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[FR] Seven Swords of Myth Drannor...[Updated 2-4...A Mother's Lullaby]
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<blockquote data-quote="Celtavian" data-source="post: 1167842" data-attributes="member: 5834"><p><strong>On the way to Myth Drannor continued...</strong></p><p></p><p>Holly ran after the whirring zephyr as it flowed through the forest causing leaves to stir and branches to sway slowing her pace only after becoming aware of the ominous sounds of battle. She carefully looked through the needle covered branches of a spruce tree and spied a human man fighting four drow. </p><p></p><p>‘I must help’ was her first thought. She drew her greatsword and burst out from the trees. Something lay in the branches of a large yew to her right. “Drow archers” she shouted hoping to warn the human man as well as her companions not far behind. After casting a <em>spiritual weapon</em> on the nearest drow archer, she rushed into battle.</p><p></p><p> Thourne and Phallon came running into the clearing bows in hand. “Eilistraee…Eilistraee” they called while loosing arrows at the drow archers. Uthar’zen drew his rapier and rushed at one of the drow archers that had dropped from the yew tree. A few cuts later and the drow archer lay dead. Both Kaela and Celtavian stayed hidden a short distance from the battle watching for a moment when their magic might be needed. </p><p></p><p> By the time Vaevictus and Braydin arrived, the drow warriors and archers were slain. Several humans lay dead amongst the fallen drow. </p><p></p><p> The human man looked gravely about, “Thanks.” </p><p></p><p> Holly laid her sword on the ground. She checked the humans for any sign of life. None lived. To her chagrin most of the dead humans bore symbols of Shaundakul. ‘Once again too late, forgive me Shaundakul’ she thought to herself while holding back tears. “Are you badly hurt?” she said to the human man.</p><p></p><p> “No, just winded. I am Morn. Well met” he said through panted breaths.</p><p></p><p> “Well met” replied Holly, “what were you doing out here Morn? Are you a servant of Shaundakul as well?”</p><p></p><p> “Yes, I serve the Helping Hand” Morn said as he started to breathe easier, “We were on our way to Shaundakul’s Throne in Myth Drannor when we were ambushed by these drow. Most fell to their poisoned darts. Those who fell had their throats slit and bodies looted. I could barely hold my own. If you hadn’t come, I’d probably be dead.” </p><p></p><p> “Shaundakul called me here” Holly stood and took her sword up, “I am Holly Windstrider, priest of Shaundakul. These are the companions I travel with. You should travel with us now that you are alone. I feel bad enough that I could not save the lives of your companions.” </p><p></p><p> Morn looked at the drow and the half-dragon, “You travel with strange folk, Holly. I will travel with you for I can see that you are a good woman, but first I must avenge my friends. There were more drow than these that lay dead. The ones that fled after murdering my friends must be deal with. If you and your companions would aid me in this matter, you would earn my trust for life.”</p><p></p><p> “Gladly” replied Holly. Guilt gnawed at her like a dog gnaws a bone. Killing the drow who had done this foul deed might lay to rest the feeling that she had failed Shaundakul. </p><p></p><p> Vaevictus held his hand out to Morn, “Well met Morn. I am Vaevictus, servant of Torm the True. I will happily help you take vengeance on such evil drow.” </p><p></p><p> Morn and Vaevictus grasped forearms. The tawny haired woodsman was surprised at the strength of the half-dragon, “Your grip is strong.”</p><p></p><p> “As is my word” replied Vaevictus.</p><p></p><p></p><p> The twins and Uthar’zen looked over the dead drow. They found a silver disc etched with a black mask and glowing green eyes. The symbol of Vhaeraun. This was the work of his followers. Many drow who did not worship Lolth, worshipped her son Vhaeraun. Vhaeraun was little better than his mother save that he did not deny power to males. These days, few drow that turned from Lolth came to worship Eilistraee, for her brother Vhaeraun fit better their image of what a drow god should be like, evil, deceptive and power hungry. </p><p></p><p> “Vhaeraun” said the twins. “Mother and son do evil deep in the forest as well as near its edge.”</p><p></p><p> Uthar’zen nodded grimly. “These drow have done us an injustice. Their killing is upon our head and all drow that would choose a life other than one in service to evil. I am glad they are dead. Fools and villains, how much more must I suffer for the petty evil my brethren?", he said while toying with one of the silver dics bearing Vhaeruan's symbol, "Let us help this human take vengeance and reckon with our kin as the humans would a villain of their own race.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, we will help. But judge not too harshly these ill-raised children. Eilistraee does not hate her brother or her brother’s servants. She knows his heart was darkened by the treachery of their mother. Now he works evil he did not spawn. So remember that justice can be done with merciful conversion as well as ruthless slaying” said Thourne sadly.