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Topic Started: Mar 7 2006, 10:13 PM (182 Views)
LadySabre	Mar 7 2006, 10:13 PM Post #1
Elder Posts: 322 Group: Co-Admin Member #2 Joined: November 29, 2005	OOC Note: These are posts between myself and my boyfriend (who will, sadly, not be role-playing here (or anywhere, lol). I am Angel, he is Jaraxle. Hope you all enjoy. ((p.s. The odd language is Drow (because they both are!). If you'd like to understand it, search google for House Maerdyn and the first link should be the translator. )) Angel was bored. Not just nothing to do bored, as there was plenty of walking to do, but the walk hadn't been the most exciting. Of course, neither had their life down below the surface of the world in the land of the Drow - the Underdark. Neither she nor her uncle, Jaraxle, had been able to find work for almost a week. That was almost unheard of for such a highly skilled assassin such as her uncle and a woman of extreme espionage as herself... especially in the Underdark - the place where everyone has someone whom they hate and want dead. But find work they had not... and so here they were, on a backpath from the Underdark, to the surface. The trek was long and neither uncle nor neice spoke much. When they had, it had been mere whispers, as they did not want to wake any possible slumbering beasts, not because they were afraid, but because it would take up their time - time they could spend on the surface getting paid! The sound of metal smashing on stone rang out through the tunnel from straight ahead and up some. As used to the pitch black as her eyes were, Angel was not able to see exactly where the incline started. Kael could, and she was sure Jaraxle probably could as well. Keeping her hand firmly on the horn of Kael's saddle, she followed the large steed's lead, stopping him shortly as a smashing sound that surely meant the metal ('perhaps a shovel...' she thought to herself) breaking the stone into smaller pieces echoed towards them. They were much closer now and could easily hear the pair of graverobbers. Looking left to her uncle, Angel watched his face for his reaction. ~~ "Lu'oh yugho, kluthak l' olath ciiholtryui 'udtila elamshinae udossa. Ori'gato udossa kyorl whol mina ulu olister ninta ragar, t'yin udos orn zotreth. P'luin udos inbal elggen nindolen yeunn olplyen, udos orn plynn l' ragar whol udossta ehmtu lu' mumbaro reztorm." He whisper into his nieces ear, Jaraxle had been bored for far too long. With boredom came his bloodlust. His face told the story, glaring eyes with a wolfish half smile. He could taste their screams in his ears already, and he loved the feel of his sword cutting through flesh. Securing his equipement tight, he moves into the shadows. As he glides along the darkness towards the unsespecting targets be begins to utter low magical syllables, drawing the flat of his longsword's blade across his open palm. He felt the shadows around him become like ink, and the power of his curse flood into his blade. Unlike his normal brethren, his dark arts didn't come as a spell he hurled at his foe, but rather imbued into his blade. Awaiting Angel to do her part of the tactic, Jaraxle slowly raises his blade before himself. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but deep down he understood it just made the act of killing that much more satisfying. This wouldn't be fair for the thieves, but he cared not. ~~ Angel grinned at her uncle's words and nodded in agreement. Pulling herself lightly into Kael's saddle, she quickly situated herself so that she was riding side-saddle. She ran a finger down the steed's powerful neck and leaned down, whispering what she wished him to do into his left ear. Obediently, he nodded his head and walked forward slowly until he stood in plain view of the graverobbers. The smaller of the two (and also the more paranoid, it seemed) jumped the instant he looked up to see not darkness, but a rather pretty young girl atop a dangerous and unholy looking mount with burning red eyes. The other robber was much harder to scare, it seemed, as he looked up at Angel with an expressionless face. She noted the scar across his left cheek as she grinned over at them. "Care to dance?" One eyebrow on the bigger man's face went up slightly as she spoke without the tiniest hint of an accent despite her ebony skin and shockingly white hair. Hopping back to the dirt floor onto barefeet, she kept her eyes focused on her prey. As she drew her blades from their sheaths at her hip, she let their minds run through her, into hers. Together, they decided it would be a good idea to attack the smaller man first as