Dark, Elegant, Deadly : Life in the Underdark

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"The winner is-- For the love of little purple mushrooms." the Ride Master says as he reaches for loops of rope that sit at his waist as he also jumps from the landing down to the sands. A small puff of sand billows up from his landing and in a smooth motion he stands and pulls the rope free and starts swinging it over his head.
As Kron'Amaloyss pulls his arm back for a second strike he suddenly finds that a rope has just encircled his neck and arm and with a swifts tug the rope tightens and he is yanked backwards.
"The fight was ta first blood my little darkling. You lost."
Despite struggling and kicking Kron'Amaloyss soon finds him self hog tied.
"I'll give you this little darkling, ya kick like a Quicksilver lizard. But the duels over and you'll be facing the penalties for breaking the rules set by you and your cousin. Now wait here." he says with a smile and goes over to Sabmice.
The pounding in Sabmice ears is only out down from the throbbing pain in his face from were his cousin got him. As his eyes focus he finds the Ride Master standing over him. The Ride Master offers a hand and hauls Sabmice to his feet sending the young wizards stomach lurching from how fast he is helped to his feet.
"Well done little darkling, ya managed ta win. But next time ya might want to rethink your taunts."

As Briz'Erthe watches a cold chill runs down her spine. As she looks over her shoulder she sees her mother standing not far behind her. Her mothers face is calm but Briz'Erthe gets the distinct feeling of rage boiling just below the surface. She sees a brief glimmer of this rage that chills her as a few chords are strummed on an interment. Turning to look she sees the male that had step forward as Sabmice father.
"Ohhhh thhhhe brute he lost his temper, when the sickly mage did win! And soon he fond himself.... Himself.... Humm, any ideas what the next line should be dear sister?" he calls to Briz'Erthe mother with a taunting smile on his face.
"Briz'Erthe, follow me." Briz'Erthe mother snaps as she descends to the sands.
As they step onto the sands Briz'Erthe dances a bit from foot to foot as the heat from the sands begin to heat her feet uncomfortably. Briz'Erthe and Kron'Amaloyss mother stop by the young tied up Drow.
"I will see to his punishment Alakolg'eyl."
"Ahh, Lady Zed'yas of course. He is your son." the Ride Master says as he makes a sweeping bow that seems to annoy Briz'Erthe and Kron'Amaloyss mother.
"Untie your brother and then I expect to see you both in the temple soon." she hisses at her children before turning and leaving.

Sabmice head has stopped throbbing for the most part. And now that the pounding in his ears have stopped he can hear a few cords of music drifting down. As he slowly looks around he sees the male that is suppose to be his father siting on the railing of the upper floor strumming and instrument.

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Ali wanders the district, then hears a cheer rise up nearby. Laughter is something one should fear in a Drow city, for it is always at someone's expense.

Ali asks a slave what happened.

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Avi-lorla Isuch wandering of the halls had brought her near the arena. A near by servant bows as she calls him over.
"The cheering comes from the arena young Lady." the duerger servant says. "There was a duel between two heads of the common born Drow. And from what I saw it appears two of the young Lords are beginning one now. I can lead you there."
Not long after Avi-lorla Isuch is lead to the sands. Off to the right stand a group of female Drow with a spider emblem on their armor. One has three dried lines of blood on her cheeks. To the left is a group of Drow males and females. Their clothes are in colors slimier to the House with slight variation. Standing apart from them over seeing the duel is a Drow male Avi-lorla Isuch remembers, the Ride Master. She recalls he was always smiling and very cheerful.
Down on the sands she sees the last bit of her cousins duel. Just as the Ride Master is about to name Sabmice the winner he cuts off abruptly as Kron'Amaloyss tackles Sabmice and begins to beat his face into the sands.

Briz tenses lightly gets her cold chill, as she looks at her mother then glances at Sabmice's father with a hint of annoyance in her eyes before she follows her mother down to the sands. Huffs as she steps on the sand and gets uncomfortable from the heat. As her mother speaks to the ride master, Briz takes a spot next to her tied up brother and shakes her head at him in disappointment before nodding to her mother.

Briz unties her brother and tugs on him to follow her and after their mother to the temple. However once out of the sands with Kron, Briz glares at him before slapping him across the face and makes a face practically saying there will be more to come later.

Kron snarls as he claws to get at Sabmice with one hand as he is yanked back as his other hand rises to the rope. He hits the ground and thrashes as he works to get at his cousin before he ends up seething in rage as his eyes watch the wizard. He huffs as his eyes do not leave the wizard until his sister and his mother step onto the ring where dread replaces the rage as the chill seeps into his bones as his front burns from the sands. He adverts his eyes from the women as his struggling stop and his breathing becoming uneven with his fear mounting as his mother says she will deal with him.
When his sister unties him he moves slowly as he watches her shadow for any movement of attacks so he can ready him self for the blows. He silently follows his sister as he keeps his eyes to the ground. He flinches and huffs in pain as his face lights up from his sister hitting the acid burns. His hand barley makes the move to cover him self from his sister's next attack if it were to come. His red and black eyes only momentarily lifting to see her face before adverting his eyes to look any where but at her. Fear is visible on his face as he considers what is to happen to him at his mother's hands. As more time passes the worse he seems to look.

