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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 1135230" data-attributes="member: 10820">Szith MorcaneMarpenoth 5th, 1372, Late EveningTe’tria was fuming mad. She was stuck on the ledge overlooking the chasm, waiting for a team to return from the surface. A team she should have led. She drew blood on the traitorous Shade, it was her right to lead the hunting party after them. She had been the one to report the intrusion. She had been the one who had repelled the pitiful surface dweller’s assault. Sure they held the ledge for a couple of hours and had slain the webspinner, but she was glad to see the thing gone, they did not really have any need for the largest symbol of the spider goddess for leagues!She remembered back to when she had reported the assault to Dorina. She had strode in, her head high. Her place in the outpost’s military would be assured by her victory. “M’lady. We have repelled surface dwellers who attacked the chasm!” She spoke breathlessly, excited at giving the report to her mistress.Dorina had looked up from what she had been doing. Te’tria had to look away from Dorina’s ‘subject’; the amount of blood was almost enough to turn her stomach. Her mistress almost looked bored, “And?” “I would like to form a team to go after them, ma’am.”“No.” Dorina turned back to what she was doing. The form lying before her twitched and the drow mistress chuckled gently.Te’tria was lost in her anger at being refused, and did not notice what her mistress’ victim was going through. “What? Its my right! I-“Dorina spun faster than Te’tria thought possible. Her hand latched onto the officer’s throat and Dorina shoved her back against the wall, knocking the wind out of her. “You question me?” Fire blazed behind her pale eyes as she growled, “Impudent wench.” Her fingers squeezed and Te’tria’s breathing started to come in rasps. A male voice came from the back of the room. “Don’t kill her sister, we need her alive.”Dorina glanced back, ignoring the clawing of Te’tria’s hands on her fingers and wrist. “Zedarr…” She looked over her brother, his black plate armor, glistened in the light of the faerie fire that lit the room. The scar tissue of his entire right half of his face also caught the light. “You take all the fun out of things.” She released the officer, who fell to her knees coughing and wheezing. “Do take care of her, and see to it this problem does not continue. I’m busy…” She went back to her victim as Zedarr strode over to stare down at Te’tria.“Get up.” Te’tria quickly found her feet, knowing that if she did not obey his orders, the consequence could be profound. She hated following the orders of a male, but this one was as dangerous as his sister, if not more so, and as long as they ruled Szith Morcane, she was theirs to command. “Tell me of these surface dwellers.” He turned to walk away, motioning for Te’tria to walk with him and explain what she had learned.Eventually they ended up outside of the chamber, and Zedarr stopped to listen to the entire story. Finally he nodded and began giving her orders. “Sounds like someone got lost, or lucky. It won’t happen again. Repost sentries at the forward post and on the ledge. Join the ledge patrol, I’ll have Valnura relieve you when your shift is over.”“Yes, m’lord. But should someone not go after them? I would be happy to lead a raiding party to the surface…” She let her voice trail off as she realized that Zedarr had begun frowning. “No, captain. Your place is with your troops on the ledge. In case these surface fools try to return. Understood.”Resigned, the drow officer nodded, “Yes, sir.” She turned and walked away. Zedarr watched her go, considering these latest developments. He walked down the hall to a door. He stopped there and knocked loudly. After a few moments, Velina, his niece, came to the door. She looked so much like her mother; the resemblance was uncanny, right down to the vestments of Kiaransalee. She narrowed her eyes at her uncle and questioned him, “What is it?”“The outpost was attacked by surface dwellers. I have a task for you…”</blockquote>

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