Rizzen Drudyn
A lost Soul
Last son of the House Drudyn - Mercenary Lt. of the Bregan D'Aerthe
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Post by Rizzen Drudyn on Oct 21, 2011 21:05:51 GMT 8
Rizzen : Near silent foot falls would echo out into the night, only to be drowned out by the many sounds of nature.. Owls hooting, bugs chirping, the gentle breeze rolling through the dense forest causing leaf covered branches to rustle and sway.. But those with the keenest of ears might be able to single out the sounds of 3 pairs of boots thudding upon the earth lightly and rapidly, three cloaked figures darting and weaving between the thick trunks of trees dodging low hanging branches and thick brush that would make too much noise if they were travel through.. All three figures would come to a dead stop, the panting of soft breaths would be all the sound that would fall from the three figures.. Rizzen : The large cloaked figure that appeared to be leading the other two, would bring his hand upward from below the cloak.. Motioning toward the right, and just then the smallest of the figures with the lightest steps would pivot and dart off in that direction moving a near by clearing before climbing a tree.. He would then take his hand motioning other way, the other figure would pivot and race off as well.. Once both of them were in place and ready, he would drop his hand back to his side taking the hilts of his curved blade tugging it free of the sheath.. It wouldn't be too much longer and the sound of hooves clapping down against earth and the soft whine of wooden wheels rolling under the weight of a heavy cart.. Rizzen : Once the cart got to the clearing the ambush would be sprung, his figure rising and dashing forward from his position. At the same time on the other side of the clearing the other figure would rise and come from the other side.. The last of the three poised with in the tree would let fly two arrow from cross bow, the sound of the wooden shafts soaring through the air could be hear before they thudded solidly into two men that were in the back of the cart.. And before two more men could even react to their fallen comrads the two cloaked figures closing in on either side would strike slicing their throats and tossing them from their spots.. It was then words would finally fall from the thin dark lips of Rizzen. " Take what you can carry, day break is not long away.. " Rizzen : With that all three of them would start to tear into the cargo, filling their sacks with all that they could before their three figures would once more vanish into the tree line.. Even heavier fast pace foot falls would echo as they rushed back for the darkness of the underdark as the sky gradually starts to brighten.. <E>
Shynayne : The Mistress of the Assassin Guild would watch from the safety of the shadows as the group of young melee magthere's graduates rushes forth into the darkened foliage just a few meters away from the mouth of the hidden cave. Dark emerald tinge eyes, glistened in the shadows as they took in the blurry commotion of blade and limbs, taking mental notes of each candidates. A sharp heave of breath ensued soon after the deed was done, watching them still as nibbled feet began to carry them forth towards the opening in the mountain; calculated steps were taken backwards, pressing slender form into the darkness. She has seen enough, impressed by the leader of the group, though naught a smile was evident on her features. She stayed hidden behind a huge boulder, waiting for the party of three to rush past her. [e]
Rizzen: Once again their steps would be halted by the appearance of Shynayne, and her presence and her words seemed to come out of no where.. Hearing her call out toward him demanding a word with him, his figure stood tall and those pale greys would fix upon the younger two males watching them offer bows.. Turning his attention toward the figure he very much noticed the coat of arms, and the woman herself.. For the briefest of moments his pools narrowed before drifting back to the other two, slipping the pack from his back and holding it out toward the two of them.. Speaking out quickly in a commanding tone of his own." Take this.. Take it all back quickly and complete the mission.. " Rizzen: Confirming the common and letting them take his portion of the items and remained there as the two of them vanished farther into the darkness returning to the Bregan D'Aerthe to finish the task that was issued to them.. His tattered dark cloak, was far from the quality she wore.. And it bared no identifying marks, it was torn and wore at the bottom and looked as if it had seen better days. The majority of his form remained hidden below it as he stood there with his back half to her figure.. But once they were alone, his form pivoted upon his heel and he turned to face her fully.. Fingers wrapping around the hilt of his blade under the cloak, being prepared was better then being dead he thought to himself before he would speak out toward her.." A word then.. " he would simply say waiting to hear what it was The mistress of the Assassin Guild had to say to him. <E>
Shynayne: A sharp heave of breath was taken as he turned around to face her, though most of his features were obscured, There was something about his demeanor. There was anger hidden under the cold exterior. Though it was her first time meeting the lieutenant, she felt a familiarity with his presence. He was taller than the two, being older and seasoned. And was at least a couple of inches taller than Shynayne was. A rare form for a Drow male. Eyes would travel the retreating duo, finding their eyes filled with wonder. A dark mauve hand would rise, a series of flicks and twisting of nimble digits was seen. Like him, she was accompanied by two of her personal blackguards; who were levitated up above them. Another sharp breath was taken before the melodious, rich tune escapes coldly from her lips. Shynayne: "The two fighters will be sent to the Temple tonight before the Narbondel sees another light". From the corners of her eyes she would register the presence of her blackguards, hidden in the darkness just a yard away from her unarmed form.