</p><p></p><p>“Ill-raised or no, they must be dealt the harsh justice deserved for such acts” he said disgustedly. He felt no pity for the dead drow. They earned their death and by their acts sentenced death to other drow whether it was deserved or not. He could not even walk amongst the humans and elves freely because of the acts of his kin. It sickened and angered him to be so judged. </p><p> </p><p> Phallon sang to each drow quietly an elven song of passing. Tears filled her pale blue eyes and each note rang with sorrow. She felt pity for those dark elves lost to the ways of evil, for she knew they suffered in life and death from the manipulations of the Spider Queen. Lolth was the malevolent being that tended the evil within dark elf hearts like a farmer tends crops. And each evil deed done by the drow was but one more harvest to feed the Spider Queen’s insatiable appetite for sorrow and pain. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“I will aid you human in your quest for vengeance. My blade and skill are with you” Uthar'zen assured Morn.</p><p> </p><p> Morn studied the man for a few moments unsure of whether to trust a drow to take vengeance upon his own people, “Your help is welcome if the others will vouch for you.”</p><p></p><p> Uthar’zen cringed at the idea that his word was not enough, but understood the man’s apprehension, “So be it. Let them vouchsafe my character” he replied with disdain flicking the silver disc off the forehead of a dead drow.</p><p></p><p> The twins noted the look of quiet rage upon his face. They knew Uthar’zen would be out for blood. “We will help also” replied the twins before Morn could respond to Uthar'zen.</p><p></p><p>“But any drow that requests mercy must be spared or our blades will be turned against you” warned Thourne. She did not look at Uthar’zen, but he knew the words were meant for him as well as the others.</p><p></p><p>“Eilistraee commands it” added Phallon showing support for her sister. As much as she loved Uthar’zen, she would not side against Thourne or Eilistraee.</p><p></p><p>“If the others agree to such a request, then so shall I” said Morn. </p><p></p><p>Braydin chimed in, “You’re the stranger here. As far as I’m concerned, you don’t have much of a choice but to take our help on the terms we offer it. I’m not turning my back on the drow, nor do I plan to ignore the good Lady Thourne’s request. I don’t think anyone else is going to either. Right? ”</p><p></p><p>Everyone save for Uthar’zen agreed. The last thing on his mind was mercy.</p><p></p><p> “Fairly spoken, Halfling. I’ll accept what help is given. If the woman requests mercy for the drow, then I will give them mercy though they have shown my kin none. Now let us get on their trail before night comes” said Morn.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Celtavian, post: 1167842, member: 5834"] [b]On the way to Myth Drannor continued...[/b] Holly ran after the whirring zephyr as it flowed through the forest causing leaves to stir and branches to sway slowing her pace only after becoming aware of the ominous sounds of battle. She carefully looked through the needle covered branches of a spruce tree and spied a human man fighting four drow. ‘I must help’ was her first thought. She drew her greatsword and burst out from the trees. Something lay in the branches of a large yew to her right. “Drow archers” she shouted hoping to warn the human man as well as her companions not far behind. After casting a [i]spiritual weapon[/i] on the nearest drow archer, she rushed into battle. Thourne and Phallon came running into the clearing bows in hand. “Eilistraee…Eilistraee” they called while loosing arrows at the drow archers. Uthar’zen drew his rapier and rushed at one of the drow archers that had dropped from the yew tree. A few cuts later and the drow archer lay dead. Both Kaela and Celtavian stayed hidden a short distance from the battle watching for a moment when their magic might be needed. By the time Vaevictus and Braydin arrived, the drow warriors and archers were slain. Several humans lay dead amongst the fallen drow. The human man looked gravely about, “Thanks.” Holly laid her sword on the ground. She checked the humans for any sign of life. None lived. To her chagrin most of the dead humans bore symbols of Shaundakul. ‘Once again too late, forgive me Shaundakul’ she thought to herself while holding back tears. “Are you badly hurt?” she said to the human man. “No, just winded. I am Morn. Well met” he said through panted breaths. “Well met” replied Holly, “what were you doing out here Morn? Are you a servant of Shaundakul as well?” “Yes, I serve the Helping Hand” Morn said as he started to breathe easier, “We were on our way to Shaundakul’s Throne in Myth Drannor when we were ambushed by these drow. Most fell to their poisoned darts. Those who fell had their throats slit and bodies looted. I could barely hold my own. If you hadn’t come, I’d probably be dead.” “Shaundakul called me here” Holly stood and took her sword up, “I