Sabmice kicks and attempts to protect himself with his one arm before the weight of his cousin is yanked off of him. He winces slightly at being yanked to his feet and his expression shows his stomach did not quite agree with the speed, "Guess I shouldn't remind people what they call me then." He smiles before wincing from the throbbing pain of the beating. "Ok it was a stupid idea but worth it." He laughs slightly as his eyes linger on Kron before his own smile freezes when he sees his Aunt saying she would punish him and how passive and fearful Kron seems to grow.
He looks between his aunt, and the spiderlings as he decides to hold his tongue since he knows he already sunk a dagger deep enough into the spider's pride and he is not feeling that lucky, to go after a full spider after winning the match. But that does not stop him from winking at the priestess and making a kiss noise at her.

As he hears the cords drifting down he does turn about and waves at his father. Sabmice smiles up at him before leaving the sands to go talk with his father. Along the way he thinks how he would treat his father for finally talking face to face with him since he never thought about what he might say to his parent once he met them. "Hello father." He seems to hesitate before bowing respectfully to him. As he comes up he grins, "I hope I made you proud of at least having me as your son, even if I will always fight at 1/3rd strength and minus an arm."

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Ali smiles and nods, sending off the slave.
She watches with some sadness. It's like everything drow is being boiled down into this pit.
She watches the wretched brother and sister pair, the brother fighting a mage she remembers. She didn't interact too much with them, but each formed at least a shadow in her mind. All so bound here that she can't help but see them guttering in the stifling air.
Ali notices that the adept is put off by her brothers loss. The cocky mage just shook what she thought hers.
Doubt.
Ali smiles, like her teeth are splitting through the skin.
She knows who she will see soon. The one called 'Briz' will see the truth of her so called power...
Ali withdraws and goes to the industrial district. She needs party favors to impress her new friend.
To learn power, one must learn powerlessness.

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Zebeygin'riia finds amusement in her aunts discomfort with her appearance. A small sense of victory comes with the defeat of her aunt's brush by her hair. This carries on to her introduction to the matron and meeting with her mother. The meeting is relatively uneventful and she then finds herself escorted to her room with the token she received from her mother.

She drops off her meager belongings and collects her pets, the hellhound Destruction and the lizard dog Chaos and sets out. She hears the rumor of the fight and is drawn to it. Upon arriving at the sands the smell of blood, sweat and sand calls to her like an aphrodisiac. She arrives as the rules are being announced. The idea of rules in battle sickens her but she watches the fight anyway hoping for something to satisfy her cravings. Sadly, the battle is short and without much blood. She can feel the disgust of the warrior as he "loses". She cheers out loud, startling those around her, when he continues his assault, giving into the true nature of battle.

" Not totally useless... for a male." She says to herself as she continues to watch the commotion of Krom being dragged off of Sabmice and being delivered to his mother and sister's care. She watches the slap and though she knows she should stay away from those who belong to Lolth, she, with her pets follow after the three. She hails loudly to Krom as she approaches.

" Well fought cousin. Your fury at the end was truly inspiring. It was a terrible waste to stop your assault." She gushes to Krom in a slightly singsong voice. The three see her with her wild hair and blank single white eye. She towers over them and as she addresses
Krom she claps him on the arm without restraining her considerable strength. She then looks up and smiles at his mother.

" Oh hello Aunty... wasn't that an enjoyable contest?"

Kron does look up at the greeting as he does get a faint smile on his face for the other female appraising him on continuing the fight. His smile fades as his eyes flick to his sister and in the general direction of his mother. He doesn't look quite as beaten after the small praise and he steps one foot farther away to steady him self as he is clapped hard on the arm. He softly says to Zebeygin'riia, "There would of been more blood if the elf didn't have his cheeky magic." He takes the risk of making his beating worse as he speaks with out permission of his sister or mother.

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Briz glares at Kron as he speaks without permission then slaps him again accross the face before looking to their cousin and shaking her head as she compliments Kron. She then looks to her mother and bows to her as she motions to Kron, pretty much saying: "Here is the pathetic male". She looks intently at Kron then at her mother with a slight smile as she wiggles, wanting to have the pleasure of punishing Kron herself for his failure to beat Sab in a fight. She watchs Kron closely as she thinks. "Hmm....if given the pleasure to punish him myself....what to do...so many fun decisions..."

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When Briz slaps Kron for a second time Zebeygin shivers a little with delight. She looks down at her cousin. When Briz turns her head to her mother Zebeygin throws a heavy uppercut crushing Briz's jaw. As Briz hits the ground Zebeygin then looks to her aunt with a wild grin.

" Well Aunt at least my pets are trained only to bite on command. You are welcome for the assistance in training though." and upon hearing the word command both Destruction and Chaos snap to attention, the wild look in their eyes a match to their mistress.

(I think you mean Briz not Sabmice. And I hate being a guard dog)

Kron winces as his sister slaps him again and grunts in pain as he keeps still. He keeps quite still until he sees the swing coming where he reacts by shoving his sister out of the way and takes the blow him self. He hits the ground as he wheezes as the blow hits his chest. He drags him self to his feet as he continues gasping for air from the blow as he gets into a fighting position even if he does not have his breath back.

