RPG The Children of Loloth (Maturity Restrictions Enforced)

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]WARNING: This RPG is about the Drow, All other species, and the Underdark realm. Graphic violence, rape, uncouth language, and bloody hell will be present. If ya can't hack it, ship out. Oh yes, the signups are still open...and here's a list of the present non-losers: I'm just impatient...

Raiha : Val'Shagress Vondeux Sharess Megelani
Logan : Assassin Keisha Hitori
Dragonwarrior : Bounty Hunger Sether Von Draken
Spikey : Warrior Itsoku Maygumi
Ravenstorture : Gladiator Iolanthe Qu'riad
Juuthena : Assassin Anorel Destré
The Vampire: Ed. : Nightmare Molvo
Sage : Merchant Phoebus Rhamandari
The Harlequin : Demon Kynjaka
ShadO MagE : House Weapons Master Drashil Trin'del
Arika : Priestess/Sorceress Ariel Tarot Kishandri
Dimitri_Dragoon : Assassin Dilvon Gevinoc
Yoda : Warrior Xouzin Do'Urden
the The Boy : Gladiator Coran Trask
And my SLAVE: KnightOfTheRose : Slave Esrie Frontien
And my OTHER slave: Gladiator Kalanzyr Driirn
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[i]Vondeux Sharess Megelani picked at her nails idly, bored out of her skull. The role of Val'Shagress [common title for the leader of ANY clan] was certainly more boring than it was cracked up to be...and now she was taking a much deserved vacation to her lair....er...chambers. She was sprawled out on her bed, hair pouring from her head in a river of purple and silver. On her body were the type of comfortable lingere she had worn for generations.... But, still thinking about safety, she kept her staff within an easy reaching distance.

Finally, the boredom grew too ....boring.... She claped her hands and her young Drow servant, Rhain, quickly appeared. When she was born, she was grafted to have wings, and clapped in iron bracelets that were more like handcuffs.... a symbol of her miserable rank. The wings looked heavy, but were mostly shapeshifted from Drow hair, so she never felt anything...yet was commonly chained to walls by them. Unlike some obscenely rich Drow with money to burn, she populated her servant ranks with mostly free Drow, novelties, unknown creatures, and a few elves...but never humans. She prefered to put a dazzling front up. She spoke to her personal servant, but only after she had bowed in the show of servitude the lady enjoyed the most.[/i]

Rhain: What is your wish Mistress?

Vondeux: You know the white elf I recently came into posession of...?

Rhain: Yes M'Lady, do you want me to fetch him for you?

Vondeux: That would be lovely Rhain. But first, come here.

[i]The girl edged forwards, knowing what was coming. Her wings quivered, and she whimpered softly. The cruel expression on her face left little doubt. Vondeux slapped her, not as hard as she could, but enough to warn....her nails tracing five light red lines across her dark cheek.[/i]

Vondeux: Never anticipate my orders. And also fetch me a pitcher of wine and two goblets.

Rhain: Yes Mistress.

Vondeux: ...that will do. Dismissed.

[i]She bowed and made a hasty exit. Vondeux settled back, crossing her legs and fluffing the pillows with her shapely hands. .....this was definetly better than watching the fights of the arena. Blood involved...yes...but the kind she liked. Slow moving, for her only.[/i][/COLOR]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]The sun beat harshly down upon the yellow mustard-feilds Iolanthe was hiding in. She was sick of demons. Sick of merchants. Sick of neighbouring villages who wanted more than their fair share of whitewash. Sniffing the air, she smelt smoke from her razing village, but no sweat. No one followed.

So, without a scrap of caution, she stood up, her distinctly non-yellow form standing out in stark contrast to the hip-high harvest she stood in. Immediately, people standing on the edge of the village saw her and began running. This, she had expected. But there was something she had not expected... for them to be running slowly, limping as if chained. She didn't expect them to be armed with anything more than pitchforks, and she didn't expect them to be anything but simple village folk.

Suddenly, the idea of a good fight left her mind and she was faced with two options. Stand ground and find out why her friends and family were being attacked again (fatally, this time, it looked), or leave and find another place to stay.

Although she chose option two, spreading her wings and leaping into the smoke tainted air, they chose another option entirely.

Iolanthe could fly incredibly well, but with a crossbow bolt through her shoulder, she didn't even bother.[/i] [/color][/font]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][I]Kynjaka, known to most mortals simply as the Night Hunter, hung like his namesake bat off a great stalactite. Below him, an incribed circle pulsed with rapidly darkening faerie fire. The light was still quite bright, asiding the spots where it was darkened with the drow blood of one Val'Shagress, of a lesser clan. The wench had, in her audacity, attempted to bind him to her will. She had of couse, travelled far from home, so as not to be caught doing so. She obviously preferred not to have any rival clans aware of her bid for power. That, of course, had meant that she had not been in the enspelled protection of her own home. This was about the ninth time something like this had happened. Again, Kynjaka had been forced to defend his autonomy. Not that he minded tearing apart overly brave or stupid priestesses, more than once in his existance Loloth had visted the Abyss and made things...difficult for his kind, but he suspected that Loloth would again make things difficult for him should he continue his slaughter.

Unless, of course, she delighted in watching her priestesses think up inventive ways to trap him. That was surprisingly likely.

At last, what he had waited for had come to pass. An overambitious eldest daughter, with her complement of elite drow guards, strode into the circle. Kynjaka could see her eyes, glowing with the heat spectrum she was viewing, pass over first her surroundings, and then him, completely oblivious to his presence. She swore, lilting elven dialect stretched into sheer rage. Kynjaka smiled to himself, and withdrew his claws from the stalactite, spinning in the air to land on his feet.[/I]

Kynjaka: My dear? There is some problem?

[I]The female started, and attacked him, a fine edged sword deflected by far sharper claws. The soldiers unhesitatingly attacked. Dark elves, they were practiced at fighting demons, and feared far more the wrath of a priestess. Kynjaka fended them off a moment with his hands, before extracting his flamberge from its sheath. The seven foot blade came around, struck the perfect parry executed by a female weilding twin long swords. Kynjaka's blade crashed through like she's never raised a limb in defense, and cleaved her nearly in twain. He jerked it free and spun, a backhand slash decapitating the priestess. At that, the others fled. Kynjaka pursued one of them anyway, taking to the air, gliding over her, and letting her run full into his extended paws, the pantherish set. He lifted her and smiled.[/I]

Kynjaka: Ah, the things I could do with you.

[I]The drow's eyes burned red at the mere notion, but Kynjaka merely laughed, and extended his claws. More than two inches long, they had no trouble piercing several internal organs. The drow shuddered, and died in his grasp. Kynjaka shook his head, and when he next looked around, he was back at the mercenary encampment. A voice behind him, one from Khalith, the leader of the ground, caused him to turn.[/I]

Khalith: Again?

Kynjaka: Yes. These mortals test my patience.

Khalith: Be wise, Night Hunter. Let you fury bide. To bring Loloth down upon you would do you no good.

Kynjaka: Aye Khalith, I know. But it vexes me, to have to constantly reinforce that I will not be enslaved!

