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Valondil the Ranger
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 Posted - 29 Dec 2004 : 09:25:43
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Here's a story I wrote based in the Realms about a year ago. The writing isn't as good as it usually is and I sort of wrote it on a whim without much planning. It's based on drow, so if you're burnt out on them, I'd advise to exit this topic right now.
To those of you that can't get enough drow, check this story out. I'll also warn you that the ending is a bit of a cliff-hanger, just so I don't take you by suprise at the end.
I'll shut up now. Enjoy!
The Dark Faction by Ian Kappos (A Forgotten Realms Short Story)
Part I
There was darkness everywhere. Only a small violet light that swayed idly as if it was a small ember illuminated the nigh impenetrable blackness. And that small light that derived from the small sconce on the stalagmite wall barely lit more than the contour of the wall that it was set on. Nothing sounded in the eerie darkness either. It was not an odd notion that nothing made a noise in this weird, desolate blackness, but still, it unnerved Menlel, as he strode down the wide, dark corridor, even with his darkvision that allowed him to penetrate even the most shadowy of areas. Normally, the halls of Arach-Tinilith, the drow temple of their malignant deity Lolth, was teeming with clerics, roving the wide tunnels and corridors, performing odd and oft very dire rituals for their goddess, the Spider Queen, Lolth.
Menlel was also quite enlightened at that moment though, for with the absence of so many clerics, he would not have to endure such criticism from them, for all females, clerics or not, looked upon males in an inferior light. Though, they were. Menlel did not mind being at the nadir of society, but when females looked upon him with such distaste, he could not help but feel an inevitable animosity towards the beings that condemned him. He brushed away the thoughts of any more of these constant notions of hatred towards the females. They were the leaders of the city. They were the right-hands of Lolth, praise her name.
Menlel continued down the vacant hall, studying the ground that sat before him as he strode down the corridor, lest he trod upon a spider. That would be bad indeed. Spiders were sacred.
So, Menlel kept walking, careful to watch out for anything that seemed to move or even lurked in a corner. Then, when he had just exited the Dining Hall, a small, lavender illumination could be seen in the distance. He knew that his lover was there. Probably up to some ritual, awaiting his report…
Menlel walked down the narrow hall, tentatively poking his head through the small doorway to see what she was up to. Nothing. He saw nothing. Just darkness and that small purple ember of a light that was waving in its sconce.
Menlel walked into the room. It was relatively small compared to the wide halls and suites of Arach-Tinilith. The dark elf walked further into the room, not thinking of using his darkvision to see for certain if indeed there was someone in his presence.
Movement caught Menlel’s eye and he spun his head towards it.
A long, slender, smooth leg slipped out of the darkness and into the violet light that vaguely illuminated the chamber. The leg was the purest of ebony skin, that of Menlel’s. Soon a body accompanied the leg and a female drow stepped into the light and out of the darkness, completely naked. Flowing stark white hair fell silently down to somewhat obscure her breasts as she waltzed across the small room to meet with her lover. She sighed and wiped some sweat from her smooth, silken skin and then drew her silver eyes to those orange ones of Menlel’s.
“Performing one of your rituals again, Namyej?” Menlel asked drawing closer to her and delicately placing his hands on her hips.
Namyej snorted and pushed him off of her. “Is it done?” she asked with a hint of urgency. “Is Fenro Baenre dead?”
Menlel brushed her brow, wiping tidbits of sweat from her sharp face. “So fair…”
This time Namyej pushed him off harder as he tried to hold her in a deep embrace. She thrust him to the ground and kicked him in the stomach and he gasped hungrily for air. “How dare you insult a cleric of the Spider Queen, male?” she roared. “Fenro is not dead! You have failed! Our best chance now is only to leave Menzoberranzan, the largest metropolis of the drow, in exile.”
Menlel gasped one last time and pushed himself up to his full height, but the cleric could still tell that he was nervous beyond what he could handle. “That might not be necessary, love. We could still back out. No one would know that it was House Kas’Unrick that attempted the assassination on a Baenre.”
