid yet! He didn't want to be a father figure...maybe he could pass the boy off on someone else. A servant or something and have them take care of the nastyness of raising a brat. Maybe...that would work...maybe.
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