Briz widens her eyes as she is shoved by Kron so he takes the hit from Zebeygin instead of her. She blinks at her brother then eyes Zebeygin with a slightly confused and upset/annoyed expression. When Zeb mentions keeping pets under control, Briz glances at Kron, feeling he is the only 'pet' there right now. "[i]She better not be refering to me with the term 'pet'.[/]" Briz thinks to herself while keeping a few feet away from Zebeygin.

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Url-ul strums a few final cords then looks at Sabmice. A look of confusion crosses his face briefly before his normal grin reappears.
"Oh yes that right my dear younger sister said I had a kid.... Funny, you don't have any horns so not from the Minotaur. Or snakes for hair, so not the gorgon... Hmm, I wonder if she made a mistake. You're what? Fifteen, sixteen? Did I do anything with another Drow around then... Hmm, no couldn't be that, he was another male. Oh well, can't say I recall your mother but if I keep trying to say your not mine your aunt is libel to turn me into a frog.... Again. It was an interesting experience if not a fun one but I ramble." he says as his hand strums a few more cords. At this point a movement catches Sambice's eyes. As he looks down he see an odd creature at his fathers feet.
The odd creature was lying on its side but it rolls over to look at Sabmice. Its back feet like its ears are long. Its fur is some dark shade but its hard to tell in the light from the fairie fire. As it rolls over it pushes itself up on to its long back feet and Sambmice can see it is smaller then some of the hunting animals his cousins acquired in the year out in the wilds but it still has a decent size to it. Its nose seems to wiggles at an alarming rate before it lowers its self back to the ground and proceeds to curl up again. As it turns its back Sabmice sees its tail, by comparison to its ears and hind feet, the tail is nothing more then a fluffy stub.
"Yes an now I guess its the time for the giving of gifts..." He says as he reaches into the folds of his shirt. Sabmice catches the briefest glimpse of what looked like a lock picking set and a pair of heavy bracers before his father pulls out a decent sized book.
As Url-ul stands to present the book, there is the briefest of stumbles that with a twist here and there he turns into an elegant tumble and flourish, as the creature at his feet nearly causes its owner to fall. Url-ur rights himself after Sabmice takes the book and glares down at the creature before a smile spreads across his dark face.
"And one last thing. Here." he says as he lifts the creature and drops it into Sabmices arm. The creature squirms and wiggles attempting to use all of its forty-five pounds to get back on the ground.
"Its name is Pookie and he's all yours now. You should go rest or look for a master. Ta." he says with a wave of his hand and is off before Sabmice has a chance to say anything.

Zed'yas' face is neutral and her body language is relaxed but all present in the hall feel a cold chill. Destruction and Chaos take a small step back towards their mistress but both animals recognize a threat when they see one. The two creatures heads then slowly swing from side to side as they catch the sent of something.
As Zebeygin'riia looks she sees that she has strayed to close to the temple. The double doors are writhed in webbing and two sets of eights glowing green eyes stare out before the webs shake a little and the spiders the size of Destruction and Chaos emerge. A number of smaller fist size spiders also descend a bit before the double doors open soundlessly and a group of five Drow males step out.
A male Drow of normal build steps to the side and a little in front of Zed'ya as the others flank her. The chill that fills the hallway begins to reach a point that teeth begin to chatter and Zed'ya almost steps forward. Almost.
Her eyes are no long fixed on her wrenched niece but something beyond her. Briz'Erthe and Kron'Amaloyss can see that two Drow have appeared down the hallway and are making there way towards the group. The spiders around them chitter and all but the two large ones retreat back into their webs.
As they move up Briz'Erthe and Kron'Amaloyss can see that the female is as tall as their cousin and the male has a few inches on her.
" Zebeygin'riia, child there you are. I have been looking for you since the Matron released us from the House meeting. Oh, sister I did not see you there. These must be Kron'Amaloyss and Briz'Erthe. It is good to see they have grown some, but their still young so maybe they will reach their height yet." she says as she walks up on Zebeygin'riia left side. She raises a hand and runs it through her hair along the white streak.
"Come along child your uncle here is looking for his daughter. You know Avi-lorla Isuch, your cousin." with that the tall Drow woman leads Zebeygin'riia away and is followed by the male.

