Dark, Elegant, Deadly : Life in the Underdark

Posts : 440 Join date : 2009-09-18 Age : 37

A year and day, to a drow it is a blink of an eye but when you have to spend it surviving in the wilds of the underdark it becomes much longer. Of the twenty of you that started this trail only you six remain. Growing up in the House you were trained and taught many basic thing, the foundation that allowed you to make it through the hardships of the past twelve months.
For all of you the last people from the House you saw was your wean mother and her sword and shield. From the time you were all born, save those born to the clerics of the House, these two have been the constant in your lives. They have overseen your education and training in all aspects of your House from teaching you the history of your House, to how your House earnes its money. They were always there watching and instructing you.
Then the day came when you all woke up not in your beds in the large common rooms that you all shared but on hard, cold stone. As you all looked about you, you found them sitting astride some of the lizard mounts the House was know for. At the feet of their mounts were twenty bags, one for each of group that had a weeks worth of rations and the most basic of gear. You were all told you were no longer members of the House and to regain membership you had to survive the year and a day. It didn't matter how you went about it only that you find a way. With that parting message your wean mother opened a portal back to the House and she followed by her sword and shield rode their mounts back through and were gone.
In the wilds of the Underdark there is no way to mark the passing of time so one day blurred and bled into the other. The one driving force that kept you all moving was survival. You all watched as cousins and siblings died or became lost. For some time it was the only way you could all measure the passage of time, when it was marked by the death or loss of another member of the group till in the end there were only six left.
This morning is different, you all feel that some how this day is very different. As the day passes and you all find another place to make camp the tingle of magic dances across your skins. A line of purple light forms in the air and begins to widen. As it opens you see on the other side your wean mother and her sword and shield. Her orange eyes look over what remains of before nodding, "Come along, we need to get you all cleaned up before you are presented to the your parents and then to the Matron Mother.", she says in way of greeting. She turns her mount around and heads off. As you all blink and eventually follow her, passing through the open portal you find your selves back in the training area of the soldiers of the House.
You all fall in line and as the last walks through the portal it closes and the wean mothers sword and shield brings up the rear. You follow her through the main entrance doors of the House. It feels strange to be back after so long in the wild but you begin to recognize different hallways as you follow. After some time you are brought two doors. she indicates one room is for girls to use to clean up and the other is for the boys. Inside each room is a large bathing area to soap down and get cleaned up. Two sets of clean new clothes are set before you. One is in the colors and emblem of the House and the other is in the colors of the Church of Lolth with her symbol. The servants wait for you to pick the set you wish before leaving you alone to wash up.

Sabmice Xunaun'ryna When left out in the underdark seemed to keep his smiling personality forward but the worry in his eyes showed through. Over time the worry diminished to be replaced by his need to survive, he did not seem surprised that they were left out and never once blamed the actions of those that left them out in the wilderness. He mourned the loss of his relatives for moments visibly before becoming his normal self.
When they are retrieved he seemed a bit in disbelief that he survived and spent some time counting on his fingers how long he thought they were out there. He drops his counting to follow not willing to be left in the wilderness by him self.

He quickly picks up the outfit of his house colors as he seems to complete taking the Lolth clothing just as an idle thought but he knows better then to take any thing but the house colors. "Hmm purple and silver do look so well on me. But I do like bright colors. Hahah." He laughs light heartedly as he takes the house colors and moves off with his typical swagger. He ducks into an out clove and strips out of all of his old clothing, and discards them off to the side. With his cloak he rolls it up and places the clean clothing on top of it, taking his time with disrobing since he only has the use of one hand to aid him. He cleans as he vigorously as he can and takes time to fluff him self and look as presentable as he can. He grooms and preens him self to the best he can after redressing in the clean clothing and has his normal half cloak on even with him attempting to clean some of the filth that has gathered on it despite his care to keep it clean in the wilderness. He seems to separate from people so he can clean and tend to his looks taking a long time due to the missing limb that he seems to wave off as a challenge. Also with this being the first time he has had to be alone from the others he takes it to relish the ability to relax a bit.