Rizzen: Pale greys would shift from side to side, and elongated ears would listen up for any sounds of movement of action being taken place.. He didn't know for sure that their was others present, but he assumed there was.. The entire situation did not sit well with in the pit of his stomach, something about it being her standing there in front of him in this moment that aided to that feeling of uneasy.. His form tense, and his grip on his blade remained just as tight as well.. Those pale eyes dropped back to her figure, watching the movements of her out stretched hand and slender digits.. Taking in the series of motions, and then watched as melodious words would fall from her lips.. Rizzen: The spider like limbs folded comfortably against his back hidden behind the cloak, but they would also twitch with anticipation of something that might or might not happen in that moment.. He didn't take a step or even make a hint of an aggressive motion, he stood there like a station unmoving and unwaveringly. A gentle breeze pushing through the lengthy dark tunnel back out toward the mouth of the cave, the stray white tresses swaying in the breeze as his gaze remains narrowed and fixed upon the Shynayne.. He would issue no response to her words at first, simply standing there before arching a white brow and speaking out toward her. "And you came to me to say this, why? " his deep tone continued to hold a bit of stiffness in this situation.. <E>
Shynayne: Sharp hisses would permeate the still, cold air within the small cavern, feet heard shuffling forth. Once again dark mauve limb would rise, fingers moving rapidly. The shuffling grew silent, the blackguards returning to their station behind their mistress. Chin would rise to peer into his eyes, the challenge was evident in the clear pools of the young Drow. In such close proximity, she was able to distinguish the tell tale signs of a royal born son. Shynayne would smirk, though a moment was all that was stolen before a grim line took hold of her luscious lips. "Be careful of your tone, you filth." She would hiss, taking the few steps between them, pressing close, smaller frame almost touching his as she glared up at his taller form. "Those two are barely out of the academy. You do not have Shynayne: the right to choose the best of them for your band of thieving assassins. They will be brought to the Temple and the Goddess will determine their place in this society". She spat the words at him, sharp canines bared, challenging his response. A quiet chuckle was them issued before she pulls away, turning her back to him before moving forth, hand signaling to her Blackguards. "Do not be late". She spat once more, before nimble feet carried her swiftly towards the lower cavern. The two blackguard would snarl at the tall ex-prince, before turning on their heels to swiftly find their mistress.
Rizzen: Heard the sharp hisses and the shuffling of feet, his muscles twitched and his grip tightend.. Once more those spider like limbs under his cloak twitched poised ready to strike and return to the cloak like unseen daggers.. But again he noticed the gesturing of the Mistress of Assassin's those slender fingers shifting out in front of her issuing silent commands for them to stand down.. Once more there would be silence, and he could feel her gaze upon him studying his features.. Clearly now she would be aware of who he was just as much as he was aware of who she was.. As those lucious lips upturned into a smirk before then parting as she uttered those words commanding him to watch his tone.. Rizzen: Blood boiled with in his veins his body nearly trembled with anger in that moment, and as her body drew near nearly pressing her form against his in that taunting fashion.. Seeing that glare and doing so right back, the sound of the metallic blade ringing barely loud of enough for their ears as it was slowly pulled from the sheath about half way.. Pale grays snapped toward her guards and then back toward her, he knew he couldn't and a soft click follows as it was pushed back down into place.. His fingers curling inward balling his hands into fists, finger nails biting into the flesh of his palms.. He would not utter a sound knowing full well that if he refused it would not only be bad for himself, but for the two that she has her eyes set on as well as the Bregan D'Aerthe.. Rizzen: Fighting back that burning rage that was flaring with in him, he would just keep his narrowed gaze caste forward toward the dark stone of the tunnel as she exited and her guards followed behind.. He would remained there for quite some time, attempting to think of something but what was there that he could do beside take them as commanded.. Slowly he would turn on his heel, form turning and he would follow down the tunnel as well. <E>
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Rizzen Drudyn
A lost Soul
Last son of the House Drudyn - Mercenary Lt. of the Bregan D'Aerthe
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Post by Rizzen Drudyn on Oct 21, 2011 22:26:05 GMT 8
