Thread: The drow
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Kaoru glanced around the chamber while Etharion looked Catti over, and noticed the bottles and flasks on the shelves on the walls. Stepping closer, she realized that some bottles had been taken recently, most likely by the one who had accosted Catti-Brie. She started picking up bottles, examining their color and thickness in the light from a torch nearby. She pulled the top off of some of them, catchin a whiff of a few. One or two made her sneeze.
"Wait, Catti-Brie, do you know who attacked you?" she asked, turning back to the other two, while holding a couply small flasks in each hand. She put them in her bag, and tied about five small reddish colored ones to her belt.
"yes, i know who attacked me. But i don't think he meant to hurt me, he needs my help," Catti murmmured. Glancing down at the ground, she noticed the dried spots resembling the tears on her hand. Stifling a gasp, Catti stood up and began to follow the trail of dried tears out of the small alcove, motioning for the others to follow in silence. Giving no heed to their clueless expressions, she simply set off without explaining or waiting for them to follow. As Catti exited the alcove, a quiet whisper spoke in her head of despair and hopelessness but no directions. Pushing it back in her mind, she continued to follow the trail.
Catti paused as she caught sight of movement at the end of the tunnel. Pausing, she stood still and watched. After a second, she gently whispered, "Loss, are ye there?" She stood motionless, waiting expectantly for a response.
Loss squinted to see who this being was, he recognised the voice, and closing his eyes he thought back to when he first heard that voice, he remembered the distant memory when he looked into her eyes. He sighed, and forgetting where he was he went to speak out to her, but stopped mid-way and made a high-pitched squeak noise and shut his eyes tight and lowered his head, awaiting for the next turn of events.
Catti reached out and touched Etharion's arm, restraining him. Motioning for them to stay back, Catti disappeared into the shadows and knelt at Loss' side. She wrapped her arms around him as a crimson tear slid down her cheek.
"I'm sorry we were so cruel to ye. Will ye forsake the darkness and become one of my companions?" Catti whispered gently, meeting his gaze fearlessly.
Rising slowly, he drew his sword and rested his head on the blade, tilted his head and stared at Etharion, then Kaoru, then back at Cattie, smiled slightly, then lifted the blade up and went to take his own life........
(heres a chance to stir it up, dramatic event........ )
Catti had felt the breath rush out of her lungs when Loss placed the blade to his own neck, but at the sight of him hurtling backwards, she suddenly found her voice and hearing herself scream his name, she raced to his side and cradled him as she had Drizzt earlier. Gesturing towards the sword, she said:
"can someone please hand me my blade? I think that he is incapable of hurting himself now. Thank ye fer helping Etharion."
Catti lightly traced the lines on his face as she thought about the look in his eyes when he had recognised her.
Kneeling near Catti-Brie, Kaoru could only wait with bated breath while Catti saw after Loss.
Age: very old
Physical Appearance: appearance is a bit human mostly elf (but he's an elf) slight rugged look to him, hair is slightly untidy, wears dark green cloak, wears mithril underneath green tunic, carries bow made of special wood, wooden and steel tipped arrows. Blade that always has a slight glow of blue.
Skills: Archery, alright with a sword, knows a bit of magic
Special Items/Weapons: steel tipped arrows- very penetrable, Elven blade well forged by elves.
wow thats the longest bio ive written
With the touch of Cattie and her hair that dangled softly on his face, Loss opened his eyes slowly and as he did, the red welled up and stayed. He looked with heavy eyes upon Cattie, ignoring the onlookers around them, stroked with the back of his fingers the hair that lay on his face and spoke in a gentle, whispered tone, 'I know your face' then paused, and looked back to his memory and saw her there, she seemed so familiar, almost identical to his past that he dwelt all thoughts on, then widened his eyes suddenly, he saw the background of his memory vanish as it swiftly turned into the dark place that he lay, but her face remained the same throughout the transformation. He placed his hands softly on her cheeks and squinted as if to try and remember something, he whispered, 'It can't be you', but still he saw her face in his memory, he placed a hand over his mouth and cheeks and the red tear fell and rolled from the outer corner of his eye to beneath his ear and fell on the floor, then silence.
"what do ye mean it can't be me? Have we met before these caves? What are ye talking about, Loss?"
Staying slightly on her guard at the memory of what had happened last time the red tears had started falling, she cautiously cradled him in a more upright position so he could speak easier.
Etharion could no longer understand anything the strangers were talking about.. And he was getting annoyed by all the red tears falling around.. These people cry to much.. And just as he thought that, sounds of approaching creatures could be heard gettting nearer and nearer..scuttling chitinous sounds.. "There's no time for tears in the Underdark!!You cry, you die. Get yourself's together, we have to move!!" yelled Etharion at the others.