“Yes, they would,” came a disembodied voice and both of the drow turned to see another of their conspirators, Jah, a rogue of Menzoberranzan walk gallantly, but with a subtle hint of grimness, into the room. “I was with the wizard Menlel, watching closely. Fenro saw clearly his face and he killed Henthu, one of the nobles of House Kas’Unrick. Your house. You have been discovered. My rogue scouts along with me were annihilated and the others that were not were taken in for interrogation. The rogues have been discovered. There is no choice but to flee the city.”
Hearing this grim report from the rogue brought a cloud of gloominess of Namyej’s face, which soon blended into pure, utter rage. She smacked Menlel so hard over the face that when she withdrew her hand from the blow, blotches of blood were smeared across her hand. The dark elf wizard fell to the ground and groaned. “I am sorry, mistress,” he whimpered. “So sorry…”
Namyej looked upon him in absolute scorn and kicked him in the stomach. He vomited onto the floor. “Stupid male! Insolent, stupid male!” She thrashed him and beat him, until he had no more bile in his stomach and began to throw up his own insides and then went through a series of dry-heaves.
Namyej grunted satisfyingly and drew her gaze away from the pitiful silhouette upon the floor. She fixed her glare on Jah, her silver eyes piercing deep into his soul. “Gather the others,” she said, not having to shout, for she knew that Jah would obey her no matter what the circumstance. She turned away from her rogue scout, putting her hand to her chin and slightly stroked it. “And so we take flight…”
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The troupe of three sprinted stealthily past the clusters of Houses and reached the subterranean lake with ease. There they found the rest of their conspirators, mostly that of House Kas’Unrick and other Houseless rogues, with a small group of slaves. There was Venres, the firstboy of House Kas’Unrick. There were also a company of wizards and clerics and fighters and one slave that fought willingly for House Kas’Unrick. A troll.
They greeted each other half-heartedly with nods of recognition. Namyej spoke. “With the failure of Menlel’s assassination attempt on the Archmage of Menzoberranzan, we flee and the others of House Kas’Unrick will die as Fenro the Archmage reports this to his fellow House members. When we first fabricated the idea of bringing more glory to House Kas’Unrick the Eleventh House of Menzoberranzan by murdering the Archmage and having Menlel take his place, we thought the notion flawless and easy to carry out. This petty wizard, that of Menlel the Idiotic, failed and now we leave the city in search of other glories in the Underdark and perhaps bend those stupid, inferior races of the surface to our will. It is not a depressing notion, that. But I, and I know that many of you, would have rather stayed in the glorious Menzoberranzan. You can thank Menlel for this blessing of flight.”
The others spat and their faces were engulfed in rage very much akin to that of the wrathful Namyej. The cleric threw the wizard to the ground and the other drow kicked him and spat curses of everlasting hellfire at him.
When all was done, Namyej began to go over the plan that she had formulated. It was simple enough. They would escape stealthily through the city, avoiding large quantities of others and mostly stay in the areas of the less-important Houses, for they had not the power to stop even this small drow faction of a score and ten.
Before the cleric could finish the debriefing, cries rang out not far from over the lake. The pursuit was underway. They had been discovered before they could even start their departure.
Using the silent hand code of the drow, Namyej motioned to Venres that they would split into groups of fifteen and go their separate ways until they made one of the end-tunnels that led out of Menzoberranzan. They did thus.
The drow faction divided and took flight, leaving the city without a thought of ever returning, or even looking back for that matter.
Part II
The group of fifteen drow, both wizard and fighter, cleric and noble, continued their descending march down the subterranean tunnel that led out of Menzoberranzan, their former home. The leader, Venres, the firstboy of the recently obliterated House Kas’Unrick, held up his hand and all the other followers stopped obediently.
