OOC: Hi all! Faeryl and I wished to start an Underdark RP thread with a little twist to it. The story takes place in Zokir, a city run by Beholders. You can find information on this city within Drizzt Do'Urden's Guide to the Underdark for background. Any of you are free to join. Just a few rules: use spell check, 10th level guideline, no PGing, no playing other folks characters without permission. When in doubt, ask. Cheers!
EDIT: Oh, and for continuity's sake, no existing ALFA characters
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Zokir, The City of Orbs - Upper and Middle Reaches
Floor Level aka "The Meat Locker"
Torchlight flickered from various mounts pegged into the stone walls, giving mild, lapsing illumination to the otherwise darkened cavern floor. The masses of humanoids could be made out as far as the eye could see, thousands of them: humans, goblins, hobgoblins, drow, kua-toa, orcs, kobolds and the list went on. Most all of them were slaves to the Beholders who ruled from the layers above, but some were not so beholden...
Rizaria made her way through the sea of humanoids with her hooded cloak pulled low. Her keen darkvision filtered the looming shadows into black and white clarity, scanning the masses for any sign of danger...such was the life in Zokir. No humanoid stood in her path or took too much interest in her passing--most of the populous knew that Rizaria the Cruel was one of the Lieutenants within The Fire Lizards...
Known as a loose guild of "petty" thieves whose membership includes over sixty "skulks", the Fire Lizards are one of the only groups in Zokir to know a life other than slavery to a beholder. Most would call these humanoids "cowardly", specifically the beholders resign above, for plaguing Zokir as they do the rest of the Underdark beneath Calimshan. Although these nigh invisible rogues prey mainly on Zokir's slave population, they steal from their eye tyrant overlords as readily as their kin when opportunity presents itself. After centuries of petty theft and periodic campaigns to annihilate the Fire Lizards, the hive mothers of Zokir have resigned themselves to the Lizards' enduring presence.
After traversing nearly a fifth of a mile across the spanning cavern floor, Rizaria came to shadowy cave at the far edge of the "Meat Locker". She slid against the cool stone, slipping into the refuge of the shadows as she waited for her band to arrive, using on what was to come...
Where is my 'crew'? We have work to do...
Low and Behold...
Low and Behold...
Lord of Skullport
Previous PC:
Mik'laysee Ze'Marri
Northern Underdark Denizen
Vel'drav dos dosst solens, udos yorn tlu gaer...
Previous PC:
Mik'laysee Ze'Marri
Northern Underdark Denizen
Vel'drav dos dosst solens, udos yorn tlu gaer...
Survival ...
It was a word that meant everything to Teb'raen Vrinn. Yet, it was not his sole pursuit. While survival was an instinct in most species, both on the surface and beneath it, among the drow, survival went beyond mere instinct. It was bred, cultivated, taught, and learned at the end of a female's whip. But for Teb'raen, a former merchant who had once called Rilauven his home base, survival was not enough. It was just as important, or perhaps even more vital, to thrive and excel amidst the circumstances of his life. This too was a cultivated and learned quality among his people. One which had brought the male out from beneath the throes of unwilling slavery, and into the inner workings of the petty thieves of Zokir, known as the Fire Lizards.
His capture by the beholders of Zokir had been unavoidable. His subsequent slavery had been unbearable. His training had taught him to survive. His heritage had shown him the means to thrive.
The lithe male, features sharp but undeniably handsome, wove in and out of the morass of humanoids that wove a web of stench along the floor of the 'Meat Locker'. Flickering torchlight gleamed from his shaven head as he carefully wove his way along the outer wall of the cavern. The sheen of perspiration brought on from being among so many bodies, and from determined movement in the enclosed quarters, was the only sign that his movements held purpose.
He moved. Quietly. Stealthily, to the appointed place of meeting.
Survival
This was the word uppermost in Teb'raen's thoughts as he approached the female under whom he worked. This too was a learned trait among his people. This female ruled, and to survive, to thrive, one must never forget who was in charge.
With eyes rooted firmly to the floor in habitual acquiescence to his superior, Teb'raen bowed informally to Rizaria. And just as he had been taught, the male held his tongue until addressed. He survived, and in his survival he had found the means to thrive...
... the Fire Lizards...and Rizaria...
It was a word that meant everything to Teb'raen Vrinn. Yet, it was not his sole pursuit. While survival was an instinct in most species, both on the surface and beneath it, among the drow, survival went beyond mere instinct. It was bred, cultivated, taught, and learned at the end of a female's whip. But for Teb'raen, a former merchant who had once called Rilauven his home base, survival was not enough. It was just as important, or perhaps even more vital, to thrive and excel amidst the circumstances of his life. This too was a cultivated and learned quality among his people. One which had brought the male out from beneath the throes of unwilling slavery, and into the inner workings of the petty thieves of Zokir, known as the Fire Lizards.
His capture by the beholders of Zokir had been unavoidable. His subsequent slavery had been unbearable. His training had taught him to survive. His heritage had shown him the means to thrive.
The lithe male, features sharp but undeniably handsome, wove in and out of the morass of humanoids that wove a web of stench along the floor of the 'Meat Locker'. Flickering torchlight gleamed from his shaven head as he carefully wove his way along the outer wall of the cavern. The sheen of perspiration brought on from being among so many bodies, and from determined movement in the enclosed quarters, was the only sign that his movements held purpose.
He moved. Quietly. Stealthily, to the appointed place of meeting.
Survival
This was the word uppermost in Teb'raen's thoughts as he approached the female under whom he worked. This too was a learned trait among his people. This female ruled, and to survive, to thrive, one must never forget who was in charge.
With eyes rooted firmly to the floor in habitual acquiescence to his superior, Teb'raen bowed informally to Rizaria. And just as he had been taught, the male held his tongue until addressed. He survived, and in his survival he had found the means to thrive...
... the Fire Lizards...and Rizaria...
Rizaria's eyes glistened pitch black under her hood as Teb'raen approached and assumed his demure countenance. A sly grin crept to her beautiful face, parting her full lips slightly...
