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Message: <blockquote data-quote="spacehulkster" data-source="post: 2943571" data-attributes="member: 13070">Order of  M.A.C.E. (Malevolently Alligned Council of Evil) The storm was getting worse, much worse.  The north had not seen such a storm in a decade or more. “Wind, lightening and hail.” chided the Crinti female.  “The only thing missing is a tornado and the wrath of Lolth!  Oh, but Lolth is “silent”!” she sarcastically added.“Annalia please, she may be silent but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t hear,” Zafnir rebuffed.  It was his job to watch over the half-drow priestess.  A job he was so beginning to hate.  But it kept him away from the others.  They mocked and ridiculed him for the path he had chosen for himself.  He remembered the last words he had with his father, “What’s wrong with wanting something better for myself?”“Zafnir think, a druid!  It will be a disgrace,” his father answered.  “Fortunately your mother has found a way for you to serve Lolth and not dishonor her family.  You are to take a young Crinti Priestess, from above, on a fact finding mission.  She is stirring up trouble at the Lolth temple above.  Her raving of Lolth’s stillness must be quieted.  If the Dambrathan’s found out the truth, we might lose control of the populace.  She is not to know the truth of your mission.  Besides, it will allow you to hone your abilities where none may scoff at you.  Will you be able to do this?”His “yes” had made his father very proud, his mother was another matter.  He as might as well be dead in her eyes.  Lightening struck a mile away and the sky lit up.  “Annalia, there’s a cave opening ahead.  Let’s run for it.” exclaimed Zafnir.The opening turned out to be a broken doorway in the side of a tor that a long ruined tower stood atop it.Zafnir quickly went in and surveyed the large room.  Sensing no threats, he signed for the priestess to enter.  “We should be safe in here.  I’ll get a fire started.”  “Great!  Another night in a cave!  Oh, how I long for the comforts of home and a good servant to whip!”  Annalia blurted.  “Where are we again?” she asked.With as much politeness he could muster he answered, “Impulter, lady.  Thay lies just a few hundred miles to the southeast.  We should make it….”  His response was cut short, surprised that a dwarf had been able to sneak in on him.He was short, yet stout for one of his race.  “You darkies be holding to the Storm-Peace?” his defiant voice and stance said volumes as to his character.  A low growl could be heard from just behind him.  A large dog, the likes that Zafnir and Annalia had only heard stories of, was crouching waiting for a chance to pounce.Radgar could see the male drow motion something with his fingers quickly, “Speak plainly servant of a witch, I be standin right here watching you.”“How dare you…” Annalia started, cut off by Zafnir’s laughter.“Hold on priestess,” Zafnir motioned with his hand, “sir dwarf, Storm Peace it is.  Come rest by the fire.”  Zafnir motioned for the dwarf enter and sit by the fire he was preparing.Annalia’s disgust was more than apparent.  The dwarf could see her rage boiling inside her.  He wasn’t quite sure how to approach this pair.  But the storm was too dangerous to weather outside.  Cautiously he entered, motioning his dog near his side.  Zafnir knew that the two of them could take the dwarf, but maybe they could gather some information from him first.  He signed to Annalia his thoughts, when the dwarf took his eyes off him, “We could use some information from him.   Besides, wouldn’t you like to play with it before killing it?”   Her demeanor changed, she sat down next to the fire, a little smirk on her face.Radgar was troubled with this sight, but proceeded to sit also.  His hands clung to his weapon keeping a constant vigil on the two drow.  “Have ye poked around a bit?  Is it safe, I mean aside from you two?”  “We were just about to when we heard you enter.”  Zafnir wasn’t about to let a dwarf know it had snuck in on him.  “Would you care to join us?  As you can see we have a set of double doors behind us and one door on each side.  What would you suppose we check first?”  Zafnir eyed the dwarf calmly.  “My name is Zafnir  of T’lindhet,” he bowed and motioned to Annalia, “and this is the Priestess Annalia of Cathtyr in Dambratha.  Perhaps you have heard of Dambratha, jewel of the south?”“Never ‘eard of it!  By south you mean underground?” Radgar pointed to the floor.“No, it is a country far to the south and where are you from?” Zafnir was using all the diplomatic skills he could.“I be Radgar of the Glacial Rift, to the north.  And this be Rations.” He pointed to his large dog, still barring its teeth.Small conversation ensued, easing the tension between the three adventurers.  Lightning flashed and they saw a giant standing at the entrance.  Nearly seven feet tall, he made no threatening moves and seemed very calm.“Qwergain need rest.  Storm Peace?”</blockquote>

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