Chronicles of Rhyl'lyn: When It Snows, It BlowsHe felt cold. The crunchy, wet stuff on the ground and all around him, as white as his hair, came with an unnatural chill that he hadn't expected. Durdyn had said the surface changed over the course of a year, unlike the constant darkness of the Underdark, and that he would do well to wear warm clothes if he decided to leave Ched Nasad this time of the year. He'd done so, going for the warmest spider silk cloak the Underdark had to offer, fingerless spider silk gloves that had been knitted by the most meticulous tailors and a rare, greasy substance to waterproof his boots. He'd even greased his short swords, as rumours had it the frost would sometimes make the blades stick, and he kept his hand crossbow hidden away in an enchanted pocket in his cloak.Chronicles of Rhyl'lyn: When It Snows, It Blows by Sushi-Troll
Getting fur from animals on the surface was practically impossible, and if he'd bought a scarf his matron mother would probably begin to suspect something. It had been easy enough to slip away – he was part of the regular Underdark
Iron Web 3 - Ties That BindIron Web 3 - Ties That Bind by AuriV1
“Your talent knows no bounds, it seems,” Ginafae remarked as she once again stood in Kronoj’s chambers. Though her face did not show it, it was obvious she was impressed with the alchemist’s handiwork. The heavy bag of coin that Kronoj currently held in his hands was monetary representation of her satisfaction.
“You are too kind, Mistress,” he bowed deeply to her, as he had before, but a hint of a smile played on his lips. As he rose again, he added, “Matron Mother Waer’riina also has a message for you – one that she wished for me to deliver to you personally upon your soonest visit.”
“Oh?” One of Ginafae’s thin, snow-white brows arched as her interest was piqued, “Do continue, then.”
The alchemist inclined his head, “She wishes to pass on her warm regards to you, and she congratulates you on your recent…victories…over your sisters. She believes that this is a,” he p
Finding Pinky Epilogue: Rubbing It InThe awkward silence in the courtyard was almost palpable. To say the drow had been surprised at the Selûnite catching him trying to sneak out of the city would be an understatement. Out of all the things the stubborn, clumsy, whimsical and silly blonde could do, spotting him in his most natural element was the last thing he'd expected. Yet she'd summoned to bear heatless flames that surrounded his body – a power he himself commanded due to his heritage, and so he knew not to fear them. Now he stood there, outlined by magic and the light of the waning moon, with Hulda facing him down.Finding Pinky Epilogue: Rubbing It In by Sushi-Troll
"What do you want?" Rhyl'lyn asked, his tone more harsh than he intended to. Hulda's lower lip trembled and a sad look came to her eyes, making him feel a small portion of regret otherwise uncharacteristic to him. "I'm fully healed, and now I'm leaving so I won't be a burden to you with the city watch." He paused slightly before continuing. "I... appreciate what you've done... thank you."
Rebellion - Chapter Thirteen: United Once MoreRebellion - Chapter Thirteen: United Once More by illiithin
Yochelle woke early the next morning, unable to sleep as long as she normally did. The growing horror of Zenth's absence and the nervousness of pulling off her dangerous plan weighed too heavily on her shoulders for her to rest.
Slowly the drow eased into her dress, then stepped outside to see her guard standing watch.
"You're up early." he motioned.
"We still need to move for much of the day." the former prophetess answered. "We don't have time to lie around."
Zenth nodded, then sheathed his magical broadsword and nimbly jumped to a ledge. "I'll be watching from the shadows." he signaled before disappearing where her infrared vision could not follow.
Yochelle looked after him longingly. Would he reconsider? She doubted it, but all the same, she had nothing left to lose.
I'll ask him after we get through killing our kin. she decided, then roused the group with a blast of air that radiated out into the tents.
"The ceremony is about to begin!" she called. "I shall ne
Contest - Deh' o' Mialhin Shadow RangerContest - Deh' o' Mialhin by Lolth-Scourge
Deh' o' Mialhin is a young drow female of Mih'Al'Henidraninl family. Ancient Lolth high priestess, she was revoked from her position because spiders, the symbol of Lolth, did never dare to approach her, as if frightened by something.
Renegade, she had to leave the territories under Lolth control when her high prietest weapon, the fangs scourge with file living snake lashes, tried to kill her. Lolth wanted her dead.
She traveled south in the Underdark, alone, and soon discovered she was happier in those half desert lands than she had never been in the crowded Drow cities. She also soon discovered some hided talents in herself and little by little, while traveling in the earth bowels, she became what we could call a Shadow Ranger.
As her surface homonyms, Deh' had some powers over the nature, even over the dangerous beasts living in the Underdark. She discovered why spiders feared her: in fact she had the power to provoque waves of extreme fear in any liv
Contest - FamilyFAMILYContest - Family by Lolth-Scourge
Xenshai yawned, stopped fiddling with his long braided hair and looked over at his brother. The younger drow looked, in Xenshais' opinion, far too nervous to carry out the orders they had explicitly been given by their mother, the Matron Vikhra. Or maybe it was the other orders he had been given that worried him…
'Jehk'ril, if you're going to going to fidget, you may as well leave' he drawled, a slightly amused smile touching his lips. Jehk'ril turned and frowned, shaking his head vehemently.
'I know what to do' he replied, a hint of a tremor to his voice.
'Hmmm. And you are sure you are…up to it?'
Jehk'ril glowered at his brother. Why must he always treat him as a child?
'This raid will be successful. Hasn't Matron Vikhra told us Mother Lolth is on our side?
'Lolth?' Xenshai spat over his shoulder. 'Who gives a damn what that old spider thinks! Anyway, that was not what I was referring to…'
'Xenshai…do you think this course of action is wise? Surely Vikhra will
Contest - Three of themContest - Three of them by Lolth-Scourge
"I don't like it." He snarls, crossing and uncrossing his arms anxiously. The Half-drey just ignored it, however, stroking his short beard thoughtfully. It didn't bother him any to be someplace without walls or ceiling…damn the man.
"Look up…" Orin smirks softly, gesturing upward. His rings glinted in the bright light of the moon, making Shand squint.
"I don't want to." He snaps back, irritably, sitting down on the ground, the heavy spider limbs that hang from his back twitching dangerously.
"Aww. Big man is SKAWED." Bat'zu sniggered. The half demon, who looked like nothing more impressive than a chubby, horned infant with wings, sniggered as he lit an thick cigar, further offending Shand's eyes with the flames interruption of the darkness. It's the tiny wings that keep him air born as one of Shand's talon-ended spider limbs smashes through the branch the half demon is perched on. Even the sound of it breaking and falling don't sound right without cavern walls to make them echo. Too bl
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