I have got to get some more drow males working for me. They are so efficiently well-trained!
She pulled her hood down revealing her near perfect features. Her hair was completely shaved off, revealing all of her red-tinged skin hue and a subtle, yet bony ridge that ran across the center of her forehead down to her spine. Her eyebrows were shapely and dark, arching curiously at Teb'raen. Rizaria's ears came to a smooth point, much like her drow counterpart's. Beyond her obvious demonic attributes, the tiefling female was stunningly attractive.
In a sultry voice, she cooed, "Teb'raen...are you the only soul that wishes to get rich today among our lot? I will wait a bit longer, but if they "miss the boat", it will be their loss..."
I have got to get some more drow males working for me. They are so efficiently well-trained!
She pulled her hood down revealing her near perfect features. Her hair was completely shaved off, revealing all of her red-tinged skin hue and a subtle, yet bony ridge that ran across the center of her forehead down to her spine. Her eyebrows were shapely and dark, arching curiously at Teb'raen. Rizaria's ears came to a smooth point, much like her drow counterpart's. Beyond her obvious demonic attributes, the tiefling female was stunningly attractive.
In a sultry voice, she cooed, "Teb'raen...are you the only soul that wishes to get rich today among our lot? I will wait a bit longer, but if they "miss the boat", it will be their loss..."
Lord of Skullport
Previous PC:
Mik'laysee Ze'Marri
Northern Underdark Denizen
Vel'drav dos dosst solens, udos yorn tlu gaer...
Previous PC:
Mik'laysee Ze'Marri
Northern Underdark Denizen
Vel'drav dos dosst solens, udos yorn tlu gaer...
Teb'raen's eyes rose to Rizaria's face, in subtle acknowledgement of her words.
Deadly beauty
His mind formed that thought in lustful want, even as his lips formed a more formal response.
"They will come lady. Or not. I am here, in any case, to serve, and to gain, to the ultimate benefit of the Fire Lizards." His lips rose in a self satisfied grin.
Of course, Teb'raen knew that his words, along with his smile, were nothing more than a trivial submission to her position. He also knew that she would detect his duplicity. It didn't matter. He understood the need to play on this female's ego. She was in control, and he could easily sense her pleasure in that fact. So...he submitted, assuaged her ego, in order to survive, in order to gain a higher position among his peers.
Yes, to survive, and to thrive. Teb'raen knew the rules, knew the ways, knew that despite his own self assured interests, that his own pride must take second place to that of this sultry female's.
"I will wait, as long as you deem fitting, lady."
The handsome male almost laughed at his own self-deprecating response. But he knew that she understood his motives for playing such a submissive role. Sometimes, to submit, was to win.
Teb'raen smiled in self-assured meekness.
Deadly beauty
His mind formed that thought in lustful want, even as his lips formed a more formal response.
"They will come lady. Or not. I am here, in any case, to serve, and to gain, to the ultimate benefit of the Fire Lizards." His lips rose in a self satisfied grin.
Of course, Teb'raen knew that his words, along with his smile, were nothing more than a trivial submission to her position. He also knew that she would detect his duplicity. It didn't matter. He understood the need to play on this female's ego. She was in control, and he could easily sense her pleasure in that fact. So...he submitted, assuaged her ego, in order to survive, in order to gain a higher position among his peers.
Yes, to survive, and to thrive. Teb'raen knew the rules, knew the ways, knew that despite his own self assured interests, that his own pride must take second place to that of this sultry female's.
"I will wait, as long as you deem fitting, lady."
The handsome male almost laughed at his own self-deprecating response. But he knew that she understood his motives for playing such a submissive role. Sometimes, to submit, was to win.
Teb'raen smiled in self-assured meekness.
“Power is holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.”
"I will wait, as long as you deem fitting, lady."
Rizaria rolled her eyes at the drow's last statement and responded flippantly and chuckled, "Teb'raen...spare me."
Still wearing a smile of amusement, she continued to scan the large, filthy cavern. Looking up, she watched as a pair of the more overzealous humans attempted to scale the cavern wall and make their way to a shrine of Ibrandul far above. It was mildly entertaining to Rizaria to watch them get some fifty feet or so up, only to fall back, slam against the cavern floor and break a limb, if not break their neck. It was only an ubnlucky few who could not ascend the makeshift vertical pathway, but entertaining to Rizaria nonetheless. Seeing no reason to expose her features any longer, she pulled her deep cowl back over her bald head with her eyes peering out from under them.
"We shall wait long enough to watch that kobold splatter on the floor..."
Her eyes tracked a skinny kobold with curiousity as it began to dig its fingers into the rock, clamoring over the makeshift pieces of stalagmites desparately trying to succeed where others failed...
Rizaria rolled her eyes at the drow's last statement and responded flippantly and chuckled, "Teb'raen...spare me."
Still wearing a smile of amusement, she continued to scan the large, filthy cavern. Looking up, she watched as a pair of the more overzealous humans attempted to scale the cavern wall and make their way to a shrine of Ibrandul far above. It was mildly entertaining to Rizaria to watch them get some fifty feet or so up, only to fall back, slam against the cavern floor and break a limb, if not break their neck. It was only an ubnlucky few who could not ascend the makeshift vertical pathway, but entertaining to Rizaria nonetheless. Seeing no reason to expose her features any longer, she pulled her deep cowl back over her bald head with her eyes peering out from under them.
"We shall wait long enough to watch that kobold splatter on the floor..."
Her eyes tracked a skinny kobold with curiousity as it began to dig its fingers into the rock, clamoring over the makeshift pieces of stalagmites desparately trying to succeed where others failed...
Lord of Skullport
Previous PC:
Mik'laysee Ze'Marri
Northern Underdark Denizen
Vel'drav dos dosst solens, udos yorn tlu gaer...
Previous PC:
Mik'laysee Ze'Marri
Northern Underdark Denizen
Vel'drav dos dosst solens, udos yorn tlu gaer...