[I]The last was delivered as a resounding yell. The other drow all automatically spun, and relaxed instantly. That level of reaction was required in this place. Kynjaka stalked away, to his own private cavern, his flamberge still dripping blood behind him.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue][i]Vondeux was looking forwards to seeing her newest slave, when there was yet another knock on the door. She sighed and in a very annoyed voice...bid whoever it was to enter. It was Kelnoz. One of her longtime friends. She sat up, and waited patiently for him to tell her his message. He stepped closer, bowed slightly in reverence to her superior rank, then spoke.[/i]

Kelnoz: I apologize Val'Shagress, but this is important.

Vondeux: Obviuously. Is Mel'Arnach going on a wild rampage? Did she set the city on fire?

[i]He chuckled slightly. His elder sister, Mel, would hardly do something as foolish as that. Her reputation was evil, but she was in reality, a very nice woman...only MINIMALLY obsessed with spiders. His face sobered up.[/i]

Kelnoz: It's about one of the younger Val'Shagress's from....the Yafaen family. They found her body. And the body of my own sister, Sylphiele. Idiots. ...killed by something.

Vondeux: A demon obviously.

Kelnoz: And we were wondering if you could deal with it.

Vondeux: Now why would you ask me to?

Kelnoz: ...they're not the first to die. And everyone killed has been either over confident, weak, or extremely power hungry. Hence, the lower houses attacking the whatever-it-is.

Vondeux: And my reward?

Kelnoz: You kill it, and get rewarded 50,000 Ada[about the equivalent to 50,000 dollars].

[i]She arched an eyebrow, then nodded slowly. That was good enough for her. A challenge. And promise of money. Not so bad. She stood and dismissed him. He kissed her hand and left. She settled back and wrote down the figure in her book. Then she settled back and waited. Terror in the night could be postponed. This was something she deserved.[/i][/color]

[Patronus]

[size=1][color=000066][b]Keishira pulled the male white elf up by his chin, to come level to her face. She leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled back.

"Do you fear me?" she asked cruely. The elf nodded, and Keishira laid back. Spreading her legs lustfully, she smiled slyly.

"Do what I said to do. Now." her harsh toned voice pierced the heart of the elf. The elf stood, then laid himself on top of Keishira...

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Keishira walked out of the tavern with a smile on her face, and a sword in her hand. She turned around as the White Elf came out, with a little smile on his face, but nothing more.

"Come, my slave, we must continue."

She turned back around, then started walking down the dirt road. The White Elf followed lazilly, and they made their way forward.[/b][/color][/size]

[Sandy]

[size=1][b]offgame:[/b] Raiha, I just want to know if the city where the drows live is Menzoberranzan or something else?[/size]
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[color=silver][b]Phoebus approached the large house build on a hill with two of his slaves. It was one of the houses of Masheena Tribe, the family of a rather indifferent Matriarch, but most of her offspring lived for partying. That made Masheena one of the most important customers for Phoebus.

When he reached the door, he knocked on it two times, then four, then two again, and once after that. It was the secret code that the daughter of Masheena had told her.

The door opened, and a wall for a drow welcomed him stiffly. Phoebus gave a mark for the slaves to carry the products in.

The main hall was empty, but that was totally expected. All the parties happened out of sight, in dungeons and catacombs.

The large servant-drow lead them to the cellardoor and down the stairs. Phoebus started to hear the voice of manic frolicking. Shrill screams colored the rhythmical music that was usually played in drow orgies, to help everybody to reach trance. Also Phoebus did his best to aid that cause with his products.

The servant opened the door at the bottom of the stairs, and the noise hit him. Magical lights flashed all over the room, making the sweaty bodies of young drows seem ghastly as they twisted in the beat of music. This was exactly what Phoebus liked.

Suddenly somebody jumped on his neck. Phoebus's drow-reflexes prevented him to throw the organizer of this party - and his customer - to the floor. Menes Masheena, daughter of Matriarch Masheena tangled in his neck, shouting at his ear: "My delivery boy is here with a refill!!! The party can continue!!!"

Smiling at the same he separated the dozed young lady from his neck, and handed the products to her servants.
"Thank you, Pheeb. Come back up, and you'll get payed", Menes purred, rubbing Phoebus's chest.

Phoebus returned upstairs with Menes and their servants. Menes handed him two pouches of gold coins and a silver medallion with a large sapphire attached to it.

Phoebus handed the payment to his slaves.
"Take these to the headquarters. I think I'll linger a while." Then he wrapped his arm around Menes. "Shall we?"

Half way down the cellar stairs Menes looked at him surprised.
"Wait... Did you just hand the payment to two [i]humanslaves[/i]? Aren't you - ?"

"Worried?" Phoebus asked back. "Not at all. Those two have lost their souls to Rhamandari Tribe, they can't think on their own. Besides, if they tried to escape with the money, I'd hunt down and mercilessly tear them into pieces."

"Oh, you're such an exciting man, Pheebs! Why won't you marry me? Why why why?!" Menes grabbed Phoebus more tightly as they reached the lower door.

"You know why", Phoebus said with a sigh as he opened the door. "You don't have a penis, dear." [/b][/color]

[Decadence]

[color=silver]His back had blood running freely from it where the snake whip and just ripped though his flesh. He didn't scream out though. He would not submit to the pain.
She whipped him again. His matron mother/Val'Shagress (I'm pretty sure they mean the same thing)was starting to become annoyed. She turned him around whipping his chest opening up the old scars on both his back and chest. Still no tears leaked from his eyes.

"you are dismissed" she said, bored with him since he would not scream.
He stood up slowly his back and chest on fire. The pain circulating though his whole body. He barely made it out of his matrons room be for collapsing on the ground coughing up blood. He laid on the hard stone floor harboring fantasies of running a blade though his matrons chest.

He rolled over onto his back and got up hearing the matrons daughters coming. He got right as they turned the corner.

"ladies" He said slightly grimacing.
"Drashil" Both of them said, their voices full of contempt.

He walked away and heard them whispering excitedly about the blood on the floor and the whip marks on his chest and back. He heard the door open and the three ladies start to laugh.

"damn it all" he said kicking a slave out of his way. He stormed off to his room trying to get away from them all.[/color]

[Revelation]

OOC: I am editing due to what Raiha has told me.

[size=1][i]Locked in her room all day, studying and practicing to become a Val'Shagress was not what went through Ariel's mind. She got up from where she sat and walked over to the door. Silently as she could, she opened the door and peeked outside. Not a whole lot was going on. She opened it fully and closed it behind her as she left the room. As she walked the halls, she came upon a slave getting a punishment from a guard. She left them at it. She walked further away and heard moaning, thinking someone was hurt, she walked to the sound. She came upon a sight, which was ungodly and forbidden to her eyes. She had seen a slave and a priestess together making love. Ariel had always thought that this was forbidden, but there are things that she does not know. Since she did not want to exploit anything further, she hurried to her room, on the way bumping into a guard. The guard bowed an exscuse and left the other way. Ariel walked slower, but still hurryingly to her room. Once there, she opened the book in which was given to her to learn about the ways of Val'Shagress. She was still at the beginning, when she was supposed to near half the book. She started and read what was she would expect. She bored of it and threw the book on the floor and layed there.[/size][/i]

[Decadence]

[color=silver]He walked back out of his room. He hadn't put a shirt or his armor on yet, The wonds from the whip made it to painful right now.

"Just once" he mumbled walking down the hall "just once I'd like to be able to cut up that thrice bedamned whip and ram a sword though her"

But right as he said it he put a hand over his mouth. He any one had heard that he was going to get whipped again. He looked around quickly lowering his hand from his mouth. He hurried back to his room putting on both a shirt and his armor on ignoring the pain. He walked around the building a little more relaxed knowing right now he was valuable and had very little to worry about in this house. But he couldn't let his gaurd down completely or some one would try to kill him. "The way of the drow" he tought.