he was more likely to turn tail and run as soon as the first blood was spilled. Keeping the larger man in focus out of the corner of her eye, she charged forward at the smaller man, whose voice seemed to have gotten stuck in his throat as he swung his sword towards her. The two blades collided with a loud clang and she instantly turned to her right to face the larger man, trusting her uncle's speed and accuracy. ~~ When she finally struck, she aimed for the smaller of the two. With a smile, Jaraxle begins to trot forward, knowing what the larger man would do with his rather large warhammer. Tucking into a roll, to go between the legs of Angel's mount, Jaraxle comes up into a parry to the strike that would have crushed his nieces spine. It felt as if his hands has been shocked, then a dull ache filled his forearms. With a twist of his wrist, Jaraxle uses the speed of his longsword to retaliate and cut a small gash into the mans lower thigh. Remaining back to back, the two drow turn with a fluid quickness to face the others opponent. Bringing his sword up to cut across the smaller man's forearm, Jaraxle releases the power stored within. Then moves his blade to block a sloppy counter strike from the man. Watching with a smile on his face as the mans sword arm begins to fall leaden to his side, with a laugh at the fear etched in the man's face Jaraxle ducks down into a squat. ~~ She heard her uncle's sword block the smaller man's as he swung at her exposed back when she'd turned to face off with his larger partner. Her back brushed lightly against that of her uncle's as she braced herself against the large man's crushing blow of his warhammer. The sword in her left hand, as if saying it did not like being used to block such powerful attacks, sent an electric shock out at the man. Her right arm flew out from under the weight of the warhammer and slashed up at the man's left arm, drawing blood. This didn't seem to phase the man, and Angel hadn't intended it to. Pushing off with her left sword, still fighting against the long handle of the warhammer, Angel spun back to face her smaller opponent just as her uncle turned and rose from his squatting position, bringing his sword up along the larger man's chest. Back with the smaller man, Angel fed off of the fear in his eyes. After her uncle's attack on his arm, the man was seriously slowed down. Slapping his sword down easily with her left hand while still finishing her spin, she plunged her right arm forward. The sword pierced the side of the man's throat and as he tried to gurgle for his life, she twisted the blade, pushing it in still further. The man sunk to his knees as Angel turned to hopefully catch Jaraxle's last few sadistic slashes at his opponent. She loved watching her uncle fight; she loved watching him play the part of a cerebral assassin, toying with his opponents as they fought for their lives in a game they could not win. ~~ Laughing at hearing the sicking sound of her blade sink into the mans throat, and then breaking into a cackle as the gurgling sound of his life escape filled his ears. Jaraxle begins to spin his blade around with speed as he dances around avoiding the crushing attacks of the warhammer. The large human's weapon was too slow to actually hit him and he knew it, he enjoyed giving the slower man hope, making it look as if he was nearly struck on several occasions. Bringing his sword around Jaraxle brings the length of the blade down the man's uninjured forearm, the lumbering opponent was begining to tire from swinging that heavier weapon around and the loss of blood. Jaraxle was finding himself to be upset, knowing the fighting would be over soon, but enjoyed the satisfaction that he'd get to kill the man. Ducking a haymaker of a swing, the dark elf plunges his longsword into the man's knee. Chuckling as he hears the cartillage pop and the unmistakable sound of the knee buckle, spinning past as the brute collapses to his knees, Jaraxle cut him across the small of the back. Blood gushes forth, begining to coat the back of the mans jerkin and breeches. Finishing out his spin to face the man's back, be brings his sword up and then down cutting just deep enough into the man's neck to paralyze him. With a scream, the brutishly large human falls forward to the ground. "Now I shall let you lie here and suffer, the rats will make short work of your defenseless body, but you shall be alive to know." The dark elf assassin says, a tone of whimsical happiness saturating his every word. He knew the man would suffer no pain of body, but his mind would be tormented as his soul drifted to the other side. "Let us collect what