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Killing Spree · 05-02-2002, 07:52 PM

Tril'orbb
Drow City Of Jess Che'el, House Of Kor'inth
~Lac'Nala led you through the oblivious streets of Jess Che'el. Oblong glances were fleeting, the priestess seemingly wanted to get you to your destination quickly. Among the things you saw in passing were enslaved gnolls on cruel chains, serious and grim looking mages taking console in front of a tall tower, and a tavern with drunken drow jeering in the window. Lac'Nala kept walking. At length the two of you made it to the direct heart of the city, to a several story gray building. The place was cold on the outside, draped with spiderwebs. Lac'Nala grinned.~ "The House of Kor'inth." ~She then held the door ajar, gesturing for you to hurry inside.~

~The 'lobby' of the building held little more than chairs and doors. One drow male, apparently a well-versed fighter, sat behind a desk. He looked up at you and one of his eyebrows raised. He looked at Lac'Nala, his red eyes critical.~ "Please don't tell me you spent our money on him Lac'Nala! I told you, if you desired such company I-..." ~He was interrupted sharply by the priestess.~ "Silence Qee'lak! I've little patience for your words today! He needs to be enrolled quickly to satisfy the Matron. Sloth will lead to bloody backs for us all; so make haste you damned fool!" ~Qee'lak nodded his head grimly, retrieving some papers and a quill from the desk drawer.~ "So who's the bastard anyway?" ~Lac'Nala fumed.~ "It's no concern of yours! Do you question the Matron?!" ~Qee'lak shook his head quickly.~ "No priestess!" ~Lac'Nala sighed and focused one eye on you.~ "You could learn a lot from this bastard, Qee'lak. He's quick and quiet." ~Qee'lak chuckled under his breath.~ "Useful when you're sneaking him into your bed... Eh Lac'Nala? That last one was rather loud." ~The priestess smirked.~ "Oh yes Qee'lak. Almost as loud as you'll scream tonight when you're on my rack!" ~Qee'lak winced.~ "Yes Mistress I'll report for my beatings." ~He shifted the paper on the desk towards you, offering the black quill.~ "Sign right there on the line please."

Murdock
City Of Talever, His Home
~You looked around the room. Empty bottles were strewn carelessly across the floor. You felt like puking, and looked longingly towards the bathroom door, but couldn't bring yourself to your feet. Suddenly you heard a loud commotion on the street below, and felt a slight rumbling echoing up through the floor. You peered out the window to see what was going on. There you saw a familiar beast, you recognized it as Mithia's wild stallion, Ruinem. The horse was rearing and overall making a fuss, people on the streets were taking confused notice. You saw that the horse was fully tacked, out of typical Elvish fashion, and there was something foreign tied around the saddle horn. You rushed down to see what it was. Ruinem finally calmed as you stepped closer, standing tall still and proud. The thing was proved to be a cloth of some sort, and elegant writing was scrawled across it.~

Murdock,
A map that once belonged to Celebring is tucked beneath Ruinem's cavesson. It will lead you to your destination. I fear your destiny is not interwoven with mine, and so I shall step aside. Take these things and don't look back.
Sincerely,
Mithia Uialom
p.s. (the p.s. is scratched out furiously, and you cannot read it. The only legible part is the word 'hold' near the very beginning.)

~Ruinem now tossed his head. Tucked beneath his noseband was the map mentioned in the note.~

Skye
Castle Grella, Lucky Lance Tavern
(ooc: The orthadontist stole my soul! This morning my mouth hurt so bad... I REFUSED A POP-TART!)
~Toby chuckled.~ "Hee hee... Me likes to play. But it too dark for hide n' seek. Wes'd get lost." ~You felt Toby shiver again as you buried your face in his chest.~ "Oh... Das not da game ya wanted ta play huh? Heh heh... Toby likes that game too... He's perdy good at it." ~He sighed, nuzzling your hair.~ "But Toby kinda reluc-tant... Cuz after da game's over he always gets hit. Gots a chair thrown at me unce." ~He smiled.~ "So mesinks I should get a lawyer afore playin' ney more. Whaddya sink perdyness?"
(ooc: "Toby likes that game too..." ROFLMAO! Now that's a quote!)