Kron'Amaloyss and Briz'Erthe can hear and feel a breath that had been held released from all the male Drow and when they look at their mother a look of pure venom is etched on her face.
"Drag them both into the temple now!" she hisses at the five males and before Briz or Kron could react they were both dragged forcefully into the temple and the doors closed behind them. They get a brief look around the small temple that they have not seen for a year before their mother turns on them delivering a hard and painful slap to each of them.
"How could you lose to a cripple!? And you, do you know nothing of subtly?" she said as she turned from Kron to Briz.
"You were stupid enough to agree to such terms in a duel against a mage. Mages do not always need their books or components to cast. Think next time less you disgrace me more!" Zed'ya yells at Kron and punctuates each word with a lash from her whip.
"And you. Is it not bad enough you return to me a mute. And crippled as well, but to act so rashly in front of your elder cousin and let your guard down. The girl should be thrown into the kennels with the other hunting animals but that does not excuse you from losing hold of your senses. Had your brother not intervened you could very well be maimed or killed by that brut." like with Kron, each word Zed'ya spoke was accompanied by pain but not from her whip but a spell that causes searing pain. Neither Kron'Amaloyss or Briz'Erthe know how much time passes all they know is pain and their mothers displeasure with them.
"You two our my children and the only ones fit to be called Drow. Do not disgrace me, and never again in front of my wrenched sister and her spawn!"
There is a clattering noise and in front of both Briz and Kron is a small vial.
"Drink! It will restore you, but fail me again and next time I will leave you with the scars and pain." their mother say as she snaps her fingers shortly after two groups of five line up on either side of her. Each group is made up of one half Orog, three Duragar and one Deep gnome. By the collar around their necks and bracers and anklets it is easy to see that they are slaves.
"These are but the first gifts I give to you. Briz'Erthe, I will teach you the path of the clerics till such a time presents itsself that I can send you to the church for more training. Till then...," she says and reaches towards the alter and a buddle that sits upon it.
As Briz takes it and unwraps it she finds a sleek dark leather whip. The grip is wrapped in a deep purple leather and silver thread is used to make a spider pattern along it.
"When you go to the church and rise high enough in the ranks you will be allowed to make your snake head whip. And this." she says as she pulls out a choker made of silver and stylized to look like webbing. In the center is a spider made of onyx with a ruby in its abdomen, "this will give you back your voice. And since this House is so lacking in Loth worshiping Drow these five are assigned to you as extra protection." From the same door way the slaves came through three more Drow, one female and two males, of the same age as Briz appear.
"I have overseen their training my self." Zed'ya says before turning to her son.
"And you my son, for you I have had this made." she says and sends Kron's group of slaves over to a draped object. As they pull off the sheet Kron sees a finely crafted suit of armor, sword and shield.
"These will serve you well. As for a master you will be trained by my consort and others of my guard. And there is one more gift for you both near the lizard stables. Houn'ra Jhael will take you. " Zed'ya says and gestures to the group of Drow males. The one that had stepped in front of Zed'ya steps forward and bows to their mother.
"But there is still the matter of your punishment. A simple beating would not be enough. For six hours each day for a months time you will assist in the lizard stables doing the common Drow and slave's tasks that Alakolg'eyl the Ride Master gives you. And next time you step on to the Sands my son, I expect you to win. And with keeping with the Matron Mother's orders you are free again to do with the rest of the day as you will after you receive the last of your gifts. I would recommend you walk about the House grounds to re-familiarize yourselves."
With that Zed'ya turns her back on Briz'Erthe and Kron'Amaloyss dismissing them. Houn'ra Jhael leads them and their slaves and guards out of the temple and after a few minutes out of the House. They are lead past the training grounds where the warriors of the House are training under the watchful eye of a half Drow Minotaur male that bellows out orders and corrections as he moves between the sparing groups. They are lead past the training warriors and soon find themselves at the lizard stables. A dome of woven metal twenty feet high greet their eyes. Inside they can see the fast moving Quicksilver lizards running free and along the inside walls and ceiling of the dome the Sticky pad lizards walk. Along the bottom are a number of stalls and building where the lizards are brought to lay eggs and be looked over. A number of common born Drow and other races of the Underdark move about leading lizard mounts this way and that. And walking among them the Ride Master can be seen talking with their youngest Aunt Yas'Er-raen.
Past the lizard stables they come to another dome but this one is made of webbing and the common Drow working around here wear clothing in the colors similar to the colors of the Church of Loth.
"Your mother has given you both a great gift. A spider mount." Houn'ra Jhael says and motions. Two female Drow step forward leading a large jet black spider with thick hairy legs and large noticeable fangs as well as a black spider with silver markings along its body and its delicate legs with slimmer less obvious fangs. Nonetheless the fangs glisten as if they are wet.
"These end the gifts your mother gives you. Now the rest of the day is yours again. Tomorrow you will report to the Ride Master after escorting your sister to the temple Kron'Amaloyss. And after your done at the stables your training with your mother's guard will begin. Lady Briz'Erthe, Lord Kron'Amaloyss." he says and gives a bow before leaving to return to their mother.

As Avi-lorla Isuch wanders away from the sands the heat lessens. She eventually finds her way into an enclosed area about the same size as the arena and just as hot. The ringing of metal against metal and shots, both orders and curses, fill her ears. All around her Drow and other races of the Underdark move about.
"Move girl!" is heard and directed at Avi-lorla Isuch many times as charts of ore and other goods a moved from place to place.
Avi-lorla Isuch can see a number of black smithing forges to one side. As the metal is forged into it new shape it is then moved to another area where they are finished or used to finish other items.
At one forge she sees a shorter then normal male that seems as wide in the shoulders and chest as any Duragar. Sweat glistens off his bald head and massive arms as he works at an anvil. He shouts orders to his apprentices.

Sabmice patiently waits for his father to stop talking before looking taken aback with gifts. He was not expecting any gifts or connections to his father's previous lovers. He opens his mouth to speak before getting cut off as the heavy animal is dropped into his only arm With the book. He huffs and quickly works to set the animal down since he can not hold the creature and the book for much time. His eyes linger on the animal before he squats slightly to look at it. "Well guess it is just me and you then." He watches the animal for a few more moments before standing up and softly pats his thigh, "Well come on ...Pookie. I need to collect my cloak then find a master... and figure out what you eat..." He has no clue if it evens understands him but makes him feel a bit better with something that it might trip up people coming after him.
Sabmice slowly walks towards his room and sees if the animal follows. if not he tries to shuffle it along in the direction of his room. Once in his room he puts his cloak back on and the objects inside back on before leaving with Pookie to find a proper master. He heads to the library to see if he can find a family record on who are the mages or wizards in the family.