they have found Angel my love." ~~ Angel was not surprised to turn fairly early in Jaraxle's game of cat and mouse. She watched with anticipation, always trying to see if she could figure out where each man would strike before he did. The larger man's pattern was easy as he was much slower, especially after Angel watched her uncle slice into his uninjured forearm. Jaraxle's pattern was, however, much more complicated to decipher, as he didn't necessarily have one. He moved to where the man was open, which could technically be considered a pattern in itself. She shivered at the distinct sound of the man's knee popping and the cartilage ripping as Jaraxle shoved his blade deep into it. Jaraxle's soft chuckle brought a smile to her face. He was having fun. Kneeling down to wipe the blood from her blades on the shirt of the man she'd killed, she listened to Jaraxle explain to the larger man his fate. She chuckled silently to herself, re-sheating her swords as Jaraxle beckoned to her. Untying the man's coin purse, she held it out for Jaraxle to see with a small grin on her face. She moved over to him and looked down at his foe's paralyzed body. "Kyorl jalbol d' ssran ghil?" she asked, running her fingers lightly down Jaraxle's arm as she looked around the small cavern again, her eyes resting on the crushed stone a few feet away. "Hmm... Vel'uss zhah l' p'luvt nind detholus Usstan brorn? Kleel xal? Al tir, mayoe..." ~~ "Nind zhahen jaed talinth nind gumash plynn pholor draa ilythiiri d' udossta yorn. T'yin vel'bol xun nesstren zhaun d'lil seke yorn d'lil ilythiiri?" He says begining to remove items of value from the fallen warriors, their weapons he loads in the saddble bags of Angel's mount. "Naubol d' seke ritze pholor mina, ninta sarolen xal sila fol or'a wun l' shuk 'zil nind ph' al morfel. Natha anth pholor l' jatha'la uss d' mina, morfel dal t'puuli xuil natha inlul euol. Naubol mzild." Moving to Angel's side, he casually runs his hand along her lower back to rest upon her hip. Smiling coyly he looks over towards the rubble, they had been digging up a grave. Curious, Jaraxle lets his arm fall away from his lover and strides over to see what they had uncovered, peering inside he smirks. "Ol zhah natha hargluk phalar. Nindol zhah ichl bwael." Inside lay a stone sarcophagus, on the top in deep engravings were a hammer with a pair of crossed thunder bolts behind it. Shaking his head, and relishing the thought of plundering a dwarven grave made his day more intriguing. This would spread his name through out the dwarven clans quickly, nothing they hated more than a drow, but one that would dare to dephile a sacred thing as this! Knowing he'd be hunted for all his life by the clan this dwarf belonged to, he motions for Angel to join him, then hops down into the hole. It didn't matter to him, let them come, he'd kill them all. Atleast this way, he wouldn't have to settle for a job, or the chance encounter. A ready supply of dwarf warriors prepared to die, and die they shall, would come to him. Crouching down and gripping the edges of the lid, he strains to lift the heavy rock upwards. ~~ "Ichl seke, ussta ssinssrigg... Ichl seke..." Angel leaned into his embrace lightly as he returned to her side for only a moment. Her ears perk up as she moves after him towards the uncovered hole. "Hargluk?" She smirked a bit and watched him drop into the grave. "Dos usstan'sargh wael..." she chuckled, dropping down into the pit without a second thought. She stood for a few moments, watching Jaraxle attempt to remove the stone that she assumed had taken at least three strong men to put in place. As soon as the first bead of sweat rolled down from his temple, she brushed it away and moved her fingers down his face to his chin, lifting it so as to get his attention and stop him from straining himself any more. Closing her eyes, she mumbled a few dark words and immediately felt power being to radiate throughout her body. Opening her eyes, she looked down at the stone, her victim. She squatted and dug her fingers into the small crevice where the stone slab rest and then lifted up with nothing more than a slight grunt escaping her lips. Once the slab was up in an almost horizontal position, she pushed it a bit farther and let it fall into a propping position against the hole wall. "P'luin dos," she said with a wink as her muscles and body relaxed once more. ~~ Smirkying wryly as Angel used her divine gifts to enhance her strength beyond his, he watches in satisfaction as she lifts the stone lid and props it against the surrounding earth. In a way he was envious, her ability to do such things was beyond his