Venres turned to face them. “Continue down the tunnel quietly,” he said using the silent hand-code of the drow. “Be wary. There could be beasts…”
The others nodded back to him and tiptoed stealthily and quickly down the narrow tunnel, following Venres. Venres twitched his pointed ear, hearing something in the distance. He turned back to face the others. “Wait here,” he signed. “I will go ahead. There could be danger there. If I do not return soon, go back to the last fork we passed and continue down the other path.”
They nodded yet again. Venres then said, “Menlel”—he nodded towards a drow wizard that was currently bonded at his hands and was condemned by the other drow—“You are in charge if I do not return.”
The other drow looked thoroughly baffled, but kept their mouths tightly shut. One began to protest, saying that Namyej--the leader of her own troupe that was going down a separate tunnel and leader of all the drow recruits as well—would surely not approve of his choice. Venres shot the male drow an evil glare. Then aloud, he said, “Menlel is the strongest of all of you and is a sufficient strategist. None of you would survive long under the command of one of your warriors or minor wizards or sorcerers. Hark my words, or on Lolth’s name, I shall be wrathful.”
The others were silent. No one would oppose Venres. The drow noble of the recently eliminated House Kas’Unrick nodded and swiftly trod down the tunnel. The small catacomb was dark. Too dark. He switched to his darkvision. Now everything shown in a purple, infrared light and fungi that hang from the craggy walls of the cavern showed orange. He turned a corner and looked around. Nothing but more fungus there. The tunnels were narrow and long, showing no end at all. An ever-going expanse of darkness and danger.
He stalked down the tunnel, darting his eyes left and right, up and down, knowing danger to be around any corner and in every niche and cranny.
A growling.
It was low and rumbling and almost shook Venres to the ground.
Despite their orders, two drow fighters turned the corner that the ex-noble had just cleared. They sped down the tunnel, joining at their master’s sides.
“Sire, lord,” the one to his left said. “We had to come to you; it is our duty.”
Venres was about to point out how undrow-like that was, but another rumbling of a roar echoed down the passage.
“What is it?” questioned the one to his right. “Is it a…”
“Shut up!” whispered Venres and the drow clamped down his mouth obediently.
He waved for the other two to stay put and they did, already too afraid to move on. He glided down the descending tunnel. In the distance, he could make out a fork in the passage and knew that the tunnel that he was trekking down now was going to open up. He did not care, though, and kept on going belligerently, keeping wary besides his stubbornness.
He exited the passageway and looked around him. Dripping stalactites surrounded him and the walls seemed to have been smoothed out like marble. He walked further into the small cavern, darting his eyes to every crevasse that was in it.
The roar reverberated through the cavern and this time Venres was knocked back by the sheer force of it. He saw in a darker corner that a reptilian like face was slightly poking through the shadows, a tongue flicking and its eyes—
Its eyes! It was a basilisk!
Venres looked away, blocking his view with an elbow. The other two drow came bolting into the cavern and spread to the sides of the ex-noble. One of them—the one to his right—stopped dead in his tracks, staring in a trance, a little further out than Venres. The basilisk shot out of its corner, its mammoth body fully exposed in its utter repulsiveness.
Scales littered the basilisk, strewn in reds and oranges, signifying the gore and death that it could inflict on its victim. It stalked out of its niche and then slowly moved towards the drow that had paused to the right of Venres. Venres called out to the drow, motioned for him to get away, but he just stood there, as if hypnotized.
The basilisk continued its march, its haunches straining with each step like an injured dog. It turned its fat lizard-like head towards the stunned prey and for a fleeting second, it seemed as if it smiled.
It moved towards the drow. The drow’s companion screamed and shouted, telling his ally to move away from the massive monstrosity.
The other drow warrior was too entranced though, and the basilisk took initiative. It moved in with surprising speed and agility. The leviathan bounded at the stunned and paralyzed fighter and opened its tooth-strewn maw, revealing a window of doom and death. It clamped down viciously. The basilisk’s jaws came down and the top row pierced the drow’s chest and the bottom row came in as an uppercut through the fighter’s lower abdomen. The warrior screamed in anguish and the reptilian monstrosity clamped down harder and guts spilled out of the drow’s wounds. The basilisk loosened its grip a bit and tossed the bloodied body to the side, the form crashing into the wall with a splatter and a thud.
