Szinaun Kenana

[Yousei Akki]

Name: Szinaun Kenana
(Pleasure Dancer)-(Sworn to the Night)

Class: Air Elementalist

Height: 4ft 6 Inches

Weight: 70 lbs

Persona: Determined, Soft Heart

Religion: Elistraee

Mother: Mayune (Silver Fate)

Foster Father: Triealein

Place of Birth: Selussune (A surface city)

Mission: Seeking a way to return Home!

Theme Song: Savin' Me by Nickleback



Role Play Archive

Who needs spiders anyways Meeting Pellaneari

A Rare Treasure Meeting Krenn (in Progress)

A Light in the Darkness Meeting Lird

Just Friends? Szin and Lird become Closer

Family is as Family Does


Other Drow Yousei Owns

Ilmxena 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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Air Elementalist - Summon Elemental. Szin can summon small elementals at whim. These Elementals take the form of Moths and flutter about him until he focus' upon them. These Moths can carry out any physical task a real Moth would be capable of, though in greater numbers they can often achieve greater effects. Szin is able to pass messages to his Summoned Moths and send them to any destination he wishes. The more descriptive he is though the quicker they arrive. These Moths are slowed by Water and destroied by Fire.

Air Elementalist - Whispered Words. When Szin focus's his will, he can cause a small breeze to carry him the words being spoken by any individual within sight.

Air Elementalist - Whirlwind. Szin can control a breeze and stir it up into a small whirlwind. The catalyst for this ability is often his fan, as he uses it to start up the breeze, but any object can be used, even a wave of a hand. Once the whirlwind has been called forth Szin can control it's movements only as long as he is concentrating upon it.

Surface Born - Dark Blind. Due to being born on the surface, Szin is not as apt as normal drow are in the dark. In pure darkness he is half blind in compare to a Underdark born drow.

Surface Born - Light Adaption. Due to being born on the surface Szin is accustomed to the harsh glare of sunlight. While normal Underdark born drow will be dazzled and blinded by a bright light, Szin's eyes adapt quickly and allow him to function unhindered.

 

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-NA- Szin has not been completed yet. But soon! ^_^ And then I shall have fan arts made! heart  

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My story starts in the light.

Szinaun was born upon the surface. His mother a fervant devotee to the Goddess of the Dance, Eilistraee. She named her son in her honor and his infancy was filled with much care and love. His foster father, a surface elf by name of Triealein reared him while his mother devoted herself with a passion to the service of the Goddess. With the encouragement of his mother and her fellow priestess' Szinaun began training to become a cleric of Eilistraee. It was the emergence of his magical potential however that encouraged his foster father to take him in hand and begin training him in the ways of magic. Specifically those of the elemental forces. It was with great pride that his mother watched her son merge his magical talent with the skills of dance that she had taught him.

As he grew older Szinaun grew to appreciate the mixed culture of surface elf and drow. Indeed he even grew to know dwarves and humans and gnomes with a sense of equality and fairness. As a child he was full of curiosity, a free spirit is what the elders of his city called him. Szin truly enjoyed the peacefulness of his small settlement with all the innocence he possessed.

As he grew older, the settlement itself grew in size. Trickles of others came to settle within the small community. Over the span of his life it grew from fifteen determined Eilistraee worshippers into a community of forty. With these new settlers came new stories. It was from these others that Szin learned tales he had never been taught by his mother. Perhaps it was some desire of hers to keep him disassociated from his darker heritage. For her own reason's she never shared with him tales of the dark elves below.

It was a horrible shock to the young boy. To hear tales of evil acts contributed to 'his kind'. Though many who came to the settlement were of open mind and heart, there were travelers whom passed through that were not so kind as to spare Szins's ears and heart their bitter words.

It was not a shattering of his innocence that it could have been, but it was a terrible blow to the unity he believed existed every where else in the world. What child does not think that every place in the world is just like their home after all? He asked his mother, begged her really to tell her about the place of her birth. Her return answer was always a firm no. 'No Szinaun. That life means nothing to me now. It is as forgotten as the mist's of yesterday.' She so calmly told him. Though there were times when a terrible temper would flare under his persistence. Yet even then he learned nothing to his answers, only that to press too hard would try his mothers patience.

So it was the travelers that he relied upon for their tales. Szinaun hung about the local tavern, earning himself a place as a serving boy so that he could hear the tales of those passing through. All of them were most ugly though. Bitter humans and suspicious High elves that at times stopped by would refuse his service, and under a humiliating rain of insults he would escape to the kitchen to wait out their visit unseen. The tavern owner, a hardy if not handsome for his kind dwarf, was understanding enough and never berated Szinaun for his disappearance.

