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Post by Barath'Daubre on May 24, 2004 7:20:03 GMT -5
*It takes not even half a miniute for a patrol to notice him, and within half that time, a patrol of Drow drops though a gateway infront of the man, followed by...something. This beast resembles nothing seen by mortal eyes before. It is covered in a indigo-grey fur, and it has the upper torso of a very large humanoid, though a single, large eye glares from between and below its pectoral muscles...and it has four arms, the upper pair double the size of the lower pair. The upper arms end in brutal, bear-like claws, while the lower two are humanoid.
Its head is a cross between a wolf’s and a goblin’s, and its ears sweep back almost a foot from its head. Four eyes, each on long, slender stalks, sprout from the base of its skull, and peer around the creature at all time. A row of spines starts at the base of its skull and moves down its back, to the tip of its whip-like tail. Its lower body is a cross between a horses and lions, with the front part being leonine and the hindquarters equine in appearance. Six large tentacles sprout from its shoulderblades, each ending in a wicked, sickle shaped bony blade. Six of it's eyes are trained on the stranger, while the central eye is closed - an eye that might remind the stranger of the Beholder's anti-magic eye. The creature speaks, a low, gluttural voice that seemes to resonate in the bones of those present - even the Drow eye it warily.*
"You are a long way from the surface. Do you need help finding your way back?
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Post by Rumerin on May 24, 2004 15:17:39 GMT -5
*The man doesn't move a muscle*
No thanks.
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Post by Barath'Daubre on May 24, 2004 15:19:54 GMT -5
*The Prymael sniffs the air, looking at the man.* What brings you here?
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Post by Rumerin on May 24, 2004 15:21:53 GMT -5
I could ask the same of you.
*He sounds pretty relaxed*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on May 24, 2004 15:27:57 GMT -5
*The Prymael laughs loudly as the drow ease up.*
I live down here, with my little friends. You surfacers tend to be uneasy about us.
*He laughs again, as if the 'surfacers' fear amuses him*
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Post by Kaitan on May 24, 2004 15:57:25 GMT -5
*Chris pauses thoughtfully.* Interesting. Your analysis is sound...but wouldn't the Nightshades view us no threat seperate, but as a threat combined? Isn't it equally likely that the Nightshades will decide that us banding together, so to speak, poses enough of a threat do them for them to openly move to eliminate us? "That is a possibility. In the event of that occuring, we would retaliate. However, I believe that they don't want to incur unnecessary losses of members or resources. They would probably wait for us to make the first move." The cloth around Kaitan's eyes begins to slide down slowly, and Kaitan catches it within less than a second and puts it back in its place. "This is not a true alliance in any form. There has been no binding contract. It is more of an...agreement." Kaitan begins to rise. "I need to be going. Do you have an anti-magic field in place?"
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Post by Barath'Daubre on May 24, 2004 16:22:47 GMT -5
*Chris shakes his head.* I do not. And we will...consider your proposition. Good day.
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Post by Kaitan on May 24, 2004 16:31:49 GMT -5
Kaitan bows to Chris. Still bent over, he seems to disintegrate into dust. The dust flies into the nearest shadow, though there is no wind.
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Post by Rumerin on May 31, 2004 17:56:35 GMT -5
*The Prymael laughs loudly as the drow ease up.* I live down here, with my little friends. You surfacers tend to be uneasy about us. *He laughs again, as if the 'surfacers' fear amuses him* [ooc sowwy for the delay] Surfacer? *The man hits his hood back- a shock of white hair falls on his shoulders past pitch-black cheeks* Hardly.
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 1, 2004 17:26:10 GMT -5
*The Prymael flips one eyestalk over its head, looking at one of the drow behind it. The drow nods, and steps forward, the picture of confidence.*
Ol zhah naut desu udos kyorl uss d' udossta dalninuken wun nindol che'el.
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 1, 2004 17:58:37 GMT -5
*He raises an eyebrow*
Dalninuken? Dos inbal tlus tarthe dal delmah ves verve ulu l'sith uns'aa saph nindel.
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 1, 2004 20:57:31 GMT -5
*The first drow smiles, and the other drow with him flash grins at each other, and one even chuckles.*
"Nindel zhah jal wun lu'oh dos kyorl delmah. Ka a delmah, dos hass'l uss d'lil che'el d' udossta lodias, t'yin siyo, Usstan inbal. Ka a delmah, dos hass'l vel'klar dos zhal'la tlu, taga Usstan neitar zet. Gaer zhah naut zuch ssrig'luin ulu elgg weth byr, rak'nes vel'drav byr mii'n inbal ji mzilt belaern. Usstan x'khat ticondo d'lil Ilharess Ilhars lu' ninta i'dollen.