It turned its malevolent glare towards the other two drow.
Venres and the drow warrior avoided its gaze and both spread out to its flanks.
Being as slow as it was, the basilisk had not the time to react to this strategy that the two drow had so quickly devised. The other drow—who Venres knew to be a seasoned fighter named Gar’thesnir—came in quickly with his rapier swinging and leaving trails of silvery illumination in its flails. He came in hard. Gar’thesnir brought his rapier down in a wide arc of devastation, hewing the monster’s tail and causing the beast to derive a wail the equivalent of an earthquake. The walls shook and the earth rumbled. The un-tailed beast swung around with the same surprising agility that it had used in the slaying of dead drow. Gar’thesnir dropped back and ducked, expecting a slash from one of the thing’s deadly talons. The subterranean creature expecting the reaction and dropped its head in low, biting deeply into Gar’thesnir’s leg. The drow screamed in agony and fell back, grasping his bloody stump that ended just below the knee. Blood spattered onto the cavern floor and the basilisk moved in for the kill.
Seeing the dire situation for what it was, Venres dove in, his short sword slashing through the scales of the basilisk. The thing turned to meet its attacker and roared. Venres did not heed it though; he concentrated purely upon the attack. The basilisk snapped its maw and Venres leapt back and dove his sword into and through its lower jaw.
It roared.
The basilisk ripped the sword from Venres’s grasp and it flew across the cavern and clattered against the wall. It roared again and Venres did what he had to in that situation: run! He ran far from the charging basilisk until he was caught against the wall and had nowhere else to go. The basilisk stepped into the dim light and shot the warrior a venomous glare. Venres settled his hands against the wall and found some loose rock embedded in it. He took hold of it and through it over behind the monstrosity.
As stupid as the beast was, it turned and cocked its ugly face at where the noise had derived. That was all that the drow warrior needed. He sprinted lithely past the colossal thing and ran towards his sword. In the distance, he could hear the agonizing screams of Gar’thesnir. He ignored the wails and ran full-throttle to where his bloodied sword had fallen. He grabbed it from the ground, not slowing pace and turned around to meet his oncoming foe. The basilisk reared back its head and charged at the readied Venres. Just as the beast reached the drow and charged in for the kill, Venres levitated swiftly above the confused creature’s head and landed lightly onto its scaly back.
Venres turned around and plunged his sword deep into the basilisk’s head with all his might!
The gargantuan beast screamed and that wail soon blended to a squelch as the sword pierced is skull and skewered its brains. Blood seeped through the wound and dripped out of its mouth and the basilisk fell to the ground. Venres tumbled down onto the ground and turned to the corpse, eyeing it with glory.
“Stupid beast,” he muttered and cleaned the brains and blood from his sword on his piwafwi.
Then he switched his attention back to the excruciating screams of Gar’thesnir. He waltzed gallantly over to the wailing drow who was sprawled across the floor sopped in blood and life-fluid spread in a puddle of gore about him.
Venres reached Gar’thesnir and unsheathed his weapon.
The sword came down in a fluid arc with unmatchable ease and precision.
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Namyej cracked her whip at the troll ahead of her that was lolling its head stupidly, blocking the path for the rest of the drow and slaves through the tunnel. “Stupid thing. Move, you imbecile!” The troll roared ferociously, but Namyej laid it low with her whip.
The troll turned around, sullenly and trudged on, obeying its master. The troupe, led by the drow ex-priestess Namyej, marched down the tunnels, keeping wary of danger. Who knew if there could be basilisks or svirfneblin lurking around each bend?
The drow moved on, as stoic as they were, they moved with persistence and silence, death reverberating off the walls with each slight, swift move. They moved on toes, shifting slightly, drawing no attention from the intermittent inhabitants they would trod upon, for there was no shadows in the Underdark. None at all.