Teb'raen smirked, amused by Rizaria's "Spare me", He knew that his pandering to her ego would gain him nothing, but it didn't matter. Neither did he loose anything by it.. In his mind, he still held hopes of one day escaping the teeming pit of Zokir, and just as his association with the Fire Lizards kept his senses and his skills honed, so too did his relationship with the female, keep his learned instincts for survival at the forefront of his mind.
A male who did not respect a female did not survive for long, and Teb'raen was a survivor.
He rested his back against the cavern's mossy wall as he watched the kobold's desperate climb. The cold of the stone reminded him of the numbing sense of hopelessness that had first overwhelmed him in his first years of captivity. In ways, he could relate to the pathetic creature's attempts at gaining the higher reaches. He too had tried that climb once, and fallen, broken upon the floor. He had come close to dying, but his sheer will to live had allowed him to survive.
His fingers reached reflexively to the jewel hidden beneath the layers of clothing at his neck. It was the house insignia of a noble drow, old, tarnished by time, it's origins and symbol long ago obliterated by some previous owner. There was little magic left to it now, after being in the hand of so many. But what remained, the power to levitate, made it Teb'raen's most prized possession. He had come upon it in one of his earliest forays with the Fire Lizards, stolen from among the varied treasures hoarded by the residents of the Meat Locker. It was the one thing that had allowed him not only to survive, but to thrive.
He continued watching the kobold's climb, almost impressed by the creature's determination. His smile grew, slowly and deliberately, as the kobold neared the first ledge that pocked the sheer walls. He could see that it was tiring, knew that it's fingers were probably shredded and bleeding from grasping the rough stone, and Teb'raen knew that the wait would not be long. Only the strongest could make that climb. Only the strongest survived. Only the best thrived...
A male who did not respect a female did not survive for long, and Teb'raen was a survivor.
He rested his back against the cavern's mossy wall as he watched the kobold's desperate climb. The cold of the stone reminded him of the numbing sense of hopelessness that had first overwhelmed him in his first years of captivity. In ways, he could relate to the pathetic creature's attempts at gaining the higher reaches. He too had tried that climb once, and fallen, broken upon the floor. He had come close to dying, but his sheer will to live had allowed him to survive.
His fingers reached reflexively to the jewel hidden beneath the layers of clothing at his neck. It was the house insignia of a noble drow, old, tarnished by time, it's origins and symbol long ago obliterated by some previous owner. There was little magic left to it now, after being in the hand of so many. But what remained, the power to levitate, made it Teb'raen's most prized possession. He had come upon it in one of his earliest forays with the Fire Lizards, stolen from among the varied treasures hoarded by the residents of the Meat Locker. It was the one thing that had allowed him not only to survive, but to thrive.
He continued watching the kobold's climb, almost impressed by the creature's determination. His smile grew, slowly and deliberately, as the kobold neared the first ledge that pocked the sheer walls. He could see that it was tiring, knew that it's fingers were probably shredded and bleeding from grasping the rough stone, and Teb'raen knew that the wait would not be long. Only the strongest could make that climb. Only the strongest survived. Only the best thrived...
“Power is holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.”
Slowly the beholder kin dropped towards the "Meat Locker", its many eyes looking over the mass of humanity. It spied the kobold as it made its treacherous way up the wall of the cavern towards the temple. Slowly all four of its tiny eyes focused on the kobold and it began to move towards the unfortunate creature. As it moved down to within eyes to eye level with the creature, it slowly began to shoot stinging rays of cold at the creature’s fingers in succession. Franticly the kobold began to quickly switch its hands back and forth to avoid the stinging rays that were not enough to harm but would numb a digit and make it unusable. It knew in the survival center of its kobold brain that should enough fingers go numb it would indeed fall. Eventually the beholder kin had the kobold down to only two usable fingers on each hand and with this it seemed to loose interest and float off back towards the top of the cavern, quickly getting lost in the haze there.
Not soon after, no doubt due to the loss of its hands, the kobold joined the humans before in its fall to deaths waiting arms.
Draz’lxn Relnon smiled to himself as he observed the fellow members of his band in their hiding place. They were good, there were very good but few things avoided the gaze of the drow male for long. Slowly he floated down towards their position, a large toothy grin crossing his features as he approached in the form of the beholder kin he commonly used when traveling in the city. He had never shown them this face before but perhaps it was time to allow them this small glimpse at his power base. It had become one of his best ways to travel through the city and its environs unmolested but he rarely used it to avoid discovery.
Upon reaching the mouth of the small entrance to the cave his accomplices were currently hiding in, Draz’lxn slid in near the top and slowly floated towards the ground.
Not soon after, no doubt due to the loss of its hands, the kobold joined the humans before in its fall to deaths waiting arms.
Draz’lxn Relnon smiled to himself as he observed the fellow members of his band in their hiding place. They were good, there were very good but few things avoided the gaze of the drow male for long. Slowly he floated down towards their position, a large toothy grin crossing his features as he approached in the form of the beholder kin he commonly used when traveling in the city. He had never shown them this face before but perhaps it was time to allow them this small glimpse at his power base. It had become one of his best ways to travel through the city and its environs unmolested but he rarely used it to avoid discovery.
Upon reaching the mouth of the small entrance to the cave his accomplices were currently hiding in, Draz’lxn slid in near the top and slowly floated towards the ground.
JS
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NWN2 Character : Hart
NWN1 Character : Trazk Al'Dzra
Affiliation : Tuain't Luthol (Merchant Guild)
Server : North Underdark/Ched Nasad
GSID : jasonst22
L' trantz z'ress zhah zhaunl vel'klar ulu zotreth, naut l' z'ress d'lil zotreth oltan.
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NWN2 Character : Hart
NWN1 Character : Trazk Al'Dzra
Affiliation : Tuain't Luthol (Merchant Guild)
Server : North Underdark/Ched Nasad
GSID : jasonst22
L' trantz z'ress zhah zhaunl vel'klar ulu zotreth, naut l' z'ress d'lil zotreth oltan.
