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The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Mon Apr 24, 2017 2:40 am

The boat bridge fell to the shore, and she ran out of the boat. Is she finally closer, closer to him? It had been a year or more, since fled from home, in search of lost brother.
And you would not think, how hard it is to track down a single drow scout, even when goddess offers you partial guidance. She paused and looked around. It is hard to admit, how much she
misses him. Young woman closed eyes and remembered last vision. She saw him walking in a large hall. And in a forest. Sneaking around, as usually.

She opened her eyes. Hand rubbed young face and gave out soft sigh. So close! But the questions following up once she gets hold of him, remain. "What then?"
Young Drow had no idea. And hoped, it would sort itself.


This city looked like a merchant hub. Unlike the strict military outpost they both come from. Young maiden did not manage to take a look around properly, and some woman claiming to be matron already dragged her to arena, forcing her to face some demon. Young girl faced the demon riddled with ilness and surrounded with smell even she could sense. The duel had been quick, the demon punched her into face, knocking her over. First experience from the city....and the smell...it took two days to get rid of it from armour.

Brother, where are you? When we will walk down the streets togeher again. The only person she feels to be free with.

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Post by flower » Thu Apr 27, 2017 10:26 am

The first Dance

Last gnoll fell and she followed up her brother. He paused by entrance. "I forgot, this is your first experience, right?" asked glancing to sister. "Kind of," she smiled back.
"It may take time to get used to it," nodded and smiled, "Shall we?" Brizshala went through entrance out, following him. Already in cave felt the fresh breeze. Outside the weird smells hit her hard. While weak smell, the aroma of nature above had been so strong...she smelled wetness in air, and lots of pleaseing tones within it. And the colors. Glanced up, the dark sky above shined with several gems scattered all around it. Girl took a breath, it was so much lighter around. Looked up again and felt partially lost.
"There you can see a Moon," said brother and she immedietly searched for it. But failed to do so, as trees obstructed the view. She had to move uphill, staring at the white glowing circle on sky, disabled from any activity...her brother fighting off small horde of gnolls meanwhile.

Both departed from valley, in their quest for lake. Goddess granted her days ago a vision of flat rock on the shore of it, and now both headed for it. They arrived to the lake hour or two laters,
and she indeed found the rock from vision. While drow scout stood there, observing and guarding, sister undressed and began to dance upon flat rock, standing out above dark waters. She sank into
transe almost, time to time mindlessly channeling divine powers during dance. One of prayers caused, that Moonlight almost centered onto her, glowing around and moving with her. Reflections played in the lake, with her shadow dancing within it.

The daylight was coming. But he could not refuse wish to his sister, to look at the city in skies. He took her along, but time had been passing too fast. He did not let her to stare at the city long time, barely letting her glance up into skies, where many lights of elven city flew in sky. Brother pushed forth, leading her to some isolated cabin.

With grim tone, informed her about first meeting with Elves here. And how did it end. She felt angst in his voice, and anger. How much did he change. Where has gone the young boy, punishing the little sister for bad slave treatment. He, who taught her to act and think different, and every time she tried to asses control or act as future priestess should, simple put her down....either by joke, face slap, or in other means. Her idol of youth was gone by now. Mature Drow scout is filled with anger, hatred and lost his ever present joy of life.

She moved up to him. When met him in Hub, did not dare to hug him. She even kept secret they are siblings. "Now i owe you this, i could not do it below," stated and dropped herself onto him.Short woman hanged around his neck with smile. But doors moved and cracked, Elf entering. "Uhm, i shall leave you alone perhaps," said, taken by surprise. She jumped up and away. "A family exchange," stated her brother.

Both were dealing. The man called himself Vanion. Another Elf joined them and she kept calling him sir. The drow scout striked a deal with the Elf. Information on Sventari, in Exchange for holding back his kin against himself and sister. When both Drow returned down, she felt change in him. Finally, the ice could melt. And Elves could leave him be. Or they thought so...

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

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Associates, friends and foes

First and only drow companion around became some Sinara. Woman, good with locks and traps. Brizshala took liking in her, began to flirt and tease her. It did not take long, and felt responsible for her companion. She armed her, burning thousends at basin when improving items for rogue. The rogue began to stalk her, obviously trying to join her for travels outside. Brizshala knew, the woman is just abusing her for own progress, but any companion better than none. She could be useful, and often offer own insight to things. Just by nine hells, keep her stalking in shadows under check or..