Kron'Amaloyss through the entire ordeal was the calmest with his sister about. When she wasn’t there he was panicking as he searched to locate her, he would never travel far from the group since he would come back to plead with those he can to help find him before leaving again. When he came back from his ordeals he would not leave her side unless she threatened to beat him if he did not obey her. Other then his panic he seemed to listen to any other females there if they forced their will or even asked him to do something. He seemed quite lost with out some female to order him about and indifferent to the males.
His entire opinion of being placed in the Underdark has not been revealed to those of the group since he lacks any personality to speak of since it all seems to be dominated by his sister and how he was raised. Though the only hints of having a shadow of a personality is when ever he came back from being turned into a slave which was quickly subdued with his sister being about.
On the day they are taken back he was startled by someone from the house showing up before he places him self between his sister and the woman. He only complied in moving when his sister touched his shoulder to let him know it is ok to follow.
When he is being lead through the hallways the only thing on his mind is to protect his sister before he seems greatly bothered that he is being separated from his sister of which his life is dedicated to. He looks after his sister as he makes him self the last to go into the male’s section. He silently watches were Sabmice goes before looking at his choices of clothing. He reaches for the lolth colored clothing before stopping for a few moments before taking the clothing hesitantly. The briefest thoughts of what the driders did to him stopped him from taking lolth’s colors as memories of what they did to him surface. Quickly thoughts of what would happen to him makes the bad memories recede to hasten his hand to take the bundle he was reaching for originally.
He silently heads away from every once else and strips down before cleaning him self. He keeps his eyes on every one as he cleans him self off thoroughly before leaving to change into the clothing. He leaves swiftly to wait for his sister outside the female’s door, like an obedient hunting animal. He digs his heels in if a male tells him to leave but if a female tells him to leave he moves slowly as he looks back at the door before heading where they point him.

Briz'Erthe blinks in surprise at someone from the house appearing before the group in the Underdark, as they are taken back to the house Briz motions for her faithful brother to stay close to her at all times. While they were being lead through the hallways, Briz seemed pleased that she would be able to sleep in a real bed and eat better food than what she had in the Underdark for a year.

When told she and her brother have to seperate, she makes a face but motions him off anyway. She takes the lolth colored clothing without question and heads into the female bathing area, once again she seems quite pleased, this time about having a real bath for her to wash up in. She sets down the clean cloths the strips off her old ones to set them aside before getting in the bath and starts to clean up. She tends to take her time to make sure she is fully clean and to enjoy nice bath. Once she was done bathing, Briz changes into the new clothing and leaves the female area to find her brother whom she pets softly then smirks.

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Yas'Er-raen orange eyes narrow at the face Briz'Erthe makes and steps into her path to the bathing room.
"As an acknowledged adult are you challenging me to walk the sand? If not get in there and clean up, we do not want to keep the Matron waiting." she says as she turns to see if any of the other wish to give her any trouble. If no one else gives her any trouble she steps aside and pulls out a number of leafs of paper and begins to go over them, folding up some and tucking them away into her crimson robs and keeping others to read.

Posts : 289 Join date : 2009-10-24 Location : Mar Sara

Ali remembers her time in the Underdark.
It was a respite from here. She can laugh here, she can cry and want and play, but here is the heart of darkness. In these halls, Drow walk, and where Drow walk dark deeds are done.
Cannonball!
Water rushes about Ali, and she slowly floats up sputtering and laughing.
She is back in home.

After a bit, Ali will gather her things and puts on the house robes. She doesn't touch the church robes, she doesn't burn them or all the fun things she imagined doing over the 12 months she has been free.
Simple neglect is a wondrous, sure choice.
All around her people bicker and argue, and she can't help but smile and bounce about.
Drow can't learn like slaves can. They always have to ask why and what's in it for me.
She waves to a duerger slave, watching his confusion with glee before flipping around. He knows where he is. Just like me.
We are cage mates, those slaves and I, I just came back.
I still have some time behind these bars, as my time is not up.
Ali begins to sing the songs of the dark, the wisps of memories filling the baths.
She sings of boundless caverns and no fetters. She sings of brutal lives in glorious fire, and slumbering beasts that dream in the dark.
Ali sings in the baths, in her rolling squeals and reverberating laughter.
And some day, just maybe, others with sing with her to.

