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 Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 6:01 pm
 Her teeth gritted, Sharda parried the blows from the duergar forces as best as she could, trying to fight her way through the small warrior group. She hadn't realized just how close the city was to falling to the dark dwarves and had been slightly surprised at finding them at the hidden Southwest gate out of the city waiting for fleeing drow. Of course..they had more on their hands than they had thought. Sharda might be a pretty thing to look at in her nearly see through dress and voluptuous body, but she was quite the fiend with her daggers.
Her gold daggers flitted back and forth, keeping the duergars' longer blades from marring her unblemished smooth skin. It was hard work, but Sharda had yet to break a sweat from the battle. It didn't hurt matters that there was an unknown male standing by her side fighting with her. Sharda's eyes widened in alarm when she spotted a duergar sneak up behind the male and start to heft his broadsword at the male's unprotected back. Her finger's flew to the hidden daggers hidden in her boots and dispelled them into the advancing duergar's throat and face before he could mange to blink.
The male appeared slightly impressed by her quick reaction, and she smiled at him and appraised him within a few moments. By the clothing he wore, she could tell he was from a well off family and knew quality when he saw it. He was also quite handsome, despite his aloof aristocratic air, Sharda could tell that he was more a rebel than gentleman. That rather intrigued her. Why would a male choose to rebel when he had everything that he could ever want?
Her musings didn't really help when fighting as a sudden searing pain went up her arm. Sharda turned, her face a mask of frightful anger and brought her longest dagger up to cut cruelly into the offending duergar's face. He fell back with a sharp shriek, as it pierced his eye and began to shout obscenities at her. Sharda grinned back at him, and let loose a sharp shriek and unleashed one of her more powerful illusions on the unsuspecting duergar.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 7:38 pm
 He danced through the horde of drow with a battle-wrought smile on his face. Gritted teeth, flecking with the spotty coloration of blood not his own, hissed out death for the grey dwarves unfortunate enough to pass through his arms. His dark skin rippled with muscles taking a healthy strain. Tahrys'rak Ken'ett wasn't the standoffish, cocky male he showed the rest of the city now: he was the sargtlin he'd started life as, a brutal dancing dervish of thick, whirling knives and sleek warrior's brutality.
Though of course, he wasn't dead. Tahry saw the female fighting at his back as well as could be expected through the smoke of battle; and admired what he saw. Fighting like she was in that outfit? He could certainly respect that. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched one of the duergar rise up beside the woman - the stout creature swung an axe for that sweetly hued skin. For only a moment, Tahrys'rak smirked. He couldn't have that.
In less time than it took the dwarf to adjust his grip, the drow male had whipped a thin dagger from his waistline, the straight blade honed from razor-sharp crystal. The black blade left his hand like lightning. The duergar fell with its simple black hilt lodged deep in his throat.
The simple kill granted elation to the male's strikes - poor news for the duergar. Dagger's cleaving a path in invader skin, he fought his way closer to the unusual femme, feeling her eyes upon him. Silently merging his pile of wounded and dead with hers, Tahry pointed toward one of the northern gates with a blade: they could make it with a bit of a burst.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 6:29 pm
The Duergar shook and scrambled away from what appeared to be two dryder joining the two fighters and ripping several of their men in half and eating the still wiggling corpses. Sharda cackled at their fear stricken faces and quickly retrieved her thrown daggers, wiping them clean on the ground before shoving them back in their fastenings. Sharda noted the male's gesture towards the north gate and nodded curtly to him, making her way through the retreating duergar.
It wouldn't take long for the little fiends to realize that the dryder that they had seen hadn't actually been there. She wondered if the male had noted the illusions or had simply shrugged them off as paltry parlor tricks. She normally didn't give a rat's a** about what others thought of her illusions, but for some reason the opinion of the strong and very capable male next to her mattered quite a lot.
She was only a few steps away from the north gate, when the duergar came to the consensus to renew their attack on the her and the male with a little more enthusiasm than before. Sharda swore, when a particularly bold duergar managed to get close enough to swipe his blade at her left thigh. She tried to maneuver away, and ended up falling face first into a pile of garbage. With a very colorful string of words emitting from her mouth, Sharda grabbed up an axe from a fallen body and hefted it at the offending duergar.
The blade caught the duergar right in the middle of his face. With a load scream of pain the fiend fell clenching his head trying to pry the axe from his head. Sharda fell in on him, gutting him like a fish and then retreated quickly through the north gate, hoping that she and the striking male would be able to make a clean get away.
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