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Post by Widdershins on Jul 6, 2005 20:53:41 GMT
Eliana opened her mouth to speak, ready to give them a story she knew could not be questioned, before she noticed a rush of movement next to her. She swiveled on the spot, tears of anger threatening to fill her eyes as she cursed all the deities she could think of over and over for never letting her fate be simple. She stepped forward to strike at Sulinrul with her knives before she realized she didn't have them with her. A sudden thought occured to her. She wanted Sulinrul to live.
Eliana didn't know why, she guessed that the feeling of vengance was part of it, but there was something about the Drow that told her if he died now, which he was close to she knew, something far greater would perish along with him than the momentary satisfaction of his death could give her now. This was not what she had seen in her dream. She wanted to hurt him, and hurt him very badly, but for that, he needed to stay alive. The promise of revenge floating on the horizon, she hesitantly reached out in her mind to find the Drow's wounded energies, and healed them with the same anger she had used on herself, knowing well that it would make him falter for a moment from the sheer mass of energy she had just practically drenched him in. She didn't go as far as helping him kill the monks; she knew that he could do it by himself with his new strength as soon as he regained his balance, and as the monks could not sense the type of healing she had used, all of it went unnoticed, except to herself and Sulinrul. Apart from a falter, she could not imagine any other outward sign of the change; the blood on his face would hide the now seamless place of the scar. Her Master had taught her a lot about monks, and she knew a thing or two about their healing methods as well. For one, they healed with the use of different emotions, but never had they used anger, and this was to her advantage at the moment, knowing that if they did sense her anger, they would never guess what she had just done, and the fact that she had sent it towards Sulinrul, in the event that they did sense it, it would not be suspicious to them in the slightest. After all, anyone would have felt anger that their previous captor was still alive and capable of movement. Inwardly she smiled, fixing Sulinrul with a gaze that betrayed perfectly clearly that she had no goodwill for him at all. She wondered at herself slightly, not really understanding why she thought that saving Sulinrul now would gain her the much wanted revenge, but she had never had a reason to doubt her intuition beforehand, so she saw no reason to start now. No... she mused. There was something about the Drow. Something that told her he had to live.
"Curse you, Sulinrul." she said too quietly for anyone to hear. The most they could do was see her mouth the words.
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Post by Akkarin on Feb 17, 2006 15:21:37 GMT
The pain began to disappear in the limbs of Sulinrul, no longer did every deadly arc of his arm ache, no longer did every breath feel like it should of been his last, Sulinrul as perplexed but only for a moment, as an elf he could detect magic, and he could sense it from the female mage, the one he tried to kill.. It was amusing that although he had injured the woman, she still fought on and now she was giving him back strength to kill the monks, indirectly she was killing the monks, she had double crossed those who had saved her.
Another fist came across to his face, but the sharp end of a blade ended the assult, Sulinrul's other blade claimed the monks life, his other blade already working on its next victim. And so it was that Sulinrul danced with his deadly longswords, a macabre dance of death and vengance on those who stood within his way, the monks falling one by one until there were no more monks left, no one left to appease his lust of fighting. His eyes immediatly turned to the female mage, he looked upon her differantly now, she had acted like a drow, no longer did she seem useless and pathetic in his eyes, a grand transofmation had occured.
Sheathing his swords, Sulinrul approached the woman a snarl still upon his blood splattered face, his hair matted and covered in blood sticking to his face. "Come..."
This time he would not tie her up, this time he would not drag her along, she would make her own way behind him now, and should she wish to plant a dagger in his spine, Sulinrul hoped she would already understand the speed of her death, as he walked towards one of the monks caravans, hoping to salvage something of use.
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Post by Widdershins on Feb 22, 2006 20:18:51 GMT
Eliana almost sighed audibly, but restrained herself. There was no point in doing anything but following the Drow. Once she had put so much work into saving him, she should at least stick to her cause and go wherever it was he was leading her. She couldn't possibly imagine a situation in which this would make any sense, but there was no other way that she could justify to herself or anyone else what she had done, until she found out what it was that was in store for her.