Rizzen: Rizzen paced with in that tunnel for what seemed like hours, his brow tightly knit.. Clearly the gears with in his mind was turning and turning with many thoughts.. Finally the repeated footfalls would fall silent and he would simply stand there, head lifting and his pale grays drifted up to the path ahead of him.. Turning and making his way quickly down the tunnel in front of him, he would not return to his comrads that were completely the mission.. He would not do as the Mistress of the Assassin guild had commanded him to do, he would not notify them of her interest in them or take them to the temple like she ordered him to do..<C> Rizzen: Instead he alone would make his way quickly to the temple.. He would carry the burden himself, he would see if there was some kind of deal or something that he could do to spare them to divert her attention away from them.. His cloaked figure weaved through and between structures and people making his way to the entrance of the Temple to seek an audience with the Mistress.. The anger was still swirling with in him, but he fought hard to keep it restrained with in his form. For now he kept his eyes peeled for her form or that of a guard that could point him in her direction.<E>
Shynayne: Shynayne entered her private chamber, her warring thoughts dismissed for a few moments as she crouched before the adamantine figure of a dragon etched on the smooth surface of the wall adjacent to the chamber's entrance. A few quiet words of praise were uttered before she rose to her feet. fingers deftly removing her body armor, the hide of the horde beast was light yet harder that steel and no weapon could penetrate it unless it was enhanced by magic. She was not wearing her mithril mail this night for the mission was to observe. A soft sigh would escape her dark lips as she enters into the resting chamber, thoughts would return to the past event and the face of the male would once again haunt her. She shook her head in disgust for she had never wanted to be associated with any male of [c Shynayne: of her race, be they of stature or skilled. Now let a one a member of Bregan D'Aerthe. She would be the laughing stock of the cruel society she belonged to. Then again who would want to risk her wrath? She could take any males to be her patron. A few elder boys and weapon masters has been introduced to her. Yet she has not find any interest in them. She would find a perch on the soft, velvet covered bed and stayed in the comfort of darkness; infrared vision minding naught the absence of light. And speaking of which, he was fairer than the rest. A nobility aura surrounding his impressive height and built. Again he would come to mind, causing a hiss to emanate from luscious lips. And then a thought would come to slip into her reverie. Soon a wicked smile would spread along her soft tiers. [e]
Rizzen: Entering the temple and coming to a stop just inside of the structure, once more he would scan his surroundings.. A feeling of unease would slip through his form, those hidden spider like limbs on his lower back twitched under the cloak. Catching sight of a guard, he would swiftly move toward him stopping close by and keeping his words soft as he spoke." I need to speak with the Mistress of the Assassins " Fighting back a snarl as he spoke her title he would just pause a moment and then speak up once more " I request an audience with her.. " He would swiftly add in that same whispered tone, a hint of venom on his words but was for the most part held in check. <C> Rizzen: Watching the guard turn and then motion toward two others, one of which would take his place at that spot and then he and the other would start to lead him further into the temples structure.. Leaning him toward her private chamber, stopping out side of it.. One of the guards would remain there while the other continued forward into the chamber to find the resting Shynayne.. Rizzen remained there wrapped in that tattered cloak that bared no marks or emblems, his pale grays fixed upon the guard that stood there near him waiting with him for word if the audience would be accepted.. And he assumed they would want his weapons as well, not that he was thinking of trying to kill her.. Most likely it wouldn't end well for himself or his fellow members of Bregan D'Aerthe. <E
Shynayne: The alarm would be triggered, vibrating silently, as the blackguard entered the ante chamber. Shynayne would swiftly rise to her feet, the slim dagger finding its way into her grasps. Her stealthy steps would take her slender form closer to the wall, slithering quietly thereafter towards the entrance of her resting chamber, violet tinge eyes widening as infrared vision narrowed. She caught the crouched form of her most trusted guard in the middle of the smaller chamber, as was customary for any who serves a matriach or a mistress. The dagger would be lowered to her side, her grasp not faltering as she neared the male. "What is it?" She would hiss quietly, eyes boring upon the braid riddled head of the blackguard. "Mistress, the Bregan D' Aerthe lieutenant is here." Came a practised voice [c Shynayne: quiet in its tone, his head remained lowered. Shynayne would quirk a perfectly shaped brow as she wondered, tapping the blade silently against her voluptuous thigh. "How dare he defy my orders" She would reply, though anger was not apparent in her voice. "Very well, show him in. Take away his weapons and then you may wait for him at the main doors." There was a shift in the blackguard's stance, obviously surprised at the command, for the Mistress has never allowed for anyone, let alone a stranger, to be in her private chambers. But he knew better than to reiterate, slowly rising to his feet and moving backwards toward the door. Shynayne would hide a smirk, a malicious thought riding the wave within her mind. This could prove to be an amusing night. Her dark, sadistic mind would muse. [e]
