"L'Orbb Quar'valsharess ulu Mrigg l'gareth"

[Arya Baenre]

{OOC: Why, thank you - I love the name *Grins* I've had it for years once I started reading FR - and no problem ^^ I absolutely [i:37clbwbf] love [/i:37clbwbf] elven names because they're so ... nice =P - And yes - I'm the Ruler of all Menzoberranzan ... "Princess" to be exact }

Faer Xorlarrin flicked her hair again, depositing a little less coin than asked into the ring-seller's outstretched hand, long fingers closing over her palm, holding the ring tightly.

A chocker adorned her neck, fine threads beaded with long black jewels criss-crossing in a spider-web formation around her slender neck. A strange symbol - one unknown to most in Szithla - decorated a large stone spider resting across her vulnerable throat - a protecter, it seemed.

Her garb, dialect, and bearing spoke volumes; telling any perspective resident that - though she was indeed a resident of the not-too-well-known city, she certainly wasn't born there.

A green ribbon wrapped itself around her wrist, a strange dark purple gem set in its middle, holding all who looked into it in its mesmerising depths - though its true purpose was clearly not for that.

She looks at Iymlin, her amber gaze neutral. Thin eyelids close down slightly as she narrows her eyes, tilting her head to the side. [color=darkred:37clbwbf]Hmmm ... that Drow's younger sister? What could she want, I wonder?[/color:37clbwbf] Her gaze drifted over to Xion and Vasriina, hidden behind long eyelashes as she pretended to look at Iymlin, carefully considering the situation before simply answering.

[color=olive:37clbwbf]"If you're talking about this ..."[/color:37clbwbf] she smirks slightly, gesturing to the ribbon, [color=olive:37clbwbf]"Then you're completely right ... I doubt anyone would have any idea of what this thing does ..."[/color:37clbwbf]

Amber eyes light up in amusement as her eyelids open up once more to look at Iymlin before her. She bows mockingly, not truly even bothering to incline her head in the other female's direction.

[color=olive:37clbwbf]"Was there a purpose to that question? Other than ..." [/color:37clbwbf] she pauses for a moment, seeming to collect the right words, [color=olive:37clbwbf] " ... simple interest in a simple Maiden?" [/color:37clbwbf] she grinned, her pearly-white teeth brightening up her face for a split second before vanishing before her humourless smirk.

[Xion]

His words grit under his teeth as if attempting to turn that maw of fangs into a welcoming smile. It was obvious that he failed the attempt, his face proving alien to the very idea of smug happiness.

" [color=darkred:3bb6x097]Their is no ignorance in intelligence and wisdom. Perhaps you should look past your own self fed ego before you go assuming, it's the least I would expect from a Priestess of Lloth.[/color:3bb6x097] " His chest shrunk with that well needed exhail of breath to calm him. If he went any further his temper would have blinded him from the spectacles of her own throat being ripped open by his bare hands. He was blood thursty indeed, but even he had to be wary on what reasons he would need to smother the life of a Priestess, it makes for bad politics.

" [color=darkred:3bb6x097]Woman, before you think you know me, or even attempt to [i:3bb6x097]think[/i:3bb6x097] it would be best that you peek your head out of your arse and hear me out. I am no ordinary male, nor am I some submissive runt that sees himself as your puppet, so don't tempt me.[/color:3bb6x097] " His teal eyes would cascade past his left shoulder at her form, daring to be caught by her own pools. His hands resting behind his back, rolling his shoulders high and square at the gasp of one wrist into the others fingertips. Finally the hesitation ended with him rolling on his heels to turn and face her.

" [color=darkred:3bb6x097]No ordinary male, as you are the spitting copy of all you loath.[/color:3bb6x097] " His eyes would look past her and to the woman that Xion believed to be her sister as a gesture of what he speaks.

" [color=darkred:3bb6x097]So narrow minded in your ways, over noble blood through a few vast tunnels, an empire is not built in a cave of cannibal wolves, but by the vast of knowledge that their is more out their beyond yourself and a spoiled attitude.[/color:3bb6x097] " His right hand would lift in attempt to trace his fingertips along her cheek.

" [color=darkred:3bb6x097]Your beauty means nothing but trouble, as does your brat of a teet you so suckle. Your house, your rank means nothing if you cannot get past yourself. A Priestess, what a laugh, you're simply a child that pulls her rank to get more needless things. Get off your high Worg and grow up.[/color:3bb6x097] " His words spit like a Viper and finished just the same. He would spit just at her side as an end to his words before turning back on his heels once more.