He saw a female walking down the hall. He got out of her way quickly, she didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Drashil" she said
"yes?" he said. He was thinking "please don't be a summons I don't need another meeting with the royal bitçh today.

"Drashil!" she said slapping him "get out of my way"

It took all his will not to hit her back. She was a female he kept reminding him self. He stept out of the way and she walked by slapping him again. He hurried away from her. That was twice today that he had been hit, one of these days he was going to snap and try to run his sword though some one he just hoped it would be a slave.[/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Well, you must know...she's in a private room Arika. I mentioned it more than once. And you're not even in the right place. There is more than one Val'Shagress. I happen to be the stronger one. The others are part of a DIFFERENT HOUSE. You are either blind, or can't read. Not a very auspicious start....[/COLOR]

[The Vampire: Ed]

[b]Caution: This RP contains descriptions of very graphic violence, containing blood and gore. Not to mention it's long. :D[/b]

The sun's bright rays rain down upon the planet through clouds, the sky is tainted crimson as the morning comes for the above world. Two men are huddled behind a tavern plotting something, something they hoped in turn would enrich their lives.

"Don, this is it! We're both in debt to this damn town, all the betting we've done on these damn jousting tournaments broke us! We need to do this." one man said to the other whom was looking unsure about something. "Listen,Ralph, I, as much as you, know of our debts. Soon they'll be sending their dogs to collect. I know they'll beat us to a bloody pulp, but isn't this a bit too drastic?"

Ralph shook his head as he grasped at his forehead looking annoyed with Don's reply. "Don, those are just stories! There are no monsters living underground. But I know there is plenty of riches to be found. Zed, came back from there about a week ago with a bag full of gold! If that idiot can find something down there, then so can we!" Ralph said looking confident in his plan. "Perhaps--you're right, I mean he's the town fool. I know we're much brighter than he is. All right, Ralph, you've talk me into it. Let's go find us some treasure, and pay back these debt and live like kings for the rest of our lives."

The two men traveled to the edge of town seeking out the town fool, the man everyone looked down upon, even the low lives, the man known as Zed. Upon reaching a miserable little wooden shack they knew they had found his home, even with the gold he returned with his house had remained the same. Only Don, and Ralph witnessed him returning with the gold that day. A few pieces fell from the overflowing pouch, which alerted them to Zed's findings underground.

They banged on his door several times in quick succession, and slowly the door creaked open as Zed peeked out. "Yeah, what do ya' want?" Zed questioned them as they simply smirked at him.

"Tell me, Zed, where doesn't an idiot like you find an entire bag of gold?" Ralph answered with a question of his own shocking Zed as he attempted to slam his door shut. But Don, and Ralph forced their way in shoving Zed down. "Where does a pathetic creature such as yourself keep gold in this little shack." Ralph asked.

"No! That's my gold!" Zed answered with a whimper as he sat on the floor staring up at the two snickering at the pathetic sight before them.

"Haha, all right, all right. We'll be kind, and allow you to keep your gold. However, you must show us where you got it. We seen you emerging from the underground caverns with it, and we've never been down there to know where to go. So, you will show us." Don demanded as Zed just nodded with fear in his eyes.

The three then made their way to the entrance of the underworld, the place known as the Underdark, few surface dwellers travel through there, and the ones that do rarely return. Many of them go there for this very reason, for riches. Sometimes they do it to escape persecution, or take shelter where their identity is only known by themselves. Yet they all ways over look the dangers that may lurk there, the tales they've heard are nothing more, and that there is cities of treasure beneath the planet's surface. Fools.

As they entered the caverns Zed immediately led them tunnels that twisted, and turned. Lava lay beneath stone bridges created by the earth itself. As they ventured deeper into the caverns it became hotter by the second, but they strive to endure it to live their dreams of being rich.

Finally, they came upon a large circular cavern, the walls lined with gold, jewels, weapons, clothes, and other seemingly rare and valuable objects. Their shadows flicker about on the walls as light from small pools of lava scatter through out the room. Don, and Ralph stood wide eyed and their mouth hanging open. The stories were true, the Underdark was full of treasures, and their dream was now becoming a reality.

Zed stepped back shaking like a leaf as he watch the two greedy pigs attempt to line their pockets, and sacks with as much treasure as possible. There was a tapping noise coming from the shadows, and it slowly increased as a faint outline is seen. It's white eyes shine through the darkness focusing on the two men running around frantically attempting to collect as much as possible.

A sudden growl brought their attention to the figure in the shadows, they panic for a moment until it spoke.

"Theives-how dare you enter my domain. I've spent a long time collecting these treasures, and you come here with the intent of stealing them from me?" the voice said in a cold, serious manner, but left Don and Ralph confident again as it sound like a mere human's voice.

"Yeah, so what? Who are you anyway? If you wanna stop us, just try it." Ralph said towards the shadow laughing, but heard the figure laughing back at him.

"Ah-you must be from the surface. Hmm..." the figure went quite as he spotted Zed, and once again laughed before continuing. "Okay, take what you wish. But the treasure you're taking now pales in comparison to my real treasures."

"R-r-r-eally? I can't believe you're just going to give us whatever we want." Don said sounding surprised, however Ralph just laughed taking over the conversation. "Come on, Don, he's obviously scared of us. Aren't you?"

"Indeed, frightened." the figure replied sounding amused.

"So-where are these treasures you speak of?" Ralph questioned.

Slowly a long piece of wood extends from the darkness and dips into a pool of lava making a torch, slow as it's pulled back into the darkness it reveals more and more of the room. Their attention was immediately brought to the walls, however it was not sparkling crystals, or shinny gold they were looking upon. No. The walls were covered from top to bottom with mangled corpses, bloody skulls, and various other part of once living being's anatomies. As the light drew back even further the figure was slowly revealed as Don, and Ralph began to shake violently in fear.

A man is revealed, his flesh pale and his pulsing veins seem visible as the light touches his body. Zed cowers in a corner as the man begins to move forward, and fully revealed is the lower half of a spider.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" Ralph called out as it approach them, both men turned to run, but the creature leapt over them to block their exit.

"What am I?" The creature said repeating Ralph's question, then continued. "I am what people call a Drider. My name is Molvo, however-introductions are not necessary now. You must become apart of my collection." Molvo said with no emotion as he charged.

Don dove out of the way, but Ralph was too frightened to move. Molvo's arachnid legs carried him across the room swiftly, and as he passed by Ralph he reached out grasping him by the throat, dragging him back into the darkness wench he came. Don stood up quickly staring into the darkness as he heard screams, and the slowly rising sounds of something wet splattering. Silence came, and slowly Ralph's hand emerged from the darkness then it fell. Don ran towards it, and grasped Ralph's hand attempting to pull him free from the creature's clutches. Don fell to the ground, but no body followed the arm. It was ripped from Ralph's torso as if it were a simple piece of paper.

