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ZaiDizzen
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Zai walks over and leans one hand on the table to take a better look at the map "No. I don't know it, but it will be interesting to learn about this place. Nata'al, if I may?" Zai straightens ." Food and Somesuch sounds good. And I would like if you would tell me of this place we're to travel to." tilts his head and waits for an answer (...or not) . Clasping his hands behind his back, he lets those who want to leave go first and then follows Nata'al out of the room.

 
Narzen
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Narzen watches Nata'al and Zai, then quickly glances around him. "Well then. I suppose it will not do much good to plan things without everyone present..." he starts, then pauses and raises an eyebrow at the absurdity of such words among drow, before continuing, "so perhaps it would be wise to discuss the details later, after everyone has personal preparations made?" With that, he bows to Naedrylaen and walks out of the room.

 
Dxzauvrinn
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 00:21 May.12 - Re: Ust unboi\'en wund l\'olath
Dx'zau'vrinn snaps his fingers towards his cavvekan and follows Nata'al out of the room. In response to the females words, he acts though they were never heard. He was fighting enough inner demons as it were and he didn't need.....his thoughts drifted off as his stomach growled. He hadn't eaten in the past day an half. Yes, some cavefisher and some mushroom wine would be lovely, though even a roasted haunch of rothe would do.

 
Vezellek
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"Yes, yes. Getting food supplies would be good. I have never been quite that far from the city in that direction before so I have no clue on an estimated travel time. Since you are familiar with the area Nata'al, lead the way to get supplies."
Vezellek then walks out the door and waits in the hallway beyond.
"Do follow... we can't get much done if we all wait for others to move"
She then flashes a sly grin and continues her wait.

 
Zanan
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The aerial servant appears in front of Nata'al and leads all into a large room of the basement. There you find any sort of supplies you could have asked for, food, drink, bedrolls, and even some masterwork weaponry of the simpler variety. Sunrods, antitoxines and thunderstones are also around. "Do please help yourself!" hisses the servant.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Narzen
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Narzen smiles slightly and nods at the permission. He fingers a few odd things for a while, then pockets them under his cloak where even a good-sized coil of rope seems to simply disappear. While selecting his new gear, however, he's looking at Nata'al curiously every once in a while.

Soon enough, Narzen takes a few steps to Nata'al's side and picks up a simple dagger from the table in front of them, turns the blade over a couple of times as if appraising it, then mutters something to the woman.

 
Zanan
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Assuming that anyone has taken any stuff he wanted - food, drink and bedrolls, maybe the odd thunderstone - I guess it is time to get under way.

Nata'al takes everything she needs and goes back into the entrance hall. There she begins to put her usual armor and weaponry on and stores anything she got in her bag. After donning her Piwafwi and placing her buckler on her left arm, she waits till the rest of the party arrives.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Narzen
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Narzen stretches his neck and flexes his fingers, then closes his eyes for a moment and takes a few deep breaths, concentrating on something. Opening his eyes again, he checks that his items are securely in place, and nods to himself upon completing the inspection.

"Very well. Now, where is that portal we are to be sent through? Shall Jabbress Naedrylaen see us to it herself, or one of these servants?" he says, looking around him slowly, as if expecting Naedrylaen to be in the room or at least watch the drow gathered there by some other means.

 
Zhadristan
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Znadristan checks if the whole provisions are secruelly packed, his equipemnt ist in place, and thereby double-checks the sword and small pouch hanging from his belt. Finally pulling his armor and piwafwi in place, the male looks quite happy with himself.

"So, with packing, provisions and a map, as well as a portal, methinks we should be ready to go, or does anyone need more than our host could offer?"

He looks around, trying to get eye contact and fixing anyone with a meaningful gaze.

"If not, please lead us to this portal of yours so we can get this job done in time."

 
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As if it had heard the drow's words, an aerial servant appears out of thin air and opens the door. It bows its head and moves out of the house, waiting for the drow to follow. There aren't many people on the street, nobody dares to look at the group for much longer than a thought. Silently, the servants floats to a building about hundred paces away. The door opens immediately, the human male's face does not seem to be surprised by you at all. "Your honored master has agreed to transport these able companions to a location he knows!" the servant intones, before he adds "Naedrylaen extends her greetings!"
The man looks into the leading drow's face and nods his head: "Follow me, I'll get you to the portal. Don't touch anything, don't leave the line, just follow me!" he orders. In instant later, the servant disappears.
Once in the house, the door is shut again and to both sides of the door you spot another human scanning the streets outside, heavy crossbow at the ready. Now you certainly know why that human wasn't that surprised to see you.
He leads you down a staircase, which brings you into the cellars of the building before winding itself down a 40 feet wide shaft. The bottom of the shaft appears to be the burrying site of some long dead inhabitants of skullport, niches and alcoves line the walls all around a large, torch-lit room. A circle of silver has been placed right the centre of the room's floor, everyone who knows the tiniest bit about magic can see arcane symbols and runes here. Interestingly, the man carefully moves around the circle and leads you to a wall behind it, which appears to be nothing than wet, grey stone. He waits till everyone stands near him and points at the wall. "Just step trough this if you want to ..."
He murmurs a word of magical power in a strange old human language and the wall seem to shift slightly.
Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.