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Pookie obediently follows if at a far slower pace making Sabmice walk back to his room twice as long as the walk from his room. Once there Pookie hops about the room sniffing at the few furnishing there and then tries to take a bite out of the desks leg. With a 'CRUNCH' the long ear creature manages to take a bite out of it.
Pookie refuses to give up the piece if Sabmice tries to get it from him. Pookie is more then content to chew and follow Sacmice to the library were it curls up under a table and nibbles away at the chunk of desk leg it has.
The library is large, very large and has a section for what seems like almost anything. Sabmice remembers being brought here with his cousin by the Wean Mother when it came time for them to decide what path they wanted follow. The section with the books on magic still makes Sabmices skin tingle when he walks past it and the two statues, that stand at the entrance to the section, of four armed Drow made of some black stone still cause him to gulp an feel unease.
After twenty minuets of searching he has yet to find what he came for. What he has found is three female Drow wearing the colors of one of the common Houses but the tabard they wore over it bore the symbol of a book with the House symbol on the cover. One was holding a ladder steady well the other two were putting books away.

Kron'Amaloyss goes passive as he is half dragged and half follows the hands that grab him. Kron silently takes the abuse his mother dishes out, as much as he can stand. He dares not to defy his mother at all. Once the vials are thrown down he slowly pulls him self up to open the vial once he can pull him self together and feeds the potion to his sister first since he is likely to recover first. He carefully opens the vial and helps her drink first before tending to him self His movements are pain stakingly slow as he moves careful not to do more damage to him self. He drinks and closes his eyes as he feels pain meld out of his body. When the slaves come in his eyes snap open and he rises to his feet and keeps silent as his eyes linger on the half Orog before they switch to the other slaves and places him self in between those he is unsure about and his sister.
Kron keeps his eyes looking about for danger even if they are in his mother's domain before his eyes shift to his mother's feet when he is addressed. He shifts his eyes to the servants and takes the armor before bowing low to his mother as he keeps his eyes adverted from her. He keeps bowed as he says simply to her for not to fail her again. "I will not fail again."
He silently follows with his gifts and listens with out a single word as they are escorted out. His eyes shimmer dully as he watches the spider mount before his eyes flick to his sister then back at the mount. His eyes momentarily looks towards the gates of the house that lead for the wilderness before he goes back to looking for danger. Once escused he nots slightly to the other drow and waits for them to leave as he equips his armor, sword, and shield. He glances at his sister to see what she wishes to do and will follow until excused and she is safe again.

I picture this but metal for Kron's armor.

Briz whinces ever so slightly and grits her teeth as she bares the pain from the punishment she receives along with her brother and thinks, seeming a bit disappointed in herself for her foolishness. She glances at Kron and drinks from the vial when he helps her drink the first one and nods to him before focusing on her mother now.

When the slaves come out she blinks and looks a bit pleased from this gift then looks at Kron as he moves and raises an eyebrow. Briz shrugs her shoulders at Kron then nods to her mother at the mention of her training and thinks. "Training with Mother...this is something I cannot wait for to begin..! I only pray that I get my own....whip..." Briz eyes the whip as it is given to her and holds it tightly as she examines it closely for a moment before perking up at her next gift and puts it on quickly after it is given to her. She waits for her mother to finish giving her her gifts and takes a mental count of the number of protectors for her there, wondering where the other 2 of the 5 are. "Thank... you Mother. I shall not disgrace you again." She seems quite excited she can speak again and watches Kron as he gets his gifts. "Hmmm...even with these gifts...will I truly need him with the protectors Mother gave me...?"

Briz follows her and her brother's escort with her slaves and protectors in tow. "Hmm...well brother I'd say we have been gifted greatly. Wouldn't you agree?" She asks him as they walk and smirks while patting her whip then looks down at the choker. "Isn't good to have your sister speaking again?" She asks, curious how he will respond. When shown their final gifts and smiles brightly to herself. "Wonderful gifts indeed...come brother. Let us heed mother's advice and familiarize ourselves with the grounds." She pats her thigh and walks from the stables with Kron to walk the house grounds with him. "And Kron...next time do not let me do something foolish like I did this time with our cousins. Or else you shall receive more punishment from me after mother is done with you." She says to him in a cold tone and glares at him. "And next time you fight him, not only must you win, but you must also have no magic be in the terms. Do you understand male?"

Kron nods to the gift question and nods yet again to her other question about her voice. “Yes it is nice to hear you sister.” He obediently follows as she pats her thigh and goes to familiarize them selfs with the grounds. When threatened for a worse thrashing if he was to lose again he softly says, “Of course mistress Briz'Erthe. By your will and words, I will carry out your commands.” He uses her full title since she is no longer referring to him as brother but as a male. He keeps quiet about keeping her from doing something foolish since he could only react with what did happen.
He is quite unaware of his sister wondering if she even needs him as he continues to walk next to her.

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Ali smiles, dark dwarves are not easy to break.
She sidles up and motion for his attention.
If she can get a moment, she asks for a cooking knife, a metal file, and a bucket.

(Posting from fire)
Shriune

After watching the fight, Suriune decided to look for his room and decide who he would ask to be hid master and about his deal.
after he found it he looked around the room and then sits on his bed. After thinking for a bit he looked at his palm he then leaves his room in search of his aunts to deliver the message that was in his palm. After that he mentally noted to go seek out the ride master and ask if he would take him as an apprentice.