It was his term as a serving boy that gave him the greatest education. After all, living in the temple of Eilistraee sheltered him a great deal. Szinaun still continued his practices of magic and dance with the guidance of both his mother and foster father. His skill grew to such a point that Huna, the dwarf tavern owner, began to urge him to set aside his serving tray and take up his fans in dance for the entertainment of his guests. In a community that currently had females outnumber men three to one, it was easy to see that his dancing began to draw in a greater number for the evening crowd.

It was a fine life. Szinuan could be content to live in peace. Practicing his magic and dance in service to a Goddess he had been raised to love. With a mother whom seemed to love him (Though he did suspect she would have preferred a daughter by way of the clothing she often gave him to dress in) and a father who gave him solumn wisdom. Szinaun even had a few females that expressed interest in him as he grew older, often they came to speak with him while he worked, or wished to walk with him as he returned home to the temple. It was a fine life indeed. However... he felt unsettled by his peaceful and sheltered life. At night when his mother left with the other priestesses to perform their ritual dances he would climb to the highest point of the temple and he would gaze upwards at the large moon overhead.

Wanderlust. This is what Huna called it when he explained the strange stirring in him. Huna explained it was common for a 'young lad' to experience the desire to explore and learn what he could of the world. However, Huna discouraged him from giving in to the desire. He told Szinaun that the world was not a kind place for folk like him, no matter how sincere and honest he was, he would meet with only sour disappointment. So too did his father warn him when he approached him with his questions. His mother outright forbade him to even think of leaving the community, her words tainted with traces of fear.

As a good son he tried to put his feelings aside. Whenever it was that the wanderlust rose strong within him, Szinaun would retreat to a lonely place in the forest and dance. He called upon his magical skills, summoning winds and small moths to join him in a intricate dance. He danced himself into exhaustion. His muscles trembling and coated with a fine sheen of sweat, he would then stagger back home to bath. Yet no amount of dance would expel the desire inside of him. No amount of will could subdue the nagging thoughts. So...Szinaun ceased to fight himself. He felt that to deny himself, even for the wishes of others, would be a great act of betrayal. He recognized that those that told him no and discouraged him did so out of love.

But Szinaun would not be untrue to himself anymore.
 

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Innocence' Veil is parted like webbing under a curious childs touch.

He used the tavern to plan his trip. With coins saved up from tips, Szinaun was able to prepare himself for his journey. His intentions to travel weighed upon his conscious however, for Szinaun was not a naturally deceptive boy. So it was that he approached his foster father to confess his plans. Needless to say the conversation did not go well. Harsh words were spoken, his foster father condemning him for his naivety and hard headedness, and Szinaun in turn railed against the over protectiveness of his parents and the smothering he felt. The argument drew the attention of his mother, whom heatedly argued against his decision.

His parents would not give him consent. In fact they would not even speak to him for the following days. Their disapproval was agony to Szinaun, whom refused to recant his decision. Not even his dance into exhaustion would ease the pain he felt at their shunning. So it was that he gathered what he had and left. He was not nearly as prepared as he had wanted to be. His conscious had moved him to speak before his plans were complete and now he set out at a disadvantage.

Szinaun sought company with some adventurers who were passing through. Their call was of aid to a settlement further in the mountains and Szinaun felt that such a group would be the best to travel with. They accepted his offer easily enough, a Mage of Winds could be a useful thing in the mountains after all. There was no farewell for him when Szinaun placed the city of his birth to his back. He held in the tears of heartache as he walked with knowing disapproval from his home. He did not harbor any hope of his parents ever approving of his journey and worried that each step he took away he would not be able to retrace.

Reguardless of his guilt, Szinaun proved to be a cheerful enough of a companion to his group. Light hearted most times, he delighted in traveling the new terrain. His skills as a Wind Mage grew in leaps and bounds beyond what he had ever believed possible. Summoning small wind elements, he used his small elementals' as effective scouts and messengers. At night he was by and far the best of their watchmen (Though he was quite terrible at cooking! His companions suggested he trade off his cooking duties for a extended night watch shift, to which he complied).

