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Imaxle Zaughym of the 13th house and Bergjss Do’Zynge of the 15th house are Drows and were born in Menzoberranzan. They were secretly friends and they would go out when the light of Narbondel glowed low. They felt unbearably foreign in a place they know as home. When together they did not use here Proper names instead Imaxle was Kellick and Bergjess was Shelia.
House Do’Zynge was plotting to destroy house Zaughym, for they have fallen out of Lolth's Favor. Shelia feared for Kellick's safety and when Narbondel was showing a dim glow, she snuck out to find Kellick. Kellick was going to the cave that served as the hide out when Shelia jumped on his back and gave him a big hug. He saw great pain when he stared into the glowing red orbs moistened by concern. "What is wrong my dear friend?" water coming to his eyes from feeling the sorrow in Shelia nearly ripping him apart.
"I'm glad you are safe" she said, hugging him again, this time with two rivers running down her slender face. "Matron LiNeeereth Do'Zynge has begun the attack on you house, and I am the one to kill you..." caching her breath and trying to stop crying she continued "...but I love you to much!"
"I love you too" then Kellick instinct kicked in when he spied the shadow in the cave twitch. His left sword appeared in his hand behind Shelia to bate the creacher out by making it think it had the element of surprise. Then Shelia, who noted the red glowing orbs of something looking in the infrared spectrum, drew her short sword. Her eyes glowed crimson while she was looking through the infrared spectrum. They see a crouched elf form. “Get Ready!” Kellick whispered to her.
“I’m always ready” she replied. They spun, drawing their other swords, into a defensive crouch. the streams of sliver hair flying out of their faces.
The elf stood up, “Name yourselves and reason you’re out of Menzoberranzan, NOW!” he demanded in the drow tong. Shelia and Kellick where caught off guard for only a second.
“You have no right to ask houseless drow, now defend yourself!” Kellick shouted as loud as he dared. Kellick charging doing a double slash down from left to right suddenly dropped to his knees now going for the hip and the right knee, then following that same motion he slid his leags out from under him to trip the drow, but was foiled by a jumping parry. Then a short sword coming down from his left opposite the long sword to his right suddenly stopping on two short swords above kellick’s head held by the sneaky Shelia, her black skin blending into the shadow in the normal site spectrum.
“Imaxle, Bergjss, it you is it not!” The drow said.
“Lymeaufeinyrr, I thought you were dead on that raid 20 years ago. What happened up there?” Kellick asked relived to see his brother alive. Shelia’s face seamed to brighten instantaneously as she ran over to hug him
“You know how no other drow made it back alive when they where killing the surface dwellers. Just hearing the screams, I lost it. Lets get into the cove and I will tell you the story.”
“We need to get little Sammy out since our house is going to be destroyed.” Kellick worried again for his little sister who was still innocent to the ways of the drow. “I can’t go back to the city or your cover is blown Shelia. What do you need to bring back to show that I am dead?”
Tears coming back to her eyes she said “I need the neck pouch drenched in you blood.”
“You’re a Priestess, right? You can heal us afterward?” Lymeau Said.
“What do you mean US?” Shelia nervously asked.
“You will be praised if you killed both your target and a renegade drow of the same family. And I have healing salve that does wonders on deep wounds.” Lymeau insisted
“I don’t think I have the nerve to do it.” Shelia cried.
“Lymeau and I will fight. All you have to do is heal us.” Kellick interjected.
“Ok let us spar with solid hit but no vitals.” Lymeau said happily.
“Let’s see how well I have learned.” Kellick replied eagerly as he readied both of his long swords as Lymeau, who fought differently then most fighters who duel-wield, readied his long sword in his left hand (even though his dominant hand is his right) and his short sword in his right.
“We have no time! I’ll go get Sammy and we’ll be back here in a few minutes.” Shelia insisted.
“Wait, how are you going to get in?” Kellick asked.
“I found one of your priestess dead and I have been infiltrating for a week now.” Shelia explained
“I though I saw you in the temple.” Kellick replied in shock.
“Get going Bergjss!” Lymeau instructed Shelia.
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