Rizaria shoook her head at the small eyeball toying with the desparate kobold. It was mildly fascinating to see the creature plummet to its demise, but ultimately held no concern for her. What she was concerned about was the eyeball making its way over to she and Teb'raen.
Typical Draz'lxn...
Her black eyes followed the movements of her guild member and said unamused, "Your quaint little antics have made you late...again, Draz'lxn. Do surprise me one eve with your promptness. If no others come here shortly, we will be off."
Rizaria knew that she and her fellow Fire Lizards were about to embark on one of their most risky "endeavors" to date and it was bold beyond normal Fire Lizard standards--which was downright crazy. She began to smirk as she mused the possibility of them getting their grubby hands on a tome that just came into possession of the Autarch of the Decury, a position held by a venerable hive mother by the name of Quivnaxlak the Icosacular; to those in Zokir, that meant the undisputed ruler of Zokir. In fact to Rizaria, it was just plain suicide--this just caused the tiefling to grin even more...
Typical Draz'lxn...
Her black eyes followed the movements of her guild member and said unamused, "Your quaint little antics have made you late...again, Draz'lxn. Do surprise me one eve with your promptness. If no others come here shortly, we will be off."
Rizaria knew that she and her fellow Fire Lizards were about to embark on one of their most risky "endeavors" to date and it was bold beyond normal Fire Lizard standards--which was downright crazy. She began to smirk as she mused the possibility of them getting their grubby hands on a tome that just came into possession of the Autarch of the Decury, a position held by a venerable hive mother by the name of Quivnaxlak the Icosacular; to those in Zokir, that meant the undisputed ruler of Zokir. In fact to Rizaria, it was just plain suicide--this just caused the tiefling to grin even more...
Lord of Skullport
Previous PC:
Mik'laysee Ze'Marri
Northern Underdark Denizen
Vel'drav dos dosst solens, udos yorn tlu gaer...
Previous PC:
Mik'laysee Ze'Marri
Northern Underdark Denizen
Vel'drav dos dosst solens, udos yorn tlu gaer...
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Mikayla
- Valsharess of ALFA
- Posts: 3707
- Joined: Sat Jan 03, 2004 5:37 pm
- Location: Qu'ellar Faen Tlabbar, Noble Room 7, Menzoberranzan, NorthUnderdark
OOC: I think I will join in but I have yet to think up a character. Also, I have no materials with me at the moment, sooo....perhaps later today or tonight I will be able to put a PC together - I need to get inspired.
ALFA1-NWN1: Sheyreiza Valakahsa
NWN2: Layla (aka Aliyah, Amira, Snake and others) and Vellya
NWN1-WD: Shein'n Valakasha
NWN2: Layla (aka Aliyah, Amira, Snake and others) and Vellya
NWN1-WD: Shein'n Valakasha
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Mikayla
- Valsharess of ALFA
- Posts: 3707
- Joined: Sat Jan 03, 2004 5:37 pm
- Location: Qu'ellar Faen Tlabbar, Noble Room 7, Menzoberranzan, NorthUnderdark
Shaynylune floated through the halls of Grazzt's endless, maze like palace. Her long, raven hair cascaded down her milky white shoulders and flowed between her large, black, silken wings. Those wings, bat like in shape but so much more beautiful, now beat softly, propelling their owner down the long corridor through its seemingly infinite arches. Shaynylune's long legs in their spike heeled boots were tucked beneath her and did not so much as touch the red streaked black marble of the hall's floor.
The succubus knew her way around the palace as much as any creature other than the Prince himself, which was to say she knew it mattered not how fast she flew or where she walked. The only things that mattered were her desire to get where she was going, her familiarity with that place, and whether the lord of this plance cared to interfere with her journey or not. While Lord Grazzt had certainly enjoyed Shaynylune's body and talents from time to time, she was but one of many such creatures in the dark prince's harem. Indeed, she did not even properly belong to that particular stable. Nonetheless, at this moment, she found herself floating through Lord Grazzt's halls on her way to see another particularly powerful resident of this palace.
Ahead of the succubus the hallway grew dark. Shaynylune stopped and hovered. She could not see past the darkness and this bothered her. As a Tanar'ri no darkness she had ever encountered could obscure her sight. Still, the darkness ahead seemed to do just that.
Fear rose inside her black heart and she began to beat her wings backwards, away from the coming darkness. Then she heard a whisper. She listened close and the whisper grew in volume. It repeated a name over and over again as it grew louder and louder. Shaynylune knew the name that was being repeated - it was hers.
The nature of the darkness became all too apparent. Someone was summoning her.
She smiled. The foolishness of mortals never ceased to amaze her. Shaynylune beat her wings and went through the portal.
A moment later she stood inside a dim chamber lit only by the faintest faerie fire. Around her was drawn a magic circle. Drawn was the wrong word. It was inscribed. Of course, the question of whether it was inscribed correctly was still an open one. Shaynylune looked up from her circle. A man stood across the room from her, and he too stood in magic circle, though his was of a temporary nature. He was drow or so her sight told her.
A moment went by and she found she remembered this drow. Ryllik? Was that his name? She could not quite remember. She had been summoned by him once, long ago, while he was but a slave living in a city of beholders. Somehow, this mortal had dodged the eye tyrants long enough to acquire some measure of arcane power - enough to eventually summon Shaynylune. For a price, she eventually secured his departure from that pit. Try as she might she had been unable to seperate his soul from his body however, and he had slipped away. He did pay for her service upfront however, so, Shaynylune has lost interest when the corruption did not go as easily as she would have liked.
Now the mortal tempted fate again. She would not let him get away so easily this time. She stepped towards the edge of the circle.
"The circle will hold you she-demon." Said the man. "And if it does not, then I will deal with you...more harshly." He revealed a scroll in his hands.
Shaynylune put on a pout, thrusting out a hip and cocking her head. As she did so she transformed herself into a drow female, one of exquisite beauty if a bit too tall.