When they reached the settlement that had called for aid, this is where the joy of his adventure died. On his way into the settlement, Szinaun saw scores of fresh graves planted upon a hill. They looked like stark ugly scars amid the fresh green grass. As he rode inside the city walls he saw scorch marks from fires here and there. Most, if not all, of the buildings had broken in windows and doors. One of his companions handed him a deep hooded cloak, a mask, and some gloves and upon his insistence Szinaun donned them. At first he was uncertain why, as the other towns they had passed through he had not been asked to hide himself at all.

As he listened to the woes of the orphans and widows he learned why. A raid had been performed upon this village. Drow from below had come, slaying indiscriminately and dragging off a few unfortunate souls for what they feared was a even worse fate. Had Szinaun rode into the settlement as he was, he surely would have been mobbed by the grief stricken villagers.

Never before had he felt so ill.  

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Szinaun did not have so hard of a time concealing himself from the villagers. As his hair and eye hue were unusual, and bore no resembelence to the demon eyed killers that had swept through the village, any who may have glanced his coal colored skin merely assumed him to be of fairy blood or from one of the southern continents. Szinaun encouraged this speculations by shortening his name to merely Aun and teaching the young various frolicing dances. In a short period of time 'Aun' had a veritable flock of young orphans shadowing him daily. Though he attempted to help in the reconstruction of the village, and no one could claim he did not do a good job, it soon became 'Auns Job' to keep the children entertained and distracted while the rest of the adults worked.

Szinaun did not mind this task. He found it very enjoyable and a wonderful opportunity to teach the children about Eilistraee. Due to the recent events, Szinaun reconstructed his tales to omitt particular traits about his Goddess that marked her as one of the fearsom creatures that had come and brought death to the childrens village. They were most delighted with his tales of the beautiful dancer Eili and her many adventures. Of course he fabricated many different tales for the children. Spinning them stories of the Dancer who outran the Sun, a story in which Eili became the object of love for a light fairy. To win her hand the fairy challenged her to a race, once around the world starting at moonrise. If Eili had made her way back to the starting point before he caught her then he would trouble her no more. But if he caught her then she must agree to wed him. So Eili agreed, and at moonrise she took off on the race. The Light fairy, thinking to be wise, became part of the sun so that when it's golden head peeked over the horizon he could reach out with it's yellow rays and catch up Eili. However, Eili grew aware of his plan and made herself a part of the moon, so that she was always just out of his reach, until the end of the race. The light fairy, mourning the loss of his chance to wed Eili remained as part of the sun, so that even though he could not wed Eili, he could at least look down upon her tenderly. The boys were not so keen on the story, though the girls seemed very infatuated with it and it soon became a favorite retelling of theirs.

Telling his stories also calmed Szinaun's heart. It gave him a sense of pride to gently instill into the hearts of these children the love and compassion of his Goddess. He hoped that these stories would produce promiseing young men and women who might someday forgive the evil dark elves and accept those like himself amoung them. Szinaun was not so foolish as to believe that could ever be the case in the near future though.

When night came, Szinaun returned to his companions camp and listened to their tales of the day. He felt a satisfaction in heir work... but as the men spoke of defenses and preparations for future attacks Szinaun became troubled. Did these attacks happen often? Did they return to places they had visited before? The answers made Szinaun feel twisted inside.  

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Theire work ended five months later. The village was rebuilt, the defenses were well on their way to being completed. The villagers felt confident enough to protect themselves now. It was time for them to leave. Szinaun had the hardest goodbyes to speak, as many of the orphans had fostered hopes that he would become their new parent and take them away with him. His gentle denials of theire pleads sent many sobbing from him and tore at his heart with a new sort of pain. Hatred were the final words of goodbye from some of the orlder children. Begging cries came from the younger as he rode away with his head bowed and tears in his own eyes. His companions respectfully granted him silence.

Their next destination was further in the mountains. A small village that, at times, had troubles with ice trolls. While they did not know if there were any troubles now, they felt it was wise to stop on by and at least check up on them. They rode higher into the mountains, and gradually Szinaun's sadness lessened. His companions assured him that the pain the children felt would fade and they would in time become just as happy as he remembered them. Szinaun really hoped so.

They reached the village just before the start of winter, which according to the leader was good fortune for them. Szinaun couldn't really agree with that. The mountains were so cold! He felt as if he were shivering all the time! He simply could not keep warm! It was during this time that Szinaun began to feel heart sick for home. Cloistered within the small rock hut the villagers offered to him and his companions, he often listened to the sharp winds outside and sulkily reflected on the differences between these winds and those of his home. They sounded sharp and shrill here. The winds at home sounded softer and more breathy. He really did miss his parents...