Eliana followed Sulinrul through the brush, surprised that the Drow wasn't forcing her to do anything at all. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought that he was granting her a perfect opportunity to make a break for it, or kill him, but Eliana knew far too much about Drows to underestimate their abilities and speed when it came to killing anything in their way, or something that was even mildly threatening - if there even was such a category in a Drow's mind, Eliana thought dryly. Something inside her was still stunned that she was alive at all, after having fought with the Drow. Not that she didn't underestimate her own powers, but there would always be a small part of her that was her old self, completely oblivious to the magic around her. As she stared rather mutinously at the Drow's back, in a sudden flash she remembered someone from a long time ago, and almost stumbled, but managed to keep her pace despite the slight falter. Why that, and why here! And why now! she thought to herself angrily. It was one thing that those memories had to haunt her when she had nothing better to do but mull over lost opportunities, but it was quite another thing when something like that occured to her in a situation like... this. Although, what this situation was, was getting less and less clear for her. Despite herself, she looked on Sulinrul with a different eye all of a sudden, but the amount of discomfort the thought caused her made her fix her stare on the ground. She'd rather not think things like that. Especially not... Shut up! She followed along silently, waiting almost dully for something unpleasant to happen. It perplexed her that it hadn't happened already.
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Post by Akkarin on Feb 23, 2006 2:41:00 GMT
Sulinrul looked over the caravans carefully, first surveying the door with the lightest of touches and the most hawklike of eyes, he didnt wish to cause any unnessecary traps to explode before his eyes and blind him. There was however no traps, at least on this side, turning to the woman he carefully moved his fingers in the drowish hand signal for 'open the door' however he realised she wouldnt be able to understand, it would be something he would have to teach her later on, if only to make the journey that much easier. Sulinrul's understanding of the common tongue was reasonable, he knew how to make bargain and knew enough to make the assassin's trade more pliable, but fluent conversations werent one of his plus sides, not that many would converse with a Drow for long or not at blade point.
"Open the door!" His underdark accent came through as he spoke the common tongue, even in this language his heritage couldnt be denied, not that Sulinrul, killer of killers ever would deny being a drow. His arms folded across his chests, his closed fists holding the hilt to his cruel blades, he looked relaxed, calm, unaware, but should the mage try to dispatch of him now, he would be like a drow in the Dark, ready to strike.
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Post by Widdershins on Feb 23, 2006 7:26:00 GMT
Eliana had to restrain herself again from rasing an eyebrow in curiosity. Why was it so difficult to control her features all of a sudden? Usually it was something she was quite skilled at, and yet suddenly she had to throw in her conscious thoughts to add to the effort. It was most unnerving. For a moment her eyes danced over the Drow, taking in his calm, nonchalant appearance. She suppressed a smile. To the untrained eye, it was decievingly open for attack, but she knew better than that. Not yet reaching out to her magic, she merely readied herself in case she might have to grab at it to defend herself. She didn't trust anyone, and she wasn't about to begin. Only fools trusted those who weren't worthy of trust. There was something strange about that Drow. It was almost as if she had gained something by doing what she did already, though, she didn't have the slightest clue what it was. Most definitely not trust, there was no way that that word could apply to a Drow.
Eliana carefully approached the door and reached out towards it, ready to envelope herself in magic if it proved necessary. She opened the door. For a moment she just blinked, not seeing anything inside. Of course, her eyes wouldn't have adjusted so quickly, but it greatly surprised her that nothing happened. Perhaps this was the trap that Sulinrul had been looking for...?
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Post by Akkarin on Feb 23, 2006 16:31:51 GMT
Sulinrul watched carefully as the door opened, there was no secret explosion, nothing, just the eerie creak of the hinges as they opened the door. Putting his ebon hand on the woman he shoved past her into the room seeing nothing in the darkness, switching his eyes to the realm of light, his eyes adjusted slowly as he no longer looked through infravision. It was as Sulinrul expected of the monks, to have little to nothing, a bed roll lay across the floor, the rooms only adornment, and even that was as mundane as the rest of the wooden frame it was within.
There was little point in staying here much longer, the only thing that remained was carrion for the birds, nothing of substance and importance, turning he pushed his way passed the mage once again and began to walk away.