The man laughed. "Have you forgotten so quickly? I like men. Indeed, I actually like boys."
Shaynylune frowned. Now she did remember. The wizards prediliction for young men was what had prevented her from seducing him the first time and allowed him to escape with his soul still attached to his body.
"What do you want fool?" Shaynylune hissed.
The man smiled. "Now now Nylune, such hostility is so unbecomming a woman of your beauty." He laughed. Shaynylune kept her drow color and form but let her wings, talons and horns return. She would rip this one apart and slowly. All she needed was one tiny misstep on his part.
"What I want," he continued, "is to live up to old agreements and promises. Before you helped liberate me from that hell-hole called Zokir I became indebted to someone." He laughed a bit. "In my early days my command of the art was not enought to keep me safe in the meat-locker. So, I came under the protection of the Fire Lizards. One of the Lizards' crew leaders, a woman named Rizaria, saw my potential and helped me stay alive long enough to become useful. I owe her a certain debt. She has recently called for her crew to come together. While I am a member of that crew, I've no desire to ever return to that cess-pit nor shall I." The man paused again and smiled. "You, my dear, will go in my place. You shall fulfill my obligation to Rizaria. Granted, that bitch will not take too kindly to my substitution, but then, she is there and I am here. Besides, some contribution is better than no contribution." The drow chuckled to himself.
"I don't think so fool. Your perversion and guile saved you from me once, but not this time. No matter who you might find appealing, you'll not so easily escape my masters who..."
The man cut her off with a wave and a laugh. "Threanten me not she-demon. I know you, I know your power. No balor will be stepping through any gate you open, no demon prince will be coming to your aid. Not anytime soon anyway. Someday you may be a consort to the truly powerful, but for the moment, you're a common whore with wings."
Shaynylune lunged foward but was instantly repelled by the magic of the circle. She hissed and spit at the man, her beautiful face contorting in anger.
"Alright alright," the man said in a calming voice, "you're an uncommon whore. Fine. No insult intended." He laughed.
Shaynylune tested the circle again but found it held.
"Hmm." The man said. "Imagine that. You might be in that circle a long time. Ever hear of a spiritwrack?"
The succubus stopped her struggles against the invisible barrier. The red eyes of her drow form darkened to the black of her native Tanar'ric appearance and she gazed with unparralleled malice at the mortal mage.
"I see that you have." The man said. "Well, here is the bargain my love. Aid me, serve me as I have commanded. Go to Rizaria and aid her in whatever venture she seeks. In so doing, I fulfill my obligation to my old leader...sort of. Do this, and I will pay in the same fashion as I paid you last time you and I bargained."
Shaynylune considered the man's words for a long moment. It was true what he said about the balors and demon princes. She was not a regular consort to any at the moment and could thus summon no aid from them. More importanly, his circle had held and she had no doubt the little bastard would resort to a spiritwrack if he had too. She already knew how that would turn out. She had been subject to one before and she knew she was not strong enough to resist the pain the spiritwrack would inflict upon her.
"Triple the payment." She said.
"Triple?" The man asked. "Hmm...well, I know you are greedy and of moderate, yet not spectacular, intelligence, which means you are really negotiating for double. A common ploy and one I am not generally game for especially from one in as powerless a position as you are." The man looked her up and down. "However, I get the feeling you bear me some ill will after our last deal." He laughed. "So, to smooth things over as it were, I will settle at double."
I will have your soul if it takes the next hundred years Shaynylune thought. "I accept your offer and agree to your service." She said, mustering as pleasant a tone as she could under the circumstances.
"Good, maybe you are smarter than I give you credit for." He shrugged. "Then again, maybe not. Time will tell." The mage walked over to a large, free standing mirror and rotated it so Shaynylune could see its surface. Instead of seeing her own reflection, she saw a tiefling female. Shaynylune recognized the scrying magic. "This is the woman I spoke of, Rizaria." The man said. "I believe now that you have seen her and her locale, you can go there."
Shaynylune smiled. "Not until you break the circle dearest," she purred.
The man frowned. "I am no fool. I am not going to break the circle - it will have its uses in the future I am sure." He raised his hands in an arcane gesture. "I release you from the circle and into my service as per our bargain. Go she-demon, and serve well."
Shaynylune simply smiled a fiendishly beautiful smile, and then spit. With that, she teleported away to the local in the mirror.
The first thing to hit Shaynylune was the smell. The place she arrived in smelled as bad as anything she had ever smelled in the pits of the abyss. Well, almost anything.
The tiefling woman was beside a drow male and both started at Shaynylune's sudden appearance. Shaynylune spoke first.
"The wizard Ryllik sends his regards but regrets to inform you he will not be joining you. Indeed, I think I he mentioned something about hoping you all die miserably down here. I think his new found home in Sshamath has gone straight to his head. He is quite insufferable. He asked me to tell you personally he would not be coming, now, or ever again."
She sighed, then continued. "I however, have been summoned to deliver this message - now delivered, I am without task here but still free to wander for the moment. You look like you might be up to somesort of ... mischief. At least, that is what Ryllik thinks." Shaynylune smiled, quite beautifully. "And I do soooo love mischief. Might I come along?"
Back in Sshamath, the wizard Ryllik began to scream at his scrying mirror. Shaynylune could not hear him, but she smiled nonetheless. The male had told her to serve, but he had nothing of what to tell his erstwhile companions. She laughed to herself. The foolishness mortals never did cease to amuse her.
The succubus knew her way around the palace as much as any creature other than the Prince himself, which was to say she knew it mattered not how fast she flew or where she walked. The only things that mattered were her desire to get where she was going, her familiarity with that place, and whether the lord of this plance cared to interfere with her journey or not. While Lord Grazzt had certainly enjoyed Shaynylune's body and talents from time to time, she was but one of many such creatures in the dark prince's harem. Indeed, she did not even properly belong to that particular stable. Nonetheless, at this moment, she found herself floating through Lord Grazzt's halls on her way to see another particularly powerful resident of this palace.
