The Lizard Rider.

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Bhaern Quel
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The Lizard Rider.

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*Looks at his blade as the death of his lizard was advenged, the three that chased him now laying dead at his feet, Drow blood covering his blade looks back to the ball of flame that was House Quel. The Matron, his sister dead, his brother no knowledge of. The children clearly would be dead by now. Options are few.
If presenting himself at council, something uncertain at best he could claim the law of failure and the city would be bound by law, if they followed it this time to distroy those that attacked the House. But would the council even acknolege him patron of House Quel when most of it was distroyed. There is unlikely even a remotely related female survived the attack. Some servents and slaves might still survive, but even gathering them together would be a hard thing to do. No it is not even worth trying to advenge his sister now, whom was defended as best he could but once dead is still dead.

The shadows cast by the flames makes it posible for him to be concealed from the few of the attacking House from seeing him, odds are they do not yet know of their last loses. Bends to the bodies of the last three searching the bodies, taking from them the weapons, and one House token, plus what other items that might be of use to him.*

I will build the House again. *Said softly, and glances to the House token* and House Quel will be advenged on you.

*Looks to one of the lizards that was riden in chase after him, that is near.* You will also come with me. *With all that was gathered arouches the lizard and quickly earns its aceptance, mounting quickly afterward rides off into the tunnels away from the city of his brith, any others of the House that survved would be doing the same if they stayed loyal to the House. Perhaps some can be found, there clearly will be things to be found. Just right now House Quel still lives.*

OOC: Welcome hunters, friends, foes, surviving House members
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OOC: Hmm a slightly odd character from me, who'd have thought it possible?

As the lone rider traverses the tunnels he comes to a bubbling spring in a small cave, a statue sits hunched over the surprisingly clear water. It's likeness is that of a human female dressed in tattered rags. On getting closer it is possible to see that the statue is actually clothed in rags, they are not carved onto the statue.
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Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple

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*Strange is posible danger, but water a needed resouse. Directs the lizard to the top of the tunnel as eyes peer though the darkness seeking signs of life. A dressed stuate means at one time there wew others here to dress it. Also if the water is wholesome others might be near. Waits for a time, watching and listening.*
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There is no sound in the tunnel for the time the rider sits there but the babbling of the stream and the drip of water on rock. Nothing moves either except when a stray breeze might move one of the rags on the statue. Eventually as the rider blinks or looks round momentarily, the statue's head has moved slightly when he looks back or opens his eyes again, it now faces away from the rider where before it was looking down at the stream.
Titles:

Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple

High Priest of the Church of Rooky :D
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Post by Bhaern Quel »

OOC: Sweet Maiden of the Song, bring more to me then one player.

IC: *looks at the sone figure, perhaps moving, but not moving. The wait so far has produced nothing of signs of life. Guides the lizard to the water and allows it to drink if it so chooss, a test of purity of the water. Dismounting from the lizard steps to the staute. In undercommon* I think you have seen better days, but so have I. I am Bhaern, of House Quel. Will you name yourself? *wondering if the stone did actually move even even if it did that it can speak.*
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Post by Nedylene »

Echoing through the silence of the tunnels is a strange sound, one not heard here often and therefore scarcely recognizable.It starts out a low whimpering, and turns into a full fledged, and heartrendering sob.It is the sound of a very small child crying.
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Re: The Lizzard Rider.

Post by Verlansia Arseaniamaen »

[quote="Bhaern Quel":vgjg2j4d]
*Looks to one of the lizards that was riden in chase after him, that is near.* You will also come with me. *With all that was gathered arouches the lizard and quickly earns its aceptance, mounting quickly afterward rides off into the tunnels away from the city of his brith, any others of the House that survved would be doing the same if they stayed loyal to the House. Perhaps some can be found, there clearly will be things to be found. Just right now House Quel still lives.*[/quote:vgjg2j4d]

[color=orange:vgjg2j4d]She hears a voice and waits until she can no longer hear any sound. The voice is muffled by her hands tightly pressed to her sensitive pointed ears. When it seems safe to move about she backs her way out of a narrow crevase. Her fingers and face are scratched and spattered with dried blood. She cannot see and feels along her face only to discover she has no eyes. The woman cringes, holding a hand over her mouth to silence her cries of anguish. She tilts her head and feels around the side of the tunnel. The only sound that can be heard is a soft breath of lonely wind. She tears a piece of cloth from her dress, tying it around the empty sockets of her eyes, and quietly moves father away from the scent of blood and encountering the faint trace of lizard stench. [/color:vgjg2j4d]
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OOC: She is a Deep Imaskarii but Bhaern wouldn't know that because they are so secretive.

