Clan Salkin Wenress

[spidersKiss]

Aunrae danced around the open glade in the Cormanthor woods. Her naked form glistened in the moonlight as her sisters whirled and twisted in a circle among the stars. She was the Mother Superior of the Clan of Eilistraeens. All were accepted in her coven, no matter what their race, although females were held in more reverence than males. She heard a twig snap from behind her which caused all of the priestesses to stop their celebration and spin around with fluid grace. A warm smile crossed Aunrae’s face as she saw who had come to her. “Welcome brothers and sisters. I am Aunrae Hun’tlar, the Mother Superior of this humble clan. Come and dance with us; tell us your names.”

[Elenmosyne]

A slender wood elf stepped through, she wore leather armor and was very well muscelled. Her face was tattooed but it was hard to decifer their shapes considering the large amounts of dried blood pasting her green tinted hair to her face. She clutched her side and her left arm hung limp at her side, there was a bow on her back.
The elf's voice was dry, raspy and she barely managed to choke out the name Corollaire and the word "Orc" before falling forward into the dry leaves.

[spidersKiss]

Aunrae let out a worried gasp. "Quick sisters. She needs our help!" Aunrae sprinted to the spot where the fallen wood elf lay.

"You! Get Water and food." The Mother Superior barked to a fellow priestess. "You!" She said to a male. "Find some clean clothes."

She placed her left hand over the female's body and held her holy symbol in her right. Quickly, Aunrae managed to chant the words to the spell of Healing. A silver white fire coursed through Corollaire's body and healed her wounds. The divine fires did not burn the wood elf, but did seem to warm her soul.

"Are you alright, sister?" Aunrae asked with concern clear in her voice. "Are the orcs nearby?"

At this time the priestess with the food and water arrived as well as the male with the spare clothing

[Elenmosyne]

"I outran them.. I think... they chased me, got my side." Corollaire grabbed the water quickly, sniffed it, and downed the whole of it quickly before moving on to the food.

"I left them two days back, there were almost fifty, we got most of them but they were too strong. I was the only one that made it." A look of pain passed through the elf's dark eyes and she glanced at the clothing, "Won't fit, it's too small." She remarked, gnawing at a a heel of bread. "thanks though. You must be one of Eilistraeen's worshippers, huh? Well, at least I know I'm safe or whatever."

Corollaire pulled herself up and briefly attempted to scrape the stiff, bloodcovered locks of hair off her face, "Ow. Imust have hit my head somewhere..."

[LordBasillicus]

Dante (pimp name!) was surrounded by orcs on all sides. His scimitars could only hold them back for so long, and as more gathered around him, the bolder they became. Soon they would overrun him by sheer weight of number. Knowing his only chance was escape, he sheathed his weapons and tossed a small marble that he had drawn from a pocket onto the ground. A brilliant light followed by plumes of black smoke erupted from the shattered ball, giving Dante the cover to jump up and grab a tree limb. He pulled himself up and almost screamed with pain. There were dozens of deep wounds all over his body. An arrow protruded from his right side and a spear head was lodged in his left shoulder, but he couldn't worry about them. With amazing agility only possesed by elves, he jumped from tree to tree. Once he was clear of the orcs, he leapt to the ground and ran, hoping to find help before he passed out.

[spidersKiss]

"Yes." Aunrae said to the surface elf "We are Clerics of the Dark Maiden. If you wish to bathe and wash away the colors of battle from your body, let me know. There is a spring next to our settlement that would serve your needs."

She absentmindedly looked into the woods. "But first things first." Aunrae turned and faced the group of warriors to her left. "You guys go and scout out the area. Look for any chance survivors- and for tracks of the orcs. Don't attack unless attacked. Try to stay on the outskirts of their encampment."

Her gaze seemed distant as she thought through the next course of actions. "We'll need to set up a resistance." She said to herself. Turning back to Corollaire, she added "What say you?"

[Elenmosyne]

"I say show me the spring and get me some arrows." Corollair declared happily, glancing over at the priestess and looking slightly uncomfortable momentarily, "Uh... I don't have to go nude do I? I'm rather fond of my clothing and all..." she scratched the back of her neck uneasily.

[spidersKiss]

Aunrae let out a light laugh. "No no. You don't need to go nude. It is just our way of professing the natural beauty of dance and music. Follow me."

A short while later the group emerged into a watering hole. There was a waterfall that emptied its clear pristine waters into the spring. The rocks surrounding the spring were smoothe and sparkling.