Her silver eyes also fell upon a drow female, a slave. A schock striked deeply into her. And it was meant, to be even worse. The woman claimed be former slave of a human. The humilation, anger
started to fill Eilistraeen. Hate within towards slavers mixed up with her drow pride. She could not otherwise, but buy off the woman, to keep hand over her. To prevent any human, or anyone else,
from owing her. Another person to be responsible for, and yet another person who would sink blade into back of priestess at any time its of advantage.

Then there is that...Jennie. Cheerful and crazy hin folk. They met at random on shore of underdark river. There is no force to tie down energy of the short woman. Still dashing ahead,
so loud, so naive. "Briz!" "My friend Briz!" Briz Briz!" the shouts fill mind of Drowess faster than her ears can absorb that voice. She failed to drive halfling away from darks, and on top, her being friendly caused the hin folk returned, over and over. Once even tricked her dwarven friend Legnar, that below is a free ale. Briz kind of liked that dwarven fella. Although he almost rushed her. Do not ever ever call a Dwarf as Duergar.

Arab Afin house. Random meeting with their matron returned Drowess quickly back on the ground. She offered to initiate her into temple, saying Amithrade would let her wait forever. With no interest to speed things up, refused. When woman figured out, she is part of Trisvaria, she began to mock her. About house rank, and its associates. She had no idea, this Eilistraaen would give no
damn about it. The woman whined and whined, until priestess of Dark Maiden answered..."Do house ranks matter when they are subject to sudden change," and clearly meant the dogma of Lloth, where stronger comes on top. The matron got butt hurted, sending her off. Finally. Arrogant whinning ignorant, would Briz note. Spies of temple brought many signs of heresy and anti-temple planning from within. Stay away from them, Brizzy, whispered to herself. No side taking, no crossfire needed.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Thu Apr 27, 2017 11:34 am

Dealbreaker

Drow youngling sat on the rock, waiting. The Moon shined above her, but tonight, tonight she had no interest, nor mood. Waiting. For Elf to explain himself. Does it matter? He will not come.
She came only to excuse herself, that did all she could to...her thoughts switched to brother. Him laying heavily wounded, even after ressurecting him. But worst blow was to his soul, she felt the great hatred within him. Against treacherous Elves. The word of Elf called Vanion did not last till third day. He was so quick in betrayal, it could even match her own kin.

She felt urge. For revenge. For what they have done to her brother, not in physical manner but on soul level. They destroyed the boy within, the one she loved and who gave her better way to live.
She thought of all ways she could revenge upon them. But she knew she is not able of. There is no excuse to let others suffer because one of them broke the deal. "Few cycles ago we had Elf here and tortured it," boasted now new archpriestess, showing her cell. Will she let it happen, when could help? The answer was bitter. And she hated it. No. Somewhere deeply within, the Call was growing stronger.
The Call of Spider Queen. Offering, promising. The sorrow made it hard to shut it down tonight. She just sat, in silence, listening to the Call inside and to the Dark Maiden presence within herself.

Then glanced back. Vanion stood there. For a moment freezed. He came, and she did not count on it. Slowly raised up. Mixture of feelings filled her. Lets have the Elf explain himself.

Hours after saw her dashing down from portal chamber, teleporting herself to the Hub. The Call was gone. She decided to trust the Elf, to trust he is sorry for the incident and while present, he did try to intervene. The life will bring many obstacles into road, and she will now just grip her teeth together and work it through. The decision to believe the Elf may and may not prove to be a mistake, but in her eyes, it is worth to try.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Mon May 01, 2017 2:02 am

When your sibling is right

"Your brother is idiot," said woman. That alone was enough to shut doors down, but she just swallowed the comment. She came on behalf of Elf, restrained herself, and forced herself to speak further. Soon another woman appeared. While both tried to look friendly, the threaths and demands were so clear in voices. Like her mother.
The attempt to control her, the open elven arrogance...why would someone like them serve her Goddess? A glimpse of own oppinion, different belief from them, and both acted like she would be a piece of trash.