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Zanan
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Naedrylaen cocks her head and looks at Zhadristan, a wry smile upon her lips. "I honestly believe that 1000 goldpieces are more than you have ever seen on a heap and I think it will also be sufficent enough to keep all those who look for the exploits of your very own caravan business off your track, for a while at least." (You sense that she most certainly knows quite a bit of your "current" past ... whatever that might be.)
"As I said, you may keep all the bounty for yourself, which should yield a few more coins for those who feel a bit 'underpaid' ..." With those words still lingering in your minds, she turns to the table once more and retrieves a piece of parchment as well as a short, wickedly curved knife. "As with all good deals, I want your signatures on this contract, a contract which seals the 250 goldpieces handed out to you right now," she looks up to Narzen. "As well as a further 750 goldpieces once you return with the required information. ... Speaking of which, I have the money put aside already and should someone not ... 'make it back', the others will get it as well, divided equally." The wry smile reappears. The Drow turns to the table and adds a few words to the text already on the parchment. She holds up the quill and that small knife. "I guess you know how I want your signatures on this contract?"

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Narzen
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Narzen nods again in approval, then slowly draws a slender dagger from under his cloak. "I do prefer my own tools - if you have no objection to that" he says to Naedrylaen. "I would not want to accidentally injure my hand with an unfamiliar knife, as you surely understand." he continues, covering such an obvious lie with nothing but a raised eyebrow. Narzen then stands up and steps closer to read the contract, while tapping the point of his blade with his index finger, waiting to hear the response of others in the room.

 
Zhadristan
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Face darkened in anger, Zhandristan pulls a wicked looking jambiya from his piwafwi and forcefully slams it on the desk.
"By Lolth´s Fangs, Woman, I agree on your terms and sign this contract, with my own blood if need be. But Narzen here is right. I don´t know what sorcery you have at your disposal, and I don´t want to have an enchanted blade draw my blood."
With this, the impulsive male draws a thin and wicket cut across his left hand, squeezed ontil blood drips from his fingers, and writes the elven runes in forceful strokes.
As an afterthought, Zhandristan turns around to Naedrylaen. "Please, dearest lady-employer, excuse my lack of.... trsut and respect, but you seem to know a lot more about us as we know about you...."
He fishes in his pockets for a piece of cloth and begins wiping his bloody hands, all the while watching Naedrylaen for a reaction.

 
Dxzauvrinn
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 03:10 Apr.28 - Re: Ust unboi\'en wund l\'olath
A wry smile graces his handsome obsidian skinned face upon hearing Naedrylaen's words, perhaps betraying his thoughts. He rolls up the black leather glove on his left hand and gingerly draws an ivory-hilted jambiya from his belt. His sharp pale-blue eyes thoroughly scan the contract searching for any misleading information. As if finding none, Dx'zau'vrinn barely presses the blades edge over a finger-tip drawing a single drop of ruby blood from his deep black skin.
He then etches his personal rune on the contract. With that complete, he places his glove back on his hand and sheaths the jambiya. He then turns his attention upon the large drow male, Zhandristan, finding his curt words with Naedrylaen amusing. He thinks, my, my, my.....perhaps we have another shadow amongst us....

 
ZaiDizzen
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The masked Drow slouches back in his chair, hands folded in contemplatively across his chest. “Yes. This should be fun.” Zai’s voice barely cutting through the air, and more to himself than anyone in particular. “And might actually be worth the time. A lucrative deal indeed. “

Standing, he moves over towards the contract and extends a small blade from his index finger. Placing it on his arm, just above where the metal stops, and slowly runs the claw across. His body shivering in enjoyment. With the blood covered nail Zai scratches his own rune into the paper, after checking to see if the contract is as said.

Zai running the blade across his tongue to clean it , stands back to let next in.


 
Zanan
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The female who stood near the window on the table's right hand side takes the short walk around the furniture and glances over the contract. She raises a hand and waits till Naedrylaen places the dagger into her hands. The female, quite tall and strongly build, lets her white eyes scan the blade before using it to draw a short but bloody line accross her right forearm. Expertly, she draws her rune on the parchment and turns her face to Naedrylaen: "Dunno why ye need that many males for this mystery tae be solved, but consider it done!" Slowly, the female turns around to face her new 'comrades' once again: "Nata'al is my name, for those of ye who want tae know ..."

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.

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Narzen
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Satisfied with the number of other volunteers, Narzen draws a cut across his left palm with a swift movement of his blade. He then picks up the quill and signs the contract in blood. "Once again I sold my soul, yet none so far has claimed it." he mutters to himself, perhaps as a ward or a curse against anyone who might try. Narzen then turns around and steps aside, taking note of Nata'al's remark by giving Nathrae and Vezellek a challenging look.