Shriune took a defensive stance when they were picked up to go back home. Relizing it was just people from home to get them he stood his full height and followed the wean mother through the portal or what ever it was home.

As they were lead through the house to the rooms to use to clean up in. as he got in he grabbed the cloths that were in the colors of the house and then left to get clean wanting to be able to present himself as the best Ranger that the Matron Mother has ever seen. Once he was ready he stepped out of the room and when he spotted a servant he made sure that his troglodyte slave and Hunting Worg had been placed where they were suppose to be and easy to get to if he needed them to be near by. Once that was taken care of he when to the room that him and the others were to wait in before they saw the Matron Mother.

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Zebeygin'riia-nol, the only daughter of the 1st daughter of the Matron was your typical arrogant Drow child. She was very sure of here place but upon her return from the year and a day in the Underdark she had changed. More than the foot or so in height that she grew but her attitude was completely different. Before she was quiet and arrogantly demure, always playing the angles. Now she appears wild, almost uncomfortable when entering the portal back to the city. She slides through last with a longing look at the wilds as the portal closes. As soon as it does though the wistful expression disappears and is replaced by a confident smirk as she sees all the puny Drow scurrying around her. She saunters into the changing room and sees the piles of clothes. She grabs the house colors and throws them over her armor. Lastly tearing the sleeve off to show off her marked arm. She then leaves the room to join the rest to await the matron mother.

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As each of you come out of the bathing rooms you see your wean mother passing back and forth still reading some papers. At some point a small red imp has shown up with a quill and ink pot for her use. Her robes are black with a sleeveless crimson tunic over it. The tunic is held closed with a deep purple sash with silver thread detail. In the middle of the sash on the front is the crystal emblem of the house.

As Kron'Amaloyss comes out of the bathing room the wean mother turns on him. He gets the feeling of a lizard at market. She looks Kron'Amaloyss over from head to toe, tweaking his deep purple robes this way and that till she is satisfied it is sitting just right. She snorts at the sight of his hair and rakes her fingers through it a few times till it hangs flat and is tangle free. Once satisfied she nods and motions for him to stand over to the side. She pulls out one of the papers and begins to write on it, looking up at Kron'Amaloyss from time to time.

As Briz'Erthe exits the bathing area the look the wean mother gives her is ice cold. She snaps her fingers and points for her to stand two feet to the left of her brother and begins to look her over. Whether she truly finds fault with Briz'Erthe appearance is unclear but she does twitch her purple robes this way and that and yanks her hair from the top of her head back into a small ponytail before brushing it out with her fingers not bothering to be gentle about it. once the ponytail lays flat she runs her fingers through the rest of Briz'Erthe lose hair to make sure it too is tangle free. She nods to herself again and shuffles through the papers and pulls out one and begins to take notes on it.

Yas'Er-raen looks at the door leading to the females bathing room and opens it just a bit before stepping back as a small wave of bath water rushes out. She shakes her head and sighs as she begins to look through the papers again. She looks up from the paper as the rolling, twirling laughter filters through the door. When Avi-lorla Isuch finally comes bouncing out of the door the wean mother has to eventually take her by the shoulders and move her to stand next to her two cousins. Even with her standing still she still seems to bounce and the wean mother eventually puts her hand on Avi-lorla Isuch's head to keep her from bouncing in place long enough to look her over. After a few futile moments the wean mother is as happy as she going to be with Avi-lorla Isuch's appearance and leaves her standing next to her cousins and waits for the rest to finish bathing.

Shriune is able to talk to the servant due to the fact the wean mother is dealing with his eternally happy cousin Avi-lorla Isuch. Once the wean mother is done with her though she turns her attention on Shriune and motions him to stand two feet to the left of Avi-lorla Isuch. She looks him over and again does minor tweaks to his clothes as well as combing out his hair with her fingers to ensure it is tangle free.

With Sabmice Xunaun'ryna and Zebeygin'riia-nol the wean mother covers her face with her hand and every one can hear the deep breath she takes. Her sword and shield chuckles and she turns a cold glare on him that only causes him to burst into laughter. She turns back to the two young Drow and finally decides on what to do.
"Go get me a pinch of cleaning sand, a bar of soap and a brush." she snaps at her imp as she looks over the last two.