They laughed out her connection to the Goddess, and began to give threaths about Black Archers. Both pseudo priestesses turned and walked off. No regrets the Drow felt. If this is to be an elven priestess of Eilistraee, then she is proud she is Drow. There was no difference, between those cocky matrons below, and them.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Tue May 02, 2017 3:55 pm

Friendship, and its hardship

After experiences, she went to dance fully warded. As soon as stepped out of portal, and took look around, someone yelled behind her. "Yay!" The Drowess jumped up in reflex, immedietly gripping on sword.
The night cut through a sharp, cheerful giggle. That hin! She sighed out. It seems tonight nothing comes out of praying. "Lets go to other place tonight!" shouted short one, and before Drowess could respond, hin dashed off. Drow glanced to the Moon, shrugged in apology-like gesture towards it, and ran after. The hin took her high into mountains, battling tribesmen on the way. Once, when did a break, Dwarf appeared. At first he pretended he cannot recognize Brizshala, but when handed over two bottles of ale, he did. Would you think this hin, for a moment, could settle and let them chat?
No way. The Dwarf barely managed to empty both bottles and hin had been already gone...

They fought their way through number of enemies, up in the frozen temple. When she spat to ice ground, it freezed. To plunder someones temple felt so wrong for her, but the manner of acting and the way it seemed, that God and her followers were no friends to folk of any kind. Tiny group battled down to the bottom, when encountered weird halls with numerous levers.
There the Drow had to slain the most beautiful creature she had seen so far, ice leopard. Well. She could leave it paralised, but that thought came to mind too late. She wished to express to others her feelings, but words about regrets of this fell to empty hall. The ever-run-dash-giggle hin was gone, and from Dwarf she saw only back, as he was charging across hall.
Despite her protests, crazy Jennie pushed the adventure too far. Protests of Drow to let locked things locked, fell on deaf ears and her refusal to face supposed dragon had been met
with accusations of cowerdice.

The Dwarf simple followed hin, she could feel his worries but obviously, his pride did not allow him to back down. The short one dashed in, running back. "Coming!" shouted. Brizshala already kept glancing around, thinking hard of withdrawing in silence. Before, she could hesitate only with brother. She would never leave him. But others...today, it became different. Dwarven warrior fearlessly faced the dragon along with summoned Deva, and Dark Elf quit her thoughts, rushing in to heal him. In the end they fared well, too well.
The wyrm is no common drake or dragon. The hin lied. Again. Or kept it secret on purpose. It is some ancient Ice Wyrm. Probably older than all of them together. Fed up with their resistence, it backed off and roared, spitting. Thousends pieces of shattered ice hit Drowess, piercing armour on many places, impact tossing her aside. The last thing she saw, was the thing stomping over Dwarf.

They were lucky enough to live another day, but experience had been pretty painful. Weeks ago, Eilistraeen desired after friends. Now, with friends, she desired after "normal" friends. The crazy, mad hinfolk, using powers neither of them could understand, careless and always dashing around, and Dwarf, who measures all things by ale, and is so damned stubborn. But life begins to teach her, you either take friend with all you like and dislike, or you get no friend at all.

The question, lingering in mind of younling, sounds....how many times she will listen to..."Hey, dont be so uptight, we -almost- won!" ?

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Sat May 06, 2017 3:57 pm

Warlocks and a Drow

She jumped out from portal, and right into combat. Local bandits attacked, fighting her elemental. By corner of eye spotted a small man, but he withdrew as soon as saw her. The foe numbers were big and would make for a hard fight, but suddenly Jennie appeared next to her. Her magic speeded up both fighters and hin concealed them. One by one foes were killed.
"I am glad you are here, it would make up for a hard fight...but it seems from my dance is nothing now," stated and knew well, Jennie would rush them out somewhere.
But first that hopeless hin brought the man standing far away from them. Both spoke in hushed tones, then joined Briz. "This is sir W*****," said Jennie.
He looked like a Dwarf. She turned hostile, remembering the guy Jennie spoke of last time, proved to be a human from below! Perhaps a Duergar this time?! Man proved he is a Gnome, and it calmed her down.

All of them departed. Already on the way, the man began to use powers. Brizshala, living all life in Underdark, easily recognized them. Her mood became instantly ruined. Another pacted!
On behalf of Jennie, she remained silent, all of them continuing further. When descended to the cave, man began suddenly question, if Brizshala is a paladin. Several times Drow answered, she is a priestess.
She knelt and prayed to restore her powers, and while praying, their male companion noticed she is Drow. Then the moment came, when mister W***** misunderstood the whole case. While Drowess opened planes bringing up celestial to help them fight, the Gnome, obviously because seeing a Drow, stated..."Well, when this is that kind of party..." and brought in devils. To his total surprise, a conflict broke out. The Drow stood up against it, demanding dismissal of it.
"Come on, Briz, it is just a tool," said Jennie. That was too much. "I have enough of this shite in Anduanor. Good luck Jennie," she turned and walked away.