IC: The statue's head moves to face Bhaern. "We sit together, the cavern and I. Until only the cavern remains." Up close it is plain to see that the statue is a perfectly carved human woman but with some odd features, beside the fact that she seems to be carved from solid black rock (obsidian/spider stone) that flows easily with only a slight creaking when she moves which makes her look almost like drow apart from build. A widow's peak leads to a long ponytail at the back reaching almost to her waist. The hair moves like normal hair yet looks like it too is hewn from stone.
Titles:

Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple

High Priest of the Church of Rooky :D
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Post by Bhaern Quel »

*Studing the statue, hears in the distance a sob, echoing in the tunnels. Perhaps someone in need of aid. The statue''s reply meaningless so recieves no reply. Urges the lizard to drink the water and fills a container with water. To perpare to search out the one that has cried out.*
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Post by Tyrmer »

The statue watches the rider prepare to leave without emotion or a tear. She has no more tears to shed. She takes in the wounds on the rider and empathisez with him, he has known sorrow, and pain and loss as she. "We are Unity, She That Watches the Water the Sea Kin call me when the come to offer sacrifice. Maiden of the Heart of the Earth by the Stone Kin when they take their fill of the water and lean on their axes." Her voice is quiet and soft, but makes Bhaern think of long lonelyness, and darkness beyond terror.
Titles:

Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple

High Priest of the Church of Rooky :D
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Post by Nedylene »

The childs loud sobs gradually fade into hiccupping whimpers.
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Which way to go...

Post by Verlansia Arseaniamaen »

[color=orange:2yzpyx3l]The smooth walls of the tunnels begin to feel colder, now becoming more rough in texture as she moves along.

0o...I must be moving farther away...o0

The air seems more open and the sound of her feet and hands moving no longer have echo inflections. She crouches down. Her hands feel along the floor. She catches the scent of fungus.

0o...probably mushrooms....o0[/color:2yzpyx3l]
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Post by Bhaern Quel »

*The statue appears to be melencoly and inteligent, Sea kin might mean elves, but can they even swim here to visit and would try do so often even if they could. Sone-kin might well mean drawves, but theere is little sign of recent visits by them either. Looking at the lizard to see if it has taken ill from the water speaks softly* If the water is pure I will seek to return with another that we might talk further. It sounds like a child is in need, if not already dead. Perhaps I can save it and return. *With those words said, mounts the lizard and urges it down the tunnels with the best guess at where the sound came from. His eyes searching for any sign of any person, child or adult.*
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Post by Nedylene »

Down the tunnel , towards the left a body lays .It is the body of a drow woman, if her long white hair gives any indication, but she lays on her stomach, and seems to be covered in a giant black cloth of some sort.Upon closer inspection, it is no cloth at all, but a large pair of inky black wings, leathery ones, like some sort of gigantic bats.A bloody broken blade is beside her and it seems apparent she died in some sort of battle.Crouched beside her, a small , shivering shadow against the wall is a small child.
"Ilhar orn naut guuan phor..."
translation: Mother will not wake up..."
The child whimpers, seemingly oblivious to anyones presence, she shakes the arm of her dead mother before starting to whimper again.
If one chooses to approach they would see that it is a girl child with wings like the slain woman, and a pair of tiny horns that jut out slightly from her brow. Her long white hair is in dissaray at the moment , but was at one point in painstaking braids .Her small frock is of an expensive fabric, but is now soiled with blood and dirt and torn badly. A silver torc lays upon her small , black throat . It has two discs in the middle with a strange emblem decked upon them.



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Post by Verlansia Arseaniamaen »

[color=orange:33pxbnff]The scent of lizard stench is carried on the subtle cavern breeze. Voices speak in casual tones as they approach. They sound like males speaking in the language of the Drow. Her heart races wildly within her as panic floods through her veins. The elvish woman turns her head quickly first left then right, trying to find the scent of fungus. She lowers her bruised and beaten body to the ground and moves quickly despite the agonizing pain of lacerated form, crawling into a field of mushrooms to hide. She tries desperately to slow her rapid breathing, clenching her fingers into the moistened ground. Condensation inside the cavern begins to fall loose like drops of rain.[/color:33pxbnff]
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