reach. The fact that she used them to aid his endevours though, that he respected and admired. She was female after all, and in drow society she was above him in many ways. Looking down into the sarcophagus he sees that it isn't of a dwarf Thane, but still one of some importance, a large double headed axe lay with it's former master. The shaft of a dark polished wood that hadn't deteriorated over the years, the butterfly shaped blades untouched by rust gleam in the pale lighting of the area. "Usstan xun z'reninth udos inbal muth natha faerl sarol. Ol zhal'la xxizz kiel l' kl'ae d' udossta ehmtu or'a areion udossta ul'mubar." Reaching down, he picks up the rather heavy weapon and brings it up into the dim light. Runes seem to blaze to life, etched into the dark skin of the shaft. "Siyo, nindol orn xun yugho." Handing the weapon to Angel to hold while he continues to do the dirty work, he begins to move the bones of the long dead dwarf warrior. Searching for anything made from gold or silver, magical or mithril. Standing back up, he opens his hand to reveal a medalion and small signet ring made of gold. With a wink, he hands the items to Angel to put into her pouches. Then proceeds to climb out of the hole, and assist her out. ~~ Her violet eyes scanned the corpse of the dwarf, obviously long dead as his flesh had rotted away completely by now, leaving only bones covered in cobweb. Even the spiders had long since moved out. "Oh?" She crouched down, taking the large weapon from Jaraxle's hands and looked the handle up and down, trying to decipher the runes. Before she had time to figure out anything besides the fact that they were dwarven and symbols of power, Angel felt an urgent tugging on her mind. With a soft groan, she looked to her right hip and scowled. As a gentler tugging pulled at her brain, she looked now to her left hip and rolled her eyes. "Naak'e fa'la zatoasten..." she murmured as Jaraxle emerged from the coffin, a few small items of possible worth in his hand, which he gave to her. Listening briefly for any movements outside the hole, she was quickly assured that they were still alone here in the catacombs and decided it would be okay to put the large axe on the edge of the hole so they could both climb out easier. As she then places the items from Jaraxle into one of her pouches, she looks up to climb and finds a pair of hands waiting for her. She grabs them firmly and, pushing off the ground with the balls of her feet, jumps and then climbs with her feet only as Jaraxle pulls her out of the hole. ~~ "Al, zhal udos tlu pholor udossta i'dol nin?" Jaraxle says sliding his hand onto Angel's hip and pulling her close, with a smile he tilts his head down and kisses his mistress. Slowly breaking away, he winks and lets a coy smile spread across his face. "Nindol xonathull uriu sila've fotus fol ssinssrigg tejmook'cinkjuun. Ji udos zhal'la lac doeb biu el'inssrigg ulu zexen'uma a whol l' isto." Chuckling lightly, he lifts the magical axe up off the crumbled ground and straps it to the mounts saddle bags. Dusting his gloved hands and tunic off, Jaraxle motions for Angel to mount. Checking meticulously, he glides his hands over his body, checking to make sure all his weapons and possesions were still attached in their appropriate spots. ~~ Angel smiled as her lips met with Jaraxle's for a sweet moment. As her eyes fluttered open again when they parted, she looked up at him and grinned mischeviously. "Ul'tro saph natha inth." Rubbing Kael's nose affectionately for a moment as Jaraxle secures the new axe to his saddle bags. Once he's done, she moves to the steed's left side and pulls herself up and into the saddle with ease, sitting normally this time. Draping the reins loosely on the horn of the saddle, she puts one hand over them and leans down, brushing a loose strand of Jaraxle's hair from his eyes as he inspects himself and his belongings. "Kr'athin?" she asks her partner, holding her hand down for him to help him up into the saddle behind her. As he took her hand, she pulled him up and waited for him to get situated before squeezing Kael's sides with her knees. The steed took off at a gentle trot at first and Angel took hold of the reins now. Squeezing his sides a little harder, she guided the galloping mount down the left fork of the path. It wasn't long now before a dim spot of light became visible at the end of the tunnel. "Orior dosst solen, ssinssrigg." She closed her own eyes, trusting Kael's excellent vision until they reached the end of the tunnel. By that point, she would have been slowly opening her eyes bit by bit until they were ready to be open in the sunlight.
	Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me...


LadySabre	Mar 7 2006, 10:17 PM Post #2
Elder Posts: 322 Group: Co-Admin Member #2 Joined: November 29, 2005	The light was blinding, he'd spend far too much time in the Underdark. Blinking rapidly, eyes watering Jaraxle waits for his sight to adjust. It wouldn't fully for awhile, but he was begining to be able to see shapes and colors. A small headache starts to build at his temples. "Gi lu'oh Usstan xun philth l' ssussun d'lil shinduago tresk'ri. Tangis' wu'suul nindol k'lar ulu uxxahuu d'lil elghinyrr, l' ssussun kluthak tlu ichl mzilt." He says with a sound of contempt resounding clearly in his voice. His eyes squinted, his lips set into a angrly grimace. How he did hate the surface world, with all his heart he despised the creatures that dwell there. As Angel brings her mount to a stop, Jaraxle dismounts. Hocking and spitting upon the ground of the mosoleum, he says "Usstan phlith nindol k'lar, drill gaer orn tlu xund ghil pholor l' shinduago. Ori'gato udossa alu ragar natha k'lar ulu v'dre udossta karliiken. Wun l' kre'tan udos orn shuk l' sarol." ~~ Kael slowed to a stop as the trio reached the surface. Angel reached down and stroked his neck as Jaraxle hopped back to the ground. "Ol zhah natha phla'ta k'lar, drill nindyn vel'uss wayc'e ghil ph' suul'et'jabar lu' retlah d' ssinssrin. Usstan tlun zhaunus foluss orn ulnin tlu wun ssrig'luin d' dosst xund ghil," she said, with a knowing smile. Rolling her head around on her shoulders, she popped her back and neck and finally relaxed again. "Usstan satiir saph F'sarn duul'sso a vaen nin..." Her eyes wandered about, checking out their new surroundings. They were in a graveyard, and from the looks of it, one that was not friendly towards those who wished to bury their dead. Something about the low fog and the eerie silence put her on edge a bit. "I vote we hurry," she mumbled, moving her hand to rest at the hilt of her sword as moved to the ground from the saddle. Wrapping her free arm around the bottom of Kael's neck, she leaned her head on his cheek as they walked. She smiled faintly to herself - it was much more interesting here on the surface, that was for sure. ~~ "There is nothing in the shadows or fog my dear, does death scare you so much? We are drow, we are destined for greater things upon the ending of the life we live in this shell." It was true he knew, in the depths of his heart he knew the drow went on to greater things in death. "If one fears death, one has lost the battle already." Walking at a casual pace, Jaraxle examines the names on the burial sites. None of an great importance, atleast no important enough to stand out in his mind. He would never lay in a chamber like this if he had his way, he would go down fighting a great demon or dragon. Before that, though, he planned on making his name something of myth and legend. Those of the future generations will know who Jaraxle was! "Keep calm Angel, it's nothing more than your mind playing tricks on you." He says, looking over his shoulder at her. Even so, he knew that these places weren't entirely sage. Necromancers often visted fould dwellings such as these, and then there were the undead. ~~ "I do not fear anything that would dare attack me here," she replied hastily, a hint of indignance filling her voice. "Anyways, I can't die here and now. I've not fulfilled my life goals." A grin slid across her lips and she chuckled quietly to herself. Her mind wandered back into her past, exploring the people and places she'd once known. When she reached the time of her meeting Jaraxle, her mind snapped back to the present and she looked over at him. Beyond him, she glimpsed something that looked to be a low, iron fence. Pointing in that direction, she turned Kael onto a connecting path with a soft pull on his face with her palm. "There's an exit. Let's hope it leads us to a city. By the way... Did you bring a map?" ~~ Turning towards the fence, Jaraxle