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 Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 3:35 pm
[ Yes yes wrong cert yes, I will find his UD one at some point..>.>;; ]
“I suppose I can see why having somewhere to stay is a good idea…” the small, lithe assassin stated as he picked his way along the dark corridor. “But I do wish you’d allowed me at least some say in where we were going, and who we are supposedly working for… you may not be related to her, but do not forget the matron we are spurning in this action is my dearly devoted Mother. She’s not going to be happy either…” he knew that to be the case as well, there was nothing Ariadne hated more than people getting away from her… and well, he’d let Feroz escape twice now, and this time he’d even gone with him.
They had a weird relationship, the two of them. One very feminine, even considered pretty by some people, and the other one or the taller and most scarred warriors of the West dark, and certainly of the G’eld family where he’d been a resident weapons master. They’d worked together for a while, and Illiam had been somewhat fonder of his taller companion than he would have actually admitted had anyone asked, but regardless, it was all brought to an interesting conclusion when his mother had set him the interesting task of trying to remove Feroz from existence… it hadn’t gone too well in the long run and almost ended with disaster which Feroz once again averted by stopping Illiam pretty well bringing disaster to their world.
Drow are good at causing chaos after all.
The irritating fact that Feroz had saved him on some level stopped Illiams attempts on the other drow for a while, and well… those irritating little feelings he’d had for his friend started sneaking back to him once again.
Eventually the result of their close proximity (as Illiam wouldn’t let Feroz out of his sight for too long) was that he ended up confiding how he felt to Feroz, and the two of them had a rather unusual and sometimes uncomfortable understanding going on… but there seems to be a good deal of genuine affection on each part for the other…
Currently they were heading through the underdark to meet a female that would supposedly find some use of the two of them, and well, Illiam had been keen enough to avoid his mothers’ presence and wrath that he’d agreed to the notion without too much thought. Now that was catching up on him to some degree however, though there was little that he could think of to do instead… “…I’m only doing this because you seem so sure though.” He stated, still following Feroz. “If things go wrong I’m not taking any responsibility…” he did care for Feroz, he just wasn’t what you’d call brilliant at actually showing it. But every now and then he’d manage something sweet…
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 1:51 pm
"Her name is Kalanra." Feroz offered. "I've been teaching her weapons. She's ambitious, but rather tolerant, especially for a drow." He let the importance of them hang between them for a few moments. "She's looking to prove herself, she wants to lead a small raid for surface goods, to prove to her family that she was right to choose the warrior path, and not become a priestess." He explained, glancing sidelong at Illiam again. "I think you might like her, given half a chance, and you can help me convince her of the merits of using weapons that suit her size."
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:28 pm
"You think I'll have some form of influence..?" Illiam asked with a highly sceptical look on his face. "I would not be so sure, were I you. Women, I have found thus far that they are rather more likely to ignore the words of one of our gender..." he rolled his eyes slightly, an amused, mocking expression on his face. He smiled slightly.. "Though if you say she is tolerant... well... I can see the merit in us being friends to her if we can be... we do not exactly find ourselves to be in the most agreeable of positions just now, after all..." He moved over to fall into place right beside Feroz.
"I'll do as you think is best... a raid to the surface isn't really my... speciality... I'm not really that sure about going back to the light again.." he looked ever so slightly uneasy for a moment. He'd not really enjoyed his time up there after all, then again... the last time he had had cause to go to the surface it had been for a task much more complicated than a simple raid.
He certainly didn't wish to find himself in that position again. "Kalanra then... okay... what else can you tell me about her..?" for a moment he half curled a hand onto Feroz' wrist before deciding that that was a little... needy... and he let go again. He didn't really know why he felt so uneasy... he supposed it was just the fact they had found themselves once more in the unknown.
The unknown had not really been a friend to them in the past.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 5:11 am
"She's... Well you'll get an idea of how unique she is when you meet her." He sighed faintly, thinking of her exasperating tendency to pick up massive weapons that she didn't have the muscle structure to wield effectively. A good sign she had a fair idea of what was intimidating, and an persistent refusal to accept her physical limitations. There were probably magical answers to her desire to wield larger, more impressive weapons, but since she was determined not to follow anything that approached the priestesses art, he figured she wouldn't take them, and he wasn't displeased at -that- because magic could fail.
"She does seem to take advice fairly well, regardless of the source, I think she has potential. As long as you don't mention being a preistess to her. She's still irritable about that."
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 5:19 am
"Ooh, Her being a priestess.." Illiam stated after a brief moment of scowling even more than usual at his companion. "I thought for a time there you were accusing me of being one... I was merely going to say I know I'm not the most greatly manly creature around but I hope I'm not that easily mistaken.." it wasn't like he really wore enough layers to conceal that sort of thing so easily.
He lifted his shoulders in a light shrug. "Depending how she compares to me in size will depend what she can best use... women have been known to be the larger... for you of course that doesn't really figure, you unholy giant..." the smile he was trying to hide at those words was far more affectionate that he would really have liked to admit was possible... "But unless she does compare to you she would, I should think, be better with a light sword, at most an axe no larger than a lochaber, or a dagger..." His own choice of close combat weapon.
He paused for a moment, his lips curling into a slight smile again.. "Are you sure though, that you wish to do this? I mean.. you have in the past called me stubborn.. and now you plan to stand me in the same room as someone you say will not take advice...?" He looked up at Feroz this time just giving in and curling his arm through that of the larger males for a moment. "I think it will drive you quite mad if we are allowed to talk for too long upon a topic on which we both disagree..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 5:24 am
"Tactically, she's good at taking advice, but in her attempts to be as different from what her mother wanted as possible, she's having trouble seeing that a light weapon is just as dangerous, if not more so, than one bigger than she is. She's a little on the small side for a woman, but fast. She needs to learn to tage advantage of that.
Her mother wanted her to become a priestess, she says she felt the call of the blade instead. They disagree, but her mother isn't willing to sacrifice part of the line unless she has to. and Kalanra is determined to show that she's right in believing that what she's doing is Llolths will."
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 5:30 am
Illiam nodded slowly, thinking it over. "Well... I suppose I may be able to help if she's actually willing to listen.. I'm still alive and I suppose you can't get much smaller than a needle tipped dart from a blow pipe..." he wrinkled his nose for a moment. "Also the dagger... if speed is her best ally then she should see sense in the long run. She will lose a great deal of it if she tries to wield a large axe of a great sword... even a simple longsword if its also broad may be too much.." He could see the merits of stepping outside your allotted class, even though he himself had not... attractive (apparently) and sly to a fault he was good at slipping in where he shouldn't be, one way or another, and getting the job done as fast as possible..
"I think a lot of this will hinge on her faith in your word, and how much she is willing to believe me. Because if she is not, then there is no hope of her seeing sense.. I have dallied with women enough to know that making them change their mind is about as successful as asking a snake not to bite or drake not to view you as a tasty snack..." he chuckled.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 5:40 am
"Oh so I'm a snake?" A subtle female voice interjected, apparently coming from an female drow. She was small alright, maybe an inch or two taller than Illiam, with delicate, doll like features and long white hair. She definitely looked the part of a noble woman or priestess, though the bruises and bandaged fingers were testament to the training she was going through. Her long hair was tied back into a rough braid, loose strands whisping around her long neck. She gave Illiam an impish look and stuck out her tongue, then added to Feroz. "This is your master fighter?"
"His fighting skills should impress on you that those 'toy weapons' can make you just as frightening, if not more so, than that orcish axe you keep trying to pick up."
Feroz pointed this out with an accusing jab of his finger to the smaller woman, the impudence of which she ignored.
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