' [color=darkred:3bb6x097][i:3bb6x097]Plans have changed, we will start early, prepare the first stage.[/i:3bb6x097][/color:3bb6x097] ' His mind narrow and focused to his Advisor. That Illithid was a means of its own when the time came, and his intellect was beyond anything the Drow could muster even through the eldest of documented scrolls.

'[color=teal:3bb6x097][i:3bb6x097] Yesssss sssire.... [/i:3bb6x097][/color:3bb6x097]' Was all that rang in return. If that brat of a Priestess did speak to him, she would find herself talking to a focused man that would be better off as a wall.

[Vasriina Frerahel]

[color=olive:1cdjz0ev]+Vasriina halted abruptly in her step when Xion aggressively twisted to meet her. His unique demeanor overshadowed her own, as she lifted her devious stare to convene with his callous, yet drawing glare. She continued to her ground, as he was so near, his dour breath euphoric to her velvety skin. Vasriina modestly crossed her arms while Xion berated her, turning her head as if engrossed further with the civilians of ‘Szithla’. She imparted him slight interest, as her satirical eyes rolled in their sockets. Yet, nevertheless Vasriina appeared disinterested in Xion, his unyielding words minced at her being, each one infuriating her more than the previous. A scornful yawn escaped those silky lips, she did not bother to stifle it.+[/color:1cdjz0ev]

[color=red:1cdjz0ev]“My, you surely do not know your place...’Lolth’ would be angry with you….”[/color:1cdjz0ev]

[color=olive:1cdjz0ev]+Then, he spined those ill fated terms. They snaked their way into her contemplating thoughts. Vasriina’s eyes widened displaying a fusion of disbelief, resentment, and high esteem. Her emerald fire looked to the ground in a sporadic motion. This wicked Drow would repent his outspoken words. He lacked knowledge of her true yearning to broaden her reaches to the outside world. The event, where she queried her position to 'Lolth', the moment when that certain Drow fell from her sight. Everything sacrificed, for the purpose of ‘House Frerahel.’ To insult one’s ‘House’ would guarantee certain death, while Xion conferred no second thought to his speaking. As that fierce hand moved to stroke her cheek, she restored her heartless look to engulf his countenance. Her eyes, narrowed sharply to emaciated slits while a path of prickling sensations trailed his fingers.[/color:1cdjz0ev]

[color=red:1cdjz0ev]"You are too bold, male…”[/color:1cdjz0ev]

[color=olive:1cdjz0ev]+Vasriina rebuffed with great strength, to bestow the satisfaction to Xion of her annoyance. Her delicate hands clasped firmly as he escaped from her. Her chest quivered with fury, but quickly she would reclaim her composure. As, she watched him fall away, a shrewd smile visited her lips. Leisurely, Vasriina trailed his steps to emerge beside him. She granted Xion an askance stare, as she playfully connected her petite arm into his own, which caused him to cease in mid-step, her liberated hand coming about. Vasriina’s index finger gently caressed at his strapping chest, outlining an “S” shaped path. She proudly elevated her chin to bring her tempting mouth beside his ear.+[/color:1cdjz0ev]

[color=red:1cdjz0ev]“I will admit, my lovely Drow. You do posses a persona much admired by your brethren, and myself. You present me the expression that, you, fail to be some ordinary Drow male to be commanded. However, I think that a fallacy. One word, ‘CURIOSITY’. Deep down, you want to be controlled. How it would be to submit to me. You want to know what it ‘TASTES’ like…”[/color:1cdjz0ev]

[color=olive:1cdjz0ev]+Vasriina carried her exquisite features to meet his, her rounded lips nearly to his own. Her thick, elongated lashes fluttered to expose her sultry, emerald gaze. A cocky smirk escorted by a tender giggle parted from Vasriina. With this she severed her bond from him, her hand gliding away from his potent chest. Vasriina wafted away from Xion’s side leaving him in her trail. Ethereally, she appeared to become fifteen feet away.+[/color:1cdjz0ev]

[Priestess Iymlin]

oOC.:(Oooh, quite the steamy and elating action.)