Rizzen: Rizzen stood out there with one of the guards as the first one slipped into the ante chamber of her private quarters.. As time passed and there was nothing but silence coming from in the other room, he couldn't hear what it was they were discussing inside or if he was going to be granted the audience with her or not.. He knew he went against her orders coming alone with out the other two, and cause of such he was even a bit cautious watching the other guard as he watched him.. Under the tattered cloak his hand would slide across his form smoothly to inch toward the hilt of his smaller curved dagger, he knew if he fought this guard there would be many more to fight before he got out of here.. <C> Rizzen: But at the same time, if she was going to have him killed for not following her orders there was no way he was going to go with out a fight.. But as fast as that thought entered his mind, it would slip right back out as the other guard returned through the entrance way and motioned toward him before giving a soft command" Disarm him.. She will grant him audience.. " With that it would seem like a held breath would finally be released, pushing open his cloak to reveal quite a few weapons.. Tugging the blade from his waist band and offering it to the guard, he would follow that up with a longer curved blade and then a equally long straight blade.. On top of all that he already placed in the mans arms he would lay a folded up cross bow and his bolts.. " That is everything.. "<C> Rizzen: Rizzen would say calmly, he knew full well if he needed to defend himself he didn't have to rely upon those weapons.. He had his spider like limbs that could easily pierce the soft supple flesh of the Mistress of Assassins. They would remain tightly folded up and flush against his back as the guard with the free hands gave him a quick pat down, checking his boots for a hidden blade and then would allow him to pass and enter the ante chamber.. Near silent foot falls would signal his approach as he stepped into the room, the guards then turned back after sealing the door way and remained on watch there as ordered. Pale grays would scan the darkend room adjusting quickly to the lack of light, attempting to locate her presence. <E>
Shynayne: The moment her blackguard disappeared into the corridor, Shynayne would retrace her steps, moving back into her resting chamber, pressing her slender from against the wall just behind the curtain of black threads hanging above the intricate doorway. Bright cat like eyes receded into slit so as to not betray her whereabouts. The slim blade disappeared into its hidden sheath, fingers deftly checking the cartridge of darts strapped to the underside of her wrist, the wrist-bow resting snugly upon the back of her hand, ready to be used upon a moment's notice. Even when she knew that no weapons will be left upon her visitor's muscular form once the blackguards are through with him. Still, the Drow are nothing but clever weapon masters and trustworthy is never a virtue for the Dark Elves of the [c] Shynayne: Underdark. Again her mind would wander back to the peculiar Drow, Shynayne would be called one herself if one would have dared. She was one of the few known spawned from the union of a Drow matron and an alien race. And in her case, the sire was a black draconian. Though the true fact of her heritage was kept a secret to the ever conniving circler of ruling houses, it was a known secret, for she was a sight to behold,. Whilst her brethren were midnight black in color, she stands out with the midnight mauve skin tone. A smirk would reside upon her dark lips, arm rising to aim the wrist bow at the vicinity of his chest as the lieutenant quietly entered the ante chamber just a few feet from where she lies hidden. " You are making too much noise, D'Aerthe." The soft hiss of her voice belying[c Shynayne: the amusement in her soft, sultry voice. "How dare you present yourself before being summoned." She continues, watching his every movement with obvious interest. "Have you a death wish?" [e]
Rizzen: Rizzen froze there with in the center of the ante chamber, dull grays scan from left to right as well as his ears attempting to pick up any sounds that she might make.. His mind swirling, wondering to himself if why she was hidden from him.. Was this some sort of game for her, or perhaps she was aiming to attack him from the shadows.. His cloaked figured did not budge from the center of the room, and he make no more noise either.. The spider like limbs once more twitched under the tattered cloak ready to move at a moments notice to defend him from an attack that could come from any where in the darkened room of her private chambers..<C> Rizzen: Once that soft kissing tone snaked out of her luscious dark lips as she spoke to him about making too much noise, his ears picked up on her location instantly and dull grays snapped onto her figure as she stood there behind the curtain.. His head canting to the side, and whispers of ivory locks swayed in front of his face.. Holding back a scoffing tone as he spoke in response to the mistress of assassins words.. " If I aimed to be silent I would have been.. There was no point.. " He paused in his words and simply listened to her as she continued to speak out asking if he has a death wish for presenting himself before he was summoned.. <C> Rizzen: Doing his best to keep his anger in check and keep his words devoid of venom, he would speak out again to her.. " I have come to strike a deal.. A proposition.." attempting to keep his tone soft, he would let out a soft sigh and he would continue to stand there with in the center of the ante chamber unmoving. "Is there something.. Anything.. I can do to keep them out of your sights.. " He would simply stand there now waiting for her response to his proposition, he knew it was a slim chance but he had hoped that she would like the idea of having the last son of the previous ruling family and the a Lieutenant of the Bregan D'Aerthe in her pocket owing her a favor. <e