Don crawled backwards in shock, then suddenly felt a drip hitting his head. Feeling the top of his head, then bringing it back in front of his face to look at it, Don watched blood roll down his fingers. Just then a thud is heard, and next to him is a fresh corpse, barely recognizable, but he knew it was Ralph. Slowly, Don looked up seeing Molvo standing on the roof of the cavern sneering him with a lustful expression upon his face. Don screamed loudly in a horrifying manner as Molvo dropped from the ceiling immediately planting his legs on Don's arms and legs to keep him from moving. Don continued to yell from help as Molvo produced a medium sized sword from his back, Don went quiet as he stared into the white eyes of the creature holding him down.

"Don't stop on my account. Your screams are like music to my ears, I can smell your fear. It is an enticing aroma. I can hear your heart beating with in your chest, it's thumping is calling to me. Perhaps, I should start there." Molvo said with an evil grin upon his face as he slowly took the blade of his curvaceous sword to the fabric of his shirt.

Molvo applied pressure ever so slightly, and the blade began to slice through fabric and flesh as he drug it from Don's collarbone to his abdomen. Don's screamed in agony as he watch his chest slowly open at the blades mercy, his bloody, muscle covered rib cage came into view as Molvo's lust began to grow. Don could feel his flesh sliding around on his body as it parted, and slowly he began to go into shock from the pain shaking tremendously, but still in place thanks to Molvo's legs.

Molvo ran the blade over the muscle this time to make way to his rib cage, each moment he took in with great pleasure. Then he was about to cut through the bone of Don's rib cage, but he became to impatient dropping his sword to grasp at bone. With a swift tug the sound of snapping bones filled the room as Molvo brutally ripped Don's chest apart searching for his prize. Finally, he had Don's heart in his sights, his hands drenched with blood quivered at the though of freeing it from it's prison and feeling it's slowing throbs.

Malvo snickered, and laughed as he tore it free, leaving Don's convulsing body to flop about on the floor as he walk away. Blood pooled around Don's body as his gasp for air slowed, and finally came to a stop as blood began to escape his mouth. Don lay there dying, and the last image he sees is his still beating heart held against the creature's chest.

Molvo pulled the warmth of the heart from his chest to stare at it, finally he brings it up to his mouth and bites into it as if it were a juicy red apple. Blood stained Molvo's lips, dripping down his chin and over his bare chest. In this moment Molvo experience rapture, pure ecstasy, his eyes fluttered as the taste of blood satisfied his lust for that moment.

Suddenly, Molvo was brought out of his blissful state by the sound of gold coins falling to the ground. Molvo looked upon Zed as he stood up from behind a pile of gold, he trembled as he tried to smile. Molvo tilt his head to the side slowly watching Zed approach him, then finally he spoke.

"You imbecile! I told you [b]NEVER[/b] to bring victims to my domain. I do not wish for anyone to find my lair, that is what I always specify where you are supposed to bring them." Molvo said as he slowly turned to face Zed as he threw the heart into a pool of lava causing it to disappear in moments burned by the searing heat.

"Yes, I am sorry, master. They seen me with a bag of gold, and forced me to show them where I got it. They were the only ones to come down here with me, I promise." Zed answered sounding frightened.

"Fine, then take you pay." Molvo said as he grabbed the bag Ralph had filled, and tossed it to Zed.

"Thank you! Thank you, my lord. You're so kind." Zed replied in delight that he was still rewarded for a mistake. Ask Zed attempted to leave Molvo's calous voice brought him to a stop.

"Remember-I only let you live to lure victims to me. If it we're for my skin being sensitive to the light, I would kill you too. While there is plenty of prey down here, it's much more discrete to kill a surface dweller. Your services are valuable to me, but mess up again and I will tear your throat out with my teeth." Molvo said obviously lacking any emotion about his servant.

"Y-y-yes-sir. I understand." Zed muttered as turned, and ran from the cavern back toward the surface.

Molvo grabbed the two corpses, and drug them back into the darkness to make them apart of his collection.

[Corey]

A small winged creature opened the door to my quarters.

[b]Rhain-[/b] "Our Mistress requests your presence." I nodded, slightly happy. Mistress Vondeux had very nice rooms, but that was the only part of the manor I got to see. My room. It was a light room. Very nice, elegant colors. Apparently it was because I was a white elf. Something fragile. Something precious. Something to be protected. Not something I needed, nor wanted.

[b]Esrie-[/b] "Of course. It's about time I saw a hallway." The hallway was nice too. A nice red carpet stretched wall to wall. There were large steel instruments hanging from the walls at regular intervals. The winged thing led me more than halfway across the castle before stopping in front of a very lovely door.

[b]Rhain-[/b] "She waits inside. Go." I gave her a curt little smile and opened the door. Immediately I saw here. Black lingere kissed her body and hugged every single curve she sported. None of my previous owner had ever been this beautiful. She sat up and allowed her deep purple locks to fall about her body gracefully. Lust filled my mind. I wanted nothing more than to take her. I stepped forward, forgetting my stature in this household, and stopped immediately. I bowed on one knee.

[b]Esrie-[/b] "I ask your forgiveness Mistress. I was wrong in approaching you. I am Esrie, your humble slave." I stood again to find her directly in front of me. I started and settled back down. She looked refined, and yet a bit dangerous as well. And something in her eyes... She slapped me. I rubbed my injured cheek and watched the pleasure dance in her eyes.

[b]Vondeux-[/b] "Forgiven." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me firmly on the lips. I embraced her and slowly began to slip out of my robes.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled and removed them with her feet, adjusting her position to better accomadate him. He collapsed with her, in the horizontal position she didn't get nearly enough...being a Val'Shagress was tough.

His lips began to search the rest of her body...and she removed her lingere accordingly. His hands moved across her dark skin, contrasting so brightly with his own. She smiled to herself and slid her legs across his bare flesh. He gasped as she dug her nails into his back, not hard...he had to survive. Besides, it wouldn't do to break her newest aquisition.[/i]

Esrie: ....your wish is..

Vondeux: MY command.

Esire: ...yes.

Vondeux: ...do not be gentle.[/COLOR]

[Ravenstorture]

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"Nice little thing, ain't she?" [i] a voice muttered, barely audible over the rattling of the bamboo cage riding precariously upon a heavy cart. Iolanthe could tell she was caged from the even patterning of sunlight, dappling the inside of her eyelids at rhythmic intervals. The only other thing she could discern without opening her eyes was that there were others in the cage with her, her wound had been dressed, she had broken nothing in the fall, and the cart was completely devoid of any type of suspension or hygeine.

Rubbing her face, Iolanthe awoke to her new world and sat up. She was indeed in a cage, and the people sharing it with her were all young males, all chained to eachother. This observation caused her to look at her own feet....

...an ear-shattering scream ruptured from Iolanthe's throat as she beat her wings furiously, shooting straight into the air and pressing against the bars of the mobile cage, and in consequence, pulling those attached to her into the air as well. Iolanthe's screaming died to a desperate sob, tears streaming down her face and neck as she reached through the bars to her lost freedom.
Within a few moments, her strength died with her spirit and she collapsed onto the pile of disgruntled boys, dumped in her descent.
Feeling the familiar touch of warm flesh beneath her, Iolanthe groped for a plausible hold and clutched at the figure beneath her, hugging whoever he was tightly as she cried out her last pangs of agonising realisation that she may never feel her precious freedom again. [/i][/font][/color]

[Juu]

[color=purple] [i]Lights of houses went out, one by one as the blanket of blue above dimmed slowly into a veil of starlit black. Anorel sat silently atop the clocktower's canopy, wrapped inside her wings, knees to her chest. Her chin lay between her knees, as she sighed with content. Slowly, she ran her tongue against her teeth tasting the last bits of flesh from the other night. She hadn't eaten since then, and she felt a lingering crave inside her mind for human flesh. But it wasn't safe for her to eat one of [i]them[/i] just yet. It would be at least another month until the next full moon after all. Besides, if she was that hungry, there was bound to be a dead squirrel nearby.