[color=darkred:17x0jvsu]--Iymlin took note of Faer Xorlarrin’s cautious expression towards her when she spoke. Iymlin transferred her weight to rest against the tradesman’s caravan, as she modestly crossed her arms. Her narrow brow arched faintly as she observed Faer’s demeanor, considering her dignity. Iymlin elected her a most persuasive creature, charismatic, and dressed in such finery. Her features became alienated, unemotional, like a foreign world lacking decipherable signs. Iymlan’s manners were entirely concealed, an ability she was most experienced. She pondered Faerr’s birthplace for she did not appear akin to the city dwellers of ‘Szithla’, a traveler. As, Faer stooped in assumed reverence, Iymlin received no notice of the action, as her eyes caste outward assaulting Vasriina and her male escort. She admired Faer Xorlarrin’s perceptive sense of magnificent items, but that talent was all she found appealing. Faer was positioned once more before her.—[/color:17x0jvsu]

[color=darkblue:17x0jvsu]“No, I fail to produce a purpose for that question. Only to state the obvious, I found you quite curious, charming one. I will state the truth. I required someone to divert my current attention. Do not take offense, lovely Drow, company remains the same, even if it is in distrust. You do not appear to originate from this city, tell me where do you hail from?”[/color:17x0jvsu]

[color=darkred:17x0jvsu]--Iymlan’s statements were frankly spoken without slight hesitation. Her tone continued veritable to her temperament, ruthless escorted by a husky allure. While, she ‘tolerantly’ anticipated Faer Xorlarrin’s response, she glimpsed past her newest acquaintance to observe the scene acting out between Vasriina and the plebeian. Iymlan found herself examining the features of the Drow male, taking in his qualities. [i:17x0jvsu]‘This one could prove useful to me…'[/i:17x0jvsu]the venomous consideration drifted through her mind, as her pouting lips articulated a mischievious smile. Iymlin scoured in astonishment and regard at Vasriina’s intrepid deed. She stirred vaguely, only to restrain herself, for she quite interested to the retort of this servile Drow.--[/color:17x0jvsu]

[color=darkblue:17x0jvsu]"Quite the foolish move, Vasriina. You do not have the skill for such an attempt..."[/color:17x0jvsu]

[color=darkred:17x0jvsu]--Her axiom was inaudibly spoken, failed to be heeded.--[/color:17x0jvsu]

[Arya Baenre]

A truly amused expression curled up a red eyebrow and dark lips as she grinned, also leaning on the caravan, crossing her arms over her chest, and sticking a hip out as she dropped her weight on that leg as well as the caravan.

[color=olive:38xdah6o]"Impressive. Someone in this ... "[/color:38xdah6o] the Drow paused as she cast a glance across the marketplace, her eyebrow going - if possible - higher. She continued, her gaze settling on Iymlin, once again neutral as she finished her sentence. [color=olive:38xdah6o]"This ... [i:38xdah6o] city [/i:38xdah6o] can truly speak their mind without having to hide it behind all this ..."[/color:38xdah6o] she stoped yet again her face scrunching up slightly as if trying to remember something, her hands tracing loop patterns in the air, [color=olive:38xdah6o]"All this ... [i:38xdah6o] intrigue [/i:38xdah6o]."[/color:38xdah6o] the last word came out in a hiss akin to Xion's and she leaned over towards Iymlin as she said it, adding a touch of dramatic.

She leaned back yet again, glancing over at Xion and Vasriina, her memory running over Iymlin's overly loud conversation - to a Drow - with Vasriina. [color=olive:38xdah6o]"Family, hmmm?"[/color:38xdah6o] She smirked, [color=olive:38xdah6o]"Almost as useless as random people one sees on the streets to anyone," [/color:38xdah6o] she said in her soft voice, directing the comment at both herself and Iymlin, amber eyes staring out from underneath long eyelashes at the other female, at least a head taller than Iymlin.

Faer sighed as she looked out over the market place yet again, her gaze distant, [color=olive:38xdah6o]"As to my true residence ... this has been where I've lived for the longest time ..." [/color:38xdah6o] [color=darkred:38xdah6o]"Since ... "[/color:38xdah6o] came a thought to her mind, quicker than ever. She nodded, looking up at Iymlin, dodging the true question. [color=olive:38xdah6o]"For a long time, my ... ah ... [i:38xdah6o] acquaintance[/i:38xdah6o]" [/color:38xdah6o]

She smiles humourlessly, staring at Iymlin, [color=olive:38xdah6o]"And you? What House do you come from? ... Seeing as you obviously are from here ...?"[/color:38xdah6o] she glances over her shoulder once again, taking pure amusement at the little show Xion and Vesriina unknowingly played for her.

[Xion]

Those words of hers hit its end. He wouldn't allow her to move just yet, just as she turned his teal eyes would fix to her position. His hands couldn't hold anymore, they had to feel that flesh of her scrawny neck in their thick and large wrap. His left hand would be quick about it, lifting with a raise that would mimic grace from one as a dancer to firmly attempt to lock his palm against her throat. He didn't want to kill her mind you, but save the effort. The motions would be swift with liquid motion across his shoulder and elbow to lift forward and up, and his spine turning ever so slightly to give that reach a further momentum with the dire need to have her sway in the dangle of his massive arm.

