Post by Rane on Aug 9, 2016 13:06:15 GMT -5
It had been days since the elven monk had entered the underdark. On his first day he had come upon a drow war party. He slowly crept around them in darkness, hiding his body heat with mud. He crept up behind one of the warriors as they moved in their patrol and silenced him forevor. The drow's body was dumped in a tiny stream that dumped off into an underdround river.
The monk quickly picked his way back to the war party and set his sights to a beautiful Priestess of the bitch queen. She was furious at the males for allowing one to go missing. It was apparant to Angavel that they still hadn't figured out that their comrade had been killed. The drow party came to a small ruined city and made camp. Angavel watched as the Priestess screamed at the males and whipped them around the camp. He calmly and silently watched for several hours as they took turns sleeping. He could just make out what the males where talking about as the priestess took her turn. They where trying to decide whether they should kill her in her sleep.
Finally she woke, and she moved off to the side of the camp toward the stream that Angavel had dumped the body of one of her warriors into. She sat on a hard mushroom by the stream and began to remove bits of her armor. Angavel stopped a moment to view her. Despite her ruthlessness she displayed in the camp, she was beautiful. Her hair flowed to her waist and was a stark white against the darkness of the underdark. Tattoos caught the small amounts of light that glowed from her mace and glittered across her form. She was the perfect mixture of beauty, and death. In another life Angavel might have tried to tame her. *He smiled at that thought, and continued to smile even as he slipped up behind her*
She let out a gasp as she approached the stream, she could see her fallen comrade just beneath the surface of the water, his face still had a look of horror upon it. Before the priestess could yell out, Angavel slipped up behind her naked form and placed a hand over her mouth. She struggled but to no avail and looked up into Angavel's smiling face. His eyes glowed a fierce red now... Angavel's smile turned to a snarl as he felt the bones in her necks begin to crack. He looked behind him at the slight footfall of drow warriors closing in.
The priestess's lifeless form fell at his feet as he turned to meet the drow warriors head on. His shirtless form covered in mud, eyes glowing.. was an uncommon sight to these warriors. With the speed of a horse at full gallop, Angavel sprinted to the nearest drow to his left and impaled him with his own blade. The others ran...
"Dwarf!" Angavel yelled, the noise bouncing for miles down every cavern in the underdark...
"It is time we talked!"
Feel free to include yourselves into this underdark story at any point! Angavel will be in the underdark a lot in game as well!!!!
The monk quickly picked his way back to the war party and set his sights to a beautiful Priestess of the bitch queen. She was furious at the males for allowing one to go missing. It was apparant to Angavel that they still hadn't figured out that their comrade had been killed. The drow party came to a small ruined city and made camp. Angavel watched as the Priestess screamed at the males and whipped them around the camp. He calmly and silently watched for several hours as they took turns sleeping. He could just make out what the males where talking about as the priestess took her turn. They where trying to decide whether they should kill her in her sleep.
Finally she woke, and she moved off to the side of the camp toward the stream that Angavel had dumped the body of one of her warriors into. She sat on a hard mushroom by the stream and began to remove bits of her armor. Angavel stopped a moment to view her. Despite her ruthlessness she displayed in the camp, she was beautiful. Her hair flowed to her waist and was a stark white against the darkness of the underdark. Tattoos caught the small amounts of light that glowed from her mace and glittered across her form. She was the perfect mixture of beauty, and death. In another life Angavel might have tried to tame her. *He smiled at that thought, and continued to smile even as he slipped up behind her*
She let out a gasp as she approached the stream, she could see her fallen comrade just beneath the surface of the water, his face still had a look of horror upon it. Before the priestess could yell out, Angavel slipped up behind her naked form and placed a hand over her mouth. She struggled but to no avail and looked up into Angavel's smiling face. His eyes glowed a fierce red now... Angavel's smile turned to a snarl as he felt the bones in her necks begin to crack. He looked behind him at the slight footfall of drow warriors closing in.
The priestess's lifeless form fell at his feet as he turned to meet the drow warriors head on. His shirtless form covered in mud, eyes glowing.. was an uncommon sight to these warriors. With the speed of a horse at full gallop, Angavel sprinted to the nearest drow to his left and impaled him with his own blade. The others ran...
"Dwarf!" Angavel yelled, the noise bouncing for miles down every cavern in the underdark...
"It is time we talked!"
Feel free to include yourselves into this underdark story at any point! Angavel will be in the underdark a lot in game as well!!!!