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| Topic Started: Jan 14 2009, 09:37 AM (179 Views) | |
| Hurzal Myarn Teken'urden | Jan 14 2009, 09:37 AM Post #1 |
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The dark elf, no, he was Drow, and he wouldn't forget it, made his way quietly through the maze of tunnels of caves, that burrowed beneath the Ysuelte. He was nearly three centuries old, but still had the art of stealth like his much younger days. His red eyes scanned the area, noticing orc, and troll alike, all milling about in the sweltering heat of the sun that filled sparce bits and pieces of Arangoth with light. Damn that accursed Sun of the surface world, even still, some three hundred yards away from the heat his eyes detected through the rock, and the soft thrum of footsteps above, he could see the heat around him, the intense greens, yellows, and oranges were enough to cause him to step back and close his eyes. He rubbed at his eyes before opening them again. Blinking at the specks that filled his vision now, and the constant blur of heat. With another curse, he turned, and started heading deeper into the ground, moving quietly past the Orc guards he had passed to get into the city district. He slipped on a rock, sending a couple of stones crumbling to the ground. He bit his lip, turning to see if the orcs had noticed, only to see they had fallen asleep. He slapped his forehead in agitation before continuing further down into the mountains, and heading east, away from the damnable inferno ball in the sky. He knew where he was heading, he had often watched the rise of the darkening night sky from Tirnag Mell, the cliff face that the Sun seemed to desire to melt with its intensity in the morning. Once, Hurzal had fallen asleep just inside of one of the cave mouths, only to awaken the next morning to the intense glow of the fire ball. His head had hurt for more than a week after that, and had driven him so far underground he wasn't certain how many days transpired before he came back up to the surface. But with the Sun falling to the west, he thought it would be safe to get a peak out at the ocean and star studded sky. They always thrilled him with their shimmering blues and dark greens, and the multitude of colors swimming around just beneath the surface of the water. Once he had even seen a dragon fly over head, its body heat so high that it was nothing more than a white blur. Settling down far enough back to avoid even a glint of sunlight, Hurzal allowed his eyes to see beyond the stones in front of him, and could see the orcs in their caves, some with fires burning, other eating meat, which was quickly growing cold. But more than that, he could see the heat of the oceans surface, ever moving, ever shifting, like a rainbow that couldn't be stopped and had no end. It filled him with peace as he laid his head back and quickly fell asleep. |
 "...today you can hardly mention the drow in the presence of gamers without sparking an argument. Some players love playing drow characters, while other players won't play in a game that allows drow PCs. Some GMs love the concept of "renegade" drow who have turned against their sinful ways to become champions of good, while others gag and gnash their teeth over the very concept. Even the name riles up gamers-there are at least two ways to pronounce the word, and I wouldn't put it past someone to come up with a third and a forth. No matter how vocal people get about drow, the fact remains that everyone knows them and everyone talks about them." | |
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| Vasily | Jan 14 2009, 10:30 AM Post #2 |
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There were no stars out that night, a powerful storm had taken hold over the sea and in turn the ship Vasily was standing on. The deck of the massive wood structure rocked backwards and forwards, almost throwing the Dragon Soul off the edge. Vasily's knuckels were white as the boat rocked and the wind snapped his hair like hundreds of whips in his face, the rain pelted his head relentlessly. The Amethyst Ranger turned around as a snapping sound from nighmares crashed over the sound of the slashing wind. The giant mast of the ship had snapped in half, the rigging was in ribbons and the cliff face of Tirnag Mell was just to the port side of the masterwork ship. The Amethyst Spirit's face grew pale as the wind and waves tossed the ship closer to the rocks on the port side. Sharp eyes flashed to the tangled rigging to find something to escape the pending shipwreck, finaly his gaze rested on the longest length of rope in the broken rigging. Taking a moment to get an arrow with a piercing head from his quiver Vasily attatched the rope to the projectile. Another moment and the other end of the rope was tied so it had a loop that functioned as a handle held in Vasilys left hand. Taking careful aim wit hthe tip of the arrow Vasily loosed it from his right hand, and it cut a path across the lightning streaked sky. The metal arrow burried it's head in the stone of Tirnag Mell, just in time for the Dragon Soul to swing free of the massive ship as it slammed port-side first into a huge stone. Boots hit the wet rock and started climbing, without a single look back at the people Vasily had been sailing with for the past three months. After reaching the place where the arrow met the rock Vasily yanked the precious projectile free of the stone's iron grasp. Taking a look at the ship wreck he noticed for the first time how close he was to death, Ea's voice resounded in his mind. Yes Vasily, very close indeed. What does not kill us only makes us stronger, rembmer that. However now we must brave the caves of a world that does not bid welcome to outsiders. "Don't remind me." With a small sigh and a quick wipe of his face to clear the rainwater from his eyes the Amethyst Archer turned his back to the sunlight for an unknown amount of time, and wandered alone into the uncharted caves and tunnelways of Tirnag Mell. |
