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Faldorn sat in the grove, her legs crossed, deep in a trance. The water lapped around her, as she was about waist-deep in it. Here, the elements converged. The water around her, the air she breathed, the earth that made up the cavern, and the fires that kept it warm. Here, in her grove... *her* grove.. she was granted a vision.
"The zealousness of the soldiers of Amn will be their doom... You are not an Amnish citizen. Do not allow yourself to be bullied."
She opened her eyes, feeling refreshed. She didn't know what the vision meant, but she did know that the only part of Athkatla she would be in tomorrow would be the Government District. She set out immediately.
"Could it have been this encounter with the fanatics who wanted to burn the drow? No, they were not soldiers of Amn...." Her thoughts were disrupted by a small man, a gnome. They spoke for a while, until they were... interrupted. This man was incredibly rude to her, when she wasn't even a citizen of this barbaric city. She refused to cooperate, and he threatened her: Cooperate or die.
She bowed her head, in a surrendering gesture... and spat on his boot.
Immediately she was swarmed with soldiers and wizards... The soldiers, she could handle easily. The wizards would have to wait. She ran, and they gave pursuit.
She came to an estate. The butler came to greet her and she shoved him out of the way, and summoned a fire elemental... then another one. She then stepped outside to lure them, one by one, to their doom.
Half an hour later, they all lay dying at her feet. She leant over each and every one of them, her wild chestnut hair tickling their faces, and took great pleasure in giving them a last message before killing them:
"Don't mess with nature, or it'll mess with you."
The balance, which had leant towards Law, had shifted back with her chaotic actions. People would think less of her, but she didn't give a damn what they thought.
She, Faldorn, took orders from herself and nature.
Nobody else.
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Having almost exclusively played good characters, I took great pleasure at telling Trax to go... To go committ a physically impossible sexual act to himself and being justified in this. It was quite profitable and ridiculously easy to slaughter the Centurions... The elementals were immune to their weapons.. and when I rested, the wizards disappeared.
The great thing is, when luring them to the Jyssev Estate, an Amnish Soldier actually attacked a Centurion. I was quite amused.
That was fun.
Until next time,
Faldorn The Great Druid
[ 01-18-2004, 05:15 PM: Message edited by: Illumina Drathiran'ar ]
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