 
Nathrae
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For a short time Nathrae stays in the backround, absentmindedly as it seems. When the drow woman presented the dagger and parchment, she eyed it curiously but waited for the other's inevitably noisy and rash comments, then she wispered something to her self and moved her hand playfully at the crowd as if to conduct an orchestra.
She felt her host's glance and smiled, while her eyes lingered on something different: on the parchment and the small blade - as she waited for the turmoil to settle down.
She than reaches for her backpack, takes out a nicely crafted quill and strolls over to the table. On her way she answers Narzens look with a pleasant, meaningless smile and gives 'Nata'al' a quick nodd. Reaching the table, she picks up the contract and reads it thorougly while playing with her quill...




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Zanan
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Naedrylaen is apparently not interested in Nathrae's activities, even though she keeps a wary eye on the Drow. Once everyone has signed the parchment, she takes it up again und scans the runes. "Very well then. I guess you haven't met beforehand and it would be a good idea if you speak to one another before you get off, wouldn't it? You may also acquire all sorts of equipment and food downstairs, one of my servants will look after all your needs." Her index finger points downward.
"I will, in the meantime, draw a short map which should direct you to the place where the caravan's remains will be, about a day and a half away from Skullport ..." Waiting for further questions, he looks from one Drow to another.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Narzen
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"Who shall have the map?" Narzen asks. "And do we have a tracker among us?" he continues, briefly eyeing the other drow in the room. "Or perhaps we should discuss such matters while making the other preparations, to see what additional gear might be needed and for whom."

"As for the task itself, malla jabbress, what of any opponents we may encounter, scorpion-folk or otherwise?" he turns to Naedrylaen with a cold look in his eyes.

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Zanan
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Ust unboi'en wund l'olath - First steps into the dark

Vendui jal!

This is going to be our home for some month to come. We have all in all eight characters plus my DMC and they go by the names ...

Character & Player
Dx'zau'vrinn - Dxzauvrinn
Zhadristan Myxim - Coldwyn -> Phaerven
Nar'zen Sin'th - Foxfire
Zai'Dizzen - Zai'Dizzen -> DM (Zanan)
(Elaisian Varliuth - Selvarin -> retired)
Vezellek - Oyn
(Nathrae - Sephirian -> retired)
("The Nameless" - Demenon -> retired)
Sheiriya - Sheiriya
Nata'al - Zanan

NB: You do not need another nick on these boards, yet, if you don't use another nick, write your character's name at the top of each entry to minimise confusion.

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FIRST STEPS - SKULLPORT

Skullport, or the Port of Shadow to the learned and informed, is a dismal and dangerous domain populated by the most vile beings the Underdark has to offer. Mercenaries gather to sell their swords and lives to the highest bidder; drow move about shading their sensitive eyes from glowing fungus, driftglobes, and braziers of glowworms; and slaves go up on the blocks to feed the Calishite and mind flayer demand for labor. In this underworld city beneath Mount Waterdeep, anything and everything can be bought, sold, or traded for a price. Slavers, smugglers, mercenaries, and black-market merchants operate openly in Skullport. In fact, the economy of the Port of Shadow is dependent upon the despicable practice of buying and selling sentient beings. The enigmatic Skulls rule and maintain order in the city. These floating disembodied skulls wander about Skullport, which takes its name from their presence, tending to aims only they can fathom and enforcing their sometimes whimsical and often harsh will through the use of cryptic magical abilities. But so long as the actions of a being do not inhibit trade, cause mass destruction, or attempt to wrest control of the Port from the Skulls, his or her actions are ignored by the Skulls and overlooked by the populace of the city.
Skullport is a haven for underworld and illicit activities, especially dangerous ones: Smuggling and smugglers, piracy and pirates, slavery and slavers, drug-running and those who concoct drugs and poison all thrive and dwell cheek by jowl in the Port of Shadow. Most folk in Skullport are hiding from or trying to avoid the forces of the law of the surface world or are poor folk trapped in this city of darkness because of personal misfortune sometimes just the misfortune of being born here.

Skullport is relatively easy to penetrate, assuming one knows how to get there or knows someone who does, but this comes with no guarantee of safe passage. Visitors can use the South Seacaves of Mount Waterdeep, walk into town from elsewhere in the Underhalls or the Underdark, or float in on the River Sargauth from elsewhere in Undermountain or through a gate. If one is enslaved or steps through a gate accidentally (or the wrong gate on purpose), it is even quite easy to arrive in Skullport when one does not want to be in the Port of Shadow at all.
(Skullport, p. 4 &  