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| Hurzal Myarn Teken'urden | Jan 15 2009, 04:11 AM Post #3 |
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The oncoming storm had woken Hurzal hours ago, even from the safety back inside the caves, he could still see the intense heat of the lightning shattering the calm wet, cold rain that rocked the stormy waters below. The lightning, he had seen it before, light brighter than the accursed Sun, it messed with his eyes, blinding him so bad the pain had brought him to his knees. Now he stood out, watching the fire fall from the sky in sheeted points like arrows striking randomly. He wondered if it was one of the surface Gods, tormenting the lower lifeforms with its panic inducing storms, but he didn't know any such Gods. So it wasn't so much a surprise when he heard the snapping of wood, and could only roll his eyes, as he saw nearly twelve little red orbs of heat fly this way and that, as they crashed into the water, only one didn't move like the others, and seemed to be gliding toward the rock face. Taking a thick piece of cloth he tied it over his eyes, knowing that it wouldn't deter his heat sensing sight, he moved toward the entrance of the cave, his scimitar at the ready. At the mouth of the cave, he looked around, spotting a figure climbing the stones. Looking around he also could see the intense bulking heat of the Orcs, no doubt licking their lips in hope of mutilated bodies washing up on the rocks for them to eat. He could also see some moving through narrower passages toward the nearest cave the man was climbing toward. Waiting for another blast of lighting, Hurzal leaped from the cave, grasping onto an outstretched root as he curved himself back into one of the caves. It wasn't his place to stand against nature's law of survival of the fittest, but Orcs he deemed, were unnatural. He moved through the empty cavern until he found a crack, just large enough for him to squeeze through leading into another cave. Scimitar at the ready, he saw one of the heavy orcs walking toward him, its great weight causing it to shine like a beacon to him, as well as shaking the cave floor. Waiting for his moment to strike, and hiding behind a rock, he let the Orc walk past him. As the orc neared the mouth of the cavern though, the Drow Ranger leaped from his hiding spot and dug his scimitar into the back of the brutes neck, killing it instantly before it could scream. Ducking down, he dragged the brute back further into the cave, so he could see the man, and judge his character with out bias. |
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| Vasily | Jan 15 2009, 05:47 AM Post #4 |
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The cave was darker than Vasily thought it would be, the first turn had blocked all the light from the flashing lightning and now total darkness was all around him. The Dragon's Eye that Ea Catriona had given him did alot to help, he could see the walls and rocks. However there was only one color, everything was different shades of Amethyst purple. A second turn had taken him to a place where the cave had stopped being rough stone and seemed to be polished granite, with flecks of mica. If he could see the colors of the stones Vasily knew that it would look like glittering amber gemstones against the cool gray of the grantire rock. You have a poet's mind Vasily, it is wise to know your suroundings just don't get to caught in the stone and loose track of your feet. The Dragon Sould rolled his eyes, Ea was always reminding him to keep on track with what he was doing. At first the Amethyst Archer was happy that the bartender offered to keep his daggers in his office, but Vasily hadn't seen the crash landing in the Orc territory comming. All he had with him was the enchanted dagger that he bought from an alchemist, his longsword and bow. Not only that but he was wearing the Amethyst ring that Ea had insisted he take with him, that would act like a shining light to all the Orcs looking for a token of a good kill. Still in thought Vasily turned a third corner and was greated to an unusualy short and stocky Orc standing no more than four feet away. Thinking fast the Dragon Soul drew his bowstring back and loosed an arrow that landed between the eyes of the Orc. The massive creature slumped backwards and fell with a heavy thump to the granite floor. The Amethyst Ranger's hands were shaking as he slowly walked over to the body. Blood was pooled around the back of the Orc, more than should have been for that short an amount of time. The position of the dead creature was strange as well, it had slumped backwards and had pinned it's legs under the bulk of it's body. Vasily quickly put away his bow and drew his longsword as he noticed one final thing, there was an exit wound in the Orc's chest. One arrow could not have made that mark, mostly because it had lodged in the huge skull of the creature. "Show yourself assassin!" The Norther Avalonian's voice hung in the stale air of the tunnel long after his words had stopped echoing off the stone walls that now seemed to press in on him at every turn. |