Shynayne: Another soft hiss was allowed to pass from her darkened lips as he begins to fidget in the middle of the ante-chamber, Eyes remaining trained on him as she moved to stand in the doorway, the black threads making way for her curvaceous form. "You have not be taught properly by your sires." She would spat the words, albeit quietly, a hint of amusement still evident in her melodious tune. The wrist-bow wielding hand would rest against her ample rear, sensing no threat from the blistering auras surrounding his tense form. Though she could feel another form of tension. not the usual stab of grudges and fear. She was used to the common angst that flowed from each captured or enslaved males. Though the level was miniscule from all the abuse the males seemed to be accustomed to from birth. Yes, [c] Shynayne: there was definitely anger. But she could not understand how this male was allowed to feel freely. Perhaps his upbringing was a lenient one or his years as Bregan D'Aerthe has given him enough confidence to be so blatant in his thoughts, her mind would chide. Blasphemous! A tiny voice would erupt within her wicked mind. "You will kneel before the Black Wyrm and say praises before speaking to the Mistress of the Spider Queen's Temple!" She would hiss, a crop finding its way onto her grasp and just as swiftly the studded leather strips would fly towards his shoulder and chest. "And what makes you think I will listen to the filth that falls from your foul mouth?". She continues, [e]
Rizzen: Rizzen heard that second hiss come from her direction, his dull grays narrowed upon her as she pushed forward through the door way. Seeing her curvaceous form come into view before him, and he would hear her spat out words toward him.. He would continue to watch her waiting to see her reaction to his proposition, wanting to protect the two younger members of the Bregan D'Aerthe.. Seething still, part of him wanted to rip her in half, his hands balled into fists hidden below the tattered dark cloak.. And then he would hear her continue commanding him to kneel before the black wyrm and say praises before speaking to her, the Mistress of the Spider Queen's Temple. <C> Rizzen: With out warning the swipe of the leather crop would indeed strike his shoulder, causing his torso to turn just a hair.. His shoulder rolling back as the clasp of his cloak was torn from the hit, the tatter cloak would fall from around his shoulders and hit upon the floor at his feet revealing his still armor clad form.. The crop itself did nothing to harm against his armor, and he would fight back a snarl and a glare.. Turning his attention swiftly toward the Black Wyrm, his form would then do as she had instructed.. All be it he was hesitant to follow her orders, and his blood continued to boil with in his veins as he came to his knees and he would whispered and mumbled half heartedly under his breath.. <C> Rizzen: Rizzen's form remained there and he would speak out again, once more doing his bed to keep the venom from his tone.. How could he not be angry? How could he not feel hatred for this woman and her house after what happened, the whole reason he had ended up with the Bregan D'Aerthe and in this situation was cause of her house." I am better then both of them combined.. Tell me what I must do to keep your attention off of them.. " He would ask again, his tone half pleading and half angry. <E
Shynayne: It never ceased to amaze her how easily she could make a full blooded fighter drop of his knees. Though she shouldn't be a surprise at all since it was the way of the Drow, The females are superior and dominates the males of their race. Slowly she would circle him as he offered a silent prayer to the Black Wyrm, her sire. The crop would try to find purchase on his his exposed neck, since the last time it hit, his oddly fair skin was spared from the sharp studded leather crop. "Remember this the next time you decide to intrude into the mistress's chamber.' She hisses quietly, coming to a stop between the Etching of the Black Wrym and the kneeling fighter, his words digested and stored within mind, the proposition offered appealing to her wicked plan. The crop would find itself tapped [c] Shynayne: as if telling him of her weighing his offer. "Well, now you are making me ever curious, d'aerthe. Why would you want to offer yourself to me.. your services to the temple, for the sake of two novice fighters". She would muse, keeping her eyes on his lowered head. 'Are you aware that the Goddess's words is a decree?" She continues, moving once more to circle him, gaze carefully assessing his body, the muscular upper body and arms. Her berth would then be interrupted as eyes feast upon the appendages folded against his back, hugging his flesh like bones, spreading from the his spine, like limbs of a spider. Eyes would widen as a finger would dare to touch, feeling the bone-like appendage. A hiss would resound as she steps away, almost leaping off, the wrist-bow wielding hand pointing at his [c Shynayne: his head, "What are you?" She would spat, eyes narrowing, the green ring glowing within her dark pools. "Have you come here to spy on the Queen?!" [e]