Jennie, in the end sent man away. An argument rose up. About tools. Purpose. "Your kin is similar to it!" halfling snarled out. The reaction was cold. "And that is why I oppose my kin," answered Drow. Jennie looked away, rather turning to dash ahead. "Good point," admitted and Brizshala breathed out, satisfied that argument had been over.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Mon May 08, 2017 1:04 am

Elf and Drow

Briz teleported to the road from Cordor. She should explore these iron mines. Followed the road down, with small horde of Goblins coming from all sides. Her blade cut down all of them, not real foes unlike Goblins from below, but certainly an annoyance, messing her garments with blood, shattered bones and brains. She moved further, reaching a bridge with gate. As soon as Drowess opened gate, something told her to turn. Right in time to block arrow fired by Goblin, with shield.
She sighed out, and lifted foot to charge it when..."I got that, lady!" young Elf rushed around, cutting Goblin down. Elf offered her escort to the city, but she told him where she is heading, accepting his company. Even her untrained eye caught up he is begginer with blade.
But his desire to protect her and guard her on road put her off. That is not what she is used for.

They entered mines, and after slaying several kobolds attacking them, she asked for his watch while she prays. Man swore to protect her, and then she dispelled wardings, kneeling in prayer. Elf remained in shock, but kept his word. She offered her apology after. The Elf had been handsome, with her taking likings in him. And his manners of acting. When she escorted Elf to safety, he carried away item imbued with magic. To remind him of her. Strange and allien feelings overflooded mind of Drow. She could not remember any such high desire to meet anyone again, like that now.

It just added up. Like weeks ago, when she spent time searching for tome with celestial lore. Just to find out all she had to do, had been to ask own Goddes and when breaking planes, let own nature to pull beings out. Till that very moment, doubts followed her tracks. What if her Goddes and dreams were only another trick of Spider Queen. But that night, when under Moon after dance first celestial answered her call, all doubts became gone. It happened prior meeting with both priestesses. She smiled, slowly descending back to the mines.

She knows, WHO is she. She knows, WHAT is she. She needs no Storm or damned Eilonne to tell her. Let them choke on their own pride and arrogance.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Fri May 12, 2017 11:01 am

Uneasy Friendship

Drow noticed Feng idling around, and while not the best idea, she invited her to accompany priestess for a dance. Feng agreed, and followed small Drow. Both reached the place. She tried to invite Feng to dance with her, but Elf refused, rather standing on guard with axe. "Is she protecting me? Or preventing me from doing something," flashed in mind of servant to the Dark Maiden. Both spoke some, then priestess began to dance. As always, giving herself fully into the dance. She hoped to be refreshed by it, like in past. But this time goblin followed up along the shore, baring its yellow rotting teeth. It passed message from matron and ran off. Frowning, woman tried to focus onto dancing, but failed. With sigh, dressed up and motioned Feng along, walking through Arelith forest.

"What Drow does if meets any,"
asked Feng. "I either defend myself, or run," answered Brizshala. Unlike her brother, fortunetly, did not have that big "luck" like him. Yet.

They encountered some elven woman, with large man, perhaps an half orc. Brizshala engaged Elf in chat, and when Elf said she just recently arrived, handed over several sapphires. For easier beginning. The man received one, as payment to keep that Elf safe.
Brizshala issued warning on Iron Order, and her brethen, moving away. Feng grumbled behind. "Feng disappointed," stated. "Feng hoped to see Drow run," added. Young Drowess laughed out. "I am clumsy, i do not like running," chuckled.
"Feng chase and Drow practise then," said Elf. Drow peeked back at Feng, corners of lips twisting in a smile.

When she asked Feng, to not cause conflicts below, Feng did not know the right meaning of her request. It is hard to stand nearby, watching Feng being shot by gonne. And Briz is not ready yet, to take sides in this manner.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Tue May 16, 2017 11:00 am

Two Lovers

"Go there and wait, face away, until i say!" commanded young Drow, and waited till Elf did so. She then dropped down armour, and leather cloths, dressing in a plain, fancy robe. "Now, you may!"
Her companion turned around and approached her, smile forming on lips. His hands took hold of female hips and partilly lifted small being, almost off ground. While she struggled on tiptoes, man leaned down to kiss her.
Movements of woman ceased and she gave herself fully to the kissing. She would wish that moment last forever. Only after a while, both separated, but remained in hug.