They marched for several cycles of Narbondel, keeping track of the time by linked sight from Namyej to the tower itself miles away back in the city of the drow, Menzoberranzan.
Soon they came to a fork. That was not uncommon, for the faction of fifteen drow had been encountering many of these through their subterranean sojourn. The odd bit about it was that they heard noise. They had not heard noise since the time Namyej had punished the troll. They had been communicating through their silent hand codes and not any of the dwellers that they had come upon had exerted any sound as they passed silently pass them.
The noise was a quick shuffling down the path to the left of the tunnel they were beginning to exit. They stopped and listened closer. Namyej drew back the troll that had cocked its head quizzically. “Back, beast!” she whispered in the most miniscule of voices. The noise drew closer and closer, putting forth an aura of urgency and worry, as if whatever caused it was in flight.
She turned to the rogue at her side, he second-in-command. “Perhaps it is svirfneblin,” Jah signed. “Do you think they got wind of our journey through these tunnels. We are quite close to deep gnome mining territory. Though Blingdenstone has fallen, many have lingered here for their own secret purposes.”
“No,” she returned. “That would not be it. It sounds more than just deep gnome stragglers. Sounds like more and of heavier cumbersomeness. Svirfneblin are much more silent than drow.” Though her expression was of great disgust, she and Jah both knew the truth of her signs.
Namyej finally came up with a decision. “Get me one of the slaves,” she ordered. Swiftly, Jah hurried out to fetch one of the slaves. He came back moments later with a small goblin, sniffling and crying.
Namyej shoved the petty goblin out in the middle of the path in which the shuffling had been produced. There came whispers from further down the path in where the goblin stood shaking. “Svirfneblin,” was among them. Then there was a blinding flash and Namyej saw the head of the goblin rolling out from the exit of the tunnel.
“No svirfneblin,” came a voice from just around the corner. “Goblin. How could a goblin get down here. Are their goblinkin tribes somewhere near? Did we lose a slave?”
Namyej recognized the voice for who it was. She turned the corner and came face to face with her brother. “Venres,” she said aloud. “Nice that we have met up again.”
The drow noble of House Kas’Unrick bowed. “Yes,” he said curtly. His blasé expression soon blended to a grim one and he asked seriously, “How many have you lost? I have lost two to a basilisk and have met up with several other formidable foes in my flight.”
At this, the priestess smiled and replied, “I have lost none. We have not encountered any danger along the way. It has only been two cycles of Narbondel and you have already undergone casualties. I thought I had given you the easier path, brother.”
“To the pits with you, Namyej,” he spat. “You deceived me.”
“It was of two deaths, Venres.” She smiled widely—evilly.
Venres acted as if he was going to say something in return but shut his mouth when he saw the change of expression painted on his sister’s face. “Quiet, male,” she said with more than a hint of malevolence in her voice. “Though we are exiled, you are still bottom-point to females, the significance of our race. You will stay quiet if you are wise and know of my wrath.” With that, she shot a malicious smile at the drow wizard Menlel who stood beside the drow noble. The wizard recoiled and drew back a few cautious steps.
She turned back to Venres, her unfitting facial textures, bent in the attempt of resembling mirth, unchanging. “Now you truly know.”
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The dark faction marched on. The rest of the cycle was uneventful. The next “day” they woke and set out again. They drew closer to small svirfneblin settlements.
“What is our course?” asked Jah as they took a break in a small cavern split between multitudes of exiting tunnels.
“Our course is away from Menzoberranzan,” she replied curtly.
“But whe—” he was cut off with a slap across.
A scout came running up on cue. “Mistress Namyej,” he panted, “we have caught sight of gnomish attackers. They are filing through three different tunnels surrounding this tunnel.”
“What?” she cried, getting up. “I had known that they had tracked us so. They would not have had enough time to produce such a strategy.”