Just then, an ear-splitting 'GONG' boomed through her ears, as the clock struck ten, still vibrating beneath her. She clapsed her hands over her ears, shooting a glare at the clock. Once the fourth gong ended, she wrapped her arms around her legs again, and stared back down towards the village. Then after a moment of thought, Anorel spread her wings, and darted down towards the city, when all but two houses had gone to bed. From there, she hovered slightly off the ground, pacing back and forth through streets. Up ahead, she could see a girl, practically a woman by appearance. Anorel halted immediately, and froze. The woman was clearly sobbing by the bay, holding an object with a metallic luster at her right, which was clearly a knife. Cupping her own mouth, she thrust the knife into her heart, and disappeared before touching the bay water. A tiny white light sparked before hitting the water, as a timid 'plop' was heard, like a pebble dropping in a pool. Anorel dived after it immediately, grabbing it with her palm before it slipped away though her fingers. Then she pushed herself farter with her wings, grabbing it with both hands now, and kicking herself vigorously to the surface.

With a thundering splash, she shot back into the sky, opening her palm to observe the object more carefully. It was a crystal, about the size of an eye. The woman had changed into this the moment she died. A perfect souvenir for Vondeux... Just as approaching footsteps could be heard down the street, Anorel began back towards the clocktower, feeling quite pleased by the cloak of darkness...[/i][/color]

[Revelation]

[size=1][i]Ariel awoke from her sleep and rubbed her eyes. She leaned over and grabbed the book. Since she already slept, she supposed she would read. As she did, the beginnings were about the history of Val'Shagress' and what they did to get mentioned. She wrote down keypoints about them and what they did. Then after those few chapters, she got to what magic they used. As she read, she wrote down more keypoints and soon filled a page. She stopped and put it down. She went back out into the hallway and heard noises. She kept walking further and further. She opened the doors and walked out. Looking back to see if anyone had heard. She kept walking and suddenly saw a surface dweller come out from a cave. She went forward further. She was careful not to be seen. She squinted her eyes and saw bodies hanging from a wall. She gasped silently and looked back. She made a hasty run for it, but soon bumped into a guard of the house of the High Priestess. He bowed and offered to lead Ariel back to the house. She nodded with fear and walked back. As they did, a servant had seen them and walked forward to the two. Ariel put her hand up to inform she was ok. She walked away to her room, yet again...the only safe haven there is in the underground. She picked up the book and started off again. Reading what was about white elves, drows, assassins, driders, surface dwellers, dragourets, servants, etc. The first was about Drows, masters of the underdark, highly prideful creatures. Skilled warriors and magic users, who are most evil and twisted. Most have red eyes, but those who are left with little spirit have purple eyes. She pressed on and read about the wonders that the Drows did.[/size][/i]

[Sandy]

[size=1][b]offgame:[/b] Raiha! Can you hear me? I asked you a question, and I'll ask it again as many times as it takes to get your reply. ;) Is the drow city where we are Menzoberranzan or what?[/size]
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[color=silver][b]
Beat beat beat beat...

This was almost the only thing Phoebus enjoyed in Underdark - the Trance Orgies. Many of the town's youth was gathered at the Masheena's party. Beginning soldiers, wizard apprentices and priestess novices all danced in the beat, jumping up and down, gleaming bodies tangling into each other. The magical lights made it hard to recognize anybody who wasn't next to you, but Phoebus didn't have that akward situation.

He was now dancing with Malacheus of Elriath Tribe and Jacco of Dratazz Tribe, both poshy young lords from competing Houses. But at Trance Orgies, none of that mattered. It was all about the beat...

A sudden shake of the ground broke the music. The dancers stopped slowly, and a ghastly, silent moment filled the room. The magical flashing lights were still on, but nobody moved. Everybody knew that it hadn't been an earthquake that had shaken the room. Somebody had attacked the house.

Dust and small rocks started to rain down from the roof onto the crowd, and then a panic errupted. Everybody were rushing to the only entrance of the dungeons. Those who still were sober enough to think clearly - which wasn't many - used their levitation skill to bounce off the floor, from the way of the mad crowd squashing each other.

Phoebus had a strickt rule of not using his own products, so he was one of the drows who witnessed the massdeath of so many young. He saw both Malacheus and Jacco fall and get smashed alive by the hundreds of people trying to make their way to the door.

It was chaos.

Then something blew up the door, making most of the wall around it fall onto the crowd as well. It was clearly a work of wizardry, which made Phoebus even more nervous. He could've fought his way out, but he had no weapons against magic. He reckoned nobody would leave the room alive - which probably was the intention of the attacker.

But why? It couldn't just be a revenge to Masheena - there was young drows from almost every House in the city gathered in the dungeons!

But Phoebus decided he didn't want to stay and find out, so he levitated to the opposite direction of the crowd, deeper into the dungeons. All dungeons had several hidden entrances, so why would this one be any different.

There was about a dozen bodies lying on the floor behind the crowd already, but the situation was probably much worse at the door. But soon Phoebus reached the part of the dungeon where the orgy hadn't extended. The halls shook every once in a while, but it was much milder there. Somebody had turned off the flashing lights, and it was a total darkness.

Phoebus would have been just glad with the darkness, if he wouldn've heard the voices. The hundreds of young, beautiful dark elves screaming in pain and horror, all unable to do anything rational because of his drugs. Phoebus's heart pounded. If anybody was to know, he would lose his life in a horrible way.

Suddenly his purple eye began aching. His father had told him that the purple eye was a mark of weakness, but since Phoebus's other eye was red like it should be, the situtation wasn't that bad. His father had been an idiot.

Slowly - but too slowly - the awful noise faded, only weak echoes running around in the dark dungeons. Using his natural darkvision Phoebus floated around the empty hallways, past the endless pillars and small cells. There was absolutely nothing there. No barrels, no crates, no skeletons, no chains - not even rats because there was nothing to eat. Nothing to eat... That meant Phoebus could also starve in these endless tunnels unless he found a way out.

So many had died that night - because of him.[/b][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]OOC: Hmmm. We've had death, blood, sex, war and pain. I guess that leaves only severe and ultimately painful torture. Why, you want me to take care of it? I'd be honoured....

IC: [I]Kynjaka reached his own cavern, a relatively small niche set forty or so feet up the walls of the greater cave. The small opening in the rock face started with a mere crevice that widened quite sharply, but a long-forgotten quake had shaken some of the rock down into the bottom of the deep crack, and years of weathering had created a floor. The cave was a mere thirteen feet high, Kynjaka could easily touch the roof, and it extended only twenty feet back. It was, however, almost completely inaccessible naturally. When Kynjaka had first retreated to the Underdark, and fallen in with Khalith and his crew, this cave had been a dimly seen blot behind a veritable wall of stalactites. Now, several of those stalatcites had been removed. However, there was still a quite effective maze that needed to be traversed, while concentrating on remaining airborne. And it was now tagged with various detection spells, for both magic and for presence, whether it be physical or astral.