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| Hurzal Myarn Teken'urden | Jan 16 2009, 01:34 AM Post #5 |
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Hurzal slapped his forehead at the loud shouting of the man. Ok, he had dully noted that the man was either very brave, or very stupid. To yell out into orc infested caves was suicide, easily giving away one's complete advantage. He turned, his eyes still covered by thick cloth so only the heat would make its way through. He silently cursed in his head as he saw several large, powerful heat patterns moving toward their position. With so many it wasn't likely he would go unseen. He reached is hand back, feeling the wall behind him and finding the crack he had used before, quietly he moved back through the seemingly solid wall, and into the original cavern, just in time to see a few orcs turning a corner ahead of him. Rather than attack immediately, he decided to see how the other would do in a fight, a good way to decide whether or not to introduce himself. He climbed up the rocky side of the cavern to a shelf that ran the length of the cave, a tool he had used many times, and began to make his way after the fast approaching orcs. He removed his bow from his back and quickly brought an arrow to string, waiting to see whether or not he would be needed. He guessed by the heat, they all blurred together at the moment from bottle necking, that there were as many as five orcs, each seemingly carrying a weapon. An intense roar let him know that the first had seen his own handy work with the dead orc the other man had shot in the skull. Good luck, stranger. He pulled the bow string back, with all the strength he could in his right arm, and attempted to hold it steady, his arm shaking from the strain of his nearly completely numb arm. The pain from the old arrow would was gone, but not its effects, it haunted him still the day he had made such a horrible mistake in judgment, and it seemed it would stick with him through out his life. |
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| Vasily | Jan 16 2009, 10:39 AM Post #6 |
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The last thing the Dragon Soul wanted to see was Orcs, but there they were, four of them all headed towards him. A string of curses came from the Ragner's mouth as he turned around and backstepped to the corner he had just turned before finding the dead Orc. A roar from the tunel told him that one of the other creatures had seen the assassin's work. The first hulking beast was so large Vasily only reached his shoulder, an upward thrust of the longsword sent the shining blade through the creature's jaw and into it's skull. One Down, three to go Taking down the last three would have been easy, if the Dragon Longsword hadn't gotten stuck in the first beast's skull. Letting go of the hilt of his prized sword Vasily grasped the handle of the axe the Orc had been holding, the one it dropped when steel went into it's skull. The pig iron axe was heavy, too heavy to swing with one hand so another was needed to lift it over the Archer's head. The second Orc to reach the Ranger stoped when he was the small man hefting the large axe. Vasily dropped the huge blade and grabbed the living creature's dagger from it's belt and burried it in the monster's eye. The last Orc stopped when he saw his fallen partners, however Vasily was unarmed save his bow that was slung over his shoulder. The hulking form rasied a powerfull arm and in the hand the Amethyst Archer could see a vicious curved blade with hundreds of razor teeth. |
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| Hurzal Myarn Teken'urden | Jan 16 2009, 11:56 AM Post #7 |
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The drow watched the other's work on the orcs that had come thus far. Three orcs had entered the cavern, and three lay dead, but the last continued to march onward, probably spurred by the hope of a meal. The ragged cloth around Hurzal's eyes did little to truly hinder his sight, but the weakness in his arm was becoming more and more apparent. When the creature raised its weapon, he could not hold back any longer, and the throng of his bow string echoed out, the arrow entering the back of the orc's neck smoothly, and becoming stuck only after exiting the other side. The filed edges, like small hooks, had torn the throat of the great beast asunder, leaving it with blood gurgling from its mouth and pouring down its chin and neck like a waterfall. Hurzal groaned at the loss of the arrow, he would have to retrieve it. Still uncertain of