Ahead of the succubus the hallway grew dark. Shaynylune stopped and hovered. She could not see past the darkness and this bothered her. As a Tanar'ri no darkness she had ever encountered could obscure her sight. Still, the darkness ahead seemed to do just that.
Fear rose inside her black heart and she began to beat her wings backwards, away from the coming darkness. Then she heard a whisper. She listened close and the whisper grew in volume. It repeated a name over and over again as it grew louder and louder. Shaynylune knew the name that was being repeated - it was hers.
The nature of the darkness became all too apparent. Someone was summoning her.
She smiled. The foolishness of mortals never ceased to amaze her. Shaynylune beat her wings and went through the portal.
A moment later she stood inside a dim chamber lit only by the faintest faerie fire. Around her was drawn a magic circle. Drawn was the wrong word. It was inscribed. Of course, the question of whether it was inscribed correctly was still an open one. Shaynylune looked up from her circle. A man stood across the room from her, and he too stood in magic circle, though his was of a temporary nature. He was drow or so her sight told her.
A moment went by and she found she remembered this drow. Ryllik? Was that his name? She could not quite remember. She had been summoned by him once, long ago, while he was but a slave living in a city of beholders. Somehow, this mortal had dodged the eye tyrants long enough to acquire some measure of arcane power - enough to eventually summon Shaynylune. For a price, she eventually secured his departure from that pit. Try as she might she had been unable to seperate his soul from his body however, and he had slipped away. He did pay for her service upfront however, so, Shaynylune has lost interest when the corruption did not go as easily as she would have liked.
Now the mortal tempted fate again. She would not let him get away so easily this time. She stepped towards the edge of the circle.
"The circle will hold you she-demon." Said the man. "And if it does not, then I will deal with you...more harshly." He revealed a scroll in his hands.
Shaynylune put on a pout, thrusting out a hip and cocking her head. As she did so she transformed herself into a drow female, one of exquisite beauty if a bit too tall.
The man laughed. "Have you forgotten so quickly? I like men. Indeed, I actually like boys."
Shaynylune frowned. Now she did remember. The wizards prediliction for young men was what had prevented her from seducing him the first time and allowed him to escape with his soul still attached to his body.
"What do you want fool?" Shaynylune hissed.
The man smiled. "Now now Nylune, such hostility is so unbecomming a woman of your beauty." He laughed. Shaynylune kept her drow color and form but let her wings, talons and horns return. She would rip this one apart and slowly. All she needed was one tiny misstep on his part.
"What I want," he continued, "is to live up to old agreements and promises. Before you helped liberate me from that hell-hole called Zokir I became indebted to someone." He laughed a bit. "In my early days my command of the art was not enought to keep me safe in the meat-locker. So, I came under the protection of the Fire Lizards. One of the Lizards' crew leaders, a woman named Rizaria, saw my potential and helped me stay alive long enough to become useful. I owe her a certain debt. She has recently called for her crew to come together. While I am a member of that crew, I've no desire to ever return to that cess-pit nor shall I." The man paused again and smiled. "You, my dear, will go in my place. You shall fulfill my obligation to Rizaria. Granted, that bitch will not take too kindly to my substitution, but then, she is there and I am here. Besides, some contribution is better than no contribution." The drow chuckled to himself.
"I don't think so fool. Your perversion and guile saved you from me once, but not this time. No matter who you might find appealing, you'll not so easily escape my masters who..."
The man cut her off with a wave and a laugh. "Threanten me not she-demon. I know you, I know your power. No balor will be stepping through any gate you open, no demon prince will be coming to your aid. Not anytime soon anyway. Someday you may be a consort to the truly powerful, but for the moment, you're a common whore with wings."
Shaynylune lunged foward but was instantly repelled by the magic of the circle. She hissed and spit at the man, her beautiful face contorting in anger.
"Alright alright," the man said in a calming voice, "you're an uncommon whore. Fine. No insult intended." He laughed.
Shaynylune tested the circle again but found it held.
"Hmm." The man said. "Imagine that. You might be in that circle a long time. Ever hear of a spiritwrack?"
The succubus stopped her struggles against the invisible barrier. The red eyes of her drow form darkened to the black of her native Tanar'ric appearance and she gazed with unparralleled malice at the mortal mage.
"I see that you have." The man said. "Well, here is the bargain my love. Aid me, serve me as I have commanded. Go to Rizaria and aid her in whatever venture she seeks. In so doing, I fulfill my obligation to my old leader...sort of. Do this, and I will pay in the same fashion as I paid you last time you and I bargained."
Shaynylune considered the man's words for a long moment. It was true what he said about the balors and demon princes. She was not a regular consort to any at the moment and could thus summon no aid from them. More importanly, his circle had held and she had no doubt the little bastard would resort to a spiritwrack if he had too. She already knew how that would turn out. She had been subject to one before and she knew she was not strong enough to resist the pain the spiritwrack would inflict upon her.
"Triple the payment." She said.
"Triple?" The man asked. "Hmm...well, I know you are greedy and of moderate, yet not spectacular, intelligence, which means you are really negotiating for double. A common ploy and one I am not generally game for especially from one in as powerless a position as you are." The man looked her up and down. "However, I get the feeling you bear me some ill will after our last deal." He laughed. "So, to smooth things over as it were, I will settle at double."
I will have your soul if it takes the next hundred years Shaynylune thought. "I accept your offer and agree to your service." She said, mustering as pleasant a tone as she could under the circumstances.
"Good, maybe you are smarter than I give you credit for." He shrugged. "Then again, maybe not. Time will tell." The mage walked over to a large, free standing mirror and rotated it so Shaynylune could see its surface. Instead of seeing her own reflection, she saw a tiefling female. Shaynylune recognized the scrying magic. "This is the woman I spoke of, Rizaria." The man said. "I believe now that you have seen her and her locale, you can go there."
Shaynylune smiled. "Not until you break the circle dearest," she purred.
The man frowned. "I am no fool. I am not going to break the circle - it will have its uses in the future I am sure." He raised his hands in an arcane gesture. "I release you from the circle and into my service as per our bargain. Go she-demon, and serve well."