Kynjaka, with his natural wings, had no trouble reaching the cave, and would have simply broken the stalactites away if he had. The cave walls were smooth, and were lit with a single, suspended globe of faerie fire, appearing like a will-o-the-wisp in the otherwise impenetrable darkness. Inside the small alcove, was housed the few meager possessions he required. None of the mortal comforts. Merely a stand for Ryvkaileir, an obsidian bowl for scrying and blood rituals, and a few manacles, currently occupied. A certain neccessity.

Kynjaka knelt down, examing his current captive. A small, dog-like demon, sent by one of the balor to ascertain his whereabouts. Its regenerative abilities made it somewhat perfect for Kynjaka's frustrations. And, today as every other day, Kynjaka found this mortal realm frustrating. The potential for untold death and wanton ravaging of mortals was within a fingertip's grasp, a hair trigger at times, but so abstract things held him back. Abstract things... A city full of drow...His own kind....The Spider Goddess. Such simple inhibitions. Kynjaka involuntarily snarled, elicting a whimper from the small demon. A mere four foot imp-like thing, not fit to be a familiar to an adept. Not a drow adept anyway, who would certainly not risk his life with such a dangerous and unpredictable cipher like an easily familiar.

Kynjaka stood and turned away. He'd deal with the creature, perhaps permanently, in a few minutes. He'd danced on the edge of banishing the pitiful wretch for days, leaving it a quivering mass of nerve, at both the banishment and the punishment that would be inflicted by whatever greater Abyss-spawn sent it here. For now, Kynjaka focused on the ball of faerie fire. Purple, the amethyst of his eyes under light, it appeared a tightly compacted ball of swirling energy, rather than the fey, winking mist-like glow of normal faerie fire. Truly told, this particular spark of force was enough to bore a ten foot hole in the cave wall, should Kynjaka have felt like throwing it. It was more than enough to destroy flesh of any kind. Which was why he kept it. A rather effective, rather innocous, sentinel, not subject to disloyalty or ...accidents. More than once he'd found charred remains upon his return. The ball of light hung motionless, asiding the constant convection currents within its radiant sphere. But this time, no vagrant ash graced his floor. Either his guard had been far more thorough than usual, or he had not been disturbed. And that idea was by neccessity, by the very mores of survival in this pace, completely absurd. Kynjaka narrowed his dark eyes, and retreived his serpentine-bladed sword. It was common for most drow to enspell protection, in the forms of warding runes or ensorcelled guardians. And it was even more common for drow to key in the grounding of the spell into their weapons. It was a reliable way of unbinding, as the paranoid dark elves never left home without their weapons. Kynjaka lunged, and the ball skipped side. A single sideswing caught it, and it fizzled out in a concatenation of violet sparks. Kynjaka immediately spun to face the exit, catching the attackers offguard.

Kynjaka never keyed that release ward into his spells. He left home without his weapon far too often to ever pass for drow.

Confronted by an enraged glabrezu, more than one of the furtive assassins, most likely engaged in some ill-thought out punitive gesture, hung back. There were six of them, wraith-like shadows in the darkness, lit only by Kynjaka's otherworldly vision. No doubt they saw in heat spectrum, and the glowing demon would present an easy target. Several bolts, from wicked pistol crossbows, flooded into Kynjaka's body, all perfect strikes. But the poison that made the weapons so deadly, so infamous, proved useless against the demon's arcane protections and extra-planar constitution. Kynjaka smiled, his fangs appearing as black rents in infrared vision. He swept forward, hurling the flamberge at his first opponent. The drow, a barely flickering form, was thrown against one of the walls, impaled and shuddering his last life onto Kynjaka's wicked weapon, but the demon spared no moment to give thanks that the blade had not tumbled over the edge. He concentrated on the next brave killer, who wielded two short swords, an unusual choice for the proud drow, who preferred to show off their skill with two longer weapons. Kynjaka leant back, and sent one panther-clawed foot lashing forward. The simple front kick met a series of devilishly fast parries and counterstrikes, and managed to draw blood through some arcane purpose. Kynjaka threw that massive foot to the side, knocked one of the drow's blade out of position. One weapon very nearly sundered, the remarkably agile elf could only avoid the snake quick strikes of Kynjaka's four arm. At last, one of Kynjaka's drow like hands closed on the runt's shoulder, and lifted him. A savage tearing with his teeth, and the drow's head hung by an exposed spinal column. The other four leapt on him, short daggers piercing him, leaving him feeling like he'd been hit by a barbed chain, so precise and in line were the thrusts. He staggered, and the drow pressed viciously, knowing that this advantage was their only hope. Behind them, the small demon held captive squealed with delight, hoping his tormentor would be overcome. Kynjaka sent him a look that traced icy fingers into its murky soul.

Kynjaka regained his masterful equilibrium, and simply shook the now frantic elves off like a dog shaking off water. A backhand with a panther-claw ended the battle for one of the elves, as chain mail hit stone, ribs hit mail, and internal organs splattered against the inside of the elf's chest cavity. Another sharp kick sent the fourth elf over the edge. His mouth could be seen working rapidly in a levitation spell, but his head struck one of the stalatcites, and the backlash of miscast magic destroyed his concentration, seconds before the ground destroyed his bone structure...

Two drow remaining, one nervous, one vengeful. The vengeful one ran forward, a long kasurigama twirled around his head. Kynjaka slid sideways, raising one leg in a side kick as he did so. The drow stumbled and fell. His remaining accomplice looked in surprise, for the blow had appeared to miss. Kynjaka gave him a look to quell balefire, and raised his foot. His dew claw dripped blood. The sidekick had torn the elf's throat out. Kynjaka stepped back, picked up the body, and with a contemptuous flick of his wrist, sent both drow hurtling out of his cave. The survivor enacted his levitation spell with more success than his predeccessor. Kynjaka allowed him to. The chances of him returning where somewhat minimal. The chances of him being remotely effective if he did were even less.

Kynjaka slowed his un-neccessary breath, and cleaned up his lair, removing the remaining corpses. The lesser fiend whimpered, knowing retributation would be painful. Kynjaka ignored it a moment, taking stock of his injuries. No doubt the blades in question that had sown agony through his body were enchanted, but whether specific extra-planar destroying dwoemers were placed on them were yet uncertain. He held up one bleeding arm, and looked closely at the wound. His matter was dissapating, so he needed not worry about specific bane spells. Which meant healing was mere hours away...depending on how quickly he finished the imp-like fiend.


He slowly recentred his attention, the creature's fear bleeding into its aura unconditionally, leaving it an emotional wreck. If Kynjaka set it free right now, it would die nevertheless, simply of fright. Kynjaka moved forward and again knelt in front of it. This time, he put his two humanoid hands together, and unfolded them so that their palms were up.

In his hands now glowed a long-stemmed rose of purple light. The symbol for dark love on the surface, with the lesser known, esoteric symbolism of death haunting those who received it in an intangible but undeniably soul-shattering way. The rose was many-thorned, indeed appeared too spiked to be natural. Of course it wasn't, being nothing more than a bundle of ley-energy, but it nevertheless mimiced the deathtrap flower in every other way.

