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<blockquote data-quote="Ziona" data-source="post: 95515" data-attributes="member: 484"><p><strong>Six-day of Kythorn</strong></p><p></p><p>After explaining the danger that Zellian and Megara were in, Noristuor recommended the party purchase certain supplies that they would need to survive in the Underdark. Varr, Solstar, and Aarack were sent to purchase the items.</p><p></p><p>Ziona and Megara hugged each other farewell, both feeling worry for the other, and for the kidnapped Zellian.</p><p></p><p>"I know you have been on perilous adventures before, daughter," began Megara, "but never have you experienced the horrors of the Underdark. Keep close the stories your Father has told you. I pray Eilistraee bring you both back safely."</p><p></p><p>Ziona listened to her mother's words with a sad smile on her face.</p><p></p><p>"Know that I will do everything I possibly can to bring Father back unharmed. I travel with the bravest of heroes and Eilistraee's blessings."</p><p></p><p>The mother and daughter shared a final hug before Megara turned to Drexel, who helped her onto her horse. Before leaving, Spiderfang vowed to Ziona that he would keep her mother safe, while Drexel assured Ziona that there was no need to worry about Megara. Ziona knew her mother would be safe with them, and watched them depart until they were no longer in sight.</p><p></p><p>As Ziona turned to rejoin the party, there stood Doc with his hands behind his back.</p><p></p><p>"Hullo, Ziona," he said a bit sheepishly. "I know how worried you are about your parents, so I picked these for you to ease your pain."</p><p></p><p>From behind his back Doc pulled forth a bouquet of wildflowers, and Ziona's sad smile brightened a little.</p><p></p><p>"That's very kind of you, Doc. Thank you for thinking of me. They're beautiful."</p><p></p><p>Enthused by Ziona's acceptance of the wildflowers, Doc decided to try his luck a bit further.</p><p></p><p>"Well, you’re welcome. You know, Ziona, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to dinner before we depart."</p><p></p><p>Ziona, surprised by the request, and thinking of the mission at hand replied, "I'm not sure there is time for such luxuries right now, Doc."</p><p></p><p>Doc could see the sadness creep back into her face.</p><p></p><p>"Well, Varr and the new adventurers have already gone to purchase the equipment we need, and they said they were going to get some ale afterward, so I thought there would be time."</p><p></p><p>"Well," Ziona began, "I suppose it would give us a chance to discuss tactics, and we can look over my Father's map."</p><p></p><p>Ziona pulled a map from the scroll case she kept in her pack, and in doing so, awakened Rossal. </p><p></p><p>"My mother gave it to me," she explained. It showed many odd shapes and symbols, none of which looked familiar to Doc.</p><p></p><p>"Shall we go?" he asked.</p><p></p><p>Taking a final look in the direction her Mother and companions went, Ziona turned to Doc with Rossal on her shoulder.</p><p></p><p>"Let's be off."</p><p></p><p>*********************************</p><p></p><p>A short while later the party regrouped in Noristuor's home. Ziona was eager to show him the map, and the two stooped over a table studying it while Rossal slumbered on his bed of gems.</p><p></p><p>In an adjacent room stood Solstar and Aarack.</p><p></p><p>"You seem especially tense and moody tonight," remarked Solstar.</p><p></p><p>"In case you haven't noticed, Solstar, we are about to travel with a half-drow bastard! I would have refused to travel with such a creature if not for the opportunity to kill drow in the Underdark," snapped Aarack.</p><p></p><p>"She is a cleric of a deity who is known for promoting kindness and racial harmony," Solstar noted.</p><p></p><p>"A <em>Drow</em> deity no less! I shall die a bloody death before I let her lay a finger upon me."</p><p></p><p>Solstar decided it was not worth the effort to push the issue. Why let worry mar his handsome complexion when there was nothing he could do to change Aarack's mind?</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, in the dining area of Noristuor's home were Varr and Doc. Spread upon the table were various potions and items they had purchased and collected throughout their adventures. They were trying to separate the items to decide who should carry what in the Underdark.</p><p></p><p>"So how did your romantic feast with the half-drow turn out?" asked Varr.