Rizzen: Rizzen remained there on his knees, and the only reason he was there on his knees was for the fact that he has a soft spot for those two young fighters that had been under his wing.. He practically grew up with them, raised them like a older brother of sorts.. They looked up to him, sought him out when they needed help or guidence. He would do all that he could to make sure they stayed where they are under his wing in the Bregan D'Aerthe. Feeling the sting of the crop against the side of his neck in that moment, a silent snarl would spread across his features but it was luckily hidden below the stray ivory tresses of his hair that hung like a curtain.. <C> Rizzen: Pulling back that snarl and returning his features to that handsome but blank expression, doing his best to once more contain the anger in his form as she would hiss at him. He could feel that crop tapping at him as she stood there pondering the offer and he heard that she was curious, and also heard that question asking why he would offer himself in exchange for the two novice fighters.. " I offer myself to you, not the temple.. You alone.. " He would explain further his proposition, he really had no interest in serving the temple.. He didn't really want to serve her either, being that she was partly to blame for his house being broken.. Watching those shapely legs of her shift and carry her around him, he felt the brush of her finger upon the spider like appendage.. <C> Rizzen: He could hear her jump back, heard her hiss and her words that followed.. He had hoped she wouldn't have noticed in the darkness, they gradually unfolded and stretched out ward with the released of a sigh, as if they had ached from being folded and contained for so long.. The two lower one would press to the floor, jittering a bit, the sharp tips tapping at the smooth surface.. The top pair, a bit longer would stretch above him and then rest back.. Slowly his form would rise upward from his knelt position.. "Do I frighten you Mistress of the Assassin Guild?.. " His tone almost mocking in a way, but it was faint.. " I am what I have been since birth, you are one of few that have seen this and yet live.. "<C> Rizzen: He says nothing more and makes no aggressive action toward her, he would keep his back to her letting her stare upon him and calm herself.. <E
Shynayne: Shynayne kept her aim on the male's back, eyes widening as his words came into her sensitive hearing. A quiet hiss escapes her lips as she glared. "Frightened of you?" She spat the words at him, moving slowly in a wide berth, gaze remaining upon the bone-like appendages. It was true however, she was quiet wary of the male, having never seen such a creation, It was a peculiar sight, having those spider-limbs upon his back. The closest known creature came to replicate a spider is the Drider. Half man, half arachnid, mindless predators, that came to be in existence from a horrendous spell cast upon errant sons and patrons. Shynayne would then come to a stand before his crouched form, eyes glistening with malicious thoughts. "Since birth? Did you mother mate with one of the holy beasts?" [c] Shynayne: She would spat the words once again, aiming the wrist-bow at his head as she stood just beyond his reach. Emerald tinged eyes would stare into his grey pools, quirking a shapely brow at his blatant disregard of authority. But she refrained from striking at him for the moment, wanting to test how far he would go to irk the Mistress of the Spiders' Temple. [e]
Rizzen: Rizzen stood his ground there in the center of the ante chamber, his spider like limbs twitching as his dull grays follow her movement as she circled around him giving him a wide berth.. Hearing her hiss, seeing that glare upon her flawless features.. Then those questioning words that were spat at him, his head simply continued to turn and his gaze followed her movement.. Eying the wrist bow, seeing that it was aimed right at his head as she stared upon him.. His arms lifted slowly from his sides, and then those hard bone appendages would stretch out ward twice the distance of his arms as his entire form stretching a moment before all six of his limbs drop into a relaxed position. <C> Rizzen: Speaking out toward her in that same soft but deep tone "You appear to be.. " That smirk fixed upon his thin dark lips, and hearing her question about his birth and his mother.. He simply brings his arms upward crossing them over his armored torso, his bone like limbs shifting and stretching out slightly here and there as if they were reminding her that they were still there." I do not know the reason. I have just lived with them all my life.. " He remains there unmoving from the position in the center of the ante chamber, he made no aggressive movements but he also didn't shy away or bow down to her either.. <E
