Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Yrtchull Ferach awoke from his unconcious state and coughed, wheezing in the cold and damp air of the cell. The Drow was massively muscled by Drow standards, yet he had not eaten in 3 days, and little water had been provided.
Yrtchull wondered if Cambrech had survived the attack. Even now, his Sisters must be laughing, having abandoned him to the tender mercies of the troglodytes. Yrtchull spat at the thought. Scheming Bitches, their time would surely come.
Behind him, in the shadows, something moved.
Yrtchull spun as fast as his wounded form would permit, ready for an attack.
'Me not enemy, Drow.'
The form moved from where it had been standing, against the rock of the cell wall. Seven feet tall, the Orc stepped into the dim glow of the Fungus that lit the front half of the Cell. Yrtchull had seldom seen anything that made his skin crawl, before now.
The Orc was scaled, patches of reptilian hide adorned his body and he had spines running along the top of his head. Yellow slitted eyes, complete with nicotating membranes stared and blinked at Yrtchull. The Orc spoke again
'We both Doomed. You by Family, me by Wizard's Hand. Me saw what Sisters did, me saw Yrtchull.'
A dawning horror moved to the fore of Yrtchull's mind. This Orc was from his band...What was it's name, he seldom learned the nam's of the Fodder, though he cared more for their fate than most Drow. As if reading his thoughts, the Orc said 'I am Urftuk, and I served you before, as I serve you still, M'Lord.'
Urftuk, yes, one of the orc Shock-Troopers.What of the others, though...had they all died with the troglodytes or had some escaped with Enraela and Gentaria, may the Great Web curse them Eternally.
Someone spoke from outside the room 'Drow!...Drow! Come to the door!'
Yrtchull moved to the small peep-hole and peered out. Outside of the room, across a short corridor another face was pressed against a similar Peep-Hole. A yellowish face, gaunt and possessed of stern and hardened eyes.
'Drow, I am Rith'Arnis, Githzerei Warrior of the Third Eye. I am escaping this Hellish Prison this day, would you go with me? Numbers equal better chance of survival. besides, I know the way back to your City.'
Yrtchull's mind raied at these thoughts...Escape? God's yes!
'Aye, Gothzerei, I am with you, as is...'
Yrtchull ferach looked behind him at the brolen and tortured form of Urftuk. 'As is my Cohort, Urftuk, a finer Warrior I have rarely seen.'
The Orc stood tall at this, gnashing his sharp teeth, pounding his chest and yelling 'FERACH!' in a proud and violent voice.
Yrtchull's eyes narowed 'I think not, Urftuk...Ferach has deserted me, and I will in turn make them rue the day that the bitch Enraela Betrayed her own Kin...'
Shortly therafter, a small form darted furtively between shadows, stopping at the sound of Troglodyte voices in the next chamber. The Shadow moved to the Githzerei's Cell, intoning Arcane Words and gestulating. the Door's Lock popped open, a Wizard.
Yrtchull's heart raced, their odds were looking better already.
The form turned to look at Yrtchull, showing a face trapped between Unearthly Beauty and Tragic Acceptance of her Reality Teifling. the Teifling moved to Yrtchull's Cell, repeating her Spell of Opening. the Dor popped open, freeing him...
'We don't have much time, I used some Illusions on the Trogs, we must hurry though...'
The Teifling turned away, then said 'As far as I can tell, your gear is all on the next level down...until then I have these.' The Teifling pulls several short swords and a heavy mace from her Haversack. , obviously magical.
The path to freedom and revenge was not going to be an easy one, Yrtchull thought, but at least it was better than the alternative.Glancing at the Orc, Yrtchull once more resolved revenge, not just on ferach, but on the hideous Mage who had done this to one of His Men.
The Tiefling said hurredly 'I am called Teretha BlueMane,drow. We must hurry,as I said. I do have a map that i have sketched in the last few days, awaiting the jailbreak.' the Tiefling grins, showing ivory white teeth, though several are wickedly sharp.As her name indicated, spilling over her small black horns is a long mane of brilliantly blue hair, bound in several braids. The Tiefling smiles at the Drow a moment, as he takes in her beauty, then she moves to the Map with a piece of charcoal, beginning the hurried explaination of her Plan...She Tiefling looked to the Drow again 'I think another of your band lives, a male with short spiky Silver hair? he laments in the cells one leve down, awaiting whatever horrid fate the Wizard had in mind...' teretha looked briefly at the Orc, then down at her map again.
