Shadowdancer 4The ship moved fast upstream, the magic of the gems allowing the ship to travel without the rowing of oars. By dinner time the ship was halfway home. Rhylaun stood next to Nilrae explaining more of the ships workings, the port Skullport, and even why they only now used the gems. They were used only in emergencies and return trips that were up stream. Even now it was dangerous, the control of the ship while it was in used had to be precise and accurate or they could risk crashing. The priestess spent the entire time in such focus in guiding the ship she hadn't been seen since they departed. Even her younger sister hadn't been seen, forced to guard her as she controlled the ship. It was known by the males of the ruling houses how dangerous a place it would put her. So Matron Mae'Vir always assigned two daughters for such trips.
Seeing a scrapple begin, Rhylaun drew his katana and headed over to deal with it. Nilrae spent the rest of trip on the bowsprit knowing he'd be home later this da
Shadowdancer 3Zarae sighed in slight frustration. She didn't know what was going on, but somehow Nilrae was getting to go out in the city. Maybe she should have paid attention during last evening's dinner. Oh well now. It was still early, very early. No one was out and about in the compound much, less inside. Perfect. Unable to go back to her rest she decided to see Averl. Heading upstairs to her room, she searched for something to use in payment for another lesson. Shuffling thru her trunk at the foot of her bed, Zarae had a collection of random things she'd taken over the years whenever she found something of interest- a couple of small gems, a few vials of poisons, and a strange flask of some liquid all hidden beneath spare linens.
"Guess this will have to do," she said to herself, pulling out the flask and holding it up to faerie fire that served as a light. She only hoped it wasn't something that would come backfire on her later. Still dressed in her night shirt she closed the trunk lid and hur
Shadowdancer- 2She progressed quickly through the tunnel, her hair flowing behind her. Now in at the end of her first decade she had grown into a rather beautiful drow child of Matron Shyntyl. The mop of red streaked silky silver hair contrasted with baby skin that had the sheen and texture of black satin. Angular elven features delicate and sharp. Lean and thin with the build of a runner. Above all, she had insatiable curiosity and a genuine love of adventure and trouble making.
Nilrae was leading the way down the tunnel. He too had become as handsome as his own sire, the near spitting image. his head sported wavy locks of the same natural red streaks mingled among silvery strands adding to that exoticness. his face the ideal among drow, he would one day have priestess swooning over him.
The day had started with hours of ranting, rambling diatribe, endless eulogies, tales and prophecies of Lloth's power and of the rewards of loyal servants. Swallowing every sarcastic and humorous comment or thought,
Her hand reached for the ornate carved door. The presence about her, powerful, beautiful, deadly. A matron mother and ruler of the second house. And among all the females of the city, she is one of the most beautiful. Silvery tresses were pulled up into an elaborate hairstyle and arranged atop her head like a diadem. A single dyed red streak ran thru thru on her left side fell across her almond shaped eyes. A simple black high priestess ceremonial robe trimmed in red and purple fell around her lithe form. In her decorated hand five snakes of her dreadful scourge writhed and squirmed eager for the taste of flesh. Thick lips curled into smile that quickly faded as she waddled into the now open doors of the house chapel. Matron Shyntyl Kilanatlar was in the first year (of 2) of her fifth pregnancy. Though only half way thru the gestation period, she was large enough to be thought nearing the end of the second year. Unknown to all but two, the lovely matron carried twins.
The room dark as
The frigid wind blows across the northern landscape; snow piles up as the beginning of the winter in now in session. Miles beneath the Mist Valley on the surface, lies a 6 mile elliptical shaped cavern with the ceiling rising nine hundred feet at its tallest. Beautiful carved stalagmites and stalactites are covered in many hues of faerie fire. A cavern beaming with activity, dark beauty and magic. And a place of the deepest darkest horrors and nightmares.
Deepearth. The Realms Below. The Night Below. The Lightless Lands. These and many more names are given to the vast, lawless world that lies beneath the surface world. Whatever you call it, it is a perilous wilderland of dark caverns, crevices, and labyrinthine passages. No surface dweller has ever seen all it's depths and corners, nor encountered the countless unknown beings that lurk within it's lightlessness.
Despite being such a desolate and dangerous place, it is teeming with life, even holding vast cities that riva