am Holly Windstrider, priest of Shaundakul. These are the companions I travel with. You should travel with us now that you are alone. I feel bad enough that I could not save the lives of your companions.” Morn looked at the drow and the half-dragon, “You travel with strange folk, Holly. I will travel with you for I can see that you are a good woman, but first I must avenge my friends. There were more drow than these that lay dead. The ones that fled after murdering my friends must be deal with. If you and your companions would aid me in this matter, you would earn my trust for life.” “Gladly” replied Holly. Guilt gnawed at her like a dog gnaws a bone. Killing the drow who had done this foul deed might lay to rest the feeling that she had failed Shaundakul. Vaevictus held his hand out to Morn, “Well met Morn. I am Vaevictus, servant of Torm the True. I will happily help you take vengeance on such evil drow.” Morn and Vaevictus grasped forearms. The tawny haired woodsman was surprised at the strength of the half-dragon, “Your grip is strong.” “As is my word” replied Vaevictus. The twins and Uthar’zen looked over the dead drow. They found a silver disc etched with a black mask and glowing green eyes. The symbol of Vhaeraun. This was the work of his followers. Many drow who did not worship Lolth, worshipped her son Vhaeraun. Vhaeraun was little better than his mother save that he did not deny power to males. These days, few drow that turned from Lolth came to worship Eilistraee, for her brother Vhaeraun fit better their image of what a drow god should be like, evil, deceptive and power hungry. “Vhaeraun” said the twins. “Mother and son do evil deep in the forest as well as near its edge.” Uthar’zen nodded grimly. “These drow have done us an injustice. Their killing is upon our head and all drow that would choose a life other than one in service to evil. I am glad they are dead. Fools and villains, how much more must I suffer for the petty evil my brethren?", he said while toying with one of the silver dics bearing Vhaeruan's symbol, "Let us help this human take vengeance and reckon with our kin as the humans would a villain of their own race.” “Yes, we will help. But judge not too harshly these ill-raised children. Eilistraee does not hate her brother or her brother’s servants. She knows his heart was darkened by the treachery of their mother. Now he works evil he did not spawn. So remember that justice can be done with merciful conversion as well as ruthless slaying” said Thourne sadly. “Ill-raised or no, they must be dealt the harsh justice deserved for such acts” he said disgustedly. He felt no pity for the dead drow. They earned their death and by their acts sentenced death to other drow whether it was deserved or not. He could not even walk amongst the humans and elves freely because of the acts of his kin. It sickened and angered him to be so judged. Phallon sang to each drow quietly an elven song of passing. Tears filled her pale blue eyes and each note rang with sorrow. She felt pity for those dark elves lost to the ways of evil, for she knew they suffered in life and death from the manipulations of the Spider Queen. Lolth was the malevolent being that tended the evil within dark elf hearts like a farmer tends crops. And each evil deed done by the drow was but one more harvest to feed the Spider Queen’s insatiable appetite for sorrow and pain. “I will aid you human in your quest for vengeance. My blade and skill are with you” Uthar'zen assured Morn. Morn studied the man for a few moments unsure of whether to trust a drow to take vengeance upon his own people, “Your help is welcome if the others will vouch for you.” Uthar’zen cringed at the idea that his word was not enough, but understood the man’s apprehension, “So be it. Let them vouchsafe my character” he replied with disdain flicking the silver disc off the forehead of a dead drow. The twins noted the look of quiet rage upon his face. They knew Uthar’zen would be out for blood. “We will help also” replied the twins before Morn could respond to Uthar'zen. “But any drow that requests mercy must be spared or our blades will be turned against you” warned Thourne. She did not look at Uthar’zen, but he knew the words were meant for him as well as the others. “Eilistraee commands it” added Phallon showing support for her sister. As much as she loved Uthar’zen, she would not side against Thourne or Eilistraee. “If the others agree to such a request, then so shall I” said Morn. Braydin chimed in, “You’re the stranger here. As far as I’m concerned, you don’t have much of a choice but to take our help on the terms we offer it. I’m not turning my back on the drow, nor do I plan to ignore the good Lady Thourne’s request. I don’t think anyone else is going to either. Right? ” Everyone save for Uthar’zen agreed. The last thing on his mind was mercy. “Fairly spoken, Halfling. I’ll accept what help is given. If the woman requests mercy for the drow, then I will give them mercy though they have shown my kin none. Now let us get on their trail before night comes” said Morn. [/QUOTE]
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