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<blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 4575474" data-attributes="member: 4936"><p><em>Old gods don't rest easy.</em></p><p></p><p>The old aphorism had been weighing on Aridha's mind of late. Even wrapped in the beauty of the Vale by moonlight, with its brook splashing merrily down the mossy rocks and into the pool named for Sehanine, who's silvery reflection now danced on its surface. If the old gods, now long dead, still stirred from time to time, how much more lively would the new ones be?</p><p></p><p>She suspected that no god died without consequence. It troubled her.</p><p></p><p>Bare feet on the soft grass made no sound, but her pointed ears pricked anyway. A visitor to the Vale's grove. Another one, that is. She was aware of Ratheros dripping to the ground behind the newcomer, as silent as a ghost. The tiger had adapted well to the woods, Aridha reflected. She prowled on branches like a leopard now, and had taken a liking to pouncing from above.</p><p></p><p>"A message, my lady," came the voice from behind. One of the Corellon elves, of course. The plainsfolk had all retreated back to the south and east. All but her. </p><p></p><p>Aridha raised her voice only a little. <span style="color: Green">"Ratheros, come."</span></p><p></p><p>She heard the elf messenger suck in a startled breath as the white tiger's bulk breezed soundlessly past him. Ratheros had also discovered that she enjoyed sneaking up on people. She was still a kitten at heart. Until claws were bared, at least.</p><p></p><p>After a moment, the messenger said, "You are summoned. Emissaries from the dwarfs are in the great hall, and ask to speak to you. They bear the standard of General Morgrim."</p><p></p><p>Aridha finally turned her head and shoulders to glance back at the elf messenger as Ratheros padded to her side and rested her whiskered head across her legs. <span style="color: green">"The <em>dwarflord</em> Morgrim?"</span> she asked, genuinely taken by surprise. <span style="color: green">"What does he want with me?"</span></p><p></p><p>"They said they would give their message only to you," the young elf lad said...to his credit without stammering. </p><p></p><p>Curiosity raged with pride in Aridha's heart as she turned this new wrinkle around. Morgrim was famous; a hero of the God War. But the elves and dwarfs each had their own stakes in the wars and had rarely, if ever, fought side by side. Why her? Why now? She wanted to know, but it wouldn't do to simply jump to, placing herself at his disposal. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: Green">"Tell them I will come as soon as I can spare a moment for them," </span>Aridha instructed. Then she smirked a little. <span style="color: green">"Offer them drinks in the meantime."</span></p><p></p><p>The messenger nodded and strode out.</p><p></p><p>Ratheros tensed slightly as she watched him go, her natural instinct to give chase rippling through her muscles for a moment.</p><p></p><p>Aridha scratched between the tiger's ears absently, thinking about her next move. Finally she got up and went to her apartment to fetch her gear. She'd not appear before the dwarfs in anything less than full regalia. Ratheros yawned, thought about it, then got up and trotted afterwards.</p><p></p><p>----</p><p>At the Cathedral of Light...</p><p></p><p>Aridha sat under one of the trees a bit off to one side, though well within the range of Elithiel's gifted speaking voice. She was a strange looking one, for an elf. Her skin was deeply tanned and her hair bushy and tawny, almost leonine. Her eyes had the shade and clarity of fresh honey. Across her left cheek was a jagged pinwheel tattoo. She was dressed in little more than a leather jerkin and thigh-length skirt, crafted by hand from the hide of some fey beast by the looks of it. Around her shoulders was gathered a well-worn dun cloak that only came down to the backs of her knees, and the hem of which was tattered and frayed. Her boots were sturdy though with all the lacing that wrapped around her legs they looked like they'd be a pain to get on or off. At her side was an oddly made short sword with a curved blade that got thicker towards the pointed tip. It was thrust through a loop on her belt, but had no scabbard or sheathe.</p><p></p><p>At Aridha's side, sprawled lazily in the grass was a large white tiger. She absently stroked its flank as she listened, and its purr was a deep, rumbling noise. As Elithiel finished, the tiger grabbed Aridha's hand between its paws and started playfully gnawing on it. The elf's lips quirked in a little smile.</p><p></p><p>Morgrim had suggested including her in this counsel. She'd been a warrior among the elves when they'd fought at Berghost then through the underground warrens of the drow to the very gates of Eridul-Chul itself. Before the war of the heavens she'd earned a reputation as a bounty hunter in human lands and earned a number of increasingly outlandish rumors about her, as well as the nickname "the White Tiger," based on the fiction that she was a lycanthrope.</p><p></p><p>Now she spoke; her voice was a clear alto, with little if any of the 'musical' accent that many elves had. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: Green">"How have the drow reacted to this? Do we know their movements?"</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shayuri, post: 4575474, member: 4936"] [i]Old gods don't rest easy.[/i] The old aphorism had been weighing on Aridha's mind of late. Even wrapped in the beauty of the Vale by moonlight, with its brook splashing merrily down the mossy rocks and into the pool named for Sehanine, who's silvery reflection now danced on its surface. If the old gods, now long dead, still stirred from time to time, how much more lively would the new ones be? She suspected that no god died without consequence. It troubled her. Bare feet on the soft grass made no sound, but her pointed ears pricked anyway. A visitor to the Vale's grove. Another one, that is. She was aware of Ratheros dripping to the ground behind the newcomer, as silent as a ghost. The tiger had adapted well to the woods, Aridha reflected. She prowled on branches like a leopard now, and had taken a liking to pouncing from above. "A message, my lady," came the voice from behind. One of the Corellon elves, of course. The plainsfolk had all retreated back to the south and east. All but her. Aridha raised her voice only a little. [COLOR="Green"]"Ratheros, come."[/COLOR] She heard the elf messenger suck in a startled breath as the white tiger's bulk breezed soundlessly past him. Ratheros had also discovered that she enjoyed sneaking up on people. She was still a kitten at heart. Until claws were bared, at least. After a moment, the messenger said, "You are summoned. Emissaries from the dwarfs are in the great hall, and ask to speak to you. They bear the standard of General Morgrim." Aridha finally turned her head and shoulders to glance back at the elf messenger as Ratheros padded to her side and rested her whiskered head across her legs. [COLOR="green"]"The [i]dwarflord[/i] Morgrim?"[/COLOR] she asked, genuinely taken by surprise. [COLOR="green"]"What does he want with me?"[/COLOR] "They said they would give their message only to you," the young elf lad said...to his credit without stammering. Curiosity raged with pride in Aridha's heart as she turned this new wrinkle around. Morgrim was famous; a hero of the God War. But the elves and dwarfs each had their own stakes in the wars and had rarely, if ever, fought side by side. Why her? Why now? She wanted to know, but it wouldn't do to simply jump to, placing herself at his disposal. [COLOR="Green"]"Tell them I will come as soon as I can spare a moment for them," [/COLOR]Aridha instructed. Then she smirked a little. [COLOR="green"]"Offer them drinks in the meantime."[/COLOR] The messenger nodded and strode out. Ratheros tensed slightly as she watched him go, her natural instinct to give chase rippling through her muscles for a moment. Aridha scratched between the tiger's ears absently, thinking about her next move. Finally she got up and went to her apartment to fetch her gear. She'd not appear before the dwarfs in anything less than full regalia. Ratheros yawned, thought about it, then got up and trotted afterwards. ---- At the Cathedral of Light... Aridha sat under one of the trees a bit off to one side, though well within the range of Elithiel's gifted speaking voice. She was a strange looking one, for an elf. Her skin was deeply tanned and her hair bushy and tawny, almost leonine. Her eyes had the shade and clarity of fresh honey. Across her left cheek was a jagged pinwheel tattoo. She was dressed in little more than a leather jerkin and thigh-length skirt, crafted by hand from the hide of some fey beast by the looks of it. Around her shoulders was gathered a well-worn dun cloak that only came down to the backs of her knees, and the hem of which was tattered and frayed. Her boots were sturdy though with all the lacing that wrapped around her legs they looked like they'd be a pain to get on or off. At her side was an oddly made short sword with a curved blade that got thicker towards the pointed tip. It was thrust through a loop on her belt, but had no scabbard or sheathe. At Aridha's side, sprawled lazily in the grass was a large white tiger. She absently stroked its flank as she listened, and its purr was a deep, rumbling noise. As Elithiel finished, the tiger grabbed Aridha's hand between its paws and started playfully gnawing on it. The elf's lips quirked in a little smile. Morgrim had suggested including her in this counsel. She'd been a warrior among the elves when they'd fought at Berghost then through the underground warrens of the drow to the very gates of Eridul-Chul itself. Before the war of the heavens she'd earned a reputation as a bounty hunter in human lands and earned a number of increasingly outlandish rumors about her, as well as the nickname "the White Tiger," based on the fiction that she was a lycanthrope. Now she spoke; her voice was a clear alto, with little if any of the 'musical' accent that many elves had. [COLOR="Green"]"How have the drow reacted to this? Do we know their movements?"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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