" [color=darkred:35k3oc4v]Pity that it's not my place to kill one as yourself, but, this city will do.[/color:35k3oc4v] " His right hand still at his side wrapped around with a hollow hold to nothing. They shaped as if gripping a handle that soon began to outline from its slumber. The Sword of Oblivion by all means was a unique blade all on its own. Massive in size, and chaotic shifts of metal that seemed to give off the distorted movement of breathing. It would outline from its plane, marking its empty space with cracks of ember heated lines and curves much like a painter giving live to his latest work of art. It was unworldly, a means of weapon beyond time and intelligent magical items, this was an Artifact.

The coloration was grainy with pitted rust and a central eye still hidden behind the adamantine lids in slumber. The power surged through his arm as the tip lowered to reveal its very weight to impact the ground below him and to the side of the Priestess. Spewing molten earth that cracked in veins under that razor edge that cooled the higher to the handle it got. His grip was firm, and lusting that flow of murderous hunger that seemed overwhelming when the sword was offensive. And as him, it did hunger.

They came from all corners dressed as commoners, robed, and peasant clothing, unsheathing their weapons as the few commanding officers whistled out to the vast of cave to let off their relief sign. The horde spread like a nest of roaches from the cracks in the cave ceilings, and the Worg riders hastened to their tactical position at the eastern gates. Arcanists, Vampires, Orcs and Aerial Riders trampled from their hiding places by whatever means they could. It was mass chaos to the city of course, and their ill prepared simple guards and academy mages would see themselves die in short.

This sword, and the brand that pulsed along his upper right chest was proof of his position. He was beyond nobility, a means of psychopathic faith and warmongering worship. The sword, his mark, so that his enemies and his people would know him from afar, he was the Slaughter King. Ruthless with his tactics, he spared none that stepped in his way, men, women, elder, or child, even babies were smothered of their short lived lives.

" [color=darkred:35k3oc4v]Izis, Scry the south entrance, I don't want any messengers getting away, Have Neowolf deal with them.[/color:35k3oc4v] " Speaking as if an insainly driven man, he spoke into his right side at the distance of nothing but commoners running in all directions.

No words needed, only that tingle that Izis, his Advisor and a master Illithid, was doing so before even being asked, and as for Neowolf, he was something that you couldn't miss no matter how hard you tried. The ground would quake at his steps, that demonic glow of blue outline from that full adamantine armor, he was a soul driven golem with sentient but submissive thought. Tales of once being a well legendary Paladin from the surface, Xion's mother defeated him and bound his very soul to his holy armor as a symbol of one last mock. Nothing more than a toy, his brilliant white armor laced in gold shimmered even through the blood stained pits of rust that aged over the many years.

As for the other two, the damned Twins, it was best to give them simple orders as to not have their already rotten brains spoil further. Vampires or not, they proved valuable by their own means, and it was best to think they used their skills to the wisest instead of teasing at their prey.

~~Pictures of Xion's NPCs~~

Izis:
[img:35k3oc4v]http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/ ... nGhost.jpg[/img:35k3oc4v]


Neowolf:
[img:35k3oc4v]http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/ ... eowolf.jpg[/img:35k3oc4v]


Twins (Usay and Lillith):
[img:35k3oc4v]http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/ ... /twins.jpg[/img:35k3oc4v]

[Vasriina Frerahel]

[color=olive:22yuw7xk]+A subtle wail of alarm burst from Vasriina’s throat as she was seized up into the tomblike hold of Xion. His advancements possessed such finesse that Vasriina failed to comprehend Xion’s approach. She sensed those lengthy, thick fingers embed themselves into the fragile skin of her thoat, Vasriina anticipated the bruised imprints they would bestow. Xion seized her at his arm’s extent. Her slender form was momentarily suspended there, as her attractive features covered in struggle. Vasriina’s slight fingers wrenched at his own, encouraging them to unbind her, except to no avail. At this moment, he conversed to Vasriina. Yet, his words fell adrift on their path to her. Vasriina did not long to heed his voice, tuning him out. Instead, her gaze drifted to the outline of the object materializing alongside their bodies. With this, Vasriina kicked at Xion’s vulnerable chest, piercing his grey skin with her pointed heel. This action would cause Xion to drop Vasriina.+[/color:22yuw7xk]