</p><p></p><p>"Well, it was a fine meal," replied Doc. "I even paid extra gold to see that it was clean and lighted by candles. But, Ziona hardly noticed my efforts. She barely ate her food, and spent the entire time recalling stories her father had told her of his life in the Underdark."</p><p></p><p>"That's too bad," remarked Varr, who was clunking about in his armor.</p><p></p><p>"And although I think Rossal is the cutest lil' puddin' head I've seen, I wish she hadn't brought him with us. He made a sort of growling noise every time I tried to reach for Ziona's hand...not that she noticed anyhow."</p><p></p><p>"The potions and gear we have are all here. We should gather everyone to divide the goods."</p><p></p><p>Doc sighed. </p><p>"You don't think Ziona has eyes for the new sorcerer in our group, do you?"</p><p></p><p>"Eh? How should I know?" huffed Varr. "Personally, I don't know what all the fuss is about. I like short bearded women myself."</p><p></p><p>"Awh, forget it," sighed Doc. The two walked into the room where Noristuor and Ziona were viewing the map. Noristuor turned when he heard the <em>clang! clang! clang!</em> of Varr's footfalls, which woke Rossal from his slumber.</p><p></p><p>"You are far to loud to be journeying into the Underdark, Dwarf!"</p><p></p><p>"Is there a way to silence him?" questioned Rossal in Ziona's ears.</p><p></p><p>"Perhaps if you had different armor, Varr?" asked Ziona.</p><p></p><p>"Varr does not leave behind his plate mail," he grumbled.</p><p></p><p>Doc, seeing a chance to please Ziona, offered his Boots of Elvenkind to Varr to use on the adventure. It took some prodding but they finally persuaded Varr to wear the boots. The party also divided the newly purchased supplies, and items they collected along the way, and were soon ready to depart.</p><p></p><p>Noristuor accompanied the adventurers to the cave they had to enter according to Zellian's map. He wished them well in his own grumpy manner and was off.</p><p></p><p>Solstar took a moment to recite the spidery words of a sorcerer's spell and cast <em>Darkvision</em> on those who needed it. Since Varr was Dwarven and Aarack was an Earth Genasi, they had no need for the spell.</p><p></p><p>Ziona took some time to cast <em>Continual Light</em> on selected items so that each party member would have a constant light source should they need it. Aarack refused assistance from Ziona, however, which left her momentarily angry.</p><p></p><p>Having prepared as much as they could, the party began their descent into the deep, evil world of The Underdark.</p><p></p><p><em>MORE TO COME...</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ziona, post: 95515, member: 484"] [b]Six-day of Kythorn[/b] After explaining the danger that Zellian and Megara were in, Noristuor recommended the party purchase certain supplies that they would need to survive in the Underdark. Varr, Solstar, and Aarack were sent to purchase the items. Ziona and Megara hugged each other farewell, both feeling worry for the other, and for the kidnapped Zellian. "I know you have been on perilous adventures before, daughter," began Megara, "but never have you experienced the horrors of the Underdark. Keep close the stories your Father has told you. I pray Eilistraee bring you both back safely." Ziona listened to her mother's words with a sad smile on her face. "Know that I will do everything I possibly can to bring Father back unharmed. I travel with the bravest of heroes and Eilistraee's blessings." The mother and daughter shared a final hug before Megara turned to Drexel, who helped her onto her horse. Before leaving, Spiderfang vowed to Ziona that he would keep her mother safe, while Drexel assured Ziona that there was no need to worry about Megara. Ziona knew her mother would be safe with them, and watched them depart until they were no longer in sight. As Ziona turned to rejoin the party, there stood Doc with his hands behind his back. "Hullo, Ziona," he said a bit sheepishly. "I know how worried you are about your parents, so I picked these for you to ease your pain." From behind his back Doc pulled forth a bouquet of wildflowers, and Ziona's sad smile brightened a little. "That's very kind of you, Doc. Thank you for thinking of me. They're beautiful." Enthused by Ziona's acceptance of the wildflowers, Doc decided to try his luck a bit further. "Well, you’re welcome. You know, Ziona, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to dinner before we depart." Ziona, surprised by the request, and