More to follow soon.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Zanan
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A house in Lower Skullport
Right to the West of Amet'ned-thoth's house stands a small, two story building. It's outer walls are almost black, the windows small eyes of darkness. Only one of the rooms in the top floor seems to harbour any life, as flickering light can be seen shining through its window. It is this house that you were told to visit at a certain hour of today. Anyone invited will find the heavy wooden door unlocked and an aerial servant waiting right behind it. After a formal greeting, it will show you the way to the upper floor, to a room way off the one who is bathed in candle light.
Darkfire burns in a two braziers, a sweet scent of typical Drow herbs fills the air. Three Drow occupy the room, two leaning against the wall opposite to the entrance. A most stunningly beautiful Drow lady stands right in the middle of the room and bows her head once you enter. She introduces herself as Naedrylaen and bides you to take a seat. Once all guests are here, she promises, the reason why you were asked to come here will be revealed.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Dxzauvrinn
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 02:04 Apr.18 - Re: Ust unboi\'en wund l\'olath
Dx'zau'vrinn - The slender dark figure arose from the black shrine. His time for praying this night was at its end. Delicate fingers gloved in tight fitting black leather brushed a strand of pearl-white hair from his face and pulled the cowl of his finely-woven jet black piwafwi over his head. It was time to depart to his favorite tavern and partake of some, no doubt cheap mushroom wine. The lithe movements of the dark figure went almost unnoticed by the townhouse guards who were posted outside the entrance of the shrine. Malakuth's houseguard's shifted their death spears to a defensible position unsure of the wraith-like being's identity. A wry smile graced the drow elf's handsome but haunting features. The drow then unveiled his face revealing his sharp facial features and cold lifeless pale blue eyes. He then produced his black half-mask and dagger shaped house insignia and brought it before the drow guards eyes. They breathed a sigh of relief and nodded their heads indicating that the drow could continue on along his course. "Dx'zau'vrinn, Malakuth has informed us that your services are no longer needed for the remainder of these 10 days," said one of the house guard's. Dx'zau'vrinn simply nodded and dissapated into the dark recesses of the townhouse's upper level.

A short time later, Dx'zau'vrinn set comfortably at his usual table at 'The Hell Hound's Muzzle', his favorite tavern, taking in glass of mushroom wine. He was suppose to meet one of his contacts here in this pit of cuthroats and black-hearted killers. He was late. He would have to charge the annoying little boggle a 30% increase for wasting his time.

Just then a lean athletic framed humanoid burst through doors of the tavern and ran directly to the drow's table. Dx'zau'vrinn remained calm, resting a gloved hand on the magnificently crafted basket-hilt of his fine steel rapier. At first he pegged the humanoid for a rather ragged looking half-drow, instantly noticing his pointed ears and high cheekbones, but then he noticed the gray cast to the man's skin and the fusion of the first and second fingers on his hands. Dx'zau'vrinn scoffed, his lip curling up in disgust. "A tiefling." The humanoid looked confused by the drow's words, but bowed low. "I'm Spider, and I've a message for you good sir courtesy of Spider's Fleet o' Feets," the gray skinned humanoid said. He then produced a letter from a pouch on his belt and placed it on Dx'zau'vrinn's table. He then bowed low yet again and sprinted from tavern. Dx'zau'vrinn drew a wickedly sharp curved jambiya from a hidden location on his person and cut open the envelope containing the letter. A summons. Perhaps Malakuth wasn't quite through with him for the remainder of these ten days after all. He quickly gathered his belongings and slipped out the tavern cutting the jugular of a drunk orc who happened to bump into him on the way out.

The letter instructed for him to enter a black non-discript two-story building west of Amet'ned-thoth's house. Dx'zau'vrinn first stopped by the Feathered Rat pet shop and retrieved his pet cavvekan who was getting a grooming. He whistled sharply and the bat-faced, black velvety-furred dog ran to his side. He then made his way to the building. Moments later he came across the building that met the description of the one in the letter. He searched the entrance for any traps, seeing none, he entered. The aeriel servant who instantly greeted him upon entering the building escorted him to a candle-bathed room on the upper level. A sweet smell wafted through the air and the upper-level was bathed in assorted hues of darkfire. The aerial servant then brought him to a room occupied by three drow, one a gorgeous female. Dx'zau'vrinn brought his hand to the hilt of his blade. He strongly distrusted female drow, especially ones that possessed such beauty. She smiled brightly as she greeted him and beckoned him in. After thoroughly searching the room for anything peculiar, he walked in along side his cavvekan. She bowed low to him and explained that the reason he was summoned here would be shortly explained. He remained standing and his hand never left the hilt of his rapier concealed beneath the folds of his cloak.



 
Oyn
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Vezellek

A slight tickling sensation on the back of the neck was felt near the ending of the day’s prayers. Ignoring it, Vezellek continued her prayers. As the end came she gave attention to her visitor.

The words, “migration started”, drifted into her mind. Nodding she mentally asked, “Where?” After a moment came, “black house… Amet'ned- thoth's… near” With a slight nod she stood, dusting off dark wed-embroidered cloak. Gathering up her holy symbols and strapping on her dark armor, Vezellek turned away from the river Sargauth which she was sitting near. Traveling swiftly through the tunnels she went, the spider messenger scurrying alongside her.