After looking between them she settles on dealing with Sabmice Xunaun'ryna first. The looks she gives him makes his smile wilt a little as he realized she is glaring at his side cloak. She wrinkles her nose at the smell coming off it doesn't even dare to touch it as she is certain it hasn't been washed at all. She looks him over avoiding the cloak and eventually settles on combing out his hair with her hands a scowl on her face showing from the smell of the cloak.

Once the imp returns the wean mother steps back and looks at both Sabmice Xunaun'ryna and Zebeygin'riia-nol. Her eyes close to slits as she begins the incantation. The three items glow before floating out of her hands. The bar of soap breaks apart into a fine powder that swirls about Zebeygin'riia-nol cleaning the girl since she had abstained from doing it herself. The cleaning sand splits into two clouds that attack the armor that Zebeygin'riia-nol is still wearing under her new clean clothes and Sabmice Xunaun'ryna side cloak. Once the clouds dissipates the armor and cloak are both clean. The hair brush then proceed to attack Zebeygin'riia-nol hair trying to brush it out and get it to lay flat. After five minuets all the enchanted brush has succeed in doing is getting its self thoroughly tangled in her hair and the wean mother is forced to free it by hand then free her own hand as it to gets tangled in the wild mane. There is little the wean mother can do to the clothes to make them hang well with the armor being worn under them so she settles on sewing the ragged end of the sleeve Zebeygin'riia-nol tore off before turning her gaze to the group as a whole. Once satisfied they are as presentable as she can make them she pulls out the last sheets of papers and writes a few more lines before nodding and turning back to the group.

"You will all line up one after the other in the order I tell you. Zebeygin'riia-nol, Avi-lorla Isuch, Sabmice Xunaun'ryna, Briz'Erthe and Kron'Amaloyss and Shriune. Hurry up we are a bit behind." she says as she moves to the front and leads the group from the bathing area, through more hallways and eventually to two large doors.

Two large minotaur flank the doors, heavy two handed axes rest next to them. In the light from the fairy fire you all can see the emblem of the house engraved on their breast plate.

"Greeting Lady Yas'Er-raen and Lord Ryl'Shal-virl." the minotaur say with a dip of their heads.

"I have those that survived the trial of adulthood. Now open the doors and let us in." she says getting annoyed at more delays.

They bow and step aside as she moves forward pushing the two doors wide and walking through. She motions for the group to follow. As you walk into the great hall a large table is seen before you and behind it are three large chairs with a simple design and the house emblem carved into the backs. Standing before the three chairs are some of the tallest Drow any of you have every seen. Leaning over the table is a very striking Drow female with two different colored eyes in adamantine armor. To her left stands another female Drow that looks just like her save her armor is made of leather. And to the right stands a hulking beast of a male Drow.

Standing around the rest of the table to either side is a group of six Drow made up of both male and females wearing the House colors and emblems. They speak amongst themselves as they look over what appears to be a map on the table.

"Ahem. Matron Mother I have the those that passed the trial of adulthood." the wean mother says.

The conversation comes to an abrupt end as all eyes turn from the table to the group. The central female Drow that had been leaning over the table stands up to her full height and looks the group over before raising a hand. The wean mother walks forward and hands over the papers she had been writing on earlier. She steps back towards the group once the Matron has the papers. The Matron gives each paper a quick glance before folding them up and tucking them into a pouch on her sword belt.

"Qos'Zarza-nol step forward, your daughter Zebeygin'riia-nol, has passed the trail of adulthood. With this first challenge completed I acknowledge her as one of my House."

"Vor-lav step forward, your daughter Avi-lorla Isuch, has passed the trail of adulthood. With this first challenge completed I acknowledge her as one of my House."

"Url-ul step forward, your son Sabmice Xunaun'ryna, has passed the trail of adulthood. With this first challenge completed I acknowledge him as one of my House."

"Zed'yas step forward, your son Kron'Amaloyss and your daughter Briz'Erthe, have passed the trail of adulthood. With this first challenge completed I acknowledge them as one of my House."