Yrtchull wondered if Cambrech had survived the attack. Even now, his Sisters must be laughing, having abandoned him to the tender mercies of the troglodytes. Yrtchull spat at the thought. Scheming Bitches, their time would surely come.
Behind him, in the shadows, something moved.
Yrtchull spun as fast as his wounded form would permit, ready for an attack.
'Me not enemy, Drow.'
The form moved from where it had been standing, against the rock of the cell wall. Seven feet tall, the Orc stepped into the dim glow of the Fungus that lit the front half of the Cell. Yrtchull had seldom seen anything that made his skin crawl, before now.
The Orc was scaled, patches of reptilian hide adorned his body and he had spines running along the top of his head. Yellow slitted eyes, complete with nicotating membranes stared and blinked at Yrtchull. The Orc spoke again
'We both Doomed. You by Family, me by Wizard's Hand. Me saw what Sisters did, me saw Yrtchull.'
A dawning horror moved to the fore of Yrtchull's mind. This Orc was from his band...What was it's name, he seldom learned the nam's of the Fodder, though he cared more for their fate than most Drow. As if reading his thoughts, the Orc said 'I am Urftuk, and I served you before, as I serve you still, M'Lord.'
Urftuk, yes, one of the orc Shock-Troopers.What of the others, though...had they all died with the troglodytes or had some escaped with Enraela and Gentaria, may the Great Web curse them Eternally.
Someone spoke from outside the room 'Drow!...Drow! Come to the door!'
Yrtchull moved to the small peep-hole and peered out. Outside of the room, across a short corridor another face was pressed against a similar Peep-Hole. A yellowish face, gaunt and possessed of stern and hardened eyes.
'Drow, I am Rith'Arnis, Githzerei Warrior of the Third Eye. I am escaping this Hellish Prison this day, would you go with me? Numbers equal better chance of survival. besides, I know the way back to your City.'
Yrtchull's mind raied at these thoughts...Escape? God's yes!
'Aye, Gothzerei, I am with you, as is...'
Yrtchull ferach looked behind him at the brolen and tortured form of Urftuk. 'As is my Cohort, Urftuk, a finer Warrior I have rarely seen.'
The Orc stood tall at this, gnashing his sharp teeth, pounding his chest and yelling 'FERACH!' in a proud and violent voice.
Yrtchull's eyes narowed 'I think not, Urftuk...Ferach has deserted me, and I will in turn make them rue the day that the bitch Enraela Betrayed her own Kin...'
Shortly therafter, a small form darted furtively between shadows, stopping at the sound of Troglodyte voices in the next chamber. The Shadow moved to the Githzerei's Cell, intoning Arcane Words and gestulating. the Door's Lock popped open, a Wizard.
Yrtchull's heart raced, their odds were looking better already.
The form turned to look at Yrtchull, showing a face trapped between Unearthly Beauty and Tragic Acceptance of her Reality Teifling. the Teifling moved to Yrtchull's Cell, repeating her Spell of Opening. the Dor popped open, freeing him...
'We don't have much time, I used some Illusions on the Trogs, we must hurry though...'
The Teifling turned away, then said 'As far as I can tell, your gear is all on the next level down...until then I have these.' The Teifling pulls several short swords and a heavy mace from her Haversack. , obviously magical.
The path to freedom and revenge was not going to be an easy one, Yrtchull thought, but at least it was better than the alternative.Glancing at the Orc, Yrtchull once more resolved revenge, not just on ferach, but on the hideous Mage who had done this to one of His Men.
The Tiefling said hurredly 'I am called Teretha BlueMane,drow. We must hurry,as I said. I do have a map that i have sketched in the last few days, awaiting the jailbreak.' the Tiefling grins, showing ivory white teeth, though several are wickedly sharp.As her name indicated, spilling over her small black horns is a long mane of brilliantly blue hair, bound in several braids. The Tiefling smiles at the Drow a moment, as he takes in her beauty, then she moves to the Map with a piece of charcoal, beginning the hurried explaination of her Plan...She Tiefling looked to the Drow again 'I think another of your band lives, a male with short spiky Silver hair? he laments in the cells one leve down, awaiting whatever horrid fate the Wizard had in mind...' teretha looked briefly at the Orc, then down at her map again.
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