[color=olive:22yuw7xk]+She plummeted to the ground, landing on the side of her curved hip. Vasriina leaned against her arm, as the other stroked at her neck touching the traces gifted by Xion’s exemplified hold. As she lay there, her emerald fire inclined to glance at Xion with his malevolent personality. Vasriina felt the passionate iniquity radiating off his body, tremors entered inside of her. The enigmatic object produced a unique weapon, never beheld by Vasriina, her eyes widened at its appearance.[/color:22yuw7xk] [color=black:22yuw7xk][i:22yuw7xk]‘Can this weapon be living?’[/i:22yuw7xk][/color:22yuw7xk][color=olive:22yuw7xk]the absurd thought raced through her mind in deep curiosity. Vasriina drank in its distinctive exterior. Thus, chaos followed in its wake. Her awareness shifted to every corner of ‘Szithla’ as it was plagued by various creatures of the ‘Underdark’. Vasriina lingered in her present position amid Xion’s feet, incapable of action. Movements had forsaken her as she gaped in astonishment, not in dread, but rather awe.+[/color:22yuw7xk]

[color=red:22yuw7xk]"“My goddess Lolth, what supreme lunacy is this? How have you permitted this to come about, my charming goddess, these squadrons will slaughter your devout followers. Amongst them, would be ourselves, your renowned clerics. Heed my entreaty, my loving goddess. Curse forever the existence of this wicked Drow if he should bring harm to your dedicated servants Iymlin and Vasriina, Daughters to your cause.”[/color:22yuw7xk]

[color=olive:22yuw7xk]+Vasriina’s lashes gently closed as she uttered her request. Her terms were hushed, so silent, even she held uncertainty to the fact she may have spoken. +[/color:22yuw7xk]

[Priestess Iymlin]

oOC.:(Okaaay. Don't mind this horrible post, really! It was badly written. So, yea. My brain is lacking creativity at the moment. Plus, it's late!)

[color=darkblue:2a29div5]“I concur with your terminology. Your words have collided with the truth. It is bizarre how one can do as they desire in speech. Some discerning words could prove to produce an unpromising destiny if not reexamined first before they are vocalized. And yes, she is relation. Vasriina is her forename. She retains the position as my elder sister, first born to ‘House Frerahel’…”[/color:2a29div5]

[color=darkred:2a29div5]--Disgust’s shadow swiftly raked across her wanton features and departed in the same manor. Iymlin bowed her head slightly while casting her severe, tawny gaze to the ground before her, aggravated as she spoke of Vasriina. She fidgeted, as she shifted her weight, rising off the edge of the vendor’s stand. Iymlin’s arms continued to be crossed before her as they tightened their grip about her chest. Her eyes leisurely, floated back towards Faer articulating her habitual mischievousness. An arrogant smile visiting her lips, as Iymlin’s stare coupled with Faer’s. Contemplating if she ought to consider quenching this vixen’s curiosity.--[/color:2a29div5]

[color=darkblue:2a29div5]“Ah, but you see that is where you are mistaken, my fellow Drow. My elder sister, and myself hail from the vast city ‘Menzoberranzan.” We have been yield to Matron Felynthrae Frerahel, present authority of ‘House Frerahel.’ We are in Lolth’s favor, as the family has been ascending in the ranks. This imminent title, [i:2a29div5]perhaps[/i:2a29div5], will one day be arranged to Vasriina.”[/color:2a29div5]

[color=darkred:2a29div5]--The laughter of scorn fell from her lips as she spoke briefly of her lineage. However, something diverted Iymlin away from converse with her newest endeavor. A distinctive resonance wafted in the stale breeze of ‘Szithla.’ [i:2a29div5]‘Heavy footsteps?’ [/i:2a29div5]Iymlin questioned the phantom reverberations. Thus, disarray descended amongst them. Her slender arms fanned outward, as she moved into a defensive posture. Iymlin’s brow cocked faintly upwards, as she queried the source of these abominable fiends. They were nothing other than apparent slaves, predestined for the disposal of her society.[i:2a29div5] ‘What mannor is this?’[/i:2a29div5] her judgments demanded. Iymlin hastily spun around in the direction of her momentarily, forgotten displeasure, Vasriina.--[/color:2a29div5]

[color=darkred:2a29div5]--Vasriina lay within a pathetic state upon the ground. Hilarity graced its presence within Iymlin’s body as she perceived Vasriina. [i:2a29div5] ‘What a fool…’ [/i:2a29div5]Iymlin sarcastically thought. Then her gaze rapidly transferred towards this rare Drow male, who evidently reined over these hopeless creatures. [i:2a29div5]‘You have proven useful…'[/i:2a29div5] the spiteful contemplation seeped into her mind, like fatal venom. [i:2a29div5]‘ I will drive Vasriina into the heart of those fiends. I will lament the accidentally fallen, poor, poor Vasriina.’[/i:2a29div5]That cunning smirk called upon her lips once further, for it could never remain absent for too long. --[/color:2a29div5]

[color=darkblue:2a29div5]“If you would excuse me, my fellow maiden.” [/color:2a29div5]