So little and so many to discuss. She felt overrun with unknown feelings, and the knowledge there is noone to talk about it with, had been like painful sting echoing inside. This Elf...so naive, polite...and caring. Foolish.
But she loved it.

Drow priestess accompanied her elven companion up, watching him depart. She sighed out, while words of song sounded within her mind.

Two lovers, two forces of love and hate
I pull you, you pull me, we complicate
Unlikely defendants in a lovers' trial
And facing a world in complete denial
From Andunor, Cordor to Myon, the stage is set
Two cultures in conflict, love under threat.

The fires of the righteous will always burn
And turn us on each other until we learn
To harness the power of our distinction
And throw off these shackles of bad religion
One thousand and one nights change everything
I am your cursed queen. You are my elven prince.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Tue May 16, 2017 11:15 am

Artefact Hunting

This night would have seen Drowess wandering into mountains. She lingered around the local tavern and when descended, met that Legnar guy. Standing on cliff she called down to him..."Drop axe, and yield!"
The Dwarf stopped in shock and froze in place, his eyes scanning mountains. Her giggle filled air, and rushed down, walking up to him. Right, when handing him over a bottle of ale, the Dwarf began already his rant.
"Tha day ah would yield, tha day when ah stop drinking aleh!" grumbled. Admirable Dwarf.

Together, both travelled backwards. Chatting casually, they spoke of Jennie. "Oh i am glad that little devil is away," she joked bout. Legnar chuckled. "Where ah be she be there! So you see her soon!"
Few moments later...larger group rushs from below...with Jennie ahead!

IT felt so weird, travelling with Hin, Dwarf, human warrior and the other...priest? No...but he seemed to be follower of some god. Later, he proved to be a paladin. The group battled onward through temple laying above camp, even fell the ancient Wyrm inside. There they seized locked chest...and noone able to unlock it. It would be better that way...but fey appeared. She unlocked the chest and they had to promise to help her retrieving other artefacts.
Inside was found platemail. It was really awsome piece, perfect one for a priest. But something, what never happened ago, in their party...both humans began to argue and haggle who should take it.
It took them hours and hours to come some result. And only because none of the three others put claim onto it. When paladin striked a deal with the warrior, he turned to others to know their price for their share on item.
"Use it to fix the wrong," told him Briz. The foolish and naive man began to swear to clear ridges of Benwick with it, but she quickly settled him down. Take only oaths you can fill.

Ooh Jennie. We will have to gather more of these items, for ourselves.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Sun Aug 20, 2017 9:38 am

Myon, Elves

It had been some time, since she returned back to Island. Not a single good message awaited her. Vanion is gone. Council is gone. And within Myon, Elves struggle for power. Drowess listened to friend, and frowned.
What she described too much reminded homeland and then Andunor. The tools that guy had been using. Brizshala expected Alara to offer hindered view but to her shock, not a single Elf she met was positive about that Marle-something.

Four weeks Alara went silent, and priestess found out she returned with lost memory. The rite, to return memories, took whole day of prepearing and waiting for nightfall. Then she led her out, under Moon, and rite started.
Priestess began to dance, sing, and pray, with half Elf following the lead. The other Drow, new and fresh to this experience, hesitating joined up. Dancing and singing took almost whole night. The priestess targeted memories and what was close to Alara. Every single thing she knew, and could use as anchor, she used. Once done, it was just on Goddess and Alara themselves.

And despite Jadoths claim, that faith does not help, it obviously worked. You cannot give up on faith, and/but , at once, you cannot expect gods to do all. But while memories had been cured, the political struggled went on. She refused her advices. Instead of building up her position in Myon, friend plans exile. At least, she talked her down from challenging the new elven ruler. When half Elf said she does not expect to win that duel, the Drow simple forbidden her to take it.
Not with this attitude. She was quite clear. It will not be allowed and if she did it, Brizshala would have to fight in place of her. No suicide-like gesture had ever worked or solved anything.

With Jennie missing, lets hope the fey debt did not catch up on her, she found a new companion to travel with. Wild Elf Venna. Their beginning did not start in happiness. Venna had sister, who died ages ago, but Demon claiming her life returned her back with claim on soul and pact. The mage and priest performed rite, but her sister died in process, essence of Demon destroyed and pact broken, it no longer sustained life of Elf. Venna asked to not speak of it, so those, if they still remember her, would not get their memories tainted by smear of demonic deal.