Her comment went unheeded and uncared-for, though, for the svirfneblin began filing out of the tunnels, charging madly with weapons high. Namyej turned to Venres. “Catch them on high at the middle tunnel. Cut them off and drive them back. I want no battle.”
Venres smiled, knowing that his sister could not possibly win this battle without him. His fighting prowess was known around the ranks and would probably never die among the gossip back in Menzoberranzan.
Venres darted out of sight, retrieving his hand-crossbow that was tied to his belt. He fitted a bolt in it and stopped nigh the middle tunnel. The svirfneblin were still charging out of the tunnels. He raised his crossbow and aimed at one that was just exiting the tunnel with its pick-hammer swinging. He pinched off a shot and it caught the gnome right in the throat. The svirfneblin stopped in its tracks, clutched at its throat, sputtered green poison and blood out of its mouth and fell dead to the ground.
Venres smiled weakly and then leveled the hand-crossbow for another shot. He soon let off another shot, but it caught the rampaging svirfneblin in the shoulder. Venres spat in disgust and unsheathed his sword, sprinted over to the injured deep gnome and swung his short sword in an upward swing, beheading it. The head leapt off its shoulders and crashed right into the chest of Jah who was battling with another svirfneblin attacker.
Jah the rogue fell to the ground and the deep gnome, not missing such a chance, swung its hammer down onto him. The hammer smacked right on Jah’s stomach and ribs cracked under the force. “Damn you!” shrieked Jah in pain, more to Venres than the deep gnome.
Venres smiled again, this time a wide, toothy one. He brought up his hand-crossbow and pinched off a shot at Jah’s attacker. The svirfneblin gnome was just raising the hammer over its head to bring down upon Jah’s head, but then a bolt zipped through the air and right into the gnome’s temple. The hammer clattered to the ground and bounced onto Jah’s hand. He cried in agony. “You broke my fingers and my ribs!” This time Venres laughed and hopped onto Jah’s stomach, propelling himself into the air where he levitated, taking pot-shots at the battlers below.
Namyej stared at Venres, who was now thirty feet above all the attackers, picking them off one by one. She smiled. The svirfneblin had no range weapons. She laughed and concentrated on a larger group that was cascading through another tunnel. She closed her eyes and shut all ruckuses out, focusing solely on the area where the new attackers were coming from. She called upon her divine powers, summoning all her powers.
Finally she let go of the mustered rogue power in an orgasm of destruction and mayhem. Purple beams shot out from her eyes and balls of fire—blinding fire—shot out from her hands and stalactites came propelling down from the ceiling onto the unfortunate svirfneblin warriors.
Unfortunate. Namyej nearly laughed. Now all the svirfneblin were retreating back to their tunnels, fleeing the cleric and her magical powers and the warrior and his missiles of death.
Namyej sighed and let her gaze drift across the dwindling scene. Menlel. Menlel! Was that who she saw sneaking through on of the tunnels where the deep gnomes had not exited. That worm! That buffoon! He would have the pits to pay once she caught up with him.
* * * * *
The drow wizard snuck through the tunnel. He relished his plan. What was a better time to escape than when his siblings were doing battle with petty, renegade svirfneblin gnomes? Now he was free. No longer would he have to succumb to the wrath of his cleric sister Namyej and brutal warrior brother Venres. He was free!
Menlel smiled and sprinted faster down the small, vacant tunnel leading far away from the other drow. Far, far away from the other drow. He could not even imagine the wrath that his sister and brother would inflict upon him if they found him.
Menlel washed away those thoughts when he found a turn in the tunnel. He knew that this tunnel had was not and probably never been mined by the gnomes and had probably not been entered in the last thousand years or so. He could tell because there were no craters in the walls and it was dustier than any place he had ever encountered.