"Leal-brak step forward, your son Shriune, has passed the trail of adulthood. With this first challenge completed I acknowledge him as one of my House."

With each name one of the twelve Drow surrounding the table move forward to stand before each of you. For most of you this is the first time you have ever seen your parent. They each reach into a belt pouch or pocket on their robes and hold out to you a smooth oval shaped, red crystal. In the center of this crystal is what looks like a round doorway with an eye in the center of it, the symbol of your House.

"You have all passed the first trial, and by doing so proven your worth to be acknowledge as part of this House. You are all granted a days rest to settle into your new rooms. Each of your parents has a gift to give you. This is the only things that will be given to you. Everything else from this day on you must earn yourself. The trial you faced has strengthen you and I expect you to bring that strength to aid in the growth of your House." The Matron then signals to someone behind you and you each find there is a servant standing next to you.

"These servants will lead you to your new rooms. The insignia you have will be used to open the door to your new rooms. During this day of rest I advise you to start thinking on who you will approach and ask to be your master. This person will continue your education in your chosen profession. You are all now dismissed."

Without anymore said the servants lead you away and after about ten minutes you arrive at a round twenty foot wide room. It is sparsely furnished but around the sides are a number of doors.

"Young ladies and lords all you need to do is walk past a door and if it is meant for you your insignia will warm in your hand. Your Lady or Lord parent will be by with the gifts for you. Should you need anything there is a bell on the wall here that you can ring and a servant will be by shortly." with that the servants bow and depart leaving you all to find your rooms and spend your day of rest as you wish.

Kron'Amaloyss watches his sister warily as he entered before leaving as he dared not fight another female. When he is groomed by the ween mother he flinches faintly to her harsh grooming as he seems to be readying him self for a more vicious attack each time. Once he is motioned away he moves instantly to the spot she indicated and keeps quiet only responding to his sister’s pat as he snorts ever so slightly. The only time he looks up is when his sister is groomed as he watches with worry in his eyes until his sister is released. He only watches for danger until asked to line up which he does so silently, When his mother is called forward he bows and places him self in the most vulnerable position one can show in formalities as he keeps his eyes to the floor for several seconds and raises him self up as he keeps his eyes off her. He takes the house insignia, careful not to touch his mother as he does so and bows again.
Kron'Amaloyss quietly remains by his sister’s side until asked to leave. As always he keeps quiet and awaits orders as he continues to look out for danger.

Sabmice Xunaun'ryna does let his smile fall a bit as the ween mother's eyes fall to his cloak and his one arm shifts to hold onto the edge of it as her eyes linger on it. He Jerks his head back as she starts attacking his hair before he relaxes. As the soap assaults his cloak he seems to eye what he can of the cloud before seeming satisfied that it is only cleaning. When asked to stand next to his spiderling cousin he shifts so he is favoring the leg closer to Avi-lorla Isuch. When those adults step forward he starts to make kissy face and winks at a few of his Aunts before snapping his attention to his parent.
He looks at his father curiously before taking the offered gift as he inclines his head towards his father as he smiles brightly. He works to get the pendent on his cloak with some difficulty before standing quite proudly. He seems proud of him self even though he breaks his eye contact to look about as if looking for someone or some people.
He follows the minotaurs to the rooms and locates his own once the pendent warms he touches the door that it warmed to and enters, closing the door behind him. He looks about before hiding the leaflets he has in the most secure place he can in his room. He leaves quickly as he winks a Kron'Amaloyss and addresses the male as he gives Briz'Erthe a cold shoulder, "How is my favorite spiderling doing?" He keeps a proper distance from them both as he places his hand on his hip. "Happy to be back at home are you?" He purpiously seems to be addressing the male of the two just to get at reaction out of them.

Briz initially tenses from the ween mother's rough groom but quickly relaxes and gets used to the rough treatment. Once released she signals Kron to stand by her side until the ween mother tells them to line up. She thinks to herself and hides her annoyance that Sab is put in front of her line. She glances at the minotaurs as they approach and soon pass them, a glint of curiosity in her eyes before she looks ahead again.