Once reaching the main city it was but a few more minutes before reaching Amet’ned-thoth’s house. Pointing to a small two-story building to the west she mentally asked “There” as she turned to face the spider. “Yes” came the reply. With a nod she dismissed the spider. “Best you don’t come with me. Not sure how they would like you my friend. Hunt well. I will call for you when I leave this place.”

Approaching the heavy wooden door Vezellek entered. The aerial servant greeted her and led the way upstairs. Walking past some doors it finally came to one and opened it. Candle light flooded out causing Vezellek to pause a moment in order to visually adjust. Slowly she entered to see four Drow inside. She gave a quick glance to the two leaning against the wall opposite her. A slight curtsy to the female in the middle of the room, just low enough to be respectful of the female before her. Lastly she looked over to the male off to her side. She gave a small smile upon seeing the cavvekan at his side, though the smile was more at it then him.

“My name is Vezellek. Remember it for I don’t feel like repeating it more then needed.” Saying this she strolled over to a chair and placed her small thin frame comfortable into it. With her legs crossed and spidery fingers clasped in her lap she studies the room from her vantage point.


 
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In one corner of the room, shadows stirred to life around a chair. A man slowly stood up and pulled back the hood of his seemingly torn apart dull gray cloak. He strolled to the other drow, bowing his head slightly to Naedrylaen. The man was of slender build and rather short, but his form-fitting leather outfit gave an idea of well-trained muscles. The man's milky white eyes were cold but constantly alert. If he was carrying any weapons, they were hidden under the ragged cloak.

"I am Narzen Sin'th." he said to the two newcomers in a dry tone and sat down to a chair opposite to Vezellek, giving the woman a brief nod. Narzen then looked at the man with the cavvekan and raised an eyebrow as a sign of expecting the man to finally introduce himself.

 
Dxzauvrinn
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 19:20 Apr.21 - Re: Ust unboi\'en wund l\'olath
Dx'zau'vrinn-

Reaches a gloved hand down to stroke the head of his cavvekan, silently bidding the dog to sooth it's ire. He too had noticed the man coalescing in the shadows, though more than likely not before his keen nosed pet. He chuckled slightly and cupped his chin in his hand, he had never before seen any of these drow. He found himself quite intrigued. Perhaps an introduction was in proper order.

"I am Dx'zau'vrinn," his melodic voice issuing from underneath the dark recesses of his hood. His introduction made, he brought a hand back down to his black-furred dog bidding it sit to perhaps make their company a bit more easy. He himself decided to remain standing, ever-ready for the unexpected.

 
Selvarn  21:39 Apr.21 - Re: Ust unboi\'en wund l\'olath
One of the other occupants in the room,a drow dressed in red-orange leather but for a dark vest and cloak. "I regret to say that I have other matters to attend to, " the one known as Eleisan said almost apologetically. "It seems my...'family'...has arrived, a few members at least, and I must be on my way to carry out business and ensure a proper...welcome. I wish you well, and no doubt I'll miss whatever gains could be gotten, but this other business of mine is too good to pass up." And with a flourish of his hand, as if in a salute, he was gone.

 
ZaiDizzen
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The silhouette just stared at the aerial servant for a second before putting on his silken black mask. A silver stitched spider surrounded the right eye with its legs extending to the edge of the mask. His hand slid across his clean shaven head until it reached the only patch of hair at the cap of his skull. He remembered that he had braided the tail a couple of days ago. He straightened his piwafwi, and the pouches beneath, before following the servant.

Zai’Dizzen entered the room taking in the smells, the pleasant and unpleasant. Standing a least a head taller than those present. With a smile in his eye, he bowed extravagantly low to the hostess. He then turned his head to take in the figure in the corner and gave a light nod. Walking over to the table, he pulled out one of the chairs and sat himself down, acknowledging the others at the table. He placed his elbows on the table, and began tapping his rune covered fingers together, giving off a metal against metal sound. The light reflecting off his elegantly carved hands.

After looking around again, he sat back thoughtfully. From behind the mask came a gravelly voice, a voice that sounded as if it once had the melodic tone of the drow. “Oh, I do hope I’m not the last.” he said with sarcastic smile, “being late is one thing, being the last is another.”


 
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Nathrae views the building silently, starring at the candlelit window– a frown appears on her obsidian face, but passes quickly. She draws the black, skilfully embroidered, flowing cloak closer around her slender shape and pushes the heavy wooden door open with some afford.
Responding to its greetings with a scowl, she follows the aerial servant upstairs, nodding to herself as she realises she’s not brought to the undrowly lit room.
A faint smile appears on her face as she breaths in the familiar scent of fragrant herbs floating in the corridor they are entering, as the aerial stops in front of one of the doors and motions her to enter.
She does so silently and answers Zai’Dizzen’s words she hears on arrival with an amused smile. Then her silvery eyes scan the room measuringly, noticing the summoned crowd with renewed interest.
She steps forward casually and gives the other female guest a nod of acknowledgement and bows very slightly in formal greeting to their host. “Nathrae ‘the late’ to your…” she pauses with an ironic smile on her lips “‘service’”.



