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Post by Abhorsen on May 28, 2005 0:02:02 GMT -5
OOC: Well, much like Houses on Lavender Eyes, this will be a group of people working and interacting. However, I think that we should make it a bit more interesting. The setting of this is in Coramathor, deep in the forests. A clan of Vhaeraunites lives and grows together. You do not have to be a drow, for Vhaeraunites tolerate all types of elves, nor do you have to be Vhaeraunite. However, non-elves and such will be treated as less. Rules are standard (read them), and positions will be granted, and we shall go from there. IC: A tall drow male, around five nine, stands in the middle of a clearing, surveying elves scurrying around. He is wearing a mask, and has a long, knee length braid of ice white hair. Vivid scarlet eyes pierce out of the mask, scanning the clearing, as he gives orders. He stands at the foot of a massive oak tree, at least three hundred feet tall. Throughout the truly massive clearing, in the treetops, and burrowed into the ground, is a seattlement, quiet, as though a moderate amount of people live there, but not many. He looks up at you, and speaks. "My name is Noraimund. I am Patriarch of this clan. How may I help you?" OOC: Yes, I had to use him.  |
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Post by spidersKiss on May 30, 2005 9:04:50 GMT -5
A broken and battered female walked into the opening with a young man in no better shape. Her five headed snake whip lay dead at her side. Its bloated strands had begun to fester already. "Help me!" she wheezed, her ruby eyes pained. Her stark white hair was lowlited with gray, but you couldn't tell from the blood that covered her head.
The young man must have been just about forty-five. His eyes were an intense blood red. there was a dark blody gash above his right eyebrow. His hair was white and cropped close to his face. "Please sir." the boy started. "We are in need of your services. My name is Tsabatar Torndar, and this is my mother Merrin. My father was one of your kind. If there is any kindness in you, heal my mother and allow us to stay." He took out a mask of Vhaeraun from his belt and showed it to Noraimund.
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Post by Abhorsen on May 30, 2005 14:39:14 GMT -5
Noraimund raised an eyebrow. "It is clear that you are a Vhaeraunite, but, as evidenced by her whip, she is a Priestess of Lolth. Why should I help her, one of the spiderkissers?"
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Post by LordBasillicus on May 30, 2005 15:08:43 GMT -5
A drow ran worriedly from the party that was only a mile behind him. He thought he had lost them, but somehow they had picked up his trail. Without food, water, and time to rest, he was quickly weakening and would be overtaken if he didn't find help. Suddenly he was in a settlement, unsure of how he got there. A tall man stood before him looking him over. "They're after me. I ran from the city because I wouldn't be part of it. I need help!"
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Post by Abhorsen on May 30, 2005 15:29:12 GMT -5
Noriamund turned to face this newcomer. "Please, tell me, what can I do for you?"
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Post by spidersKiss on May 30, 2005 16:29:56 GMT -5
Merrin collapsed to the floor. "Please, sir. There isn't much time." Tsabatar's mother gave a wretched cough. "Her whip is dead. We were attacked by lolthites when we tried to escape from Menzoberranzan. My mother is as much a Vhaeraunite as I am." His blood red eyes were frantic
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Post by Abhorsen on May 30, 2005 19:42:34 GMT -5
Noriamund thought, then nodded. He placed his hands on her head, and shadows whirled about him. They cacooned her, and her breathing eased, and her wounds closed. "Someone, see that she is taken care of as she recovers."
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Post by spidersKiss on May 30, 2005 20:07:21 GMT -5
"Thankyou." Tsabatar managed as his mother was carried away. "I would be honored to join your clan, as well as my mother. I have not been completely schooled in the doctrine of Vhaeraun, but slay all my enemies in his name. If you would teach me, I'd serve you well." He knelt on one knee, his mask in his hand.
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Post by LordBasillicus on May 30, 2005 20:09:29 GMT -5
"You've gotta help me man! I shunned Lolth and now she demands retribution! I though I escaped once I left the underdark, but they're after me!!" He looked over his shuolder and groaned. "I can't fight that many alone!"
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Post by Abhorsen on May 31, 2005 14:12:03 GMT -5
Noraimund nodded, and started snapping out orders to the clan. A flood of dark elves dropped from the trees, and exited from the tunnels. Soon, a line of armed dark elves was stretching across the clearing. "Please, tell me more about the Lolthites."
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Post by Drizztmonk on Jun 2, 2005 15:52:57 GMT -5
High in the air there was a glitter of silver, soon the sound of some one yelling was heard and what looked like a funny grown dragon was falling to the earth. His angle was would make him land not to far from the Drow party.
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Nightwolf
Wyrmling
your local Sicopathic villan
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Post by Nightwolf on Jun 3, 2005 13:56:02 GMT -5
OOC: before i join what is a drow?
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Post by Drizztmonk on Jun 3, 2005 13:58:23 GMT -5
OOC: an elf from deep underground, they have black skin and are commonly very evil, they will do anything to get more power
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Nightwolf
Wyrmling
your local Sicopathic villan
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Post by Nightwolf on Jun 3, 2005 14:10:49 GMT -5
A Man dressed in stark black robes watched as the drow moved out the caves, he was standing on the mountain they came out of. He was holding a staff and at the end of it was a human skull with gems in it's eyes. He slimed as the sliver dragon fell to the ground and was wondering what the Drow would do.
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Post by Abhorsen on Jun 12, 2005 23:13:08 GMT -5
As the drow forces engaged, and pushed back the lolthites, Noraimund surveyed the newcomers. "So, feeling quiet?"
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nekronocturnal
Wyrmling
Master of Draconic Lore and Resident Dracolich
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Post by nekronocturnal on Jun 29, 2005 18:27:16 GMT -5
OOC: Joining with my dynamic duo of Nefriti and Jurain the drow playboy.
IC: Her lithe fingers entwined around a scorpion dagger as she crept behind the group of dark elves surrounding the Vhaeraunite and Lolthite pair. They seemed to be mother and son.
"Aw, how sweet." Nefriti chided, not caring about family bonds. Nefriti had experienced an abusive childhood and upbringing. "Damn Lolthites...." she hissed. The Ergosalian cleric was born and bred to stalk. It was in her nature to hate as well as it was all other drow.
Jurain looked behind himself as he saw a movement from the corner of his eyes. He'd been part of Noraimund's clan for a while now, and was an experienced warrior of Vhaeraun. His crimson hair fell over one eye as the rest was pulled back ino a high, bushy ponytail. "What in the?" He wondered, stepping out of formation to get a closer look.
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Post by Abhorsen on Jul 3, 2005 14:51:23 GMT -5
Noraimund turned and followed Jurain's gaze, looking back into the trees. "Well, hello. Do join us, please. Company is always welcome."
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Post by Abhorsen on Jul 15, 2005 10:55:35 GMT -5
Alright, this is deader then last week's fish, and smells just as bad
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