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Kynnen ??/85
The door opened to reveal a rather comical and most rare sight. A Drow, his dark skin clad in armor of an even darker visage, stood and looked at the sun. The Great Darkness was safe in it's Cage, but his bag and a few other meaningless fabrics have been torn. Which leads us to why the sight is comical. Having no serviceable container to carry his larger items, he had to use his hands. In his left hand, he held the head of the dead mage by it's hair. In his right hand, he held the skull of a dead warrior. One that talked from time to tme. And did so now. "Ah... the sun!" the skull let out in an empty skeletal wisp that somehow still conveyed the emotions of rapture. "Agh... the sun." the Drow let out in a disgusted drow tone that flawlessly conveyed the emotions of hatred.
At first, the idea to bring a skull along out seemed preposterous to him. The fool willingly risked it's life... unlife for the life of another, and deserved no more that to be taken advantage of. And so, Kynnen laughed in his face, and proceeded to walk out, back towards the wretched light of day. And then, for no apparent reason other than the twisted sense of honour the drow possesed, he came back, picked up the skull, careful not to expose himself to any bites of opportunity, and continued out. After all, what is a harmless talking skull of a warrior compared to the talking head of a powerful wizard. Thankfully, the head of Andrion has been silent so far.
[ 11-05-2005, 08:25 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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