[color=darkred:2a29div5]--Iymlin, ethereally released herself for Vasrrina parting Faer in her trail. In movements undistinguishable, she seized her lengthy fingers about the petite wrist of Vasriina. Ever so tenderly she elevated Vasriina away from the ground. Without an insinuation of stopping, Iymlin continued to progress forward heading for that looming mob of Vasriina’s [i:2a29div5]possible[/i:2a29div5] executioners.--[/color:2a29div5]

[Arya Baenre]

{OOC: =P *Gives Iymlin chocolate* It wasn't bad at all ^^ You're just being silly xP}
IC:

She smirked, not truly listening to Iymlin, a slight glimmer of interest passing through her hidden eyes at the mention of her former home.

[color=olive:pw1483q2]"Menzoberranzan, hmmm?"[/color:pw1483q2] she smiles softly at the female, [color=olive:pw1483q2]"An unknown House, no doubt?"[/color:pw1483q2]

She gives up conversation, noticing that Iymlin wasn't paying any attention to her. She purses her slightly-thick lips, her eyes narrowing as she tilts her head to one side, hair falling down to cover one side of her face.

The heavy footstep shake the ground, nearly sending her off balance as her thoughts disrupt suddenly. She glanced around and nodded at Iymlin as she stepped forward, disappearing from sight.

She got off the caravan, standing in the middle of the lane, and turned to look at Xion. [color=darkred:pw1483q2] This one obviously did it ... he seems ... [i:pw1483q2]resourceful[/i:pw1483q2] ... for a male ...[/color:pw1483q2] Her eyes narrowed as she drew her [i:pw1483q2]piwafwi[/i:pw1483q2] around herself, trusting in wizardly magic more than clerical despite her "faith" to Llolth. [color=darkred:pw1483q2] He needs to be watched out for ... [/color:pw1483q2] Cursing her usage of main spells, cutting her down to a few simple cantrips, she glanced about her, searching for the best exit, silently cursing the male. She winced as she brushed her hand against her right thigh, a specific mark branded on her skin burning at the touch.

[Arya Baenre]

{OOC: *Pats* You should be proud! A Drow is always a Drow ... [i:346bwbm1]certain conditions do not apply [/i:346bwbm1]^^)

[Morfilmar_Desh]

OOC : Here goes. I'm not good at writing long posts and painting vivid pictures with words like you guys though, so this is the best I can do.

IC : A hardly bigger than child-sized male darted towards the two sisters Lymlin and Vasriina with almost super-drow speed.

His gaze was focused back at the monsters he was running away from, and as such he had no chance of seeing what lay directly ahead of him.

In his rush he severed Lymlin's hold of Vasriina's wrist with the side of his neck, and as a result fell to the ground as if running straight into a clothes-line.

He coughed violently as he squirmed to assume a position on-all-fours by the sisters' feet, and remained as such for a moment to catch his breath.

His skin-tone was more grey than obsidian, and his short unkept hair was gritty blonde rather than white.

His eyes, still directed at the cavern floor, were as white as a spider's egg.

He was wearing a simple leather outfit, quite dirty and worn from much travel and time spent outside the cities, and the only real sign of his nobility was his pitch-black piwawfi cloak.

It had a large 16-legged spider intricately embroidered in dark purple on the back of it, the stitching made from the finest of spider silk.

Covering most of this symbol though was a pair of rather crude-looking holsters attached to his back through leather straps that went across his chest in an "X" type manner.

The two holsters respectively held a handaxe each.

These were no ordinary weapons though, each of them as beautifuly crafted out of silver as the other, with deliquate patterns outlining their edges. They would seem to be twin if not for some writing that differed them apart.

Still on his hands and knees, he shook his head to get some blood back up there and prevent himself from blacking out.

[Xion]

((Sorry about the wait, and I hope I didn't miss anything.))

'[i:3u0xti0y][color=green:3u0xti0y] Ssssire I ssssense the use of ley lines near you.[/color:3u0xti0y][/i:3u0xti0y] ' The slick but conceivable words rung in Xion's head. His head would dart to his left to the change in vibrations, the lineage ability of his Draconic blood proving useful once again for what his eyes would miss. A heart beat, faint, quick and hidden away. Their keen sense though sound, smell, and the ability to see currents of air and vibrations gave way to that small and subtle image of someone hidden. His eyes would focus, squinting ever so slightly towards his left and to the area of the sneaking person who so manipulated the weaves of ley line. With that focus, and the ability of True Seeing, it would take the slight effect of x-ray vision to peel away the walls and inanimate objects that would obstruct his view.