Both formed a perfect team, but with Gharmyl, and Popillius, found out could force anything to submit or die. Leaving politic of the Island far behind, all of them spent time treasure hunting and exploring. And while Drow is really bad at sparing money, the Gnome proved to be a rich bastard, tossing coins around with full fists. His most favorite delight happened to enchant items for his group. Or buy artefacts for them. He liked to display his art, and power.

You may leave politic behind but politic will never leave you behind. The mere thing friend is involved makes you involved too, undirectly. And Briz quickly found out the best way to piss Venna off, is to make remarks about -her- myon king.
She hates it (I have no king, do i look like a city Elf?!), especially after she had seen and witnessed new ruler giving threaths to arch druidess. It really made her mad. Both of them remember Vanion. Elf with manners. Elf, who set high standarts for both, the Wild Elf and the Drow alike.
"How could that win? How could THAT become a king?" Venna kept repeating the first days after elven goverment change.

The only Elf in Myon, Brizshala was willing to trust fully now, had become knight Keryvian. Weird. When you trust someone who follows god dedicated to hunting and slaying of your kind. Maybe, he just too much reminds Vanion. He has grace, manners, and in no doubts, honors his word. IF he was availeble she would have fallen for him quickly.
Myon Elves acted now in chaos. First captain said to stay out of borders, which she had been doing all the time, as council under Vanion demanded, then some regular sentinel walked up claiming she got order to escort her below...to do her duty to her kin. She would laugh. The woman tried to send her back where they knew she worked with Elves. More, she claimed it to be order from regent.

Later an annonymous letter appeared on doors. But the letter had been written with same words, words which noone ever uses, so easily indentified it belong to Ferawyn. When she confronted Keryvian and asked for clearence, he did not know of any change. He promised to look into it.

But -any- Elf thinking she would give up on her freedom, is terrible wrong. This Drow knows value of true things dear to her.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Sun Aug 20, 2017 9:41 am

Brogenstein, Dwarves

All the time she travelled with Legnar, her respect to his race kept growing up. She admired his determination. Easily spot trough his attempts to hide his terrors: portals, magic and ships. And she loved to tease him with it.
But one thing this Drow knew. That Dwarf would never leave her. He would never flee from battle. He would never back down from challenge. Even when Venna complains over his drinking and burping, Brizshala keeps this Dwarf in high regard.

Recently, by total random, she ran into another one. Falgrim. They chatted and shocked Drow found out this one is too trusting. But fortunetly for Falgrim, he entrusted the right Drow. Soon they met when Brogenstein forces fought in Aurils temple. She fought on their side,
glad that Thane pretended to not see her presence. Once Dwarves charged off, got flanked and situation seemed dire, she moved in healing Falgrim and calling on Silver Dragon. The planes broke and Moon Dragon sent by Goddess rushed in, slowing distracting trolls enough to get Dwarves regrouped.
The final battle did not went too well for Eilsitraeen. She tried to distract strong force of enemies and lure them off from front linie, but tens of arrows and trolls fell her.

Then Falgrim stood up for her, getting her body from Thane, as he said, and kept praying till his dwarven gods with help of Liunia returned Drow into life. While forbidden in dwarven mountains (although she did not promise not to venture in), it marked beginning of deep friendship. Falgrim proved to be a good companion on adventures, all around, even when not obviously finished his axe work yet. But as Legnar says, when you get a Dwarf the victory is almost quaranteed.

Others called Falgrim fool for standing up for a Drow, and this carries heavy bond for priestess. To not ever confirm their words. Enemies of Falgrim and Legnar became enemies of her too.

Freedom, friendship. The only things which ever matter.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Mon Sep 04, 2017 11:54 am

Friends of Friends

"Go ahead, take the pies! I can make more!" the human woman beamed smiled to them over table. But Elf pushed pie aside. "I cannot eat that, gah!" protested. Drow quickly reached for her pie, and stuffed it into mounth. Elf gave her disgusted look.
"You fat Drow!" hissed. Drowess would laughed out, if not mounth full of pies. She was smaller, thinner and more tiny than Elf! Definately not fat. Finished pie. Glanced to human priestess. "Since I know her i lost almost third of my weight from all that running everywhere," and giggled, when Elf made that angry face. Suddenly Venna conjured some small golden mirror, looking into it. Oh gods..lets hope this is just some temporary obsession.