Shaynylune simply smiled a fiendishly beautiful smile, and then spit. With that, she teleported away to the local in the mirror.
The first thing to hit Shaynylune was the smell. The place she arrived in smelled as bad as anything she had ever smelled in the pits of the abyss. Well, almost anything.
The tiefling woman was beside a drow male and both started at Shaynylune's sudden appearance. Shaynylune spoke first.
"The wizard Ryllik sends his regards but regrets to inform you he will not be joining you. Indeed, I think I he mentioned something about hoping you all die miserably down here. I think his new found home in Sshamath has gone straight to his head. He is quite insufferable. He asked me to tell you personally he would not be coming, now, or ever again."
She sighed, then continued. "I however, have been summoned to deliver this message - now delivered, I am without task here but still free to wander for the moment. You look like you might be up to somesort of ... mischief. At least, that is what Ryllik thinks." Shaynylune smiled, quite beautifully. "And I do soooo love mischief. Might I come along?"
Back in Sshamath, the wizard Ryllik began to scream at his scrying mirror. Shaynylune could not hear him, but she smiled nonetheless. The male had told her to serve, but he had nothing of what to tell his erstwhile companions. She laughed to herself. The foolishness mortals never did cease to amuse her.
ALFA1-NWN1: Sheyreiza Valakahsa
NWN2: Layla (aka Aliyah, Amira, Snake and others) and Vellya
NWN1-WD: Shein'n Valakasha
NWN2: Layla (aka Aliyah, Amira, Snake and others) and Vellya
NWN1-WD: Shein'n Valakasha
From seemingly nowhere under her cloak, a pair of gleaming kukris leapt to Rizaria's hands as her body crouched down in a narrow fighting stance at the sudden appearance of the attractive woman. Here mind spun with a few select spells to call to bear should the mysterious woman attempt to attack--then she spoke...
She said she was 'summoned'? Beautiful, seductive, confident--succubus. Just terrific...
Rizaria never relaxed her stance as the woman continued. When she finished her explanation, the tiefling glared at the stranger with suspicion. In a silky voice, she responded casually with a shrug, "Ryllik? I had written the deserter off and did not count on his presence here today. Members of the Fire Lizards come and go as they please. In fact, the only reason he Ryllik even entered my mind recently was a favor that he owes me, that I intend on collecting. It seems he has honored his bargain...sort of. Tell me 'demon', in what way are you bound to serve us? I enter no "unknown variables" into my business..."
She said she was 'summoned'? Beautiful, seductive, confident--succubus. Just terrific...
Rizaria never relaxed her stance as the woman continued. When she finished her explanation, the tiefling glared at the stranger with suspicion. In a silky voice, she responded casually with a shrug, "Ryllik? I had written the deserter off and did not count on his presence here today. Members of the Fire Lizards come and go as they please. In fact, the only reason he Ryllik even entered my mind recently was a favor that he owes me, that I intend on collecting. It seems he has honored his bargain...sort of. Tell me 'demon', in what way are you bound to serve us? I enter no "unknown variables" into my business..."
Lord of Skullport
Previous PC:
Mik'laysee Ze'Marri
Northern Underdark Denizen
Vel'drav dos dosst solens, udos yorn tlu gaer...
Previous PC:
Mik'laysee Ze'Marri
Northern Underdark Denizen
Vel'drav dos dosst solens, udos yorn tlu gaer...
Draz'lxn allowed his form to shift and shape behind the succubus where she stood. His heavily robed and shrouded drow form slowly taking shape leaning aganst the wall beside the opening to the chamber. His hands worked quickly, deft motions performing a few extra protections upon himself should the 'newcomer' decide to be less than cordial.
At the completion of his last incantation he gave the teifling a slight nod to illustrate the invisibility sphere was indeed up as well as the cave entrance being silenced. They could speak freely now without any unwanted intrusions. Draz'lxn smiled slowly at the back of the succubi's form as he quietly rubbed a bit of brimstone over his fingers. His other hand rolled two sterling steel balls between his fingers, undoubtedly spell components but for what it was anyones guess.
This is the teiflings show..let her deal with the guest star. Then again...Ill not get caught if the curtain comes down...
Draz'lxn smiled quietly at this thought, giving an impression of a shark eyeing a wounded tuna.
At the completion of his last incantation he gave the teifling a slight nod to illustrate the invisibility sphere was indeed up as well as the cave entrance being silenced. They could speak freely now without any unwanted intrusions. Draz'lxn smiled slowly at the back of the succubi's form as he quietly rubbed a bit of brimstone over his fingers. His other hand rolled two sterling steel balls between his fingers, undoubtedly spell components but for what it was anyones guess.
This is the teiflings show..let her deal with the guest star. Then again...Ill not get caught if the curtain comes down...
Draz'lxn smiled quietly at this thought, giving an impression of a shark eyeing a wounded tuna.
JS
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NWN2 Character : Hart
NWN1 Character : Trazk Al'Dzra
Affiliation : Tuain't Luthol (Merchant Guild)
Server : North Underdark/Ched Nasad
GSID : jasonst22
L' trantz z'ress zhah zhaunl vel'klar ulu zotreth, naut l' z'ress d'lil zotreth oltan.
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NWN2 Character : Hart
NWN1 Character : Trazk Al'Dzra
Affiliation : Tuain't Luthol (Merchant Guild)
Server : North Underdark/Ched Nasad
GSID : jasonst22
L' trantz z'ress zhah zhaunl vel'klar ulu zotreth, naut l' z'ress d'lil zotreth oltan.
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"Tell me 'demon', in what way are you bound to serve us? I enter no "unknown variables" into my business..."
Shaynylune watched the tiefling draw her kukri's and crouch into a fighting stance.
"My aren't we fierce?" She laughed. "As for being 'bound to serve' you, who said anything about that? I was summoned to deliver a message. The message is simple - Ryllik will not be making good on his debt. Now...as to me and you.."