As she walks with her brother, after a bit Briz suddenly stops and thinks for a moment, she puts a hand on her whip then shoots Kron a glare. "Leave me male. For now I have no use for one such as you. One whom has failed me...and whom submitted to lesser races." She growls out as she refers to the brands on him. "And if I recall you gave up on me while I was gone during the year we were away from home." She says coldly to him before turning her back on him once more. "I had thought about giving you another chance, but after the gifts Mother gave me. I do not need you male, now get out of my sight until I can find a proper use for you." She says as she walks off and leaves Kron behind.

Kron stops obediently with her foot steps stoping suddenly and he looks about for danger until he feels her glare borrowing into him. His heart skips a few beats as he is labeled as useless. His eyes drop to the ground swiftly as she continues her list, terror etched into his still body. When told to get out of her sight he quickly leaves to get out of her sight. He has no wish to die because he disobeyed or stay behind long enough for her to gut him right there in Lolth's name.

All of his life devoted to his sister except for that one week when he started to morn her absence. His mother beat him into total submission for his sibling so his aggression remained in check against his sister and those females of Lolth. Despair fills him as his world cracks about him as the one he was trained to follow dismisses him. He looks about to see where he can flee to, then thinks about where he can flee. Very few places show up as reasonable for survival rates. His eyes glance back to the temple then back at the main house before he hangs his head. He is useless with his failures, no one will want him, no strong female will wish claim him. He waits a while after his sister leaves his sight and ear shot before heading to the temple. HIs sister will not be there for a while since she said she would be exploring the house. Maybe he can think of something while sitting in there. Maybe serving a priestess of a minor house or something else will come and claim him before the alter does so.

Sabmice looks down at the rabbit and only attempts once to pull what is left of his table leg from Pookie's mouth to be rewarded with a growl and dangerous glowing eyes. Sabmice lets go as he grumbles out, "Fine keep it."

In the library Sabmice glances over a couple of times before approaching the Sisters. He bows slightly with a sweeping flourish with his one arm."Pardon me for bothering you beautiful women. But might you help a crippled drow out? I am seeking out the books on the house Jhan'aste-iv linage. " He pauses before he decides not to interfere with the women's work with excessive flirting since he feels time is short if the spiderlings were to come looking for him if they are not already.