When her mother's name was called, she was prepared to step forward but stayed in place, a bit shocked that her brother was called forth before her and hid the shock as she was called after him and bowed to her mother upon receiving the house insignia. She stands by her brother as she waits for the rest of the group to be called forward. Upon arriving at the rooms the servants lead them to, she pats her thigh to signal Kron to follow her while she finds her room, she pauses and glares at Sab as he addresses Kron and ignores her. Briz signals for Kron to move Sab aside and follow her. Once she finds her room, Briz enters it and looks around before waving Kron off to look for his own.

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As Sabmice walks around he eventually finds his room and enters. As he enters he finds a ten by ten room. It is very sparse, with only a bed in one corner, a book shelf on the right side of the door and a desk in the opposite side of the bed, all made from sturdy mushroom stock. On the right and left wall of the room are two more door ways that would lead into the rooms on either side, but if Sabmice tries to open them the insignia warms faintly but the doors remain closed.
On the wall over the desk there appears to be an indent in the shape of a window but cold stone is all that greets an touch. When the insignia is moved before it the 'window' clears and he sees a view of the training grounds.

When Briz'Erthe finds the door that causes her insignia to warm and opens it she finds a room that is ten by ten but very different from any room save her brothers when he finds his. Her room is fully decorated. Along the left side of the room there are two bookshelves that flank a door. There are a number of books on the shelves most dealing with the religion of Loth and the most basic of ceremonies that are preformed in her name. On the other wall is a table with an alter to Loth set up on it. In the back left corner of the room is a fine desk and high backed chair, over it another indent in the shape of a windo and when activated Briz'Erthe can see out over the training grounds. Opposite the desk is a very lovely bed with spider silk sheets and thick warm blankets. At the foot of the bed is a large trunk and if it is opened, Briz'Erthe find many fine robes and other clothing for her. The last thing you notice is the large thick, plush carpet that keep her feet from the cold floor.

Kron moves towards Sab to get him to move since he seems to have no wish to actually fight from the distance he is keeping. He keeps him self between his sister and the wizard as anger, for not addressing her first, simmers under his wary expression. He reframes from attacking the wizard since he seems to be more forward in bothering them then before, which seems off. He only inclines his head slightly to catch his sister's waving before waiting for the door to close before he considers leaving her door. He eyes his grinning cousin before turning slightly to leave before looking back at the wizard. He growls out, with a sneer on his face, "What do you want elf?" He narrows his eyes at the wizard seeing him as a quick yet worth while sacrifice for Lolth once his time comes up, even if he is a male.
His fingers close about the stone he was given and he readies to attack the wizard if he starts to cast a spell. Kron plans on following what the matron said and find a trainer by reporting to his mother so she may assign him a proper trainer once his sister is ready to talk to the priestess. He does not wish to travel far from his sister and wishes to keep people a distance from her room if he can.

Sabmice visibly balks at being called an elf as he actually loses his smile for a moment before it returns with with a forced laughed as he catches the implication that the fighter is implying about his siblings and the female that just left. He catches the stance of the fighter and steps back as he examines what he knows of Kron. "We can take our fight to the sands. Me and you. Only daggers as our weapons, and to first blood. I mean what harm can I do to you. Would you agree to that? Or are you afraid of someone with one arm." Sabmice smile falters slightly as he watches the fighter closely. He adds softly as he incorporated the insult flung at him, "Or are you weaker then an elf."

Kron snarls as his lips pull back at being called weak as well as his own insult flung back into his face. His rage flares at being considered below the noble drow race if he does not take the challenge. "Fine elf. I will beat you down at this sands thing, right now. Me and you. Only weapons and our our natural talents." Kron smirks as he knows he can do more damage to the wizard if it is to first blood if it is only their fists so he plans on knocking the dagger out and pinning the wizard down as he just pummels the gimp. It does take longer to bleed from fists then from a dagger and the wizard is weak, there is no way he will win.

