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"Good, finally ssssome co-operation.." hissed the Yuan-ti evilly. It grinned wickedly "Nows you tells ussss how to bypasss them..." it hissed again, it's eyes gleaming.
A pause.
The Yuan-ti hissed disgruntled. "It sssseemsss that you are wanted, Alassss we sssshall continue thisss later, Alae..." it hissed.
Guards came to take her away, and everything went black, leaving Alaerth staring at the drow dragging his sister away, and the Yuan-ti idly toying with a rod.
Alae awoke in a bed. It was a large four poster, and she was dressed in a nightgown and knickers. It was dark; and her head hurt. She didn't feel like she'd been harmed, and the darkness didn't tell her what time it was. There felt... like there was a presence in the room... something evil, yet familiar... she wasn't sure what.
~~~Meanwhile...~~~
Arlyth was still sat in the priestess's lap. What she had told him made him frown. Though she might of been lying, something within him told him she was not. They had located his father's old sword; Tagnik'zurjess. She had told him they had tried to retrive it, but it had slain all who had touched it. Then they had a child try to pick it up; an innocent, but the sword didn't strike the child down, and instead teleported it somewhere. This annoyed the drow greatly, and the priestess had been instructed to find one of Calaethis's blood to retrive the sword. She had smiled at Arlyth; told him he would be treated well and had no need to worry, for he would not be used to attack his cousins, or the surface; only they wanted the sword out of the way. Arlyth at which point had flatly refused to aid the drow in any way whatsoever, and the priestess's reaction had startled the young elf. Rather then threaten to kill his cousin, she simply turned him across her knee, downed his breeches, and spanked him. Hard. So hard in fact, Arlyth found himself sobbing by the end of it, and the skin had started to bruise. He hadn't cried in years and the priestess didn't appear content until he was howling like an infant. Arlyth wondered if she'd done something to his head to make him more childlike... he found himself acting differently from normal. After a long, long twenty minuets, the priestess had finally stopped, and pulled up his breeces and him into her lap and hugged him tightly and read him a stern lecture. Arlyth found himself snuggling up to her happy she wasn't angry with him anymore. The drow has kissed his forehead, and asked for an apology; something that Arlyth gladly gave. She told him she would treat him as any elven mother would, and demanded the same respect and obidence he'd show to any elf; he was a child and would be treated like one. Arlyth found himself content with that, as he sobbed in her warm embrace. She healed him, and continued to tell him of the past, Arlyth listening intently...
Edit: included more - specifically whats happening to Arlyth at the moment.
[ 10-12-2003, 10:08 PM: Message edited by: Calaethis Dragonsbane ]
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