continues to blink his eyes rapidly trying to adjust them to the light of the surface world. Sighing, he reaches into one of his belt pouches and produces a pair of goggles with tinted glass. Raising them up he places them over his eyes and slides the leather strap over his head, reaching back to tighten the leather with a bead. "I hate wearing these, they just remind me that even with all my great skills I have one weakness." Scowling he looks around, able to see much better. Atleast this way he knew he wouldn't get a headache. With a chuckle he adds, "Besides, they just are not fashionable." ~~ She looked to Jaraxle, examining his new head accessory. She grinned. "You can say that again." Laughing quietly to herself, she turned back to watch the path ahead of them. There was a sort of eerie silence that surrounded this place, sending shivers up and down Angel's spine. Keeping her face expressionless now, she ventured ever forward. She led Kael out the gate and looked both ways. The fog was beginning to clear up outside the cemetery and she could see what looked like the outline of a town just up the road a little ways. "Only about half a mile to the town. I'd suggest pulling your hood up soon. Never know how the townspeople will react." ~~ "As you command. No doubt the locals will be mortified to find our kind above the surface, that is if they even realize what we are." Pulling his hood up over his head, far enough to block sunlight and peering eyes. "Best to avoid any kind of witch hunt." She may well be his niece, but she was still a female drow and that meant dominance. At times he wondered what it would be like if the males of his race were of equal standing, but he knew it was absurd. The Spider Queen blessed the females. Men were lucky to weild the arcane arts, but they so rarely were given divine abilities. Only the greatest and most influential, which is what Jaraxle planned to make of himself. Following next Angel mounted on her horse, Jaraxle kept a hand tightly wrapped around the handle of his longsword. With the other hand, he kept his cloak from blowing open. They were entering a surface city, this meant that Jaraxle could be forced to protect his love and he would be prepared. "Where do you suppose we should go to find a decent job or adventure?" Jaraxle was talking idly while he scanned the area around them as they walked, wanting to make sure there weren't bandits about waiting in ambush. ~*~ She smiled at the sound of Jaraxle's voice speaking words of submission. It pleased her to be dominant... most of the time. Letting him take control of her could prove to be fun for both of them sometimes. She nodded in agreement to his idea of avoiding any possible witch hunts and pulled her own hood up and over her face. Her eerie red eyes continued to glow slightly from beneath the hood, and she made sure to keep her head ducked down low. "We'll try the pubs. Check out the posters there, see if anything catches our eyes. Or ears. If there's a nice enough tavern with rooms, we can kill two birds with one stone." Her head hung low, but her shoulders were held back in a defiant and proud position. She was above these surface dwelling creatures and although she was no longer fully physically a mistress of the dark, her mentality was still as such. These people were the scum on the bottom of her leather boots. Even Jaraxle, a male drow, was higher to her than these humans and day walking elves. Moving down the main street at a somewhat slow pace for Jaraxle, she eyed the different names of buildings on either side of the street. "The Pig's Head". No. "The Fanciful Unicorn". Dear god, no. "The Green Dragon". That seemed okay. Hopping to the ground, she patted Kael's neck and wrapped the reins loosely around the post in front of the tavern before motioning for Jaraxle to follow her inside the tavern.
	Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me...


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