Getting stronger with words, Loss shaken his head and wiped the watery substance from his face and said a little stronger, 'I do not know if we have met before, but there must be some connection, i can feel my presence of mind slipping away, that knock on the head, which has happened about 3 times now, a shelf, a big wooden door, and now a brick wall, it must have triggered something off, i do not know what it is, but i feel like i have found something that was lost many a year ago.' Then turing to Etharion, 'Do not let these tears fool you, they are mearly a consequence of an accident i had in that small room i found, there is no need for crying on my part, there is no sobbing or inhaling quickly at hand here, they fall at their own will, and i am not sure if they will stop. I may also remind you that i have been a prisoner down here for longer a year than you think, master elf, so any tears of mine would be from the reminder of the pain i went through and still going through now, from this confusing event in my life im facing.'
Sitting up with the help of Cattie, he rubbed and stretched his neck, then hearing the oncoming noises and remembering the comment of Eharion, he spoke again, 'Get yourself's together, we have to move???' he said with a sarcastic tone, 'For one so great in power of spells, why should you fear them??? A name will not be remembered, if one runs the opposite way, let them come, and although you may think that this approach is another attempt for me to end my life, you are very much mistaken, for this new turn of events has changed alot of thoughts, i can see my past and future through her eyes' and looked at Cattie.
'But do as you wish, for i am in no place to give commands' and looked at the floor awaiting an answer.
Etharion smiled at Loss.. "Indeed i am powerfull..but even with being in the Underdark for a longer while it seems that you still dont understand all the horrors it contains.. We'r not very deep anyway.. I have spells but i cant expend them all at once and leave myself defencles.. Correlon knows how many of these monsters are around.. So we have to move.. Because i have a feeling that some 8 legged beasts are very eager to meet us.."
Etharion released a ball of fire at the first spiders, and a few of them fell to the ground crisped. But others just scutled over..
Shrugging off her sudden exhaustion, Kaoru jumped at the spiders, her two flaming blades blazing, the sword up high, the dagger low. She gripped the hilts of each weapon tighter than before and ducked and rolled her body into a larger concentration of the spiders, surrounded by about four.
Holding her blades around her body, one high, one low, Kaoru effected a sort of corkscrew, granted hers was not as fast as the one who taught her, it was still deadly quick to those now seemingly clumsy spiders. The flaming blades sliced through some of each of the four monstrosities' legs. She then put her back to three, and focused on one of them, slashing and swinging her blades so quickly that it was forced back into a corner, away from the others, where she finished it by feinting to go under the creature, but instead ducked back up, and quickly sliced its head in two.
She snarled, seeming to not notice her pallor and turned back to her remaining three spiders.
Name: El-Bethar Kasmulvedin
Race: Human Necromancer
Appearance: Wears a long black cloak that bears the sigil of a long-forgotten family of respectable wizards. His robe is grey, like the ashes of the dead. He has long, blonde hair with intense blue eyes that bear the weight of many winters.
Weapons: He uses the sword Talfing, as well as an aged staff, given to him by his father before his death.
El-Bethar sniffed the air in the cave. It had been a long time since his fellow companions had fallen in battle with cave-spiders, yet they still followed him, reanimated mockeries of life. El-Bethar sighed, looking upon the corpse of the ranger Behaan and sighed. He wouldn't see the land he loved, at least, not living.
Then he heard the scuttling of spider-feet in the caverns ahead, along with the sounds of battle. Bethar quickened his pace, rushing into the huge chamber.
"Spiders!? Why is it spiders!?" A voice yelled, rousing Bethar's attention. An elf with blue-black hair rushed a giant cave-spider with her daggers raised.
Bethar channeled the dark energies inside him, commanding his cadaver companions forward with his will. "Destroy the spiders! Avenge yourselves, even after your death!" cried Bethar, who raised his sword to charge as well.
All eyes were upon him, and none could find the right reaction to his sudden appearance. "Fear not, my fellow travllers! I come in peace! Let us fight this enemy together!"
As the others slaughtered the large spiders that were too weak to pose a threat to this company, silence once more returned to the cave.
Etharion looked at the elf with the bow and the human in grey, and he called out to them. "Hail there! Come closer so we can see the ones who gave us aid in this battle. We mean no harm." he said holding his palms up.
The two of them stepped into the light. "My name is El-Bethar. Whose company is it my pleasure to acquire?"
The wizard smiled. "Etharion is my name, friend. You are skilled with the sword, and your friend is skilled with the bow. Your company is quite skilled. Surely, you're travelling light in terms of manpower."
Bethar took a deep breath. "Yes. Quite light. In fact-"
The drow cut him off. "Your friend. He's dead. So are the rest of them. Yet they still walk."
All eyes were again on Belthar. "Yes, I am a necromancer."
Etharion's hesitation was evident. "A necromancer?"
The black haired elf scowled. "Those are the forbidden arts! How dare you pracice such evils in our presence?"
"Forgive me if I am trouble. I can go on my way if you wish... I did not mean offense to you, life-giver. I know these corpses are mere mockeries of the lives they once had. This one... this man... was once of your kind. He died, tragically, in passage to his homeland. I am simply fulfilling my oath to him, my oath to escort him to his land."