Kynjaka prised the demon's mouth open, twirling the rose between the fingers of one hand. He looked down, what could have been sympathy in his eyes. He reversed the rose, and placed it stem first in the creature's throat. It gurgled as the thorns scraped downwards, and whimpered even more, but the true fun was yet to come. Kynjaka's hand caressed the throat of the being in front of him, before abruptly tightening. The creature's oesophagus tightened in involuntary response, sending spikes deep into the sensitive tissue. It screamed, even without breath. Kynjaka casually yanked it out, carrying with it black bile that seared the rock. Kynjaka stood, dispassionate, as the creature writhed.

At last, he grew tired of its worthless thrashing, and pinned it in place. His panther claws started at the middle top of the thing's collarbone, and slit downwards. Even as it squawked, Kynjaka peeled the skin away in strips. Muscle now lay exposed. Kynjaka stretched his panther claws to their full extend, and placed a hand over each ribcage. Each claw played lightly over the muscle between the ribs, light enough to promise, light enough not to hurt yet. The beast understood quickly, and held its breath. A lesser being, it could not do this for very long, and holding its breath was actually the most painful thing it could have done.

For when it was forced to gasp for air, the muscled shuddered. They drew inwards, past the in-curved with almost no damage, but as they expanded again, the caught and tore. So desperate was the creature's need for breath that it continued anyway, ripping its muscles apart, asphyxiating it even more.

Kynjaka watched, black and crimson fluid entwining in a dark play of pooling and being sprayed across the room. The creature's pain resonated throughout the room, overshadowing even the low screams. More blood and bile came forth, seeping now to a trickle. The fascination Kynjaka had once held was long gone, replaced by an almost analytical contempt. The being would die soon, no matter what.

Kynjaka removed the manacles that bound the wasted being, and again spun energy into physical matter. A series of thin hooks tied to string, much like those used to catch fish by surface dwellers, appeared, in a vast multitude. Using his mind, Kynjaka affixed many of them to the wall, and promptly hung the beast on them. Hundreds of small hooks piercing every part of its body. As it writhed about, they ripped further. Kynjaka allowed himself a slight smile, knowing he offered the creature a choice.

Either stay still, and let the hooks effectively crucify him, or give in to the firestorm of agony that whipped across sensory limits with the ferocity and unpredicability of a thunderstorm. If he did give in, the hooks would tear his skin off. An obvious fate, but one that took immense will power to avoid.

Kynjaka was startled out of sadistic reverie by Khalith's voice down below. He took one last look at the minor demon, and turned away, walking to the cavern mouth and floating down.

Just before he reached the floor, a despairing, wrenching cry, quickly followed by a sound much like papyrus being torn into strips, echoed out from above him. Kynjaka's fanged grin intensified. The weak-willed creature had given in. He returned his attention to Khalith, assuming the drow leader wanted an explanation for the sudden spray of blood and crypt fodder. Kynjaka gave him a succinct answer, and Khalith merely shrugged. He obviously had more important news. And when it came, it wasn't really a surprise.[/I]

Khalith: I recommend, by demonic friend, you moderate your activities. There is a fifty thousand ada reward on your head.

Kynjaka: Hardly flattering. Who's offering?

Khalith: The city as a whole.

[I]Khalith's voice was grim, an unusual trait for the unshakable mercenary. As one who dealt with all parties at once and played them off to his own benefit, Khalith had no aversion to killing stakes. But the unified might of the drow city was not killing. It was obliteration. Kynjaka whistled in appreciation. The drow city never worked as a collective whole. That [b]was[/b] flattering.[/font][/color][/I]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]The rest of the journey was a bit of a blur. Iolanthe got the impression most of the other prisoners resented her, whether because of her sex, wings, or thier bleeding ankles was something she wasn't sure of.
After a while, however, the cart lurched to a stop. They had been travelling for a few days, and had not been fed. Iolanthe usually only ate a few days at a time, and wasn't too fussed. She was fussed, however, when she realised the place at which they stopped was not their destination - rather a quite forbidding looking gatehouse. The gate wasn't very long, about fourty paces, in an arc. Both edges ran into a rockface. The fence and gatehouse guarded something... from the looks of the giant, gaping, black hole in the stoneface, it was a portal to the underdark.

Iolanthe stared into the sky for a while, the place where she belonged. She promised herself she would see it again soon....

The cart lurched forward again and soon they were in pitch darkness. A line of torches against one wall guided the driver in a certain curved direction, until the apparent tunnel opened up into a platform of some sort, bordered by torches. The platform was raised on the side of the track, and fell away on the other side. Strange creatures stood on the platform... suddenly, Iolanthe understood. The people who had captured her were slavers. She was being taken as a slave by the Drow... considering trying her escape trick again, she gave herself a mental shake. She was tough before now, she could be tough afterwards. No need to panic because your air has been taken away... she was stronger than humans, and probably Drow. But she had only heard, not seen them...

Chains were attatched to the top of the cage and it was lifted, swinging up over the platform where it was dumped. The doors opened at the end, and drow swarmed in, checking each potential slave and painting a number on the bare chests of some. A drow reached Iolanthe, and stopped, surprised. He took a crude, wooden whistle from around his neck and blew once, alerting those around him. People noted the species variation present and congratulated a particularly nasty looking drow on the end of the platform... slaver.

Iolanthe spat, and got backhanded as a reply.

The cage was picked up again and dumped back onto the cart, before it rumbled away into the dark tunnel. Iolanthe was not on it, however... she had her own, personal cage now, and this was placed on the other side of the platform, on another cart.

After an infuriating wait and three more carts bearing cages, she was driven off into the pitch black, completely alone, and feeling rather special.[/i][/font][/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Several hours later....Vondeux sat up, rousing the white elf sleeping next to her. He also rose into a sitting position, gathering his robes from the floor. She dismissed him with a kiss. He left, the door opened for him by Rhain. The drow girl walked in and knelt again.[/i]

Rhain: Mistress?

Vondeux: Lay out my staff, armour, cloak, and jewelry. I'm going to the caverns.

Rhain: ....y..yess M'lady.

[i]The girl departed swiftly. In the meantime, Vondeux slowly washed herself in the bathroom, cleansed her eyes, then began to apply the khol over them. She pulled on her lingere, pants, top, and then her gloves. She strode out into the armoury, and found everything just as she had asked. She slid on her gauntlets, her greaves, and adjusted the clasp of her cloak. Then she put on her necklace, earings, and adjusted her bangles. Last of all, she picked up her favored weapon, the Wolf's head staff. It instantly came to life and nuzzled her palm. She smiled and walked out into the main hall. The servants bowed and she waved them off distractedly.

The doors were opened by her guards....and they also bowed. She turned and faced her household.[/i]

Vondeux: If I do not return, be sure to let me know.

[i]She laughed and walked out onto the streets of [b]Menzoberranzan![/b] Several nobles greeted her politely, commoners shying away from her, merchents avoiding her maniacle glare. She descended deeper, shaking off warnings of "The Scourge of the Deep" and "Psychotic Killers."

Soon, she was in total darkness. Her eyes contracted and her cat pupils took over. The faint light from her staff adjusted her vision until she could see everything around her. Infrared. A demon....clinging to the walls.

