Shadowdancer 7"Your voice must roll that syllable. Try again," Izzmurss replied stoically. "Kyirilan ela oycc eo irecala illw irecwla kyilanam."
The practiced wizard repeated the phrase of the simple cantrip. He did not move his hands so as to actually cast the spell. Each word made the air crackle with power, but it did nothing and fizzled out as intended. It was about learning how to chant the arcane words of spells, how to get the right pitch, the correct tones, the proper phonetic combination. The wand tapped Nilrae's jaw. So he adjusted his head to better pronounce the words. The wizard nodded as his fourth attempt at the phrase was correct.
"Let's try a harder phrase," Izzmurss began.
"Ela anirel, ela fecw,
ela laestgo, ela stecw.
Anira ailmanir kya latyill,
ane tymaa ytyel liill."
The energy was stronger, but again it did not have the required parts and thus only fizzled out after the words were finished. The two continued most of the day, only breaking for a short lunch before returning to p
Shadowdancer 6Nilrae motioned they head back for the tunnel, both standing back to back, Nilrae leading. Zarae elbowed her bother to scoot that way and move together. The two got a few feet from the tunnel then a long fleshy spiny object shot down and wrapped around Zarae's neck. She began to rise in the air, struggling to breathe as tentacle constricted around her while pulling her off the ground. Nilrae in that moment did a diving roll forward. His timing was perfect. In place of where he just was, a spear stuck into the moss covered stone. Cursing sounded off in a familiar tongue above in the darkness. Back up onto his feet, he moved to a crouching defensive position. For the first time, he was truly fearful they would not make it through this. He stepped back, hearing Zarae above struggling with whatever had her.
His face froze in pure horror as the being descended before him, the tormented body of a drow elf from the waist up, though bloated and pale with and its lower body resembling a spider.
Shadowdancer 5The red armor was a contrast from her normal blue priestess robes. A spidersilk top reinforced with mithril and adamantine chain and magically equipped to protect from any weapon. The leggings were the same rich bright scarlet red; added to the uniform, knee high mithril and leather boots and bracers. Zebeycyrl threw the last of her needed items inside the pack, including the Red Sister assassin mask and six vials of deadly poison. Lastly she strapped the siangham to her back and hooked four spider shaped shurikens on her belt. Her personal handmaid brung in the Kilanatlar piwafwi.
"The other red one," she commanded slipping the stiletto in her hair to hold it up into a tight neat bun.
Zebeycyrl magically warded her chest, her wardrobe and closet after setting the deadly poison traps on each. She wasn't taking any more chances with either Myrurra or Alylin, especially Myrurra. The handmaid returned with a similar cloak, however, it was brighter red and capable of changing colors by wil