The villagers treated them warmly enough despite the cold, though Szinaun once again was required to hide his elvish features and skin. The villagers informed them that there were some troubles stirring in the mine that they used as a source of iron. While they believed that trolls were to blame, there were no actual sightings to prove this. As whatever was in the mine never left, so there were no foot prints to verify the creatures identity. Szinaun's leader decided that they would investigate, with the full approval of everyone in the group.

Once again Szin's eyes proved to be a great asset, as well as his magic! Summoning his small moth like elementals, he sent them scattering into the mines ahead of the party. The moths proved very effective scouts, as they reported the presence of various vermin. Szinaun and the group dispatched the vermin easily, but had little luck finding the creature the villagers spoke of. They worked through the winter steadily, and much to Szin's relief the villagers did not fuss over their lack of results while they continued to provide food and lodgings for them.

It was as the spring melts began to fill the lower levels of the mines with water that they finally came across the creature. Szinaun's elementals reported back a strange humped creature shuffeling in one of the lower sections they had not managed to explore. Judging by the level of water filling the mines, the leader surmised that the creature had been forced out of it's hiding by the rising water levels. Approching cautiously, the group confronted the creature in a widened shaft. The beast proved to be no troll at all, but rather a Gaunt. A undead creature that hungered for mortal flesh. Szinaun engaged in his first battle ever, unrational fear gripping him as he attempted to help his companions slay the foul creature.

Szin felt as if he was highly ineffective against the Gaunt. He did not land a single blow upon it. All he had been capable of contributing was a target that at times distracted the Gaunt long enough for a companion to land a blow. Then it was back to dancing around it until it focused upon him again. The creature was slain however. His companions bore wounds no worse then a few scrapes and bruises. They seemed to be in high spirits, while Szin felt sullent and dejected. Even at the celebration that the villagers held for them, he felt he had not contributed in the least and turned in to bed earlier then even the children revelers.  

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Weeks turned to months...Months rapidly added up into years. Though he had been away from home for so long, Szinaun felt relculant to send word to his dsapproving family, in fear of further rejection for his abandonment of the temple. Szinaun no longer felt as if he were a child. At least not in the ways of the world. He had passed through villages and even cities. He had seen a wonderful amount of good in the world. Yet this was tempered with the evils that his companios sought out. Evere where they traveled there always seemed to be something. Some present problem that the people were always grateful to have some adventurers take care of. A despote land owner. A infestation of kobolds. A marrauding tribe of gnolls. Even a nest of sewer rats. His companions never felt any job was too small if it would help the common people. Even if there were jobs that Szinaun feared were too large to handle, his companions insisted that they at least try.

It was one of these such task's that led to a ill fated encounter for Szinaun.

Travel on the road had taken longer for the party then they had anticipated. One of the companion's horse had taken lame, and they had choosen to detour to a small village nestled in the rocky hills to the south. They had not intended to stop by the small settlement, as in the past his companions reported that the worst trouble the settlement had seen, it's villagers had been competent enough to handle on their own. It made little sense to offer aid to those that never needed it right?

Just as his companions had said, when they reached the town they found it quite content and peaceful. A sturdy wall protected the villagers from wild animals. A series of caverns provided excellent food storage places. The people worked hard together and they prospered in a simplistic way. Szinaun found it quite charming after so many visits to bigger cities where folk had to struggle independantly to survive. These settlers welcomed the group with a general hospitality that had hints of caution. It was admirable really. The travlers were given lodgings in a barn, as the local tavern did not house guest rooms. The lame animal was looked at, and after brisk negotiations it was settled that the party would hunt and provide two deer for the village in return for exchangeing the lame horse for another. Such a simple bartering system, for the needs of one's family over the greed of metal bits, was heart warming indeed. Szinaun at the time wished that he could convince the others to linger a few days longer.

That night Szinaun was roused from his sleep by a rough thrust. It was not the first time he'd been woken in this manner, it meant their watchman had spied something suspicious. Szin unwound himself from his blanket and quickly gathered his gear. In the darkness he could see better then his fellows after all, and he took up spying out the barn window in search of what had alerted his companion.

Silent furtive shadows flickered through the streets in the darkest shadows. A gleam of crimson sent eerie shivers down Sin's spine. He was familar with that particular glimmer. He had often seen it within the eyes of the priestesses at his home temple.

Szinaun was quite certain that if any of those reflective gleams belonged to priestesses...they were not the sort that enjoyed dancing in the moonlight. He turned to his companions and urged them to caution. His voice trembling as he relayed his suspicions. A scream sounded from somewhere within the village, a signal for chaos to erupt as the sounds of splintering wood and shattering glass went up around the village. Even the door of the barn was kicked in, and a group of dark clad individuals surged within.