Shynayne: Shynayne would take a step back, eyes widening at the sight of the boney appendages as they stretched out following his arms though they were twice as long. A quiet hiss emanated from her crimson tinge lips, assessing him as once again his arms grew lax. "Grosteque". She would speak, crossbow still aimed at his head. "Clearly you are something that has been overlooked by the priestesses... or have they?" She would muse, lowering her voice at the end of her sentence. Eyes would widen once again hearing him reiterate, a vicious snarl escaping as the took the few steps forth to press the small weapon against his forehead, glaring at him, obviously irked by his choice of words. "Hold you tongue, D'Aerthe. I do not fear you or your hideous limbs" She would once again spat at him, though eyes [c Shynayne: would glance at the ever moving appendages, noting how easy it would be for him to strike at her slender frame, puncturing skin and vital organs. But he would die in the process. A shame, her mind would muse much to her horror, a snarl ensuing to hide her treacherous thoughts. "Now about those two.. I would recommend that they are 'not' suitable, to the priestesses." A chuckle would take the place of her snarl. "But at a price". [e]
Rizzen: Rizzen once again observes her reaction as he stretches, watching those eyes of her widen, watching her take a step back away from him.. Hearing her words as she spoke out' Grosteque' The word swirling with in his mind as his dull grays remained fixed up the tip of the bolt in her wrist-bow as she continues to speak out her thoughts.. He would remain there showing no aggressive actions toward her other then then hint of venom in his words. Watching that snarl take her flawless features as she stomped forth and pressed the tip of the weapon to his forehead.. Dull grays would look to the weapon and then back at the Mistress of Assassin's that stood right there in front of him holding it there.. Seeing that glare and those spat out words telling him to hold his tongue.. <C> Rizzen: He would indeed do so,not retorting to her words, but he could see her concern on her face as his bone like appendages continued to twitch and idly shift behind him.. But he would again remain still and silent at that moment as yet another snarl would push through her lucious lips as she eyed him, and then those words that he had wanted to hear all since he entered this chamber came from her.. He would fight back the overjoyed look on his features as she chuckled, knowing there had to be more coming.. He was right, soon after her chuckle faded to give way to four more words.. Gray pools remains locked up her, looking around the tip of the bolt that was aimed at his forehead. Speaking out quickly in response to those last few words "The price being? " His soft questioning tone lingered in the air waiting for an answer.<E
Shynayne: A sinister smirk would tug upon the corners of luscious lips, violet tinge pools would stare back upon opposing grey ones. "The price.." Her words would trail as once again her eyes would dart towards the ever present limbs, their boney structures giving off silent warnings. She nudges the small weapon against his forehead, denting the flesh without breaking skin, before pulling away, taking a couple of steps backwards though keeping her aim on his head still. "I'm yet to think of what is the worth of these two young bloods." She would continue, her free hand rising to brush away a strand of pale hair from trying to obscure her sight of the male. "I do not understand why you are so attached to them. Are they blood to you?" She peers back into his eyes, the night vision irises glowing in [c] Shynayne: the total darkness of her chambers. Like an afterthought, the oval recesses mounted upon the almost circular chamber begins to glow, lending a soft light to the ante-chamber. [e]
Rizzen: Remaining still beside those slight twitches of his bone like appendages, Rizzen would keep his gaze locked upon her looking past the tip of that wrist-bow pressed to his forehead.. That sinister smirk of hers cause a flicker of worry to shoot through his form, his mind swirling with that thought 'what if she wants too much?' 'what if the price is too high?' Attempting to push the thought out of his mind he would continue to keep his dull grays fixed upon her as the Mistress of the Assassins paused in her answer, pushing the tip of the bolt into his forehead harder before stepping back wards to move out of range of his sharp tipped limbs.. It was then she would continue while keeping her aim steady on his head, her words caused his eyes to narrow just a fraction. <C> Rizzen: Watching closely as she swept a stray lock back out of her field of view, he would let his head dip causing his own silvery strand to sway in front of his face obscuring his gaze from her but allowing him still to see the majority of her. " It does not matter the reason.. " he pauses and adjusts his tone a bit, he would let out a soft sigh and he would speak out again. "Reguardless of the reason, the offer stands.. Name your price Mistress of the Assassin Guild. "He could still feel that urge deep down to close the distance between them and impale her to the wall with his spider bone limbs. <E>
Shynayne: A loud snarl would echo around the ante-chamber as she digested his softly spoken reply, noting the underlying venom within his practised politeness. She knew, if he would have been free to do as he wishes, she would be lying in her pool blood where he crouched on the cold, colorful tiled floor. "I demand to know the reasons behind this parent-like protectiveness I sensed in you." She would counter his words, cold and authoritive, "They are skilled for ones so young, that I have come to learn. But they do not carry other traits that would put them in the league of higher ranking fighters." Eyes would then receded to mere slits as she regarded his stance, trying to peer into his now obscured eyes. "I did not sense any extra-ordinary skills or unworldly magic. Or where they obscured by [c] Shynayne: some force unknown to me?" She would continue to prod his mind with her questions; eyes widening slightly to watch for tell tale signs from his reactions. Slowly the wrist bow arm would fall to her side, a quiet chant of spell would ensue, casing her body in a temporary shield that would hold a single attack causing a soft glow to imbue her slender form. The smirk would return, as if challenging him to test her. "Or are they playthings for the likes of you, D' Aerthe?" [e