thinking of the mission at hand replied, "I'm not sure there is time for such luxuries right now, Doc." Doc could see the sadness creep back into her face. "Well, Varr and the new adventurers have already gone to purchase the equipment we need, and they said they were going to get some ale afterward, so I thought there would be time." "Well," Ziona began, "I suppose it would give us a chance to discuss tactics, and we can look over my Father's map." Ziona pulled a map from the scroll case she kept in her pack, and in doing so, awakened Rossal. "My mother gave it to me," she explained. It showed many odd shapes and symbols, none of which looked familiar to Doc. "Shall we go?" he asked. Taking a final look in the direction her Mother and companions went, Ziona turned to Doc with Rossal on her shoulder. "Let's be off." ********************************* A short while later the party regrouped in Noristuor's home. Ziona was eager to show him the map, and the two stooped over a table studying it while Rossal slumbered on his bed of gems. In an adjacent room stood Solstar and Aarack. "You seem especially tense and moody tonight," remarked Solstar. "In case you haven't noticed, Solstar, we are about to travel with a half-drow bastard! I would have refused to travel with such a creature if not for the opportunity to kill drow in the Underdark," snapped Aarack. "She is a cleric of a deity who is known for promoting kindness and racial harmony," Solstar noted. "A [I]Drow[/I] deity no less! I shall die a bloody death before I let her lay a finger upon me." Solstar decided it was not worth the effort to push the issue. Why let worry mar his handsome complexion when there was nothing he could do to change Aarack's mind? Meanwhile, in the dining area of Noristuor's home were Varr and Doc. Spread upon the table were various potions and items they had purchased and collected throughout their adventures. They were trying to separate the items to decide who should carry what in the Underdark. "So how did your romantic feast with the half-drow turn out?" asked Varr. "Well, it was a fine meal," replied Doc. "I even paid extra gold to see that it was clean and lighted by candles. But, Ziona hardly noticed my efforts. She barely ate her food, and spent the entire time recalling stories her father had told her of his life in the Underdark." "That's too bad," remarked Varr, who was clunking about in his armor. "And although I think Rossal is the cutest lil' puddin' head I've seen, I wish she hadn't brought him with us. He made a sort of growling noise every time I tried to reach for Ziona's hand...not that she noticed anyhow." "The potions and gear we have are all here. We should gather everyone to divide the goods." Doc sighed. "You don't think Ziona has eyes for the new sorcerer in our group, do you?" "Eh? How should I know?" huffed Varr. "Personally, I don't know what all the fuss is about. I like short bearded women myself." "Awh, forget it," sighed Doc. The two walked into the room where Noristuor and Ziona were viewing the map. Noristuor turned when he heard the [I]clang! clang! clang![/I] of Varr's footfalls, which woke Rossal from his slumber. "You are far to loud to be journeying into the Underdark, Dwarf!" "Is there a way to silence him?" questioned Rossal in Ziona's ears. "Perhaps if you had different armor, Varr?" asked Ziona. "Varr does not leave behind his plate mail," he grumbled. Doc, seeing a chance to please Ziona, offered his Boots of Elvenkind to Varr to use on the adventure. It took some prodding but they finally persuaded Varr to wear the boots. The party also divided the newly purchased supplies, and items they collected along the way, and were soon ready to depart. Noristuor accompanied the adventurers to the cave they had to enter according to Zellian's map. He wished them well in his own grumpy manner and was off. Solstar took a moment to recite the spidery words of a sorcerer's spell and cast [I]Darkvision[/I] on those who needed it. Since Varr was Dwarven and Aarack was an Earth Genasi, they had no need for the spell. Ziona took some time to cast [I]Continual Light[/I] on selected items so that each party member would have a constant light source should they need it. Aarack refused assistance from Ziona, however, which left her momentarily angry. Having prepared as much as they could, the party began their descent into the deep, evil world of The Underdark. [I]MORE TO COME...[/I] [/QUOTE]
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