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Zhadristan
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A slender drow crosses the street to the house his contact described to him. Always watchful, the male moves from shadow to shadow, keeping the surrounding traffic in view.
As the male enters the house, he is greeted by an aerial servant who opens the door for him.
Before he fully enters the room, he brushes the dust from his piwafwi, thereby showing underlying armor, a drowish chain mail.
When the male enters through the door, his full hight can be seen. The male´s height could easily rival one of the rivvins living in the hated upper city, but the male is gaunt, with a slightly sunken face, as through starvation. He keeps his white hair shorn nearly to the skull and his face as well as his lower arms are covered with vicious looking scars.
Oddly, the male´s garb is a mixture of a noblemans wear and the standard issue equipment of a house retainer od slave soldier.
Casting a weary look around the room, eyeing every occupant in view, the male bows to the lady, showing his reverence.
"I´m Zhadristan of house Myxin. As you have requests, here I am".

With this, the drow male searches a confortable chair and waits for the things to come.

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Zanan
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Vendui!

To make it easier for the others to keep track with appearance and behaviour etc., you may post your character's description into this thread.
Remember though, this description shall describe your characters as they are perceived by the others, no background and somesuch.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Narzen
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Narzen is 4'11" (150 cm) tall and weighs 101 lb. (46 kg), making him rather small even for a drow. He's in good trim, though not exactly muscular. He has white hair reaching down to his shoulders, with a single braid going down his right cheek and reaching down to his chest. Narzen's eyes are milky white, most often with a cold and emotionless look in them. His features are handsome enough to draw attention to him, but not so much as to make him stand out in a crowd. All in all, he has no particular distinction marks.

Narzen is wearing a form-fitting leather outfit, though more than a casual look will tell there's a light chain shirt underneath. He tends to wrap himself in a cloak that seems as if it was torn in shreds, yet appears to conceal him quite well when we wants to. His boots are high-heeled but produce a mere whisper of a sound as he moves.

On his sword-belt there's a curved, wide-bladed rapier with a plain-looking hilt, likely not of drow make. He apparently has a couple of daggers and perhaps other hidden weapons as well on his person.

Narzen is calm most of the time, preferring to be still and watch his surroundings, thus making all the movements he does make to stand out somewhat - provided he wants to be noticed. He prefers an eye contact when talking to people, apparently considering everyone around him to be his equals, although playing by the norms of society when necessary doesn't seem too difficult for him.

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Note: I'll update this as more is revealed, especially concerning combat tactics.

 
Dxzauvrinn
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 06:14 May.05 - Re: Characters
Dx'zau'vrinn stands 5'0" tall and weighs 97lbs. He has deep black skin and slightly slanted, lifeless, nearly white, icey blue eyes. His features are sharp and haunting, but very handsome. His wavy hair is pearly-white and cascades down slightly past his shoulders, though sometimes he plats it into dozens of thin braides which is his current style. His slender body is tightly muscled and his arms are well corded though whip-like. He wears a adamantite gorget around his neck which doesn't quite conceal a gray scar running from ear to slightly pointed ear on his throat. Any tattoos or other scars he may bear are unseen due to his garb. He wears a jet-black cloak that fully envelops his small frame when he chooses, high black boots, tight black leather gloves, a fine spider silk black vest, and a finely crafted mithril mesh chain shirt. Sheathed upon his belt is a magnificent steel rapier with an elaborate caged hilt and a wickedly curved jambiya.


 
ZaiDizzen
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6' 0" tall Drow stands with broad and sturdy shoulders. His weight brings to a close 121 lbs, which makes him one the few other drow measured at that height. His head is shaven except for the silver hair, which is long and braided, based at his skullcap. He wears a mask of fine black silk stiched onto one side is a silver spider, when the mask is moved to the side or taken off, scarred scross his face is a cruder version of the spider.
The scar doesn't hide the fire in his eyes.
At first glance it looks as if Zai wears a pair on Mithril gauntlets, but a clooser look one would notice the they are actually replacements which add to his weight. They are carved with many and elaberate runes of old elvish. Towards the midarm are a set of blue saphires.
Like most Drow, he has a trained ebon body. Corvered in a loose fitting black velvet shirt with violet trim. His dark breeches are also loose fitting but not enough the hinder movement. His belt is covered in pouches, and smells if one gets close enough.
Besides the hand crossbow hanging at his side there are no other visible weaponry.

(barrison_delarmgo@hotmail.com)


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Nathrae
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Provided there's enough light to see colours later on...  

Nathrae is a tall (5'4) drow woman of slender built and even obsidian skin.
Her expression is most often slightly ironic with her silvery eyes betraying some cold amusement. Her long white hair is pulled back; the upper strands are divided to three thick tails that are held by ornately ciseled, matted silver slides at the back of her head. The rest of her hair flows freely to her shoulders and reaches mid-back.
She wears a wide black cloak of heavy spider silk, that's intricatly embroidered (in different shades of grey) along the hems with some decorative stylized spiders. The gown underneath is made of purple brocade silk, it is a sleeveless long overcoat she wears on top of slim fitting black nubuck breeches, that are tucked in knee-high, soft, black leather boots.