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Briz'Erthe guards stand with their backs to her and Kron'Amaloyss, as Briz reprimands her brother then dismisses him. With a flick of the females hand the guards take up a different formation to make up for the sudden loss of Kron.
Behind the safety of her full face mask the female guard has a annoyed look on her face.
By Loths spiderlegs! Male or not why did she get rid of him!? It means more work for my men., she thinks as she makes sure their new formation was in proper order to defend the young priestess.
In the underdark shadows do not exist with out light. And even the light from the faire fire do not cast strong shadows. So unless one knew what they were looking for, or had some other means of detection, a majority of people would fail to note the two extra, faint shadows she did cast, when there was enough light to cast some sort of shadow.
It doesn't matter. I will overcome all challenges Loth places in front of me. Who knows, maybe I can use her to rise to higher ranks if she survives her trials.
The guards hold a triangle formation around Briz as they make there way around the grounds. There was roughly a hundred meters between the main wall that encircles the House and the building of the House its self. The House its self is made of a stalactites and stalagmites that over the years grew larger and larger till the two meet. The largest of these were hollowed out to make the main home for the Matron and her family.
The other smaller stalagmite and stalactite are used for smaller buildings by the miner families. Briz can see that some of the larger common families claim more then one, at first glance it is easy to tell those of the minor family that have the favor of the Matron and those that do not.
As the guards lead Briz past the training grounds of the House soldiers, she sees one minor families dwelling that is in dismal repair and has few Drow. And what is more distressing is that the few Drow she dose see around that building wear the colors of Loth.
Briz guards hurry her past the diminished family and soon the sound of ringing metal and the shouts of orders and curses greet her ears. Soon after that a wave of heat similar in intensity to that of the Sands hits her. As she passes through a wide arch the blacksmithing area comes into view. Many of the Drow that Briz sees are wider of chest and thicker of arm and leg then your average Drow showing the many years they have spent at the anvil. Among them a number of non Drow races can be seen hauling carts of ore, working the bellows and a number of other jobs.
The hustle and bustle of the area doesn't really slow till Brizs lead guard knocks over a common born Drow and his cart that nearly ran into the group since he could not see over the well loaded cart.
After that the rushing people made a path for Briz, word had spread quickly that one of the young Lady priestess of the House was about. Briz and her escort found no more trouble getting through the throng. The works slowed and stopped allowing the group through bowing their heads in fear if not respect. Their progress through the blacksmithing is smooth till they run into a group of works that had already stopped and were bowing.
Walking past the stopped workers was Brizs tallest aunt, Qos'Zarza-nol. Walking along side her aunt Briz sees her wild haired cousin, Zebeygin'riia-nol. Seeing them walking side-by-side Briz can see were her cousin got her height from.
Standing nearly a foot taller then most Drow, Qos'Zarza-nol has no problem spotting Briz and her guards among the group of bowing workers. They do not slow their step or speak to her but a small smile dances across Qos'Zarza-nol's face when she see her nice.
Once the pair walks past, the bowed works they suddenly notice Briz and her group and hurry out of her way. As the small group makes their way out of the blacksmithing area Brize realizes that well the works took notice immediately of her aunt well it took her guard knocking someone over to notice her.
The last area her guards led her to is a stalagmite that had been built up more. Inside more common born Drow and other underdark races are seen unloading cart of goods that have just gotten back from market, well others are being loaded to be taken and sold. As Briz looks around it is apparent that word of her coming spread from the blacksmithing area. Once her guards show her the area were the merchant family conduct the business and report on the goods received, delivered they wait to see what she wishes to do now.
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"Not home for more then a day and already you have your aunt wishing you dead Zebeygin'riia-nol." Qos'Zarza-nol says as she looks at her daughter from the corner of her eye.
"Though if you are going to make enemies I am glad the gift is done." she says as she leads her daughter away from the spider webbed filled hallway. Zebeygin'riia-nol is led away and is only stopped once when her mother stops her and turns to look back at her brother who has stopped. Zebeygin'riia-nol can see her uncle standing over the sprawled body of her cousin Shriune. They give each other a node and Qos'Zarza-nol leads them on and out of the House. The sound of ringing metal and shouts soon fill the air making Destruction and Chaos growl as they catch sent of so many people. As they enter the blacksmith area Zebeygin'riia-nol can see the racing slaves, servants an apprentices.
Like a swarm of insects they mill about, always looking like they are about to crash into each other but managing not to. A little bit of chaos all contained in this area. But as she watches she can see and feel the shift. Like a pebble dropped into a pound a ripple runs through the crowed and the whole group seems to take on an uneasy feeling. Off in the distance she can see some sort of disturbance but can't make it out.
Qos'Zarza-nol leads her through the masses stoping here and there dropping off letters and picking up reports. They had little trouble making their way through as the masses stopped and left them a clear path. at one point it as Zebeygin'riia-nol walks with her mother she spots her cousin Briz in the crowd. Around her are three Drow guard she has never seen before and she also notices that her cousin is alone. Kron is no were in sight.
She is lead on and out of the blacksmithing area and into the merchant area. Right away Her mother takes her to one of the larger more armored wagons.
"Hello Nym- axlemice. I trust it is here."
"Of course Lady Qos'Zarza-nol." a grey skinned Drow with white eyes greets them with a sweeping bow.
He bows to Zebeygin'riia-nol and led them to a crate. The tingle of magic dance along Zebeygin'riia-nol skin as it is opened. In side is a suit of armor but as she looks at it, she finds it is made of a very hard to come by martial, wood. Yet when she runs her hands over and tries to dif her nails into it, it is as un yielding as metal.
"This is my gift to you. A suit of armor that will protect you but not drain away your druidic magic. Stay weary my child, for your aunt dose not forget. And she dose not forgive."
She says as she helps take out the pieces for Zebeygin'riia-nol to look at.
"Now it is time for you to seek out a master, to further your studies. Now I have errands to attend to." Qos'Zarza-nol says in way of parting.

Shriune finds his way back to his room after watching the fight easily. 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 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.
As he looks at his palm a dull pain begins and only grows in strength with each passing moment. Though Shriune doesn't know the way to the temple from his new room it is not hard to locate the temple, his feet seem to know the way as if guided, the increasing pain is his hand giving speed to each foot fall. As the archway that marked the hall leading to the temple comes into view Shriune sees his aunt, Qos'Zarza-nol, along with his cousin Zebeygin'riia-nol exiting and turning left and heading down a different hallway from him. Griping his wrist Shriune runs for the archway and face first into his uncle Vor-lav. The force of the impact send Shriune staggering a few steps back but any pain from his noise slamming into his uncles armored chest is lost in the sea of pain that has already swept over him. As Shriune lays sprawled on the floor his uncle looks down at him with a look of quiet puzzlement as he waits to see what his young nephew will do.

Kron's feet drag heavily as his head spins. As he turns and makes his way to the temple it seems as if he is doomed. Once again he finds himself in front of the temple doors. With his head hanging he pushes them open enough to allow him through. As the doors swing closed behind he can see at once his mother is not here as well as none of her guards. A few slaves are about hand washing the floor and seats. A young Drow female about his age in the robes of a cleric is seen directing them. Well the slaves clean an polish the floors she refuse to let them near the alter, cleaning that herself.
She looks up from her task as she hears Kron enter. A set of amber colored eyes look out at him from under a loose hood. She bows her head slightly in greeting since he is noble and she only common born before turning back to the alter. After she finishes scrubbing the alter clean all that is left is the fifteen foot tall spider statue to clean. Kron can see as the girl rolls her shoulder blades and lowers her head, from were he is sitting he can tell she is concentrating but she is not casting any spell. After a moment she slowly begins to lift of the floor. She stops ever few feet to scrub the statue clean.
As she descends to the floor Kron can see in the rise an fall of her shoulders that she is breathing hard. She walks around to the right of the alter and picks up second cloth and buck an begins to polish the newly cleaned statue. After ever thing in her reach has been polished she once again begins the process of making her self levitate. She repets the slow accent as she polishes every inch. As she finishes the clattering of a buck brings Krons attention. The young clerics head seems to be drifting from side to side before tilting back and she begins to fall.

