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Old 10-09-2003, 09:58 AM   #295
Calaethis Dragonsbane
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Join Date: May 29, 2002
Location: Somewhere in between
Age: 40
Posts: 7,029
OOC: All right folks, am DMing for a while. Enjoy...

The party broke through the trees... what they saw, startled them. They were surrounded. Figures dressed in black all around. They were masked; and garbed like the drow assassins at the twin's castle, though Gus nor Ivan knew what they were. Despite the fact the assassin's had encountered Gus; he did not know what they were. There were at least fifty if not more of them... they were outnumbered at least five to one, maybe even six to one; but this was not the most disturbing sight; in front of the party stood a mighty black dragon. Taller then either of the young half dragons in draconic form, it sneered at the party. Beside the great beast was a drow priestess; again garbed in black, but unlike the others, unmasked. Her bodyguard of five were all males, and didn't quite look drow. They looked... like half fiends, or tieflings, and wings sprouted from their backs. All of the figures in black held longswords, and handheld crossbows. It should be pointed out that none save Arlyth, Alae and Alaerth knew they were drow...

"Lay down your weapons!" thundered one of the priestess's guard. "Do it, or your father dies, Alaerth Dragonsflame!". The priestess guestured, and an image formed. Avalon was surrounded by fifteen drow; all of them armed with heavy crossbows. He was bound, and several bolts had been shot into him. "Dragon paralysis. Do as your commanded, or die. You will not reply, Alaerth; your sister shall. If you say a single word, you will be shot. We do not deal with male scum, such as yourself. Even you sister is not worthy, yet she is far better then you, lowly male. The gnome and void genasi should leave. This is not your fight. If you remain, you will be executed. Leave now, and we shall allow you to go unharmed. Your brat," the lead bodyguard said, looking at Alae, refering to Arlyth, "Stays. He is to throw down his weapons too. Cousin, he is to you. Surrender now." The dragon and the priestess so far had said nothing. The crossbows were leveled at them... all of them. Posioned bolts, no doubt judging by their green and purple gleams on the bolt head...

Arlyth's grip on his saddle tightened, his knuckles turning white. Silently, he whispered to Alae, "What is your command...?" he was trembling with rage.
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