There's a thin belt around her waist, with some well crafted pouches of different size to both sides; a sheeted rapier dangles from the belts right side. Any other equipment must be kept in her slightly worn, black backpack.

(I'll surely alter this description by time)


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Coldwyn
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 10:44 May.07 - Re: Characters
Zhadristan Myxim is quite tall for an drow elf, with a hight of 5’ 5’’ and built like a willow, weighing only around 97 lb. He has wiry muscles and a very fit built. Zhadristan keeps his white hair cropped brutally short to the skull. Zhandristan has has a slightly emanciated face and body, looking as if he had been starving for a while and not quite recovered yet. He has scars covering his arms, torso and face. He wears elven chain mail cut in the classical drow way and keeps his kris longsword short at hand. Hanging unused from his elven chain mail are a chain hauberk and a chain veil to cover the lower half of the face..
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Zanan
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Nata'al stands at about 5'8'' and is quite strongly build, even for a Drow female. Nonetheless, she walks around with great agility and care, as if she had trained her body's every movement to perfection. A slight scar mars her otherwise beautiful facial features, trailing a thin line from her left eye vertically to her chin. Most of her long white hair flows freely around her shoulders, just about a handful has been worked into an equally long tail.
Her stark white eyes make it difficult for observers to detect what she actually looks at, a circumstance she more often than not recognises with a wry smile.
Right now she wears a blackened mithral chain shirt, which extends into some sort of a mithral skirt that leaves her legs partly uncovered.* The scabbard of her longsword is tied to her back, her left arm usually covered by a jet black and apparently sharpened buckler. A couple of daggers loom out of her boots' shafts.
As opposed to many other females, Nata'al doesn't seem to wear any jewellery apart from one long earring in her right ear, obviously made from obsidian.

*Just check the female shown http://www.3rdedition.org/merricb/Underdark_sm.jpg' target='_blank'>HERE to get the impression.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.

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Vezellek
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Standing at 4'9" and weighing in at 84 lbs Vezellek is a rather standard sized female drow. Her bone white hair flows down to the middle of her back and is kept in three braids. Despite her eyes having the commonly found red pupils, they contain a sign of cold wisdom. The muscles of her body are sleek and althetic, giving an impression of great agility.
Taking a look at the clothes she wears you notice that it all seems to be a bit more worn then you'd expect on a female. It fits more to the wear and tear you'd see on somebody that is out in the wilds of the Underdark. She must not be as typical a female as first thought. The leather armor she wears is dyed black and appears well made. At her left side you can see a sling strapped next to a small pouch and a dagger just in front of that. On her right side you can catch a glimpse of what appears to be a short curved blade of some sort. Her cloak has a faint spider web design embrodiered across it in spider silk.
All in all Vezellek appears to be a bit rougher and wild then one is used to seeing from drow females, even despite her common generic features (hair, eyes, skin, height, weight)

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Foxfire
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Right, so there are Vezellek, Zai'Dizzen, Nata'al, and Narzen yet to get their share of the loot, then? Okay, I'll get back to it later tonight...

 
Zanan
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Yep ... and don't forget Zhadristan, who made sure no one surprised us during the fight  

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Foxfire
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Damn! I knew all those names with Z's in them would get me confused at some point...

 
Coldwyn
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 11:39 Sep.11 - Re: English Drow Campaign Orga
*g* Thought so, too.

If somebody wants to shoulder that burden, he can take over the character for the time I´m too busy for this campaign. Damn, I´m trying to import this thread to the new boards as I don´t want running online-RPGs to be lost during the transition, so I´m working hard so you all can play on.
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Foxfire
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(I fixed Narzen's last post... take note of the different share of coins now.)

 
Dxzauvrinn  04:00 Sep.15 - Re: English Drow Campaign Orga
still around. This been very busy lately. I will update my charater very soon. Probably tommorow sometime.

 
Zanan
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Vendui folks!

This is the DM's standard question: "The fight is over, the loot divided, what next?" It is your turn to do/say something  

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Foxfire
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Okay, I guess it won't hurt to simply assume everyone has now taken what they wanted (as in, the details can be looked into later if and when needed). I'll get back to business soon enough.

 
Zanan
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Just in case ... the scout has got some info and he could/should drive the thing on a bit.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Zanan
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Ah well, lads and lasses, I totally forgot this ... just to let all the onlookers and readers know how multi-cultural we are, maybe we should give at least the places where our alter egos dwell, shouldn't we?

Your part-time DM's alter ego resides in Berlin, Germany.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.  

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Zanan
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Oyn ... if you want to have two options, post them just here.  I'll check what is available to her and write the stuff accordingly. Thus the main text is not broken with seperate possible options/actions.
Of course, this does not mean that I will post in the main text alone. You can write most of the stuff yourself, obviously. Only the "If's and But's" should remain here, if they are seperated by lines, dots or the like. I hope that was not too confusing, was it?