Kynjaka. That was his name. And she spoke it softly.[/i][/COLOR]

[Revelation]

[size=1][i]Soon, Ariel came to the chapter about the Nightmares, Driders, and creatures that pierce the heart with fear to those who come near. Driders are forbidden creatures, who are sensitive to the sunlight and kill mercilessly to those who come across it. They are feared by humans and drows. Ariel looked up and thought that most Drows were fearless and they pierced the heart with fear. She read on and learned that they keep treasures full of gold, silver, and such. But, their grandest treasure was keeping their victims. She knew at once, that what she saw in those caves were victims fallen to a Drider. She pressed on and read more about Driders and how they are. After she closed the book, yet again. She was halfway through the book. She got up and went to the armory. A servant there bowed.[/size][/i]

[size=1]"Mistress. How may I be of service?"[/size]
[size=1][color=indigo]"I would like my scythe staff.[/size][/color]

[size=1][i]The servant bowed and went to retrieve the staff. Soon enough, she came back with it. She bowed and left. Ariel left the armory and stepped outside to the front. There she practiced handling her scythe staff. Hearing rustling nearby, she holds her staff in an attack ready position. She looks around and saw that it was a small creature. Knowing she would get hurt, Ariel went back inside and returned inside. She went to the kitchen and wondered what there was to eat. She looked around and saw that there was nothing to devour. With that, she roamed the halls, this time going too far from where she was allowed. She entered the hallways to the dungeouns.[/size][/i]

[Corey]

I walked shakily back to my room. My robes felt restricting and bothersome. It took most of my will to simply keep from letting them slide off of my body. As per my Mistresses requestm I had not been gentle. I had given her everything I had, and even more. I was exausted, yet still longed for her warmth. I could only hope that that she saw fit to keep me, for both of our pleasure.

I got to the door of my quarters and walked in. I bolted it, an act I was not supposed to do, and slipped out of my robes. I walked over to my shower, turning it to a quite hot temperature. The scalding water traced paths down my bar body causing gooseflesh to spring up. I shivered and stood there, letting the water rinse my body clean. Locks of snow-white hair drifted down to my pale skin. I pushed it behind my back and stepped out, drying off with a lightblue towel.

Wrapping the towel around my waist I made my way over to my bed. I layed down and drifted into a very content sleep.

[Decadence]

[color=silver]He stormed out of the compound tired of being hit that day. He was annoyed... more then that he was furious. Thoughts of ramming his swords though the next female he saw played in his head. The glorious blood shed. "But alas" he though "I am but a mere male the spider queen would have my head on a platter if I did any thing like that."

He walked down to the edge of Menzoberranzan. He dared not go in there though, not with out the permission of his matron. He may be seething with anger right now , praying to Vhaeraun that he could keep his temper. Vhaeraun the masked lord, the god who had shown him his birth right, to throw of the tyranny of Lolth. His mind wandered on how to serve the masked lord, and how not to get caught by the clerics of Lolth. It was the dark hour, he must return back to his [i]home[/i], if it could be called that. He was going to be punished he knew. uttering a silent prayer to Vhaeraun, he entered the compound. Immediately he was seen by some of the lower clerics and received a summons to the matrons chambers. "damn it all" he thought, while being walked to her chambers.

"leave him" he heard and knew what was going to happen.

He kept his eyes open as she slapped him repeaditly. She drew blood with her nails. He kept his mouth shut blocking the pain. This did not hurt and would not hurt until she used her snake whip. He had closed his eyes when he heard the familiar swish sound of the whip being brought down on him. It stung, the damned snaked tearing his flesh. She whipped him the same place every time opening up the scars repeaditly. "Damn you" he thought "Damn you and your spider queen" he thought hoping that lolth was not paying attention to this. She kicked him.
"Damn you! Scream!" she yelled at him kicking him again this was starting to become to much for him his hands went to his swords and cut off one of the whips heads. She whipped at him again tearing new wounds but he cut off another two snake heads. He saw the fear in her eyes as each head fell off. "Yes" he thought "That?s it the fear that you have been trying to instill in me"

"Good bye" He said almost sweetly "Bitçh!" he screamed that last part at her.

he felt her blood run over his hands and heard the matrons daughters come in.

"You" screamed the eldest one "How...."
He silenced her "You are now the matron of the house." he said calmly like this happened every day "Is this not what you wanted?"

He could see the battle raging behind her eyes. A male had killed a cleric but had made her put her at the point of power she wanted faster then any of her scheming could do.

"Yes, this is what I wanted. I thank you" she said just above a whisper "I shall take credit for it, and see if lolth will forgive your actions here today. You are dismissed"

He left with a slight grin on his face. Hopefully she would learn her mothers lesson well. He liked her but would not hesitate to kill her if she annoyed him as the former matron had.[/color]

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

The silent assassin prowled the streets, carefully avoiding any stares from slaves, or other commoners. Dilvon, a male from the former House Gevinoc, Twenty-third House of Menzoberranzan, had to be careful not to be seen as the houseless drow that he was.

But he still had family, despite the loss of his maniacle biological family. He had Bregan D'aerthe, his new family. A family led by the drow Jarlaxle Beanre, third son of House Beanre, though, that was a title he no longer used, and never told anyone, except ones that could listen very well, and never live to tell about it.

He walked the underground city, finally arriving upon the secret 'cubby' hole that served as the base of Bregan D'earthe. He walked through the narrow halls, when he was stopped. It was Jarlaxle that stopped him.

"Hello Dilvon," Said the cunning rogue, that wore nothing but magical garments. "Yes, yes, I know your name. You have a job, I know of your abilities, and I have a job for you. There is a certain male that some matron was willing to pay to have killed.." Jarlaxle continued to give the details.

[Juu]

[color=purple][i]Just before she arrived, Anorel slipped the crystal into a leather pouch, which had been burning in her palms. Once the crystal touched the bottom, the pouch grew noticably heavier. Ignoring the sudden change, she continued towards the building of her Val'Shagress. Once inside, Anorel made her way through corridors and steps, until she finally reached the floor of the Val'Shagress' private quarters. She tapped the door with her claws, before knocking lightly with her knuckles. No answer. Feeling slightly nervous, she tried the handle, which had obviously been polished minutes before. Then she walked inside, and placed pulled the pouch from her belt.

Anorel opened the bag with her nails delicately, smiling cooly as she checked the present for Vonduex. The crystal was still there, but it was larger... and glowing a bright red from the inside. The crystal exploded, sending grains of ash on the carpet, most remaining in the pouch. From the bag, the ash started to glow red just as the crystal had, and from it, appeared a small chick, no larger than a human child's fist. However, it seemed to growl rather then 'peep', as most birds did at that stage. After brief moments of bustling around, the chick popped out of the pouch, and onto the floor. Anorel grinned, and bent down towards the chick. Crouching down, she extended a finger towards its head, patting its head softly. Suddenly, the chick leaped towards her finger, snapping fiercely until it drew blood. Soon it withdrew, licking its teeth savagely. Awesruck, she pulled her finger back as well, wiping the the blood from the wound with her thumb.

The chick's growling intensed, now starting to hiss back at her. Its beak was lined with two rows of fangs, much like those of a shark's. The eyes glowed red, as it glared. All of a sudden, the chick's eyes swelled and bulged, as the same red light glowed from inside, so its bones and insides were visible through its flesh. Like magma from a volcano, a fiery phoenix erupted from the chick, Unwrapping its wings magnificantly. It shook its head slowly, and inhaled. Suddenly, it let out a boisterous cry, shaking the room intensly, before making its way to the window and gliding out towards the city below. Several sevants arrived in the room, showing her out and cleaning the mess suspiciously.

Once the servants were out of sight, she hurried down the stairs, until she finally reached the gates of which she had entered, taking flight after the phoenix. [/i][/color]