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Post by Widdershins on Feb 23, 2006 17:58:31 GMT
Eliana almost reached for her dagger as Sulinrul pushed past her to get inside, but she realized in time that it wasn't a wise thing to do. As he was inside, Eliana didn't bother to suppress the urge to roll her eyes and let her hands go on her hips in utmost irritation. After she realized what she was doing however, she forced them down, and straightened her features. By the time the Drow came out and shoved past her again, she was perfectly composed. Outwardly. Of course, she wouldn't have expected the Drow to act any other way - after all, he was Drow - but it still unnerved her. No, not quite that, it wasn't the way he acted. There was something downright unnerving about him. She almost laughed. How many creatures had she encountered, how many strange people had she fought with, how many had she escaped from... and yet this Drow was somehow... she couldn't place it, and it made her angry that she didn't understand. The fact that something elluded her so thoroughly wasn't something she liked. Well, I don't have to like him at all... Eliana thought, but despite that, the frustration still continued to nag at her.
Unable to just stand around, Eliana finally decided to follow the Drow, surprised that he hadn't snapped at her to follow him. She supposed he already knew that she was smarter than to do anything... stupid. Internally she grinned sourly, but outwardly the only sign of the sting of this irony was that her eyes narrowed and flashed slightly before once again, her expression molded into an unreadable neutrality.
It was pointless to ask where they were going, she already knew it, but still, she felt a strong urge to ask the Drow. To ask him anything. Even a blunt reply would take her mind off of this nagging and irritating... thing. Of course, having heard the Drow's strong accent, she wasn't so sure that he spoke the common tongue so well. She hadn't noticed it so much back at the Inn - it seemed ages ago - since she was rather preoccupied with trying in vain to give the Drow "compensation" as he had called it. Compensation, as it turned out, meant that he wanted to kill her. Still, it seemed odd... why had the Drow chosen her? Had he been following her beforehand? He didn't seem so unfamiliar with her person. The numerous questions that suddenly bubbled up inside her almost successfully suppressed the nagging sense that there was something about this Drow, but as soon as the thought occured to her, it returned.
It was almost enough for her to suddenly want to cry out 'dance with me Drow' again, but the absolute futility of this absurd thought almost made her laugh. The amusement passed quickly however. She wished that he would say something, anything, preferably something that angered her enough for her to mull on it for a while, but to her disappointment, he still remained silent. Say something! ANYTHING! she mentally screamed at the Drow's back, knowing that he couldn't hear her anyway. At least it gave her the sense that she was trying.
It seemed surreal to her all of a sudden. Why... did she want the Drow to talk? This is getting ridiculous, she groaned inwardly.
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Post by Akkarin on Feb 24, 2006 13:33:17 GMT
Looking back over his shoulder he could see the mage following him, there was little else to do now but walk towards his destination. He knew where he was going, this forest expanded for miles, to Sulinrul's counting it expanded for 4 cycles of the burning orb, it was then that on the fourth day when the sun reaches it's peak they would come to what Sulinrul would find most comfortable The undermoutain pass, here he could escape that infernal blaze in the sky he thought as he squinted more as like broke through the canopy once again and burnt his eyes. How he longed for that moutain pass, the journey after that would take them across Tellosaor a large body of water, unfortunatly to reach that they would have to travel down a river without protection from the orb at all. From there it would be a straight treck over the plains and into the Cave entrance that would take them to where he was going.
"The journey is long, hurry!" He snarled back at the woman, his feet pacing quickly through the forest, ducking under low branches not making a sound, although he could here the untrained mage stumbling behind him, her footfall's were easily detected by Sulinrul's trained ears. "we will camp soon!" There was little else to do but walk.
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Post by Widdershins on Feb 24, 2006 22:16:37 GMT
Eliana followed along silently, feeling suddenly wary and also relieved that he had finally said something. She didn't know which feeling was more overpowering, which ensured a steady thought she could happily muse about, but her thoughts kept crossing back and forth, one moment pondering on what he'd said and her reaction to it, then the next moment suddenly wondering about what the Drow was doing out here, in the daylight and all.
"How long is that?" she asked suddenly, rather quietly. She knew she didn't have to raise her voice for him to hear. Her seeming thoughtfulness to the sensitivity of his ears made her angry. What was she doing again! The thought of camping suddenly made her slightly uneasy. Perhaps she didn't have much choice before, having been unconscious, to sleep around the Drow, but to consciously sleep next to an asassin didn't exactly appeal to her. Of course, she had no choice, she knew, but she didn't have to like it. Internally she sighed, knowing that she wouldn't get much sleep in the next few nights. There was no way she could imagine herself being able to go into a relaxed state when her throat could be cut any moment when she wasn't paying attention, and the Drow would most certainly deny her the small comfort of putting a shield around herself. Why would he let her, after all? Then again, she thought, he hadn't been exactly doing what she expected a Drow to do with their captive. There was no better word to describe her situation at least. The tugging and shoving, shoulder piercing - for a moment anger spread through her - was more fitting to what she expected. If she didn't sleep however, she would be all the more tired when they reached their destination, and she wanted to be as alert as possible when she got there. She didn't know why the Drow wanted to take her there, nor why she wasn't dead yet, but the least she could do was ready herself for the worst. Her knowledge ended just about there, where the undermountain pass began. That far she knew about, but what lay beyond was an uncomfortable mystery that she didn't want to breach, but didn't have any choice anymore.
