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Post by Jess on May 31, 2006 21:30:04 GMT -5
A dank, stinky and dark Dungeon like cavern. Y'know? Moss covering the walls, that annoying dripping water sound coming from around the next corner. A general nasty place. Phosphoressent fungi hung from corners, illuminating the already eerie and disgusting place with their strange bluish-whitish glow.
Small little rooms branched off of this corridor, which a very spry Drow was walking down at the moment. Dagger in each hand, she was as quit and stealthy as a ghost, nearly becoming one of the dead herself many times. Her cloak was pulled up high on her head, her ears pointing a bit on either side of the hood, she was searching, her keen eyes hitting every corner and every rock.
"Were could it be..." She muttered, looking over her shoulder for her companion.
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Post by Eldae on May 31, 2006 21:42:18 GMT -5
Turamarth stalked down the damp corridor, ignoring the echoing sound his boots made each time they hit the stone floor. He could move quietly when he needed to, but in this case, he didn't really care. He doubted that what he sought would be guarded by anything that could hear. If it was, he had no doubts that they would either flee before him or die. He didn't much care which.
He reached a crossroads and paused momentarily. He knew the item he sought was down here somewhere, but not where. After looking down each of the three passageways for a moment and hearing nothing, he shrugged and continued going straight. He would find it eventually, no matter who - or what - tried to stop him.
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Post by Jess on Jun 1, 2006 21:48:22 GMT -5
She noticed her fellow Drow, her companion being the greater of two evils because she was an assasssin, dash into a hiding place and give her the warning sign, a nod and her hand held up in an X shape.
Tyrana also hid in a corner and peeked over, hearing the heavy foot-falls of someone wearing iron boots...a paladin perhaps?
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Post by Eldae on Jun 10, 2006 21:56:10 GMT -5
Turamarth paused for a moment. He reached down and picked up a symbol of Hoard from where it hung at his waist. As the symbol slowly began to shed a soft radience, he turned his head, first left and then right, as though attempting to see something in the walls. Apparently satisfied, he shrugged and continued walking fowards, making as much noixse as ever, but with the light from his holy symbol leading the way this time.
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Post by Jess on Jun 11, 2006 1:41:33 GMT -5
As the paladin passed by Tyrana's companion flitted accross the floor in the darkness with the speed, stealth and grace of a black cat, dissappearing in a small cell. Tyrana also dashed off into another shadow, hiding a bit further down the same wall and ducking into a cell like her friend, spotting a small hole in the floor that lead to the other cell near her.
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Post by Eldae on Jun 12, 2006 21:58:32 GMT -5
Turamarth kept walking until he the passageway ended in a wooden door, clearly unused for sometime. Attaching his holy symbol back to his belt, where it remained glowing, he slowly unsheathed his sword, holding it as he swung the door open, surprised at the lack of traps. He walked hesitantly into the room, a grim smile forming on his face as he saw the item on the pedestal in the center of the room.
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Post by Jess on Jun 12, 2006 22:06:03 GMT -5
Tyrana made several hand gestures to her friend who, using the magical powers that only Drow Possess, Managed to slip behind the foolish paladin. The stealthy Drow threw several throwing daggers hard, the sleek and smooth obsidian weapons gliding through the air, aimed perfectly at his kidney, lung and the back of his necl... Tyrana grimaced a bit and prepared herself...
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Post by Eldae on Jun 13, 2006 8:26:50 GMT -5
As though warned by some sort of sixth sense, Turamrth dodged sideways, one dagger bouncing harmlessly off his armor and the other two missing him entirely. He dropped into a battle crouch and stepped into the doorway, his eyes glinting behind his helmet. "I thought I smelled a rat - or rather a drow... as guardians go, this is by far the most pathetic welcoming I've ever had."
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Post by Jess on Jun 13, 2006 19:49:50 GMT -5
Welcoming... Tyrana thought, her eye's thinning down to slits. Her friend smiled and took several more daggers from her cloak, revealing a bit of her tantalizing gray flesh. "You want a real piece of power Paladin?" She asks with a snicker, "Ill show you it..."
Using a mix of springsheath and her natural talents, the Drow assassin was able to toss not only 3, but 7 daggers at Taur easily with a flick of her wrist. Tyrana simply watched from the shadows.
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Post by Eldae on Jun 14, 2006 9:17:23 GMT -5
Turamarth simply took a step back and hooked a foot around the door, slamming it shut. He looked around for some way to lock it as the daggers slammed into the other side. The drow didn't really concern him at the moment. All that mattered was completing his mission.
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Post by Jess on Jun 14, 2006 15:14:09 GMT -5
As the Paladin was distracted by her companion Tyrana made her way stealthily to the object he had his eye's on earlier, taking it and running away quickly, dissappearing once more into the void of blackness that surrounded the area.
The other drow smiled, "Fool..." She said as she snapped her fingers, and all but a single dagger jamming the door shut melted to simple iron dust. She laughed a bit and smiled when Tyrana finnaly crawled underneath the small hole in the wall they had entered earlier. "Lets go..." She heard her female companion say, and seeing her run was more than enough to spur the stealthy assassin.
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Post by Eldae on Jun 14, 2006 16:11:05 GMT -5
Turamarth allowed himself a small growl of frustration when he saw that the idol was missing. That's odd... she must have had an accomplice. But I only sensed one... He let himself berate himself for a moment more, and then his self-discipline took over. It was too late to stop the drow from leaving with their prize, but that didn't mean he was too late. The idol couldn't be used until the new moon, which gave him a week to track them down. Turamarth put his greatsword back in its sheath and took out the javelin he kept next to it. He had faith that Hoar would aid him in finding the idol - and the drow - in time for the ritual.
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Post by Jess on Jun 14, 2006 18:33:07 GMT -5
"So this is what that Paladin was after huh?" Tyrana said, holding up the small Idol. "Kinda trivial don't you think?"
Her companion laughed, "How much you think we could fence it for?" She asked wryly. "I think it could fetch a good price to a mage or somethin' wouldn't you agree?"
"No..." Tyrana said as a wicked dagger-esque smile crossed her lips, "But maybe that paladin will pay up a good price for it."
Her companion frowned, "Tyrana...he was carrying a poisoned greatsword...and had the aura of divinity about him...I doubt he'd be easily persauded to purchase it off of two drow who just simply waltzed in and took it."
"Now now Freia you never know..." They were out of the lower depths of the dungeon and entering the main hall of the massive Fortress. Light streamed in from holes in the ceiling. "What if he has friends outside?"
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Post by Eldae on Jun 14, 2006 18:43:10 GMT -5
Turamarth slowly opened the door and walked out, using a divine spell to mask the noise his armor made. He walked softly and slowly, in no hurry, following the path he had used to enter, turning his head from side to side as he walked, looking for any other traces of evil.
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Post by Jess on Jun 18, 2006 11:17:02 GMT -5
Tyrana's powerful hearing picked him up as he opened the door, since it always creaked a little bit. Looking up at Freia who nodded and singnaled toward the exit. Tyrana nodded and followed her friend out of the ruins.
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