"The settlement is a few hundred yards to the left of here. When you are finished, you will find arrows there." Aunrae walked back to the settlement to prepare a defense

[LordBasillicus]

Dante heard voices, but he wasn't sure if it was people or just his quickly weakening mind playing tricks on him. Almost blindly he stumbled towards them. His body had gone numb long ago after the pain had become too much to bear. He barely noticed stumbling into the arms of a pair of women. He looked up into their faces and recognized one. They had met a couple of weeks before the battle when their forces had merged. The other was unfamiliar, but comforting. Blood trickled from his mouth when he coughed and he moaned as the arenaline began to recede. "Help me..." he managed to croak out before slipping into unconsciousness

[Elenmosyne]

"Quick you have to heal him!" Corollaire said, "He's good, I promise!" She looked him over and lowered Date slowly to the ground, "Hey, come on, two beautiful women surrounding you, you gotta wake up."

[LordBasillicus]

Dante managed a smile at that. Healing magic was closig his wounds and he was able to recognize the voice. "Corollaire, you know just how I like to wake up." He coughed again, but this time it lacked the blood from before. "Do me a favor please. Pull that spearhead and arrow out of me."

[Drizztmonk]

There was a loud crash in the woods to the left of the group, Followed by a young elf boy. He looked at the girls then at the man on the ground, he quickly turned away from them. "sorry!" He had silvery white hair and a few dark spots on his face, he was dressed in basic cloth and leather. "I just cras..., i mean fell out of a tree."

[Zap]

A sudden comotion just ahead of them came nearly immediatly after the small elven boy. Another young elf, barely ten, only drow, and female this time, stumbled into the clearing, scratches on her face, her plain black dress torn.
Seeing the non-drow group, she gave a yelp and started to run backwards, tripping over a rock and sprawling across the ground. She crawled to her feet and shook, keeping her sapphire blue eyes locked on the ground.
"P-please, oh, please, d-don't k-kill me," she sobbed, looking up to them pleadingly. "I'll l-leave, b-but, be careful, there's o-orcs behind me!" Her long, white, dirty and tangled hair hung limply about her slender frame, and her bare, ebony feet were rough and bleeding.
"Oh please," she said, partially regaining her voice, kneeling in front of them with her hands open in front of her in a sign of peace. "P-please, don't k-kill me..."

[nekronocturnal]

OOC: Perfect place for my two twin bards! <^_^> Ish Rhindani.

IC: They call us traitors and liars.

They proclaim we are spiteful starters of fire

but we're only beggers, bards, and two leggers
From the Ethereal plane!

The twins sang, putting their arms over the other's shoulder. Terra'klai was the oldest of the pair, albiet shorter. Her hair was raven black with purple streaks throughout, falling in rough tresses down to her waist. Violet eyes looked up at Cailum, who was a taller, male copy of herself. Their skin matched the night sky tone of a drow's.
A pair of small horns peered out from behind Terra's ears, and her thick, reptilian tail swished back and forth, letting the violet plumes decorating the tip sway back and forth. Her wings were fashioned lie a dragon's but coated in a layer of great feathery plumes.
Cailum grinned and let go of his sister as he heard someone scream. "Huh? You hear that?"

Terra was leaned against a tree, coughing and spitting blood from her broken lungs as she tried to breathe. "I... heard... it..." She gasped, holding a clawed hand to her chest. They both ran out into the clearing, and Cailum's jaw dropped. "Oh by Eilistraee and Olidammara and Hlal!" He gasped, looking at his sickened sister.
Terra'klai lifted her head and followed her brother, looking at the entire group. Her eyes fell on a young elf girl and her instincts made her walk out from the brush.

"What are you doing?!" Cailum hissed, but he watched as his sister kneeled in front of the battered drow girl.

"You said orcs are behind you? Is this how you ended up so tattered?" She asked with a gentle gleam in her eyes. Normally she wasn't so kind, but this was a child before her eyes. "I won't let anyone kill you, drow." She said in a low hum, standing up and ignoring everything around her as she stared deep into the direction where the girl had ran from.

[Zap]

OOC: *dances* Yay! *hugs da Rhin*
IC:

"Y-yes," the young girl answered, looking up for a moment before again pinning her eyes to the ground. "There's more than I've ever seen in the woods before, and usually I can avoid them or lead them into traps, but this time they... caught me..." Her voice was steadier, but a few tears still streamed down her cheeks.

Nervously, she stood up and unconsciously played with the edge of her black dress, revealing the tail end of a long gash on her right leg.

"My name is S-sinraess," she softly admitted, glancing fearfully back the way she had come.