The question of what possible gain all this could be to her came up again. This was getting absurd. She was being taken to the last place she wanted to go to if she wanted to stay alive, but there she was supposedly to find something... she shivered suddenly. Find something she'd lost. Now thoroughly confused, she even forgot to watch her steps, and by the time she'd realized how loudly she was following the Drow, they had gone quite a ways already.
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Post by Akkarin on May 19, 2006 14:27:41 GMT
As the night put its blanket of stars over the world the Drow turned to look at his captive, he examined her from head to toe. There seemed to be no loss of energy upon her and she had coped with the walk rather well for someone with a weak leg. However this gave Sulinrul hope that she would make it to Menzoberranzan and utterly her grave. This gave Sulinrul a sick perverted pleasure to know that the dead followed him in step. "Find a place to camp surfacer!" That was all that needed to be said at the present moment, as an Elf he could sleep in a reverie, and only be on the edge of conciousness, the slightest of sounds would awaken him from his fragile slumber, four hours was enough to replinish him.
He examined the area's there seemed no immediate threat which was good, he wouldnt mind a quite night for the first night, he wanted to examine Widdershins and see whether she would try to escape him under the cover of night, a fools escapade no less, but then again some surfacers were more foolish than brave, he wondered about this one.
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Post by Widdershins on May 19, 2006 14:44:46 GMT
Eliana's lips thinned and she walked around a bit, then pointed to what seemed like an ideal spot. The thought of just running for it crossed her mind, but she shooed it away impatiently. There wasn't time for foolishness, the only way she could escape was to just wait and see what happens, and see if fate favors her after all. Her chance would come, she knew, so she decided to cooperate, no matter how grimly she did it.
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Post by Akkarin on May 19, 2006 14:52:20 GMT
The drow stood and watched her for a while wondering if she was going to do anything at all, he assumed however that she wasnt at this minute in time, still however he wasnt about to not look at her. His eyes fixed firmly on her every move.
(lame post syndrome yaya =) )
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Post by Widdershins on May 19, 2006 14:56:29 GMT
((XDDDDDD it's a disease...))
Eliana, seeing that the Drow wasn't doing anything, sat down next to a tree, leaning against it and shutting her eyes. There was little else she could do other than sleep. At first she found it difficult, but slowly sleep did come, no matter how restless she remained.
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Post by Akkarin on May 19, 2006 15:04:21 GMT
The female was asleep, he quickly checked upon her, putting his face near her own before deciding she wasnt going to move sometime soon, when she awoke, she would be a problem again for now Sulinrul could consentrate on his reverie. He turned on his heels and climbed the nearest tree, his legs wrapping fimrly around a brance he began to fall into his medative trance. From up in the branches of the tree he wouldnt be disturbed but should the young mage move he would certainly know about it, four hours was enough time to run some distance, but from a drow, it wasnt enough time to hide, there was simply never enough time to hide from Sulinrul.
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Post by Widdershins on May 19, 2006 21:01:22 GMT
((Mind if I go to morning?))
Eliana Widdershins awoke with a start, blinking in the dawn. It was cold, very cold, and it angered her that she'd forgotten to make an Eternal Flame to keep herself warm, but then suddenly something in the trees above her caught her eye. A deep resentment filled her as she stared at what was unmistakably a Drow. Now thoroughly depressed, she sank back to the tree and looked around. She hadn't slept much, a few hours at the most, and her every bone was aching in a telling manner about the quality of it. Nothing and no one could make her cramps stop, except if she did a quick healing on herself. Which she couldn't. She gritted her teeth and cast a murderous glance above her. It was beyond her to care about her expressions or mannerisms, she didn't want to hide the dislike she felt towards Sulinrul.
"One day," she mumbled, "one day soon..." she smiled a vengeful smile, knowing she was right.
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