Sabmice is greeted with giggles from the two on the ladder well the third looks a bit skeptical but gives a bow to the young noble well still managing to hold the ladder steady.
"The books on House Jhan'aste-iv blood line can be found this way my Lord. If you will follow me Lord." the one holding the ladder say and starts leading Sabmice away.
"IT'S THAT WRECHED CREATUER!" is suddenly heard.
Sabmice's guide pivots about and raise her right hand as she moves to get between the young noble and the sudden threat. On her wrist is a sleek silver gauntlet with a single glowing red-orange gem identical to the ones worn by her two sisters.
When Sabmice turns around he see the other two females cornering Pookie who has pulled a book off of a lower shelf and is chewing on the cover of a book as it glares at the two advancing females. With a shredding sound Pookie rips the cover off and both females say one word and a silver fire ball appears in their cupped hand.
"Get away from the book you furry demon spawn!" one of them growls at Pookie.
"Don't try to reason with it! Just drive it back to Lord Url-ul before it eats another book or the head librarian will have our heads!" the Drow in front of Sabmice yells at her sister who let fly with the silver fire ball. The sound of more ripping paper is joined by the smell of burnt fur.
Before Sabmice can do anything Pookie charges the nearest girl. There is a snapping sound followed by a scream of pain as it kicks and breaks her shine bone. With that Pookie turns tale and disappears down one of the ailes.
"Get her to the healers. I'll hunt that abomination down or drive it back to its master. I'm sorry my lord I can't take you to the area you seek, but," her eyes close as she mutters some incantation and a small blue light apperas, "This will lead you.", she bows before turning and chasing after the fast departing Pookie.
Sabmice soon finds himself alone after the one that can still walks helps her sister away muttering about furry demons.
Even with a few moment of hurried searching Sabmice is unable to find Pookie or his pursuer. After a few moments the glowing orb leads him up a short flight of stairs to a alcove with a balcony that has a table and chair set up on it. On the table is a unlit candle to allow for reading.
As Sabmice steps over the threshold the tingle of magic dances along his skin, what the spell is and what it dose Sabmice can't tell. On the shelves are detailed books covering each minor house attached to House Jhan'aste-iv, their bloodlines and a history thoroughly written down and updated as major events accrue.
As Sabmice opens the book on House Jhan'aste-iv he finds the chapters detailing the blood line. No were in the chapter dose it mention the Matron Mother before Matron Vor'ra-gos. Flipping through he can see that several of the Matrons children dabbled in the arcane but only three took it far enough to be considered masters. The first name is Am-Om, the book notes the years of arcane study before she abounded the arcane for the cleric hood. Yas'Er-raen and Myr'Tsab-niss, twins and the youngest of the Matrons children also took the arcane path and went farther then their older sister. It goes on to detail their study of the arcane. As Sabmice reads on he sees how they returned from their year and a day in the underdark with their sibling and their first creations. It was a large creature they named Alak, their first attempt at magically melding the strengths of different creatures into another. A short list of five names follow Alak's, the name of the creatures offspring next to each name is a brief description of it followed by decect and the date it died. The last name on the list is Pookie and next to the name is 'runt of the litter'. Other then Pookie, only Alak, the first of the twins creation is still alive.
At that moment a thumping sound draws Sabmice's attention to the stairs. Sitting on the top stair is Pookie. He hops over to Sabmice and using it long back feet he scratches his ear. The patches of burnt fur can be seen but when Sabmice runs his fingers over them, patches of hard rough skin unharmed by the fire is all he finds. He also gets a look at the remains of the cover that Pookie is chewing on. It was a book on the rituals of Loth.
As he returns to his hunt for a master he sees that the page he is reading details an assault of the twins and their guards, and the capture of Myr'Tsab-niss. The last paragraph on the page has little information other then the presumed torched and death of Myr'Tsab-niss. The name of the House that launched the attack against them is not mentioned.
Flipping through the rest of the pages offers no more help. He has found out who among his family could train him. As he places the book back he can look through the books on the minor Houses if he wished.
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As Avi-lorla calls to the dark dwarf he looks up and she can see he is a half-breed Drow. At first a scowl for being interrupted graces his face but once the clothing and House insignia are seen it is replaced by a less annoyed look.
"Can I help you Lady?" he ask and waits for Avi-lorla to give her name.
Once she makes her request known the man frowns and snaps at one of his Drow male apprentices, who promptly dashes off. Well he was gone both the half-breed and Avi-lorla hear the sounds of some sort of commotion.
The male blacksmith walks past Avi-lorla and steps up onto a bench set outside of his forge to get a better look. If Avi-lorla follows he offers her a hand up to stand next to him to see what is happening.
From up there it is easy for Avi-lorla to see Briz and her guards. She sees as the lead guard, a female wearing chain mail armor with a spider upon it, threaten a common born Drow worker. After that it is easy for her to see how news of the young priestess being among them affects the rest of the crowd. They move about with the same speed but Avi-lorla gets the feeling all the workers are now on edge and even the master smiths seem unease as they order apprentice and slave about. A few moment after Avi-lorla loses sight of her departing cousin the apprentice reappears with a bucket and bows to Avi-lorla and hands it to her. Inside the bucket she finds the other items she requested.
"The items you asked for Lady. Is there anything else ya be needing?" he asks.

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