"Even after death?" Etharion queried.
"There is no death to a necromancer. Oaths are eternal, loyalties even more so." Belthar bowed slightly, his black cape betraying its sigil. The Drow's eyes opened wide.
"You are of the Kasmulvedin house! That cursed house of wizards..." he said.
"You... know of Kasmulvedin?"
"I am an old friend of Darien, the leader of your house. My name is Drizzt! What a fortuitous meeting!"
"Drizzt Do'urden?" Belthar asked, incredulous. "Had you been in the light, I would have recognized you instantly! Our meeting is indeed fortuitous!" Belthar nodded to himself.
The rest of the party reluctantly stepped into the light, inroducing themselves one at at a time to Belthar...
(Sorry if I inferred too much dialogue... If it's bugging you, just let me know. Oh, and I kind of forgot you existed, Hali. ^_^ Just... yeah. You existed.)
Rumil couldn't tell whether to welcome the silence or detest it. Welcome the silence, why not the huge spiders were all dead! And Rumil only used two Arrows! Or detest the silence, for this was when all the travellers would meet the now two newcomers, seeing that another dark clad human had appeared. But then a voice welcomed both newcomers, and seeing them closer, Rumil saw they were friendly. 'Or seem friendly' muttered Rumil walking forward slightly, 'ill be ready' Rumil shouldered his bow but kept one hand near his blue blade, just in case.
Looking on at the new travellers, Loss, who was still being held by Cattie, moved over to the left where the shadows engulfed his body, only his eyes could be slightly seen, a pale blue and dark red. Felling along the ground, he felt for a stone or two and looked through the small crowd of warriors, then threw one low and quick at the zombie's feet. Then threw the second one, high and fast, it flew over everyone and down the silenced tunnel and hit the arrow off the string from the other visitor lurking in the shadows.
He felt stronger and not as dazed as before, he reached forward and grabbed his bag, turned to Cattie and whispered, 'It seems that I have no place here, insane I may be, but sense I still speak' he paused. He stood up slowly, kept within the shadows and walked slowly back down the tunnel.
Kaoru coughed as her blades returned to normal. She stumbled a bit, walking over to where the others were gathered, and slid the sword and dagger into respective sheathes. Covering her mouth with her hand, she coughed again, and didn't look the least bit surprised when she saw blood in her palm.
She wiped her hands on her cloak, and took a sip of water she had brought with her down here. Soon her skin had nearly returned to its normal shade and she began to feel better as well. Replacing the water in her bag, she tucked a strand of her hair behind one ear and smiled slightly. As she was about to greet the ones who assisted them in the battle with the spiders, she caught the word necromancer...
"You are a necromancer?" she acted shocked and taken aback, though she had noticed the zombiefied person with him immediately. She turned momentarily to the other newcomer and said, "I am not certain who you are, but I thank you greatly for your help."
Then she smiled at the necromancer and walked over to him, saying, "Truly I am fascinated by the necromantic magicks, and by the way, my name is Kaoru."
"Ye cannot leave us now. Ye'll have to kill me first. Please stay," Catti murmured without loosening her grip, meeting his gaze firmly.
Once Catti had caught up to him, he smiled, then looking at her he said with a smile (which isn't that often) 'Now I know that you really do want me around, that's all I wanted to hear, now I feel more calm and less worried, I will stay with you, but only you, it seems that the others do not wish me to be part of their company, but if you wish me to, I will, but as your slave. That is my punishment I would wish upon myslef upon my actions' and smiled once more.
"I will not have a slave, ye are my equal. I will have ye assist me if that is your wish but not as a slave," she proclaimed, shaking her head in disgust. "Can we agree on that? We should join them in this fight."
Bethar nodded to Etharion. "My business here is to bring my friend to his homeland. Though he may be a corpse, I still owe him many a favor for services on our travels together."
Bethar turned to the young elf woman Kaoru. "Interested in the Necromantic arts? It is an accursed magick, only for those who have condemned themselves to a life of isolation and pain, as I have. You don't want that, trust me."
(in D&D elven customes are such that elves are burned when they die, for it is the purest way, and it is a prevention for any necromancers who wish to raise the corpses and use them in some evil way. That is why there are so few undead elves, and why other elves are so angry and mortified when they see a undead elf brethren..)
Belthar's face didn't change. "All life is sacred. Necromancy is merely a way to preserve it. At least, that's how I see it. However, a carcass is much easier to move when it walks by itself." Belthar gestured to the zombified elf, who stepped into the light, his body almost perfectly preserved. He was obviously killed recently, and bore very few flaws in his body, save for a hole in his chest where, apparently, a cave spider's mandible had pierced him.
"I'm sorry..." thought Belthar. "This was not the way for you to continue your life... But it must be done. We must make it to your homeland, whatver the cost..."
Belthar turned to his young friend, the black-haired elf. "The drow seems eager to get on with the journey. Mind if I tag along?"