Sabmice grins grimly as he hears the insult again before excusing himself as he silently cheers for the fact the fighter said all natural talents. "I will see you down at the sands. I am going to be keeping my cloak here if we are going to fight." With that he enters his room again and removes his cloak and the stone from it. He carefully lays it out on his bed with his other valuables. The only valuable thing he keeps on him is his stone which he clips on the inside of his shirt. He glances out the window as he enjoys the sight or a moment, in case his ploy fails and things go poorly for him self.
So far things are going well for himself. Hell he might as well take the name elf for him just to remind the fighter he is not as valuable as he thinks he is as a drow. Just to insult the lolth follower, an elf beat him. Sabmice rubs his chin and laughs slightly. The fighter did not need to be beaten down any more then he already is. He leaves to head to the sands as he loses himself in thought of complications of this fight. Especially if he ends up losing the fighter because of this, he is valuable just not as he is right now.

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As Sabmice walks away from the common room he starts his wandering of the House as he realizes he doesn't know were the sands are from his new room. He waves over a servant that bows their head and after asking his question offers to lead him there.

"A dispute is being settled there now. If you will follow me Lord." the drow servant says as he leads Sabmice to an area that looks like a small arena.

As Sabmice walks out a wave of heat hits him. He can see down to the next level that is covered in sand, the source of the heat, and two combatants. One is a female drow and on her best plate the symbol of a spider can be seen. She is panting heavily and two lines of crimson blood stand out on her black cheeks in the light of the fair fire. The other is a drow male Sabmice remembers from when he and his cousins had been taught to ride the lizard mounts, the Ride Master.

Looking around he can see a number of other drow watching. Some cheer as the Ride Master seems more inclined to taunt the female as he dance away from her, but a group of females in similar armor seem to be ready to scream as there comrade is losing to a male. After a few more minuets a cheer goes up from the other group as the Ride Master, seeming to tier of this, ends the fight by drawing third blood.

"Ahh I see one of the little Darklings has come to watch me fight." Sabmice hears and as he turns he sees the Ride Master approaching, followed by those that had cheered his victory. He inclines his head a bit as the others of his group bow to Sabmice.
"So what are you doing here? Should you not be resting or seeking out a Master?", despite being from the common house his way of talking and manners are still easy going and informal, even when talking with one of the nobles.

Sabmice smiles at seeing his ride master and returns the bow. "It seems I am here to fight already with one of the spiderlings I traveled with. I wish it was only to watch you. The.." He pauses as he thinks on how to address Kron'Amaloyss, "the beaten lizard of the two decided to drop all formalities he vaguely had to call me an elf." Sabmice's lets the momentary distaste for what he declared show. "I wish he would of learned how to hold his tongue so he wouldn't get caught up in my dispute with his mistress." Sabmice looks down as he looks at his only hand. "I can't even fight at a third of my strength." He grins weakens a bit as his mind reaches for the connection he and his other siblings. He sighs as he glances at the door and then back at the arena as his nerves show a bit. "I will be looking for my master after this if I come out conscious." Sabmice laughs lightly as he flexes his fingers. He will not deny Kron'Amaloyss his strength but knows that Kron is not that smart and is relying heavily on that fact

Kron bares his teeth as Sabmice leaves and he bristles as he turns to leave for the sands before stoping. Realization of having no idea where the sands might be he pauses before looking for looking for a servant and threatening them to find were the sands are. Once getting someone that can explain where they are and can show them he keeps them at hand as he tells knocks on the door to his sister's room, "Briz'Erthe I will be down at the sands fighting I will be back quite quickly. I am sorry for not asking for your permission but the wizard has said i was below an elf. Punish me later. If you want to watch the fight I will wait to escort you there." He quietly waits for his sister to respond as his rage boils under his obedience to his sister. "I will break him for insulting you."

Briz blinks as Kron speaks to her through the door, as she listens she seems to brighten up before grabbing something to write with and some paper. She goes to the door and opens it then writes: "You are fighting the annoying wizard?? I will only punish you if you lose to the whelp." Briz gives him a stern glare as she motions for him to get a servant to lead them to the sands for the fight.