the others motives, he was wary about climbing down, but in the darkness beneath the world, arrows were hard to come by. Putting his bow behind his back, he removed his dagger, holding it in his left hand, as he hopped down from the shelf he had been crouched upon. He had lost sight of the other man, but knew that he could not be seen either. Reaching up on his toes, he gripped the arrow tightly in his grasp and wretched it from the still standing orc, the sudden jerking motion forcing the already dead orc to tumble backwards nearly landing on the drow ranger, who deftly moved out of the way. He turned his gaze toward the man, his head shaking. "Tch varstel na belooma." He said, his voice sounding disappointed in the other man's actions. His fighting had been spectacular, could have used some work, but when for orcs rush in, he did what anyone could do. No, he was disappointed in the yelling, in such caverns yelling was a good way to get yourself killed. "Resno vanstu cantula." The drow said, waving a hand for the man to follow him as he began back out of the cavern along the route the orcs and he had come from. He stopped turning back toward the man, "Resno vanstu cantula... resma." He added, bringing a finger to his lip before crouching down into the shadows, his still cloth covered eyes looking for heat patterns amongst the miles of stone for more on coming orc. |
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| Vasily | Jan 16 2009, 12:25 PM Post #8 |
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The Amethyst Archer was sure he would be dead, another moment and the deadly blade would have cut into his body and he would have been done for. At what seemed to be the last second an arrow had speared the creature's neck, killing it with as little suffering as was needed. Bringing one hand up to his face Vasily touched a spot where Orc blood had spattered onto his cheek, that would draw attention. A few seconds later a much smaller figure dropped into view and took out the arrow that had killed Vasily's would-be killer. The Archer was still in a daze, he was saved by that tiny thing? It wanted him to follow it? Quietly? "Oh, right yea. Hold on a moment." Vasily turned around and stopped, if it hadn't spoken anything he could unrstand it wouldn't understand anything he said. Bending down and wrapping two hands around the hilt of the longsword Vasily tried, and failed, to wrench it from the skull of the beast. Scratching the back of his head and holding up ont finger to the creature that saved him he looked for something to help. The Ranger's eyes passed over the dagger in the Orc's eye and he pulled it from the brain. Using the sharp knife like a carving blade he took the Orc's head apart to ease the removal of the longsword. After he finaly got the sword free he punched the air and yelled at the dead, and mutilated Orc. "This is MY sword." With a twitch Vasily realized his voice was echoing around the cave. Edited by Vasily, Jan 16 2009, 12:25 PM.
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| Hurzal Myarn Teken'urden | Jan 17 2009, 06:21 AM Post #9 |
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To say the drow was stunned was beyond an understatement. He had just helped save a guys life, and now here he was putting them in danger again. Of course Hurzal could have left him there, let him find his own way up to the surface, it was obvious that with the human's instincts he wouldn't make it more than a day in the wilds beneath the lands. Hurzal was watching the caverns, looking for heat when a sudden loud shout from behind him had him turn around, his white hair flying around his head and ears. "Dos ush'akal, ph' biu mal'ai." He turned his attention back to the caverns, wondering if it was to late to leave the human behind and simply descend into the caverns below. But his soul wouldn't let him leave the man to his own demise. "Nin, inbau ugul lu' zu'tour phor." He said, once more placing his finger to his lips and ducking down into the shadows, where with his dark skin, and covered eyes, he would have disappeared if not for his stark white hair. Quickly he raised his hood over his head, nearly disappearing into the shadows completely before beginning to move, hoping the insane human at his back would follow. He moved around the connecting tunnel of the two caverns as silently as a mouse, barely even allowing himself to breath, until he reached the entrance to the cavern. The storm, just on the outer lips of the cavern still blew, and the rain splashed upon the inner sanctum of the caves with splashes that would seem unceasing when added with the fury of lightning bolts meant to dazzle and confuse. But Hurzal knew his path well. With a running leap, he flew from the cavern into the open air, once more gripping the hanging root with his hands. Lightning flashed and nearly caused his hands to slip, but he found resolve, using his momentum to swing back and then forwards again, swinging his legs onto the cavern above. His weakned arm groaned at the prospect of his next move, but he knew it would be the only way. He released his left arm, gripping the stone of the caverns of Ternag Mell, before pulling himself into the cavern's maw, rolling on the ground to a stop just a few feet in from the splattering rain. He leaped to his feet, but remained crouch, his eyes searching the stone walls for signs of life, before he stood, and began ringing the wetness of the world outside from his clothes. |