A woman non the less, and chanting to herself unhearable words with a mutter of lips just out of his angle to read. '[color=darkred:3u0xti0y][i:3u0xti0y]That bitch[/i:3u0xti0y][/color:3u0xti0y]' Xion hissed in his own head. His focus on here would be quickly cut of in a matter of seconds from the moment he began his search, that sharp pain of the Priestess's heel jabbing into his chest and pouring fluid mounts of blood from the open wound. Faer lost to his concentration that now laid on Vasriina who gave him that surge of surprising pain. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, but he was caught off guard and quickly took to irritation to his failed action. The wound still open, the blood seeming to fade off and soak back through the skin that it pooled down and nothing but a hole remaining with the bleak shimmer of wet tissue from his insides. No wince or yelp of pain left him, his brows wouldn't twitch and his sword hand held its will to hold back any deathly swings.

" [color=darkred:3u0xti0y]You prove no use to Lloth, but I give you a chance to redeem yourself or fall.[/color:3u0xti0y] " His eyes would glare down to Vasriina, dominant and honest with his personal views of how he saw things. She was a failure, a frail and weak woman who used her position not to strengthen Lloth, but to benefit from to fatten her belly and spoil her desired wants. Those teal hues, cold and stead would lift a solid gaze onto the woman apporaching, younger, and giving a hint of familiarity to Vasriina's own features, it was obvious that Iymlin was family.

" [color=darkred:3u0xti0y]As for you, go scout that area for any possible runners.[/color:3u0xti0y] " His sword hand, heaving that huge blade that normally towered more than 7 feet long and easily lifted with the swelling bicep to point out the location of the one who was chanting in the distance. ' [i:3u0xti0y][color=darkred:3u0xti0y]Izis, I want a planar lockdown. Nobody escapes.[/color:3u0xti0y][/i:3u0xti0y] ' His thoughts sharp and quick, almost blurred in his own imagination but easily deciphered for an Illithid.

Those orders taken, Izis would be one quick at the job, if anything already taking it at hand. His Wizardry exceptional, and his manipulation of the Ley Lines and all the fabric of Arcane and Psyconic at his disposal of an intelligent mind. The Anchor set to remove the ability to cast magic to move from this place was being blockaded. Even teleportation involved blinking through the Astral to re-point ones new location.

With a heaving sigh to escape and retract his massing chest his eyes would slowly turn back to Vasriina with irritation and a means of thought of what to do with her. To end her life would dispose of a false priestess, but to let her live, that would be a benefit for him, and thus Lloth in the long run. Her life, her very soul was being weight and counted.

The young one was lucky indeed. With his blind sighted run forward he would have naturally hit Xion's sword, and with it lost his life. Not that it would be anything worth considering, but a young male Drow means nothing in these times unless proven otherwise. But he was lucky, Xion's sword was lifted at the time, directing Iymlin to the location of the altered Leylines and the possible spellcaster in hiding, Faer.

" [color=darkred:3u0xti0y]Watch yourself boy. Or you may lose what pathetic life you have.[/color:3u0xti0y] " He gave him no look, the boy deserved little more than being scrap food for the Rider's Worg's let alone the eyes of a ruler.

((Edit: Forgot to mention the newcomers post.))

[Vasriina Frerahel]

oOC.:(I guess that means I am next! I am working on it. Sorry...)

[Vasriina Frerahel]

[color=olive:280x60s7]+Vasriina’s silken tresses wafted delicately in accompany to the fresh breeze created by these trespassers. Those inducing locks cuddled her unearthly features, giving her entreaty a further distress of sanctity. She silently beseeched with her deity, lips moving tenderly, stroking their counterpart momentarily amid words. While she rested among Xion’s standing, his terms delivered their message to her. Perceiving his cruel, yet enthralling voice her elongated lashes slowly lightened to expose her magnetic gaze. That tempting stare leisurely slid upward to meet Xion’s. Vasriina’s throat constricted as she swallowed, still sensitive from Xion’s preceding hold on her. She elevated her slender arm ascendant to Xion, with a tantalizing welcome as she exposed her palm.+[/color:280x60s7]

[color=red:280x60s7]“My lovely Drow, you wish to possess my standing and undying loyalty only to you, to have me stand by your side only to tip the scales of Lolth’s favor in your direction? I can sense your purposes. I do not lack such intelligence. What valuable promises do you hold for me? Or earn my favor!”[/color:280x60s7]

