Posted by Jhyrbian on October 27, 2000 at 16:27:50:
An unusually cold day within the depts of the underdark, he wraped his fur The temperature was getting lower, he felt it's bite on his face. He deftly The matron mother began chanting softly over the fallen priestess. The bleeding
skin around himself tightly to keep warm. Something wasn't right. The mist
could be seen from his breath, as he walked along the streets of the city.
He walked with uncanny stealth, his eyes ever so alert. Born, and chosen by
the matron mother herself to be her personal assassin, Veldrin he was named
...drowish for Shadows. Trained by the houses best until he was ordered to
'prune the family tree'. He knew no other way. His loyalty to her was a matter
of survival, the alternative was unthinkable. The slavemaster prodded a fresh
crop of fodder to their dens to the east, the sound echoed loudly in the caverns
" L'wael. " he muttered under his breath, 'The fool' indeed. Slinking skillfully
into the shadows wanting to avoid any unecessary confrontation with anyone. He
was not out for himself today, he had a mark to exterminate. A budding priestess
who had fallen out of favor with the other houses, but who'se power rivalled his
matron mothers.. so young she was, the matron mother took it as a slap in the
face. When she declined to join the house. The house of D'lakten small with very
few allies. Brought to favor by it's intense raids on the surface to destroy any
and all surface ennemies. He approached the gates to the worship grounds, he
deftly slipped through an open window. He nimbly untied an onyx black bag that
hung by his waist. A small dart of lethal poison would make short work of this
mark. Not a noise was made. He was sure of it, he never did. He filtered the
deadly poison into the dark.. his favorite method..'Elash Elghinn' his eyes
glittered. Silent Death was it's name. Death was near immediate after the blood
vessels in the victims body began hemorrhaging, with blood flowing from their
eyes, nose and ears before the cold mantle of death finally fell upon them.
walked through the halls to her chamber. He turned the doorknob. He felt a
slight prick on his finger. His eyes blurred, he shook his head groggily. He
knew then that he had been set up. V'dri elg'cahl he half muttered to himself
a very potent sleeping drug. Before going under, he heard foosteps, he heard
his matron mother's voice whisper into his ears, " Dosst streea orn tlu ultrin."
Your.. death will be.. supr..eme. He could fight it no longer, darkness came.
He woke up facing upward to the unholy symbol of Lloth's altar. His weapons
gone, his eyes still bleary from the poison. The matron mother was chanting
softly with the young priestess, a sadistic grin etched into her visage. They
would sacrifice him as an offering to join together. Why not? He was male, he
was 'expendable.' Veldrin thought differently. He was not ready to die. But
where would he run? There was only one place he had a chance. However slim it
was. The surface. He slowly felt into his right boot, ahh his knife was there.
He would only have one chance. He smiled sarcastically to himself, no he was not
yet ready to die. The young priestess came near him, started to paint runes of
blood upon his chest. He was ready. In a flash he had his knife with him, spun
around her and held it to her throat. He whispered seductively into her ear.
" Z'hin xuil ussa.".. Walk with me. They walked slowly towards the door nearing
it when the matron mother ceased chanting and turned her hate filled gaze at him
He nearly faltered at the sight of the rage in her eyes. Now he knew, she needed
the young priestess. She would harness her strength to further her own. A weak grin
found itself on his face, he had a bargaining chip. The priestess was sweating
heavily, apparently she herself was not yet ready to die. He walked slowly out of
the door, there was no turning back. He neared the city gates when the matron
mother caught up to him with a host of guards with the weaponmaster himself.
He edged the knife closer to the priestesses throat. The matron mother stopped.
As soon as he hit the caves, he would be lost, she knew this. But she was not
willing to let the key to her power fall. He was in the caves now, the matron
mother following slowly behind, he stopped a moment. She was in sight, she
glared at him with such intensity that he nearly ran. But he had never missed
a mark in his life. He whispered to the priestess.. " I've never missed a mark."
She stiffened coldly. Grinning to himself, he yelled to the matron mother.
" Usstan xun dos nindol uss bel'la.".. the words hit her like a thousand
needles. She was fuming.. 'I do you this one honor.' As he slowly ran his
knife across the neck of the priestess blood flowing out in sheets, she let
a scream out that would never be heard. He darted into the darkness. They
never even looked for him. They would find him, eventually. The world was a
small place after all.
ceased. She was near death, but she was strong. She would survive. And the
wretched male had given her what she needed most.. a bond with the priestess to
work together.
Days went by, he knew the caverns well, starving and dehydrated he found his
way to the surface. His life was just beginning he realised. So much is gone,
yet so much has arrived for him.