Menlel walked on through the tunnel. What was that? Was that a light ahead? He shook his head in denial. No light could be here. This was the Underdark. Light never shone so far down these tunnels. Still curious, Menlel stealthily tip-toed forward, wondering where the light had been derived. He brushed aside some spider-webs and saw that the light shone through a neatly-hewn doorway! A doorway in one of the most hostile and wild areas on—and under—Faerûn. Cautious, he stepped into the searing beams of yellowish light.
Once his eyes adapted—which was a long time, indeed—he saw before him an awesome sight. He was in a square cavern—or more fittingly, a room. But that was not the awesome part.
Before him stood a massive portal! A portal. It had a trim of crimson and stood well-beyond twelve feet tall. In the center there was something oddly ethereal that had seemed to materialize out of a mix of ooze and air. It rippled, an epicenter of surreal power. In the goo-air, Menlel could see in the background the image of a wide desert and blue skies, floundering sands and a huge orb of light hanging above it all, a sentinel over all this unnatural life. The wizard soon recognized it to be the surface—the surface world.
The possibilities. Namyej could never track him, would never find him. This was his big chance to escape his siblings and live a life of his own away from all the torture and agony that they had wrought upon him all these years.
And so, Menlel stepped forward…into the portal and out into light.
* * * * *
“The wretch ran this way!” roared Namyej, running furiously down the tunnel and blindly into the light. “He went this wa—”
“What?” gasped Venres. “Light—the surface. No!”
“He ran there,” stated Namyej. “He went through it—the…the…”
“Portal,” Jah gasped. “It cannot be.”
“But it can,” said Namyej and she drew near the portal and acted as to step through it.
“No!” shrieked Venres and grabbed her arm. “We cannot go to the surface,” he said calmly. “We do not belong on the surface. We belong here in the Underdark. If Menlel has chosen to go to the surface world, then let him. It is not worth our lives.”
Namyej glared back at him, determination clearly imprinted on her face. “So we can die. Die here. No goals. No accomplishments.” She looked him up and down and spat. “I go to the surface.”
She jumped through the portal.
Venres and Jah and the others could not help but follow.
They would not be alone.
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--Your humble ranger,
Valondil
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Valondil the Ranger
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Alaundo
Head Moderator
United Kingdom
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Posted - 31 Dec 2004 : 08:37:59
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Originally posted by Valondil the Ranger
Another unpopular one? 
Well met
Not at all, Valondil, not at all. A splendid tale, and thank ye kindly for sharing this with us all. Any such scroll is very much appreciated within the halls of Candlekeep. Alas, 'tis a quiet time over the past couple of tendays but i'm sure the scribes will be here soon enough to comment  |
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DDH_101
Master of Realmslore
Canada
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Posted - 31 Dec 2004 : 20:58:04
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| I liked the story. It's quite a good beginning. Keep up the good work! |
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Ius
Seeker
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Posted - 01 Jan 2005 : 16:27:02
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Originally posted by Valondil the Ranger
Another unpopular one?
I think it is a ok beginning. I can not help but be intrested in what adventures will follow.
-Keep it up!
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elven_songstress
Learned Scribe
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Posted - 05 Apr 2005 : 22:48:50
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| Good story I enjoyed the reading, do you plan to continue it ? |
We need to be reminded sometimes that a sunrise lasts but a few minutes,but its beauty can burnin our hearts eternally." |
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Valondil the Ranger
Learned Scribe
USA
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Posted - 05 Apr 2005 : 23:21:45
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Nah, I don't think so. That's about where I'll end it. I'm glad that you liked it!  |
--Your humble ranger,
Valondil
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elven_songstress
Learned Scribe
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Posted - 06 Apr 2005 : 00:20:10
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| Awwwwwwwww Okay now that I am passed that -sniffs- thanks for sharing the story. ^^ |
We need to be reminded sometimes that a sunrise lasts but a few minutes,but its beauty can burnin our hearts eternally." |
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Lord Desolation
Acolyte
USA
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Posted - 24 May 2005 : 22:09:45
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That was a good story and you really should think of adding on to it.
Keep up the good work!!!!!!!!!1 |
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The Dark Faction
