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Qilintha Dev'Lin
Illharess (Matron Mother)
Joined: 27 Oct 2008
Posts: 52
Location: United Kingdom
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 Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 7:44 pm Post subject: Whispers from the Abyss |
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Qilintha turned in her reverie; beads of sweat forming on her brow, her hand clasped a spider shaped trinket. In the stases
of what you could call a dream.. Rapid eye movement� what she saw made her shiver and almost cower within herself.
�Our dark Queen� she murmured repeatedly. Shifting in and out of consciousness her body violently jolted on the bed, her lips
curled in pleasure,a moment later in pain. The trinket seemed to feed from the quiet frenzy, glowing subtly within her grip.
The air became still and silent. No more movement could be heard nor seen, it was as it was before; Peaceful.
Qilintha waited calmly by the merchants of Szith, her eyes affixed on a cave, waiting for someone to step through it. An hour
passed then two, then three. Just like her gaze, time seemed to stand still. Jaluken and jalils would stop and bow, she waved
them off quickly not wanting to be disturbed. This was her time, it needed to be right.
Another hour passed, Qilintha nonchalant by the lateness, determined that she was not wrong, continued to wait.
Finally, the moment came. She watched from the distance the approach, two jalils, one leading the other, briefly looking around
as they walked; unimpressed with their surroundings. Qilintha straightened her the cuffs of her gown and grinned. Qilintha bowed
her head to the nameless jalil, then gave a brief nod to the other.
�Vendui� welcomed Qilintha �it is nice to finally meet dos�
Miz�ry bowed deeply to Qilintha and nodded in reply.
�Vendui malla Ilharess�
A moment passed between the two as their eyes met. It lasted no longer than a heartbeat, but it was all they needed to confirm
The Dark Lady's purpose for them. Great things were going to happen. Great and terrible things.
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Miz'ry Dev'Lin
Yath'abban (Temple Agent)
Joined: 22 Jan 2009
Posts: 13
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Miz'ry walked through the halls of the noble House of Dev'Lin with purpose in her stride. The days and weeks that have passed since she came to this place have been very challenging, but very rewarding as well. Her new home here amongst these Sisters has unsettled her as well as the quiet that welcomed her now has become a feeling of uneasiness. An uneasiness heightened by the fact that the Matron Mother has vanished. The House continues to operate on a day-to-day basis but there is a tension in the air... chaos abhors a vacuum... something is coming... something is going to happen. Miz'ry can feel it in her bones; in her very soul.
The night air in the great cavern that is Szith-proper is still, as it always is. The low-light given off by fungi illuminates only what must be seen, and the rest lies in darkness, and silence. Strapping her shield to her back, and drawing her enchanted blade, Miz'ry strikes out into the caverns leading away from the mighty city. Her answers lie there... somewhere. The visions she has in her reverie were confusing. Eight eyes... eight arms, all from different spiders. All from different places the spiders are in. The vision causes massive headaches; blinding her physically. Still, she revels in the pain because it is the purpose of Lloth... it is the driving force in her life so compelled, she searches. The cold fury behind her determination could make even the darkness shrink back from her will. Many will perish under her balde... monster and Drow alike before she unravels the mystery set before her. |
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Miz'ry Dev'Lin
Yath'abban (Temple Agent)
Joined: 22 Jan 2009
Posts: 13
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Blacker than black, a form slithers through the cracks in the rocks that make up the cavern containing the city of Szith. The market is mostly deserted at this hour; the guards are watchful, but not expecting any trouble. Most merchants are in their tents or homes and the few travellers that are out hurry to their destinations with piwafi's drawn close to their faces, and their heads down.
The Darkness finds what it is looking for. A lone Drow from House Kor'ali standing and waiting. The creature knows that the Drow does not know of its presence as it has slipped unseen past all of this one's kith and kin; the Kor'ali's house is not well guarded against this kind of intruder. A merchant standing twenty yards from the Drow is packing his wares for the evening, unknowing, and unsuspecting that Death stalks behind him. With a thought and a flicker of a tendril, the Darkness casts an illusion of an illithid behind this Drow, but so the merchant can see it. Eyes widening, the merchant reaches for his sword, and in this moment, the darkness strikes its distracted opponent. Entering into his mind is easy, and soon the merchant no longer has use or function of his body for the Darkness has taken control. In the end, he will have no memory at best, or at worst, no mind left at all. He turns the wretched males body towards the powerful Kor'ali cleric and speaks in an unnatural voice. "Bow low. Bow low and serve the Lady of Darkness." Spinning on her heel, the priestess is ready, weapons drawn. "How dare you speak to me that way! On your knees rothe!" Laughing in this etherial voice, the male is non pulsed, "It is you, and not I that will bow mistress. Oh yes, you will learn true Pain under my tutilage." Warily, the Kor'ali watches the male. There is something strange going on here, but she is uncertain as to what itis exactly. True to her heritage, she addresses the male, "What is it that you want then creature?" Laughing again, the male speaks, "I see that you are not as stupid as you look. I have a task for you. One that I am prepared to pay you handsomely for. I need a service completed and you are to be my Emmisary." Raising one eyebrown, the priestess, who is no stranger to deception, misdirection, and lies, says, "What service do you demand then? In whose name do you command it?" The eyes of the male glow red with intensity, and his brow furrows, "Do not dare to question me merde! Your Lady commands this of you, is that not enough?" Smiling, as she feels the footing of the conversation now to be shifting, the Drow priestess allows herself a smile, and a purr to creep into her voice, "What is your task then?" The male, no longer satisfied with the banter speaks plainly, "There is one I would have you kill for your Lady. For Darkness and Chaos. One that only you can dispatch. You will kill Misery." The Kor'ali stares at the male, "Is that supposed to be someone I know?" Anger flashes in the eyes of the male; supernatural anger that the Drow priestess can feel in a physical way, and she takes a step back. "Misery... is a Dev'Lin... you will kill her and bring me her eyes... you will do this for reward, or fail for Pain... it is up to you." A clap of thunder echoes throughout the Great Cavern, and the male slumps to the ground. He is alive but unconscious. Kill a Dev'Lin? The Kor'ali thinks to herself? I had better prepare....
\\ooc Sat March 7 at 7pm est anyone who wants in I have a DM who will sponsor this mini-event. Meet in Szith... no need to rsvp. Shards and possibly loot for good rp. |
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