Post by Kalan-G'eld on May 28, 2011 18:29:10 GMT 8
Incarceration; within a small cell inside the region of the Underdark known as the Vault of the Drow. In the limits of the great and vast city known as Erelhei-Cinlu ( pronounced as Eh-reel-hay-sen-loo ). The Ghetto of Savages, its dark and lanky backstreets and fighting arenas, where slaves and prisoners were housed for paying customers entertainment. Gladiatorial battles. Monster fights to the death with various and exotic creatures. Though for one; he sat in a meditative state in his ten by ten cell. Long white hair was matted by dried blood, dirt and grime. His fingernails were chipped and broken. Filth were caught beneath their edges, where he rested his hands across his folded legs. His breath was slow and steady as he slipped through his lips and was inhaled back through his flaring nostrils.
Most drow, noteably, the noble houses of Erelhei-Cinlu, knew him by the pale markings of his flesh. A freak of drow nature. Unnaural some have whispered. The Pale Ghost that haunted and hunted the nobles during the Drow Civil War... known only by his title Kalan-G'eld: The Forgotten Spider. He was freakishly taller than the average drow, most topping out about five foot-five, Kalan, stood almost and somewhere between 5 foot-10 and five foot -eleven. His skin was lacking in color. Born with a rare condition. An albino drow. His long and slender digits twitched within the meditated-like sleep; though his elongated ears twitched an he was consciously aware of his surroundings. Hearing the grunts of the bug-bear guards roaming up and down the narrow corridors between the cells. The roar of the crowds as the troglodytes trained and honed their warrior skills upon escaped slaves.
His turn in the center arena would be next. Ever since his capture some few years ago; the nobles had tried to carry out the sentence of death by sending in their own deep-cover assassins, though he had managed to thwart them on every occasion, and such he had become a favorite within the killing arena. An approaching sound snagged his attention nad his bowed head rose; and his dark-visioned eyes reflected with a silver surface across his pupils in the blackness; layered with a hint of red swirls almost to faint to detect. Pruuma She-Bear, an infamous Bug-Bear bounty hunter lumbered by. " You're next, Spider..." she grunted in a feral and gutteral version of the common tongue. " Do not disappoint me.." she chuckled with a roaring laughter. He said nothing, but he knew she usually placed her coin and bet upon him winning.
Most drow, noteably, the noble houses of Erelhei-Cinlu, knew him by the pale markings of his flesh. A freak of drow nature. Unnaural some have whispered. The Pale Ghost that haunted and hunted the nobles during the Drow Civil War... known only by his title Kalan-G'eld: The Forgotten Spider. He was freakishly taller than the average drow, most topping out about five foot-five, Kalan, stood almost and somewhere between 5 foot-10 and five foot -eleven. His skin was lacking in color. Born with a rare condition. An albino drow. His long and slender digits twitched within the meditated-like sleep; though his elongated ears twitched an he was consciously aware of his surroundings. Hearing the grunts of the bug-bear guards roaming up and down the narrow corridors between the cells. The roar of the crowds as the troglodytes trained and honed their warrior skills upon escaped slaves.
His turn in the center arena would be next. Ever since his capture some few years ago; the nobles had tried to carry out the sentence of death by sending in their own deep-cover assassins, though he had managed to thwart them on every occasion, and such he had become a favorite within the killing arena. An approaching sound snagged his attention nad his bowed head rose; and his dark-visioned eyes reflected with a silver surface across his pupils in the blackness; layered with a hint of red swirls almost to faint to detect. Pruuma She-Bear, an infamous Bug-Bear bounty hunter lumbered by. " You're next, Spider..." she grunted in a feral and gutteral version of the common tongue. " Do not disappoint me.." she chuckled with a roaring laughter. He said nothing, but he knew she usually placed her coin and bet upon him winning.