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Foxfire
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[Does the orog priestess look dead now? If she still seems to breathe, Narzen stabs again. Otherwise he attacks the nearest orog still standing.]

 
Dxzauvrinn  23:19 Aug.12 - Re: English Drow Campaign Orga
Do any of you have the 3.5 books yet? There are some important character changes in the books and also some great new updates/revisions.

 
Foxfire
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Mine should arrive in the next few days (today if I'm lucky) and the SRD has been up for a good while now anyway. Perhaps the question should be more along the lines of, "does everyone want to convert the characters to 3.5 and what does our good DM have to say about the matter"?


 
Zanan from another place than Home  11:06 Aug.13 - Re: English Drow Campaign Orga
Depends on the changes ... I won't object to in-class changes .. as in bard 3E -> bard 3RE.

Feats, well depends.
Spells, I still favor the 3E.

I only have SRD's and that won't change for the forseeable future.


 
Foxfire
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(I was lucky!) Narzen doesn't have much to convert, but I'll send a revised character sheet for approval anyway. That is, I'll do the math and prepare a list of things that would change for reference and to get in touch with the new rules myself, and whatever on that list you actually want to change can be looked into later, aye Zanan?


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Dxzauvrinn  17:37 Aug.13 - Re: English Drow Campaign Orga
::sighs:: I would love to change and update my character, especially after skimming through the new books, but I'm afraid I do not yet have them, nor will I for quite some time. Sadly money is tight for be right now. : (

 
Zanan
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Just download the SRD's then  the work just fine for the time being.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Oyn
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The closest I am to having 3RE books is that my girlfriend has them (but we don't live together *sigh*). From what I have read I have no problems with converting. I'll do conversions and send a revised char sheet. Off to download the SRD's now.

 
Zanan
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watch out for changes in equipment though - cloaks / boots of elvenkind for example ... (just +5 on hide and Move silently)

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.  

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Foxfire
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Of course we appreciate it. Processor cooler, eh? Well, at least that's easier to switch than the box cooler that went kaputt in my machine... it needs to be given some push with a screwdriver before it starts to spin. (Kids, don't try that at home!) But, at least it keeps spinning once started. For now. *sigh*

 
Zanan
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Vendui! I am back in business, even though my GeForce 2 isn't working probably as yet. At least all is nicely coloured and everything seems to work normally. I'll get those orogs into trouble later tonight.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Zanan
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Away we go ... check the Würfel-Forum -> English Drow Campaign thread for your results, I guess only ZaiDizzen had some baaaaad luck with his MS attempt.
Right. As we have done so far, you describe your next actions, I roll for it as well as the orogs (yes folks, this is just a check how this all works on-line  - no escape route whatsoever) and tell you about the outcome.
Reactions or more detailed descriptions of your characters actions may follow afterwards.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Foxfire
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Righty, but I take it that the numbers at Würfel are without modifiers? So, who actually goes first?

 
Oyn
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So adding in modifiers Vezellek got these results...?
Initiative: 12 + 4 = 16
Hide: 8 + 14 = 22
Move Silently: 5 + 4 = 9

Just wanted to make sure that our modifiers are being taken into account.

 
Zanan
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Well, it is pretty easy. I have both your and thze orogs' stats right here. You describe what you are going to do, I'll will check at which time you will do it and write up a short summary of what happens, as for example the missed Move Silently attempt by Zai (the orog rolled a 17 + 5 on his Listen check behind the DM's screen anyway.) I forgot to tell you that the first initiative roll is meaningless, since you are all "readied". I just have a complete column to copy & paste here and put it into the Würfel Thread.

Do not tell your "friends" of your numbers please. It keeps the flair and reality mark at a higher level, IMHO.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Zanan
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Just to add something ... houserule-wise  
Just as with critical rolls, I tend to use fumbles. Thus, if someone manages to "roll" a 1 as his attack roll, I will roll again and if the score is 1 - 3 again, the chara will drop the weapon (or whatever he used). Standard rules for getting the item back in the next round do apply.
If a character has more than one attack per round, all attacks after the fumble (regardless of the second fumble-check) are lost due to regaining either the weapon or the composure. Agreed?

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Dxzauvrinn  20:13 Jun.22 - Re: English Drow Campaign Orga
You are the DM Zanan. What you say goes.

 
Zanan
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Sorry for the dealy ... the PC where I spend the last five days wasn't up to this board's technology. I'll continue over the weekend.

Ust, usstan elgg dos ...

Cease this tirade, take a breath, and think, then you will realize, enemy of the Dark Elves, that my concern for your well being has always been, at best, limited.
 
Coldwyn
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 11:20 Jun.30 - Re: English Drow Campaign Orga
*g* I won´t fire poisoned cross bolts in a melee when I´m not having the slightest ability to use ranged weapons, so please excuse my inactivity in this fight so far....
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