Post by nostariel on Nov 6, 2006 19:58:58 GMT -5
Luck? What is it in a sense, Fate, playing up her next role. Or perhaps a favoring of the gods, letting you succeed as they love to watch you grow. Yet, then luck is not a game of chance, yet of Control. Choice, being the illusion of those with power, and those without. Control…Another key factor and turning threads of life. The ever lust for power…Will eventually be their downfall, or…Their eternal sucesss.
A twirling scimitar was rougly placed against the dark neck of another drow, the hooded figure above him stood proud and tense, her grip tightening upon the hilt. A deep voice reverberated from the drow on his knees. “Lolth will take you down, The spider queen will take revenge upon your indispicible treason.” The drow prince hissed, venom dripping from his voice. Now the hooded figure spoke, her voice smooth and velvety like light breeze before the coming twilight. “No dear brother…You have all treasoned yourself that that horrid goddess. She has no power over me,” she said pressing the blade harder to the throat as a grin slid to her face. “I have rejected her ways, she can do nothing….You out of all should know that dear brother” she said, the scimitar drawing a bit of blood. The drow prince hissed at the pain, his red eyes closing in a wince. “Then Mother shall have revenge upon your soul, You have placed her out of Lolth’s favor.” He replied to her curtly.
“Exactly my point” she replied smoothly. “The spider queen will not answer her prayers, her requests….Her power….You all can do nothing” before waiting for a response, she let the blade slide through his throat, cleaving off his head. “Good bye brother”
For long months the rouge drow hid in the underdarks…Her hunter side rearing up. Already she had the most skill every seen in the swordsmanship and power in the known world…Yet this cruel terrain only increased her skill. Vierna, or The Hunter as she was sometimes called crept through lonilness and distraught. And finally decided on one solution….The surface world, Most would reject her, for drow were known for their evil and trickerish ways. Yet, she was not like that, no…That is exactly why she fled. She had principles you see, more a heart of ranger, then the heart of drow.
It had been 2 years since she had left the drow capital city and been on the surface world. The light still stung her eyes yet she braved it every dawn, standing and watching the beauty of that great ball of fire rise from behind the horizon, she still loved the dark more, and found herself missing the warmth and darkness of the UnderDark, especially in the harsh time of year the surface dwellers called winter. Yet, she stood it…She found, that she was coming closer to calling a place home…Yet not yet had she found that “perfect” place on this earth.
Her appearance was quite the same, yet startling different then normal drow standards. Her hair was starch white, falling down to about midback, contrasting largely with her ebony skin, that looked like dark grey coal. Yet a bit of a silvery sheen to it. Her figure was slender and delicate, her chin proud, yet an angelic look to her face. Her overall appearance was breathtakingly gorgeous….IN all races standards. The only difference from drow norm were her eyes. In the infrared vision of drow, all drow eyes appeared red…Yet Veirna’s….Her’s her violet, a pale violet in both the light spectrum, and infrared, giving her an exotic, overall different look.
Vierna crept through the darks of night, her enchanted boots making no sound on the ground, and her cloak marred by magic keeping her away from unfriendly eyes. Two twin scimitars swayed silently at her slender waist as she followed the group, curious, yet having not yet confronted these land dwellers. She tracked them easily, heat signatures burning brightly in the night, her grin broadened evermore, as they made their way under ground, waiting about half hours time, she slinked in after them, a strange sensation coming to her heart as she yet again, returned to the under dephs of the world.
She turned through the city streets, the cowl pulled high over her face and her hands in her cloak as to not give away her race, She made her way inside an tavern, her eyes flicking over the people, she quickly entered, making sure her dark skin was not seen and sat in the corner of the room, in shadow and darkness. Her violet eyes almost glowing, reflecting the light really as she examined the room around her.
Control, what is it? What are the effects of power. Does it start with choice? Yet, choice is just an illusion, made with those with power, and those without. You see there is only one constant. One universal. It is the only real truth. Causality. Action, reaction. Cause and effect. –DONE-
A twirling scimitar was rougly placed against the dark neck of another drow, the hooded figure above him stood proud and tense, her grip tightening upon the hilt. A deep voice reverberated from the drow on his knees. “Lolth will take you down, The spider queen will take revenge upon your indispicible treason.” The drow prince hissed, venom dripping from his voice. Now the hooded figure spoke, her voice smooth and velvety like light breeze before the coming twilight. “No dear brother…You have all treasoned yourself that that horrid goddess. She has no power over me,” she said pressing the blade harder to the throat as a grin slid to her face. “I have rejected her ways, she can do nothing….You out of all should know that dear brother” she said, the scimitar drawing a bit of blood. The drow prince hissed at the pain, his red eyes closing in a wince. “Then Mother shall have revenge upon your soul, You have placed her out of Lolth’s favor.” He replied to her curtly.
“Exactly my point” she replied smoothly. “The spider queen will not answer her prayers, her requests….Her power….You all can do nothing” before waiting for a response, she let the blade slide through his throat, cleaving off his head. “Good bye brother”
For long months the rouge drow hid in the underdarks…Her hunter side rearing up. Already she had the most skill every seen in the swordsmanship and power in the known world…Yet this cruel terrain only increased her skill. Vierna, or The Hunter as she was sometimes called crept through lonilness and distraught. And finally decided on one solution….The surface world, Most would reject her, for drow were known for their evil and trickerish ways. Yet, she was not like that, no…That is exactly why she fled. She had principles you see, more a heart of ranger, then the heart of drow.
It had been 2 years since she had left the drow capital city and been on the surface world. The light still stung her eyes yet she braved it every dawn, standing and watching the beauty of that great ball of fire rise from behind the horizon, she still loved the dark more, and found herself missing the warmth and darkness of the UnderDark, especially in the harsh time of year the surface dwellers called winter. Yet, she stood it…She found, that she was coming closer to calling a place home…Yet not yet had she found that “perfect” place on this earth.
Her appearance was quite the same, yet startling different then normal drow standards. Her hair was starch white, falling down to about midback, contrasting largely with her ebony skin, that looked like dark grey coal. Yet a bit of a silvery sheen to it. Her figure was slender and delicate, her chin proud, yet an angelic look to her face. Her overall appearance was breathtakingly gorgeous….IN all races standards. The only difference from drow norm were her eyes. In the infrared vision of drow, all drow eyes appeared red…Yet Veirna’s….Her’s her violet, a pale violet in both the light spectrum, and infrared, giving her an exotic, overall different look.
Vierna crept through the darks of night, her enchanted boots making no sound on the ground, and her cloak marred by magic keeping her away from unfriendly eyes. Two twin scimitars swayed silently at her slender waist as she followed the group, curious, yet having not yet confronted these land dwellers. She tracked them easily, heat signatures burning brightly in the night, her grin broadened evermore, as they made their way under ground, waiting about half hours time, she slinked in after them, a strange sensation coming to her heart as she yet again, returned to the under dephs of the world.
She turned through the city streets, the cowl pulled high over her face and her hands in her cloak as to not give away her race, She made her way inside an tavern, her eyes flicking over the people, she quickly entered, making sure her dark skin was not seen and sat in the corner of the room, in shadow and darkness. Her violet eyes almost glowing, reflecting the light really as she examined the room around her.
Control, what is it? What are the effects of power. Does it start with choice? Yet, choice is just an illusion, made with those with power, and those without. You see there is only one constant. One universal. It is the only real truth. Causality. Action, reaction. Cause and effect. –DONE-