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 1, 2004 22:17:00 GMT -5
Barath'Daubre turns around to face Yittir, Malsilia, and Chris. The three of them stand, eyeing him warily. Barath'Daubre had been extremely violatle of late, and they were waiting for his reactions. However, the drow looks to be much more in control of himself than before. The room they are in is adorned with strange carvings, all of which make this room near impossible to scry into, and dangerous for those who manage to do so.
"Again, Chris, the Twilight Order seeks to ally themselves with us against the Nightshades? You are certian of this?"
Chris shakes his head strongly, looking near exasperated.
"No, Kaitan never came out and said so. He wants to ally with us, and for us to "cease all dealings with the Nightshades." However, he implies it very strongly."
Barath'Daubre turns to Yittir now, seeming to grow even more calm. The Mind Flayer is as emotional as always, meaning he is doing his best to look emotionless, but his tenticles move with his thoughts.
"And one of your scouts saw a vampire that very closly matches Kaitan's description enter the Nightshades building in the company of someone else?"
The Mind Flayer nods his head, an odd gesture from the squid looking creature. Malsilia, as always, winces at his bubbling, slime coated voice.
"Yes. There is almost no doubt it was the same one."
Barath'Daubre begins to pace, deep in thought. Malsilia's eyes follow him, and Yittir does his best - as always, not very good - to not stare at him, while Chris begins looking through some more papers. When Barath'Daubre speaks, Malsilia and Yittir give a start, while Chris calmly folds his paper away.
"We will accept the agreement, with the condition that we still retain the right to contact any member of any organization as we wish. I will not be hedged into an uncomfortable position with the Order, and they will not dictate what we do. I want the nature of their agreement with the Nightshades learned, to see if they intend to play us against each other. We will react accordingly."
Malsilia fidgets in the resulting silence, though neither of the others moved, not even the usually expressive Yittir. It was apparent that she had something she was just dying to say, but was unwilling to. Barath'Daubre ignored her for a little, before finally turning to her, still displaying that unnatural calm.
"Is there something you wish to say, Malsilia."
Malsilia folds her arms across her chest, trying to look defiant...though something in her eyes says that she is terrified, which cause Chris to arch an eyebrow. Malsilia did not frighten easy.
"Yes, there is. Last night, I was visited. By a Butcher."
She pauses, to let those words sink in. Barath seems to be about ready to kill her on the spot, glaring at her. Yittir's tenticles begin to move in agitation, while Chris...remains calm. Externally, at least. Inside, he is reeling. Malsilia contiues before they get over their shock.
"It said little, but enough. He isn't dead."
Yittir turns paler, and Chris has to work very hard to not react in some way. Barath'Daubre finally speaks to her, angerly.
"Enough, Malsilia. All of you. You will not speak of this to any other, nor among yourselves, nor to me. Ever. If I hear a rumor of this breathed, all three of you will become Hosts. Focus on your tasks here. You can do nothing about the other, and you will not try to. We have many more tasks to attend to. See to them. As to him being back, if you are surpised, you are stupid. He has already begun making moves, and the first one was not subtle. His plans, for now, do not involve us. That is all you need to know, and all you will know. You are dismissed."
They had all frozen, even Chris, at the mention of the word "hosts", and all three leave in silence, obviously deep in thought. Barath'Daubre sits down, and begins writing orders.
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 2, 2004 3:14:11 GMT -5
Usstan kyorl. Dos ph' ves streeka ulu telanth nindel ulu uss dos xun naut zhaun. Usstan gumash tlu biu trisil d'lil Ilharessn.
*He looks at each of them in turn*
Nindol k'lar kluthak naut mzilt alur taga l' Har'olen. Ol zzikhc naut reiyal ji bwael.
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 2, 2004 17:08:22 GMT -5
L' ilharessn zhaun d' udossa. Uss mzild d' ninta trisilen orn'la hass'l naubol.
*The lead drow's smile never wavers, and the drow who chuckled earlier laughs out loud.*
Ol zhah mzilt alur tlu duul'sso lu' gow taga tlu rothen.
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