They spent a good time together, and both priestesses held a chat long after Elf had departed.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Mon Sep 04, 2017 12:04 pm

Re-union

She handed key over and Nym accepted it. Then both walked into her quater. "Feels like home," stated joyfully Drow. She smiled and shook head. Could be better...but also worse. And if luxury is price for freedom, be it.
Brizshala observe brother settling down and getting ready himself for a rest. And could not resist to smile. The way he gave a farewell to Andunor was done in great style. He put many to sword fighting for his believes. Now, now they can fight together and walk openly, without fear they would discover him. A loss of potentional spy will be felt, but this will even it out even more than twice.

Yet she saw the troubles. The disorder he would bring. Unbending anarchistic nature of her brother, his careless approach to own words and promises. But as Falgrim told her days ago. Kin comes first, only then look outside of family.
Priestess had to think of others. Those, who still remain below, to take work against Andunor. She keeps their names away even from her friends. The less people know, the better. And once they are forced to leave, she and their drow-elven-human clan will be there, to take care of them.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Sat Sep 16, 2017 3:28 am

Notes of Priestess

"...I loved my peace. It was all easier, when alone, left unnoticed. But Marlevour pushed me one way and I cannot go back, I can't. I would loose face in front of my own god.
Yet why i have to deal with fools like Rhaeg? He called me cold, and questioned my faith, for what? Because he comes with a plan. And every single thing is not based on real basics. He plans to grow plants in cavern, but did not bother to check, it has no fertile ground. He wants to move people, but only food he has in stock is that cordorian, he would have to steal.
Rhaeg claims hundreds to move but the valley itself is like thirty to forty metres wide only...no way he can squeeze them in. But he listens to no reason. He got blinded by own focus.
All offers done refused speaking for others. While his intentions may be good, he seems to be driven by ego nothing more. I need to keep distance, resist his emotional blackmail. Even if it makes me look cold and ruthless on outlook. I must do that, to preserve clear mind and see consequences of our actions.
I was told he dennounced our god, after many of us refused him. People, who change gods, according their mood and how they feel, are so shallow. If this is his case, I am only glad he walked away from us..."

"...while i am happy for their friendship....I am not sure it has good impact on Nym. That Elf constantly complains, bad mounths someone - usually our friends, like Eric, and takes insults where none is.
His influence on my brother is shocking. When Nym failed to ressist taunt in Shadowar, and screwed us over by attacking on that -Wizard of Wharftown-, at least he acted like man and Drow.
But the hells was that now? So he put down board, right on entrance. I could walk back, asking him to relocate it, ask him where to...or i could just move it and say him i moved it aside. I spared us time chatting pointless things, but that Elf whispered into his ear i mean disrespect to him and stuff. Like..the hell what? Why my brother acts like insulted kid in his presence? Fine, i organise thing. But because if i stopped it, in time all effort could be wasted, as people need to be pushed sometimes, or shown activity. I am in no mood to accept these petty struggles nor allow that Elf attempts to get us drown in them. He better mature and my brother act like a man..."

"...so Keryvian may be next coronal. I gave him oath to free him from his duty of Sheverash. Sadly, i have no idea how. What did he say? That hopefuly his bond to a man stopped hopes of maidens in Myon. But I know that nothing lasts forever. Maybe they break up in time? How sad i cannot make his partner to slip on the rock and vanish in the pond...but lets leave it as it is...when i joke about my feelings, Alara blushs so much. She gets so silent and shy, when we travel across Island. Maybe i should work on this matter. Promote the joy...yes...i will work on that."


"...they think that priest of Dark Maiden has to be all the time soft, swayed by emotions to do things. The contrary is true. They forget i am not all the smiles and flowers."

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Sat Oct 14, 2017 3:11 am

Young woman walked out of her home and took look around. A familiar siluette appeared in the cavern, slowly walking up. Much older Elf than she, stopped and smiled. Hand made a circle in air towards exit. "The sun sets, time for a ride?" Lips of Elf formed smile. Like she would already count on Drow's passion for riding.

Moments later both were already in saddles. The dust and sand of desert rose behind their horses, galloping along fortress. The Drow pulled reings, slowing, and raising in saddle.
"Khabul smells!" shouted at guards of fortress. Elf rode past in wild, almost childish laughter. Soon women reached the coast, turning horses back. Deeply settled competition within them
made them race back to town, and once more to the coast. Slipped into valley and together rode over local orcs, putting them to swords, just to spend time racing around in circle.