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| Vasily | Jan 17 2009, 07:37 AM Post #10 |
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Lookign at the small creature that had saved his life the Dragon Soul was a little confused. It had said something in that language again, but it didn't sound like a compliment. Once again the man, creature, thing put it's finger to it's lips and bade him to be quiet. Vasily realized that his tounge was loose this night and he needed to do something to keep himself silent. Taking off a glove he tore a small peice of leather from the inside and placed it in his mouth. Anything he said with the cow hide between his teeth would be nothing more than a mumble. Following the person that had helped him with the Orc problem he had, the Amethyst Archer watched as the creature bounced it's way to another cave. Following the example Vasily stepped backwards to the edge of the cave he was in. Running forward the Ranger jumped at the oposite edge of the cave and reached out, his hand catching the exposed root. With a swing of his legs and a relaxing of his hand Vasily flipped around and landed with his left foot on the top of the root. His right hand gripped the plant and his left was helping his balance by pressing against the wet rock. A sharp exhale later the Archer was ready to jump again, this time he stood up on one foot and then sprung off the root. Just as he left the exposed plant it snapped, ending his jump short. A frantic grasping of air later his hands finaly gripped the rock, but the water was fast making his grip worse and worse. Thinking fast Vasily closed his eyes, and let go with his left hand. Concentrating as hard as he could he created a cyclone of air in his palm the size of a mango, and dropped it into the surounding air. Quickly casting another wind spell a small spike of air peirced the cyclone and let loose the energy, sending the Dragon Ranger shooting upwards. Landing on the stone feet first was a suprise to Vasily, he expected to land on his skull. Smunsou astahi krikvlic astahi gix astahi valignat astahi svent astahi! The words comming from nowhere that could be seen tore through the mind of the Twin Soul Warrior, once again in a language he could not understand. The words were so loud and so persistant that it drove the man to his knees, just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore the voice stopped. Standing upright again Ea Catriona was silent, and for some reason that worried Vasily. |
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| Hurzal Myarn Teken'urden | Jan 18 2009, 12:36 AM Post #11 |
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Hurzal backed away from the confusing man, obviously this guy had more problems than anyone Hurzal had ever met. One moment, he leaped majestically into the cave mouth, and the next he was on his knees his face contorted in pain. The drow had to wonder if the actions before were because he was just not used to the terrain, or perhaps it was something else, possibly something was wrong with his brain. Unsure, he let his left hand, the only hand with any strength behind it, his right now being useless just about, fall onto the hilt of his scimitar. He kept his distance, but looked worriedly at the man, something was strictly not right. He didn't even need his elven senses to alert him to that. His eyes focused on the man through the rag that covered his eyes, the heat from the man reading clearly, though there was something off from what he had seen in most people, it didn't seem that great a change. Another flash of lightning though caused him to turn his head abruptly from the searing heat that nearly blinded him and caused to back up a few paces. "Gu'e, dos tenu? Ph' dos viggtu?" He asked, still a bit nervous but walking closer toward the down man, his hand fidgeting on the hilt of his scimitar as he looked around, hoping that no other orcs were on their way. He didn't like this, something was horribly wrong, and he didn't want to get in the way of an insane human any more than he did a rampaging orc. "L' uoi'nota zhah xusst xuil dos?" |
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| Vasily | Jan 18 2009, 04:13 AM Post #12 |
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The Dragon Soul was more than confused, is head was in blinding pain but the sensation was going away like a ringing of a bell. Shaking his head to clear the last remants of the mental blast the Amethyst Archer waved a dismissing hand at the creature. The attack was done, and he was fine. Ea's voice sounded in his skull after a few more seconds' I know that voice Vasily, it was from a Dragon a few centuries younger than myself. He is not happy with me for our last meeting. His words tell that, he spoke the language of dragons. "Bite them tear them claw them burn them slay them!" were the words of that fallen Crystal Dragon. The Dragon Ranger listened to the Amethyst Spirit in silence, there was a ferral dragon in these caves somewhere and one that had a deadly thorn in it's side. If he could speak to the person that helped him he would have told him about this discovery, but the creature's language was strange to him. Removing the strip of leather from his teeth the Twin Soul Warrior spoke, "I am fine my friend, let us move on." With the words he waved his hand to the tunnel before them, trying to show he was ready to move. Checking himself once again he cursed the lack of daggers he had, and his arrows were limited as well. |