[ 05-02-2002, 07:53 PM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]

05-02-2002, 07:52 PM	#126
Killing Spree Mephistopheles Join Date: July 11, 2001 Location: The Ashes Age: 37 Posts: 1,427	Tril'orbb Drow City Of Jess Che'el, House Of Kor'inth ~Lac'Nala led you through the oblivious streets of Jess Che'el. Oblong glances were fleeting, the priestess seemingly wanted to get you to your destination quickly. Among the things you saw in passing were enslaved gnolls on cruel chains, serious and grim looking mages taking console in front of a tall tower, and a tavern with drunken drow jeering in the window. Lac'Nala kept walking. At length the two of you made it to the direct heart of the city, to a several story gray building. The place was cold on the outside, draped with spiderwebs. Lac'Nala grinned.~ "The House of Kor'inth." ~She then held the door ajar, gesturing for you to hurry inside.~ ~The 'lobby' of the building held little more than chairs and doors. One drow male, apparently a well-versed fighter, sat behind a desk. He looked up at you and one of his eyebrows raised. He looked at Lac'Nala, his red eyes critical.~ "Please don't tell me you spent our money on him Lac'Nala! I told you, if you desired such company I-..." ~He was interrupted sharply by the priestess.~ "Silence Qee'lak! I've little patience for your words today! He needs to be enrolled quickly to satisfy the Matron. Sloth will lead to bloody backs for us all; so make haste you damned fool!" ~Qee'lak nodded his head grimly, retrieving some papers and a quill from the desk drawer.~ "So who's the bastard anyway?" ~Lac'Nala fumed.~ "It's no concern of yours! Do you question the Matron?!" ~Qee'lak shook his head quickly.~ "No priestess!" ~Lac'Nala sighed and focused one eye on you.~ "You could learn a lot from this bastard, Qee'lak. He's quick and quiet." ~Qee'lak chuckled under his breath.~ "Useful when you're sneaking him into your bed... Eh Lac'Nala? That last one was rather loud." ~The priestess smirked.~ "Oh yes Qee'lak. Almost as loud as you'll scream tonight when you're on my rack!" ~Qee'lak winced.~ "Yes Mistress I'll report for my beatings." ~He shifted the paper on the desk towards you, offering the black quill.~ "Sign right there on the line please." Murdock City Of Talever, His Home ~You looked around the room. Empty bottles were strewn carelessly across the floor. You felt like puking, and looked longingly towards the bathroom door, but couldn't bring yourself to your feet. Suddenly you heard a loud commotion on the street below, and felt a slight rumbling echoing up through the floor. You peered out the window to see what was going on. There you saw a familiar beast, you recognized it as Mithia's wild stallion, Ruinem. The horse was rearing and overall making a fuss, people on the streets were taking confused notice. You saw that the horse was fully tacked, out of typical Elvish fashion, and there was something foreign tied around the saddle horn. You rushed down to see what it was. Ruinem finally calmed as you stepped closer, standing tall still and proud. The thing was proved to be a cloth of some sort, and elegant writing was scrawled across it.~ Murdock, A map that once belonged to Celebring is tucked beneath Ruinem's cavesson. It will lead you to your destination. I fear your destiny is not interwoven with mine, and so I shall step aside. Take these things and don't look back. Sincerely, Mithia Uialom p.s. (the p.s. is scratched out furiously, and you cannot read it. The only legible part is the word 'hold' near the very beginning.) ~Ruinem now tossed his head. Tucked beneath his noseband was the map mentioned in the note.~ Skye Castle Grella, Lucky Lance Tavern (ooc: The orthadontist stole my soul! This morning my mouth hurt so bad... I REFUSED A POP-TART!) ~Toby chuckled.~ "Hee hee... Me likes to play. But it too dark for hide n' seek. Wes'd get lost." ~You felt Toby shiver again as you buried your face in his chest.~ "Oh... Das not da game ya wanted ta play huh? Heh heh... Toby likes that game too... He's perdy good at it." ~He sighed, nuzzling your hair.~ "But Toby kinda reluc-tant... Cuz after da game's over he always gets hit. Gots a chair thrown at me unce." ~He smiled.~ "So mesinks I should get a lawyer afore playin' ney more. Whaddya sink perdyness?" (ooc: "Toby likes that game too..." ROFLMAO! Now that's a quote!) [ 05-02-2002, 07:53 PM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]