Szinaun had long left the trembleing novice behind in the cavern with the Gaunt. He had learned his skills and he had made himself into a fit companion for his party. Yet still, as the familiar looking elves crossed the barn towards him and the others, he felt a mewling of uncertainty sounding from his own lips. This was an encounter he would have thanked his Goddess to avoid. Still, battle was met and Szinaun had no choice but to fight. One might think that a Wind Mage would have little to offer in way of magic during battle. This is quite the misconception!

Szinaun found himself loathing to strike at the black skinned elves. They terrified him in such a way that he feared getting close to them. Instead he provided support to his companions. Useing his winds to whisper quick warnings to those in the group that could not see as well as he could. He summoned gusts of wind to strike up plumes of sand into the eyes of the raiding drow, shifted doors closed upon the heels of escaping villagers as they were pursued. He even summoned a whirlwind strong enough to collapse a section of building upon a trio of the evil raiders. He did not feel that he was doing as much as he could, for his dancers fan had not yet a single drop of blood upon it, nor had any of his throwing disks left their sheaths.

For good or for bad, the battle that was fought lasted a goodly part of the night. The settlers, though many had been surprised and lay dead in their own bedrooms, still had a fighters spirit. Supported by Szinaun's company they fared better then they would have had they not been present. Szinaun was unaware of how many may have escaped, or if any had escaped at all. Two of his companions had dissappeared and he was too preoccupied to seek them out. Still, he and his friends were weary from a day of travel and little sleep. Szinaun's magical strength began to fail him, and the raiders proved visciously canny.

By toppling a tree near to the group, they effectively took out three of the villagers, and seperated the group that had clustered together for safety. Now Szin found himself seperated from his companions. He, along with three other villagers, hesitated. Then, as one they turned and looked at him. A cold shock like ice water ran down his spine as he realized they were waiting on him! He was the adventurer after all, the more experienced and as he judged the trio as young and untested by such trials they were now seeking leadership from him.  

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Though it did not set well with Szin, he stepped forwards. His primary fan snapped closed and he pointed towards the trunk of the tree as direction. He assumed that only one or two drow would be at the tree's base, as the others he would determin would be waiting in a ring about them with the intention of surgeing fowards and taking advantage of the startled humans.

With his three new companions, Szin led the way to the trunk of the tree. It was a monster of a old oal, it's trunk stretched higher then Szin's head and it's large limbs proved to be a dangerouse entanglement risk if he thought to try and climb over it to rejoin the group on the other side. His only hope was to get his three to safety.

With a graceful swish of his fan, Szin caused a breeze that quickly twisted in upon itself and formed into a fluttery moth. He directed the air elemental in the delicate insects form to fly above and report to him where his companions were and how they fared.

Reaching the severed base of the tree proved easy enough, the fight that followed was anything but that. Szin had judged poorly and found not a pair of drow, but several. Apparently, as he and the three humans had fled along the trunk line, the drow that had waited within sight had determined their rout, and so they had simple kept pace, and closed in on the four hapless males just when they had dared hope that perhaps they would slip away.

Szin had no choice but to fight finally. Six drow faced off against Szin and his three humans. They fought bravely, with a feirce determination that came only when one knew that to fail or falter meant death. They stayed close to Szin, and with his gently whispered direction he fed them lies in the form of encouragement. Not a single thing he spoke to them did he believe. The winds that continually flowed about him allowed his words to reach the ears of the humans, despite the shouts and cries in the background. He supposed he had to be a sight to his attackers. One of their own race bedecked like a ladies hair ornament. With silk thin clothing that fluttered with each movement rather then reasonable armor, and a eerie wind that circled about his constantly so that it stirred up his hair and clothing. Szin could only wonder why the drow seemed hesitant to actually engage him in battle. He caught the whispered word 'El'faeruk'...Wizard? Him? Well yes... That he was. Perhaps they expected him to have more up his sleeve then the simple support that he had provided?

Each time Szin stepped in to help one of the humans with their opponents, the drow males withdrew and shifted off to attack someone else. It was almost infuriating! All night he had avoided direct combat, and now that he was forced into it, the other drow seemed to be slipping in and out of a dance of avoidance. One at a time the humans he fought to protect fell to what seemed like miniscule wounds. Staggering and stumbling in a drunken agony. Till Szin alone stood surrounded. Not a single one of the drow that had engaged in the fight had even suffered a serious wounding. His battle fans felt heavy in his hands as he let his gaze dart about. Any moment he expected a nicking of something from some undetermined or unwatched angle. Instead he saw only sinister looks of satisfaction.