Shaynylune had been exercising her power of thought reading on Rizaria and though the power was imperfect at best, a thought came across. There was an ally of Rizaria's behind Shaynylune. Even as Shaynylune spoke a loud to the tiefling she sent a message to the man behind her telepathically.
Hello there. Like the view? She put a hand on her hip and gently thrust her butt out while arcing her back just slightly. She knew the effect her body had on most mortals and enjoyed it tremendously.
She continued to speak to Rizaria as well. "Now...as to me and you, I now find myself here, in your world, for at least a short time. I've not much to do other than cause trouble but I do so find that I like causing trouble with others. You like you might be causing a lot of trouble in the near future, so I thought I would tag along and see what sort of.....assistance.....I could lend you." Shaynylune giggled a bit. She let the laugh die off, paused and then let her voice slip down a notch to a more sultry, serious tone. "I can be very helpful. I have...talents. Some of which are obvious...some of which are not. All of them can be useful and I am sure they can be useful to you." Shaynylune smiled again and dropped all pretense of disguise.
In her natural form the succubus stood six feet tall. Her body was literally unbelievable, with a tiny waist, perfect breasts and sensous hips leading down to long, lean legs. Her raven hair fell in a silken, bouncy mass to the middle of her back and offset her flawless milk white skin. Tiny horns pushed their way up through her black locks as did the tips of her elf-like ears. Her hair framed a face that could only be described as esquisite. From her well toned back sprouted two large wings seeming made of the most luxurious black silk imaginable. From her tail bone came just that; a tail. It was long, smooth and ended in a tiny arrow shaped point. It seemed to move and flow with the rhythym of her words and when she would pause, it would silently wrap itself around one her long legs as if she was embracing herself. Shaynylune was, as all succubi were, an unholy blend of sex and evil; sin incarnate.
She smiled at Rizaria and the tiefling's allies.
Shaynylune watched the tiefling draw her kukri's and crouch into a fighting stance.
"My aren't we fierce?" She laughed. "As for being 'bound to serve' you, who said anything about that? I was summoned to deliver a message. The message is simple - Ryllik will not be making good on his debt. Now...as to me and you.."
Shaynylune had been exercising her power of thought reading on Rizaria and though the power was imperfect at best, a thought came across. There was an ally of Rizaria's behind Shaynylune. Even as Shaynylune spoke a loud to the tiefling she sent a message to the man behind her telepathically.
Hello there. Like the view? She put a hand on her hip and gently thrust her butt out while arcing her back just slightly. She knew the effect her body had on most mortals and enjoyed it tremendously.
She continued to speak to Rizaria as well. "Now...as to me and you, I now find myself here, in your world, for at least a short time. I've not much to do other than cause trouble but I do so find that I like causing trouble with others. You like you might be causing a lot of trouble in the near future, so I thought I would tag along and see what sort of.....assistance.....I could lend you." Shaynylune giggled a bit. She let the laugh die off, paused and then let her voice slip down a notch to a more sultry, serious tone. "I can be very helpful. I have...talents. Some of which are obvious...some of which are not. All of them can be useful and I am sure they can be useful to you." Shaynylune smiled again and dropped all pretense of disguise.
In her natural form the succubus stood six feet tall. Her body was literally unbelievable, with a tiny waist, perfect breasts and sensous hips leading down to long, lean legs. Her raven hair fell in a silken, bouncy mass to the middle of her back and offset her flawless milk white skin. Tiny horns pushed their way up through her black locks as did the tips of her elf-like ears. Her hair framed a face that could only be described as esquisite. From her well toned back sprouted two large wings seeming made of the most luxurious black silk imaginable. From her tail bone came just that; a tail. It was long, smooth and ended in a tiny arrow shaped point. It seemed to move and flow with the rhythym of her words and when she would pause, it would silently wrap itself around one her long legs as if she was embracing herself. Shaynylune was, as all succubi were, an unholy blend of sex and evil; sin incarnate.
She smiled at Rizaria and the tiefling's allies.
ALFA1-NWN1: Sheyreiza Valakahsa
NWN2: Layla (aka Aliyah, Amira, Snake and others) and Vellya
NWN1-WD: Shein'n Valakasha
NWN2: Layla (aka Aliyah, Amira, Snake and others) and Vellya
NWN1-WD: Shein'n Valakasha
Rizaria regarded the succubus warily and eased her stance, slowly sheathing her kukris back into their hidden scabbards. While listening to the succubus' words, she considered the implications of the demoness joining them on the dangerous endeavor before them...
She could be valuable, but she sure as hell can't be trusted--especially if she is not bound.
Her black eyes stared at the appealing female with undisguised suspicion and said simply, "Dear, we can all see that your talents may come in handy and if Rillyn sent you to repay his debt to me, then that is just dandy..."
Letting her words hang, her silky voice turned cold, "However, if you 'cause trouble' in such a way that interferes with our objectives, we will be most displeased and put out of sorts. Do I make myself absolutely clear, sweety?"
Though the succubus appealed to her sexually, the lure of magics and gold to be gained from her exploits far outweighed her carnal desires...
She could be valuable, but she sure as hell can't be trusted--especially if she is not bound.
Her black eyes stared at the appealing female with undisguised suspicion and said simply, "Dear, we can all see that your talents may come in handy and if Rillyn sent you to repay his debt to me, then that is just dandy..."
Letting her words hang, her silky voice turned cold, "However, if you 'cause trouble' in such a way that interferes with our objectives, we will be most displeased and put out of sorts. Do I make myself absolutely clear, sweety?"
Though the succubus appealed to her sexually, the lure of magics and gold to be gained from her exploits far outweighed her carnal desires...
Lord of Skullport
Previous PC:
Mik'laysee Ze'Marri
Northern Underdark Denizen
Vel'drav dos dosst solens, udos yorn tlu gaer...
Previous PC:
Mik'laysee Ze'Marri
Northern Underdark Denizen
Vel'drav dos dosst solens, udos yorn tlu gaer...