[color=olive:280x60s7]+Her head skewed downward faintly, as her emerald blaze tapered to pierce into Xion. A shrewd smirk delighted its presence upon those plump lips, parting faintly to disclose carnal brilliance. Lacking an indication of forewarning an enchanted stiletto embellished with a unique radiance, fashioned itself within her velvety hand. A caution to persist Xion at bay.[/color:280x60s7][color=black:280x60s7][i:280x60s7]‘Touch me, I dare you…’[/i:280x60s7][/color:280x60s7][color=olive:280x60s7]danced itself throughout her intense eyes. With this, Vasriina felt slender fingers trace themselves about her petite wrist, which bore that aggressive weapon. Her lithe body screwed swiftly, easily, as she was swept off the streets of ‘Szithla’. It acquired, but a moment for Vasriina to comprehend what was happening to her character. She transferred her gaze within the countenance of her obtainer, Iymlin!+[/color:280x60s7]

[color=olive:280x60s7]+A wave of shock tremor throughout Vasriina’s body, due to Iymlin’s proceedings. She inquired Iymlin’s intentions[/color:280x60s7][color=black:280x60s7][i:280x60s7]‘Did Iymlin mean to carry out a rescue for me? Or is there a threatening reason?’[/i:280x60s7][/color:280x60s7][color=olive:280x60s7]the natural mistrust linking them engulfed her mind. Iymlin’s grasp was tightened, averting escape. Iymlin’s movements were so nimble and possessed such elegance, Vasriina surprisingly struggled to keep in step with her. She commenced to alter her attention towards Iymlin’s intended path whilst the duo collided with something unexpected. Iymlin’s enforced union broke away from Vasriina, when they fell among the streets, due to that anonymous impact. Vasriina glanced around her newest predicament. Once again, she had descended upon that curved hip. She ultimately became aware that she lay alongside an inquisitive, youthful Drow male. Vasriina arrogantly dusted away the debris delineating her attire. She heeded Xion’s voice once again, but its promises were not destined for her, but rather gifted to the youth. Vasriina’s mesmeric blaze rested upon the newcomer’s features delighting them with her stare. +[/color:280x60s7]

[Priestess Iymlin]

oOC.: (Oh, Morfilmar! You must refrain from autoing. Vasriina, went along with your antics, though we will led it slide for now. Okay? Do not fret for Vasriina is guilty too, she did it in her post before yours. Right, Vasriina? Also, please excuse my post, it kind of short and badly written. My mind is still workin on sickness...haha.)

[color=darkblue:gkbkide6]--Iymlin’s advancements went unobserved while she stooped underneath the extended arm of Xion, focusing her attention upon her elder sister. An ominous grin was cunningly painted amongst her lips as she elevated the precious Vasriina off the ground. A confident snicker silently pushed itself from her chest because of the obvious simplicity of Vasriina’s entrapment. Iymlin’s actions did not halt as she continued her advancements. A harsh breeze sent her uncharacteristic tresses away from her charming countenance, tickling away at her elongated ears. Her resolute eyes mirrored the looming trespassers within the fathomable pools of her tawny blaze. Iymlin discovered herself reaching out for them, as her eyes widened in anticipation.-- [/color:gkbkide6]

[color=black:gkbkide6][i:gkbkide6]‘She is so oblivious to my intentions. It will be an accident, poor, poor Vasriina. I will, the ‘House’ will lament your falling. However, ‘Matron’ will be appointed to me, and my indescribable powers will further the ‘House’! Intentions you fail to do weak hearted sister!’[/i:gkbkide6][/color:gkbkide6][color=darkblue:gkbkide6]the cruel declarations suffocated her thoughts due to her present disposition. Iymlin appeared to be near enough to her ambition when with quick suddenness was abruptly ended. Her eyes widened in alarm as she experienced a tough collision from behind, a faint wail of astonishment escaped her as the attachment between her and Vasriina was broken. Due to the immense haste that Iymlin had been traveling, the contact caused her to tumble upon her knees. Pain strained its path through her sensitive muscles, though Iymlin disregarded its pushiness.--[/color:gkbkide6]

[color=darkblue:gkbkide6]--Instead she swiftly screwed around to behold the cause, her eyes seized an sinister flush. Her lips folded back into a snarl as she perceived the worthless individual upon the streets in its pitiful state.[/color:gkbkide6][color=black:gkbkide6][i:gkbkide6]‘You fool! You have cost me my rewards! I should eradicate him here and now. No, I shall let the beasts tend to him!’[/i:gkbkide6][/color:gkbkide6][color=darkblue:gkbkide6]rapidly the expression her features seized settled into loveliness once more. So swiftly, her resentment could not have been noticed. Iymlin climbed to her feet to stand in her conceited poise, as she fixed her attire. Iymlin considered speaking to the Drow male, but discerned Xion speaking to the foolish one first. Chaos continued about them all.--[/color:gkbkide6]