[UaVS] The Silver Door IC
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KitanaVorr
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Enraela glanced up from where she was taking a tea herb from her pack. She placed it in Gentaria's hands and instructed her to brew them for Brogark. That done, she motioned Wesselu to follow her as she entered the cave with Arngen.
While they walk, she placed a hand rather intimately upon Arngen. "And how are you? Do you need my healing arts?" Though only a daughter of the Duchess of Ferarch could make even the most innocent of requests sound like call for copulation.
While they walk, she placed a hand rather intimately upon Arngen. "And how are you? Do you need my healing arts?" Though only a daughter of the Duchess of Ferarch could make even the most innocent of requests sound like call for copulation.
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Dalamar
Adventurer
OoC: Arngen is down 24 hp but received a healing spell here:
IC:"I could really use your... arts, Mistress."
Arngen leads the two to where the troll lay imprisoned.
and I don't remember how much it healed him. (That's what I get for not keeping sure what my current HP status is)
IC:"I could really use your... arts, Mistress."
Arngen leads the two to where the troll lay imprisoned.
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Brogark pipes up to Gentaria 'Unfortunately, I saw nothing, Mistress ferach. Had I seen the Coward, I would have torn out his throat with my teeth.'
The Hobgoblin spits over the side of the Dam in disgust, his allegiance to the House a much more devout one than many of the House family members themselves.
OoC: Please see the OoC thread for Healing notes etc...
The Hobgoblin spits over the side of the Dam in disgust, his allegiance to the House a much more devout one than many of the House family members themselves.
OoC: Please see the OoC thread for Healing notes etc...
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
About the Kuo-Toa Lair could be seen various goods.
Barrels of fish, as well as vats of dried weeds, pungeant and oily.
Several jars held worms, fat wriggling things the length of Jikull's thumb, and nearly as thick. these things were food to the Kuo-Toa, as well as a barrel of more sinister meats.
ooC:Waiting for Serpenteye to post...
Barrels of fish, as well as vats of dried weeds, pungeant and oily.
Several jars held worms, fat wriggling things the length of Jikull's thumb, and nearly as thick. these things were food to the Kuo-Toa, as well as a barrel of more sinister meats.
ooC:Waiting for Serpenteye to post...
Serpenteye
First Post
Nurthrak once again threw his full weight and strength against the steel chains that held him. There was a slight sound of groaning from the chains, a sense of metal twisting, but still the chains held fast.
He felt the danger of the situation acutely. Even though his captives were obviously dead or fled their intention had been obvious and their tortures pitiful. These Drow, however, he knew next to nothing about. What they intended was a mystery. He had dealt with Drow before, of course, and had seen their cruelty, though he'd never felt it first hand. The Children of Lolth were not nearly as brutal and crude as his own people. No, where a Troll would usually kill swiftly and gorge himself on the carcass a Drow would, if they had the time and inclination, play with their prey to maximize its pain and terror, taking pleasure from its pain. They knew a thousand ways of torture, and a thousand ways to kill. He had always admired those facets of Drow culture, but he had no desire to be at the recieving end. On the battlefield he knew no fear for any foe but caught in an iron web and held helpless like a fly before the spider...
Again he pitted his strength against the chains, first in a fury of rage than systematically, trying chain after chain, thinking feverously of stresses and fulcrums and metal tiredness, but knowing very little of such things failed again.
There had been Ferach insignia on the clothing of the Drow male. but what would be their reason for coming here? Ferach was a weakened house so why would they send such powerful warriors so far from their territory? The risk for the house would not be negligible and one does not take a risk without a potential reward of greater value. Other Drow had passed this way before, peacefully, likely searching for that same reward. That might give him the angle he needed... yes, that would help.
When he saw the Drow female, with the look of a priestess of Lolth, he smiled around his gag and inclined his head as a sign of respect. He then waited calmly, studing her carefully with his eyes of poisoned gold.
He felt the danger of the situation acutely. Even though his captives were obviously dead or fled their intention had been obvious and their tortures pitiful. These Drow, however, he knew next to nothing about. What they intended was a mystery. He had dealt with Drow before, of course, and had seen their cruelty, though he'd never felt it first hand. The Children of Lolth were not nearly as brutal and crude as his own people. No, where a Troll would usually kill swiftly and gorge himself on the carcass a Drow would, if they had the time and inclination, play with their prey to maximize its pain and terror, taking pleasure from its pain. They knew a thousand ways of torture, and a thousand ways to kill. He had always admired those facets of Drow culture, but he had no desire to be at the recieving end. On the battlefield he knew no fear for any foe but caught in an iron web and held helpless like a fly before the spider...
Again he pitted his strength against the chains, first in a fury of rage than systematically, trying chain after chain, thinking feverously of stresses and fulcrums and metal tiredness, but knowing very little of such things failed again.
There had been Ferach insignia on the clothing of the Drow male. but what would be their reason for coming here? Ferach was a weakened house so why would they send such powerful warriors so far from their territory? The risk for the house would not be negligible and one does not take a risk without a potential reward of greater value. Other Drow had passed this way before, peacefully, likely searching for that same reward. That might give him the angle he needed... yes, that would help.
When he saw the Drow female, with the look of a priestess of Lolth, he smiled around his gag and inclined his head as a sign of respect. He then waited calmly, studing her carefully with his eyes of poisoned gold.
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KitanaVorr
First Post
Enreala eyed the troll with her sharp lavender eyes, passing over each curve, each bruise, each welt with an almost calculated thoughtfulness. For what seemed like an eternity she watched him, but it was only for a few seconds, a few seconds between drow and troll.
"Not merely a beast - you were right, my dear." Those lavender eyes that should have been soft on any other woman appeared like glittering shards upon her. "And does this beast wish to speak for itself? Why are you chained? Aren't you morsel enough for these filthy fish creatures or is your prolonged life because of a purpose perhaps useful to me?"
"Not merely a beast - you were right, my dear." Those lavender eyes that should have been soft on any other woman appeared like glittering shards upon her. "And does this beast wish to speak for itself? Why are you chained? Aren't you morsel enough for these filthy fish creatures or is your prolonged life because of a purpose perhaps useful to me?"