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The duerger servants shifts from foot to foot as he eyes Kron'Amaloyss as best he could with out looking him directly. He gets even more figity when Briz'Erthe appears from her room. The servants eyes keep drifting to their purple and black robes and he seems to visibly shrink when it becomes apparent he has to lead the young Lady and Lord. He waste no time leading them to the sands.
When they get their the servant bows low and waits fro the two young nobles to move through the doorway. As they look around Briz'Erthe and Kron'Amaloyss can see the fighting area is one level down and were they are standing is meant fro observers. They also can see there are a number of Drow about. One group is made up of mostly female Drow who clothes have similar colors and Lothian symbols on them. The other group is made up of male and females and males, there clothing has more of the Houses colors with slight variations indicating they are from one of the minor Houses. Standing among them is a male Drow both Briz'Erthe and Kron'Amaloyss remember, the Ride Master. Standing next to him talking is their cousin Sabmice.
"Ahh I see more of the little Darklings have shown up." the ride Master calls in way of greeting to Kron'Amaloyss and Briz'Erthe. His easy manner and way of speaking to them still hasn't changed even with them being acknowledge as adults.
"SO I understand theres a duel to be had. What are the terms of this duel?" the Ride Master ask looking from Sabmice to Kron'Amaloyss to Briz'Erthe.

Kron'Amaloyss Acknowledges his sister's threat and snaps irritably at the servant to take them. "Yes the bother some wizard." Kron keeps his eyes looking about for danger as they head down to the sands. Once getting there he moves towards the ride master as his eyes flick about for danger. He keeps himself and his sister out of the group of house followers. He grimaces at the fact they are still greeted as kids before saying, "First blood, only daggers are allowed and our natural abilities." His eyes flick over to linger on his cousin as hate burns low in his eyes for the most recent insult the wizard inflicted on him. "Just the elf and my self." He was not about to let the elf comments drop with how weak his cousin has shown him self to be with submitting himself so quickly to those races below the nobel drow.

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The Ride Master nodes with a grin on his face and puts a hand on each of the young males shoulders. HE then turns them around to face the sands and nodded to a stairway that leads down.
"Right there boys. It leads down and then splits off. Each of you take a side and wait for my signal."
As they descend they fin were the tunnel forks and goes in opposite directions. Down her in the walk way that surrounds the sands the heat is even more intense and once Sabmice and Kron'Amaloyss feet touch the sands they can feel the heat working its way through the sols of their shoes.
AS they look around they can see the Drow that were there have stayed to watch and standing on a platform that lines up with the middle of the arena on the second floor is the Ride Master.
"Before us on the sands stand Sabmice and Kron'Amaloyss. They enter the sands to settle a dispute. It is to first blood and only daggers and their natural abilities may be used. Combatants.. GO!"

Isomer: ( I Hate Dice.)

(1)Kron readies him self to charge the wizard as he feels out the shifting ground. When the go is given he moves forward and stumbles and loses his balance on the sand.
(12) Sabmice laughs at the sight of Kron not having footing and casts webs to capture Kron. As he steps back lightly on the sand, he start readying his next spell.

(15+feat+4)Kron snarls as he strains at the webs as they start snapping around him as his hate fuels him forward, “Fuck you elf.” The webbing snap about him as his dagger appears in his hands. “I will end you.”
(14)Sabmice’s eyes widen in shock as his grin vanishes off his face from Kron actually escaping from the webs from just pure strength. He unleashes acid splash at Kron’s face and he starts to run.

(r:1, 18 heal) Kron howls in pain as the acid hits him full on in the face as he starts wiping at his face to get the acid out of his face and away from his eyes.
Sabmice darts forward drawing his weapon.

(10+power )Kron snarls as he twists the dagger about to strike his cousin going for a damaging blow. The edge of the blade just missing the wizard’s chest.
(13)Sabmice manage to slip away from the attack before his own blade cuts through his cousin’s arm. He steps away from Kron as he looks quite surprised that he actually landed a hit on Kron. He backs away as he glances at the dagger and laughs slightly, “First blood. Looks like an elf beat you”

Kron’s pupils shrink as he feels something slide across his skin. He sees the blood on his cousin’s blade. He growls as he lunges for his cousin to beat the ever-loving crap out of him for pointing out that the ‘elf’ beat him. He sprigs on his relieved cousin and starts pounding into him.

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