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| Hurzal Myarn Teken'urden | Jan 18 2009, 06:03 AM Post #13 |
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The drow cocked his head to the side once more at the sound of the other being's language, to him they were nothing more than grunts and near hisses, so far from the eloquent language of his kinsmen. However, he knew the meaning of what he saw, something troubled the human, and whatever it was, to have such an effect, had to be near. With scimitar out, he slipped the cowl back over his head, hiding his brilliant white hair, so that himself and his clothes nearly completely vanished against the rocks that made up the cave's walls. How weird, it seemed to the drow, that his newest companion was utterly disturbing. It reminded him of his past more than a bit, and he hoped this would soon end. He was far closer to an elf in his traits, and their language, though broken to his ears, was still close to his own. Common tongue was difficult, different from the gutteral groans of gobliniods that were his usual meetings so far beneath the surface. It seemed a mix, though gutteral it held a smoothness that was close to elven. He would have to study on these creatures more, but probably when there weren't dozens of orcs around... and whatever had spooked his companion. Once more he took up the lead, his eyes moving swiftly beneath the cloth that covered his eyes. He moved down twisting tunnels, ignoring the sparkling gemstones that were barely etched out. It was not unknown for gnomes and goblins to pick at the rocks, and if they were about, he wasn't thrilled on meeting them with a human who seemed volatile as it was. Moving into the chamber where he had fallen asleep, Hurzal thought it would be best to take a higher road. Moving the scimitar to his teeth, he held it in his mouth, the smooth back of the blade pushing against the corners of his lips. Gripping the stone roughly with his left hand, he spaced out his feet and began finding foot holds as he climbed upward, careful not to use his right arm unless it was an emergency grapple. The ceiling here was nearly fifteen feet high, and the shelf he knew of was ten feet off the ground. Once he had gotten to the top, he turned toward his companion. "Queelas, udos xuat ssinssrin tlu atsus naut'kyn." He said, reaching his left hand down to help the human up. |
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"...today you can hardly mention the drow in the presence of gamers without sparking an argument. Some players love playing drow characters, while other players won't play in a game that allows drow PCs. Some GMs love the concept of "renegade" drow who have turned against their sinful ways to become champions of good, while others gag and gnash their teeth over the very concept. Even the name riles up gamers-there are at least two ways to pronounce the word, and I wouldn't put it past someone to come up with a third and a forth. No matter how vocal people get about drow, the fact remains that everyone knows them and everyone talks about them." | |
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| Vasily | Jan 25 2009, 03:35 AM Post #14 |
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The Dragon Knight watched his companion climb up the rock face, seeing the handholds and footrests that he used to scale the wall and reach the platform overhead. When the smaller man reached down to help Vasily up he politely waved it away, he used to climb the giant ice mountains that were almost flat. Reaching up and grasping a chunk of rock the Twin Soul cut his finger on the sharp stone. Mashing his teeth into the leather strip in his mouth Vasily refrained from making any noise, other than kicking the wall that resulted in a dull thunk. Reaching up again proved to be better the second time around, his hand wasn't cut open again nad he got all the way up to about five feet from the platform when an arrow bounced off the rock three inches from his right hand. He lost his grip and dropped to the hard ground, rolling to avoid damage to anything important. Reaching for his bow he found it useless, there was already a band of near fifteen goblins comming towards him. His hand moved from his bow to his sword, and drew the blade from it's sheath. Looking at the longsword the Amethyst Archer realized it would not be enough to fight off these beasts, he needed something more. Closing his eyes and concentrating hard he poured magic into the blade, and it began to lengthen and grow thinner. Soon enough it was transformed into a glaive. Holding the thing with two hands, the deadly point towards the goblins Vasily stood ready for the beasts to attack. |
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