And then, when night finally was to come to it's end, they set out of ruins, towards home of priestess. Riding wildly trough the fading night in forest, wind blowing into face and silver hair
flying along, the Drow easily forgot all issues by hand. A huge spider leapt on her from tree and she stopped, dealing with it. The Elf, loosing their race, caught up and grinning outrun her.
Drowessdisposed the monstrosity, and in anger gave chase.

"I'll catch you Elf!"

When both rejoined in front of cavern, it was time for a temporary farewell. Eilistraeen priestess watched that old Elf leaving, filled with mixed emotions. When she was gone from sight, all the weight of life settled down. The unfinished buisness. Yorn. Talking to some friends to ensure they handle it well, and alike.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Sat Oct 21, 2017 11:39 pm

The Black Archer and Dark Maiden

They were walking trough cavern. He played that "hero" to protect her from werewolves. Or that she asked him playfully to be, to walk with her trough the grounds of Church.
"There is awful plot in sentinels against you," stated and immedietly caught his interest. Started a story, which she weaved about Fe'daths playful remark to kidnap him for her. He would laugh, if was not of his oath. That the Drow considered as given.

Both stopped by the exit. Sunlight falling within small Hall of Song. They went trough several topics, one by one. From Khabul, to Andunor, Maerwen, and back. To Alara and others.
Her silver eyes lingered on him. "Now, everyone would laugh at me now." remarked. "At least i cannot laugh," answered. After few remarks, she finally said it. "I'd wish to spend more time in your company," and immedietly felt so silly. Deep within, where usually felt presence of goddess, that faint part of herself, resonated with amusement. Priestess pressed hands to temples, sigh escaping her. "Even She now laughs at me." Eyes of Elf behind mask filled amusement as well. He did remark, she amused him...in good manner, he said. First step to make him smile and lift his oath. Maybe.

Both exchanged few more words, before he hurried away. Another meeting ahead of him. She stood there still, staring into light coming from outside, partially blinded with its heat.
Drowess called him and coronal immedietly let himself to be summoned. And he agreed to be her negotiator versus Tahlrah. Hand run trough silver toned hair, lips smiled. Maybe she can never have him. But who cares?
Grim thoughts came to mind. If he comes, when she summons, will she endure enough to refuse to conjure him? A hope resonated deeply within...that the goddess would not allow her to do it. She bit lower lip. They would not be able to comprehend that. Hand touched the pommel of longsword dwelling in scabbard. "To yield is not an option, ever," whispered into shadows of cavern.

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Re: The Dancer and the Moon

Post by flower » Sun Oct 22, 2017 9:30 pm

Embrace

Her boot smashed slime to the ground. Thoughts of brother cleaning her boots filled mind, in mischief, when suddenly got feeling, someone watchs her. First, froze in place then Drow spinned around. Blonde Elf motioned to corpse.
"Did you deal with all of those already?" asked her in xanalress. He came! Shock consumned her fully, for a time.

Walked across caverns, passing several streams, until reached their destination. Entered cave and both went into water within. For a moment, childish mood possesed her, an urge to splash over Elf with water. For the sake of dignity, she held herself back. Instead Silvermoon showed him the Jelly. He was surprised. Elf chatted with Jelly some time, then Drowess took him up slope, towards a single mushroom, sitting in the source of power. Faerzness? Who knows.

"This mushroom will restore body and heal it on touch," told him. Elf moved closer and touched the mushroom. "But it cannot mend mind or spirit," continued Drow. He agreed it is hard to mend, but she had not finished yet.
"The hate twists and corrupts people, and i saw what it make them like. And I do not wish to see a man I love to turn into it." pushed out bluntly. Done. It was done. A heavy rock fell from her. But he had to figure already. These poems sent to him, pot of flowers...or their last meeting. Or even the invitation, to meet there today.
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They spoke, and a day almost passed meanwhile. She dared, and moved in, in shy movement, approaching him and hugging him lightly. Elf, not used to this, placed hand on her back. Forehead rested onto his armour, both remained some time in embrace. Creepy. After while she broke hug and pulled backwards. For many, that would not be enough. But she became sated for next months now. This was probably, the beginning of the most weird relationship within the Isle.

When she dashed home across forest, blinded with own happiness hit several branches even. She desired to dance trough the whole night, but that adventure with elven king exhausted her both, in physical and mental side. Dropped down to bed, falling into wild dreams immedietly.

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