Rizzen: Hearing that loud snarl of hers bounce upon the stone and echo about the ante-chamber.. He paid no mind to the sound, remaining as he was with his head lowered and his arms relaxed at his sides.. His bone like appendages stretch out ward behind him and then fold back up and snug tight up against his back in their original placement vanishing from her sight to sit hidden behind his frame.. Hearing those words that she then fired back to him in an commanding fashion, and then again she would speak out once more speaking of their talents and skills and that they were fairly well trained for their age but they had no talents or abilities that would put them in the league of higher ranking fighters. <C> Rizzen: The entire time she continues on in her little questioning lecture toward him, he would keep his head lowered not moving an inch toward her.. That was until she uttered that last sentence, his body snapped forward before he could even really pull himself back.. Moving toward her form from his position covering the distance in what was less then a heart beat, his left hand snapping forward toward the arm with the wrist bow to force it off to the side so that if she shot it wouldn't hit him.. His right hand moving for her throat, at the same time one of his bone like limbs would spring forward over his shoulder to aim for her forehead like she had just done to his. <E
Shynayne: Her breathing was slow and controlled, though she was seething with rage. Wisps of hot breath escaping her dainty nostrils as she continues to glare at his nonchalant eyes. His hold on her slender neck would only irate her more, the violet tinge around her iris disappearing entirely only to be replaced by a blazing crimson, waiting for his next move. Eyes would note the change in his demeanor, causing his muscles to gradually lax finally pushed off of his dominance over her. She heaves a sharp breath as he fell to his knees before her, eyes widening in wonder, though they swiftly recede back to their suspicious slits, her body moving off of the wall to stand erect before his slumped form. His words when they came, did nothing to abate her anger. He had caused much harm to her pride. [c Shynayne: She is after all the Mistress of the Guild. No one would dare to touch her. Not even her brothers, not even her blackguards, let alone a commoner. A Bregan D' Aerthe at that! Her mind would chide. She hisses, her right foot rising to bend before letting fly a kick to his chest, swift and with force beyond her reckoning. Snarls as the muscular form of the Drow slid across the floor upon impact, sending him crashing onto the other side of the wall. A spell would then explodes from her lips as a poisonous bolt finds his neck; the spell to counter the lethal poison, rendering it half effective, her aim was to paralyze, not kill. Not yet anyways. She moved towards the downed male; lifting her foot to plant it upon his heaving chest. "Now lets see how you like being dominated". She would hiss.
Rizzen: Rizzen kept his head lowered, that curtain of silvery strands remained down over his face and his yes.. He continued to kick himself mentally over his reaction to his words and what it was he did to her with in her own privates chambers in her temple.. Dull grays would shift upward looking toward her through the messy strands of hair seeing her eyes widen and then narrow again before she would lift her leg swift and send it toward his strong thick torso, the power behind the kick shocked him.. His body was sent flying back across the floor toward the opposite wall, those bone like appendages springing outward to catch himself and keep him from colliding with the wall.. And the armor he wore, it was the armor of his house only with the marking removed. <C> Rizzen: It was well designed and enchanted, it absorbed the impact of her foot and distributed through out the entire armored shell.. There was very little damage done to his flesh below it, starting to rise and push himself back upward when he would then feel the sting to the side of his neck, his body stumbling up onto his feet before then falling to his hands and knees.. His right hand lifting to press to his neck, and his body gradually sunk down to the floor. With much effort and a few grunts, he managed to push his body over onto his side and then fall back onto his back looking up at her through those messy strands with narrowed grays.. His chest was indeed heaving, as she placed her foot upon it.. He would just continue to stare up at her saying nothing and fighting to move..<C> Rizzen: He didn't know what it was she had planned at that moment, but he knew he didn't want to die here.. But no matter what he tried at this moment, he was unable to get his body to listen to him. There was indeed a bit of panic starting to set in. <E>
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