The six became eight, and that was when She appeared.  

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She stood a commanding five feet eleven inchs tall. Her glorius body was clutched tightly in black leather armor and criss crossed by silver bands of thin metal twisted into the shape of spider webbing. She wore a helm embossed with the likeness of a spider clutching her head, and her hair spilled like a bound clutch of cornsilk from a ponytail protruding out the back of her helm. Her red eyes seemed to burn more brightly in the dark then any of the males that surrounded her. In one hand she held a small spider web shaped shield that was battered and stained dark. In her other a horrific mostrosity hissed and reared and snapped. A serpent with three long necked heads twisted and wound from the hand that weilded it as a whip.

Beside her a shirtless male strode proudly. His body was criss crossed with grey scars and his eyes held a demented gleam that made Szin think he had not minded how he got each and every one of those scars. He weilded a large b*****d sword in both of his hands, and the entier length of it was painted in crimson. His muscular form made Szin feel like a hollow reed in comparison. It was these two that approched and engaged him with little marked warning.

The males weapon was slower in compare to Szin's own. However, as Szin lightly stepped aside from a blow that would have cleaved him skull to groin, he felt the earth shudder under the impact. The male had great strength. The female on the other hand possessed a quickness that rivaled Szin's own. Then again...Szin was already battle weary and worn from a unrestful night. The first bite of her whip pulled a agonized cry from his lips and nearly was the end of him as the male swung his sword around in another attempt to end him in one blow.

Szin once more dodged by throwing his body to the ground and rolling away. The pair did not press their attack. rather they waited for Szin to reclaim his feet before they engaged him again. A dull sense of despair plucked at Szin's heart as he recognized the game they played. Toying with him and tireing him out was their game. All the better to render him helpless for whatever killing blow they wished.

Szin was tempted to lower his fans and force them to kill him outright. What purpose was there to continueing to fight when the outcome was easily forseen? The desire to simply give up was overwhelming. He was so very tired... He did not have the heart for this battle. There seemed to be no purpose in this fight for him.

Szin's weariness must have been easily picked up upon. He heard the jeers of the drow surrounding him and watching the fight. Strangely was fate then...

The moth elemental that Szin had sent out to find his companions choose that moment to return. Fluttering down between him and his attackers. The female jerked back a few defensive steps..and the male automatically turned and swung his blade at the unexpected elementals appearance.

Swinging his blade at the elemental was hardly a wise thing to do. Upon cutting the fluttering summon, a sharp puff of wind bloomed outwards ruffling the hair of both the male and female. It startled them both, which was more then anything Szin could have asked for.

For the entierty of the battle his back had been forced to the tree. Now, with his attackers attention diverted, Szin surged forth. He poured his remaining strength in his dash and he succeeded in closeing the distance between the pair of drow before they could react. The female responded by swinging her shield before her protectively. The male in turn dragged his sword to his body in expectation of a blow. Szinaun was not interested in a final lash at the pair. His green eyes were set on the slight gap beyond the pair.

The male was the one who caught on to Szin's intention as he did not raise his arm to sweep a cutting blow at either of them. As Szin successfully passed to the warriors right, he released his hold on the blade and reached a hand out. Szin felt something catch on his back as the warrior succeeded in snagging a handful of material and battle loosened hair. The warrior pulled back against Szin's run, causeing his head to snap back and his eyes were turned skyward for a moment. Szin struck blindly with a upward jab with one of his closed battle fans.

The hand holding him was suddenly gone and Szin was able to right himself. Twisting slightly he saw that his jab had only been a grazing wound. Yet...the result was quite deadly. Blind as he had been, the sharp point of Szin's battle fan had gouged up from the warriors collar bone and to his right ear. Blood surged from a area on his neck as quickly as wine being squeezed from a skein. The warrior only stood for a handful of heartbeats before he fell to the ground, his lifes blood pouring out so quickly it splashed against Szin's dancer shoes.

Beside him he heard a angry howl of rage as the female lowered her shield. Her whip lashed out, and this time as the snake heads bit, they did not release. It seemed as if this was some sort of unspoken signal, for amoung the drow somewhere a pair of tiny darts bit into Szin's exposed flesh. Coupled with the injected venom of the serpent head whip he collapsed into darkness.