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(OCC - Greetings palyers...hope you don't mind if I join in the fun. Do I need to make a character background for this game?)


A hooded figure sat still a statue at a tabel in the darkest corner of the commonroom. Dim red eyes that resemble s a smouldering flame watched the scene as it unfolded in the Inn. A small sigh was all that could be heard from the figure as a spell of concealment winked the trio out of sight. The figure cast a counter spell of true seeing, but was only granted the outline of the indivduals group. For reasons of not wanting being detected, the shadowy character only used a moderate spell. The concealment spell was much more powerful.

A fleeting thought gave way to the possibility that the counter spell could have triggered an alert to the trio that someone was watching them. But it was too late to back out now. Was the risk worth it? That remained to be seen.

Interesting turn of events; the female stood by while the males to the initiative. I guess I should not be surprised, overall, the drow females tended to reserve their power, while their subordinates exhausted their resources. It worked tri-fold to serve their purposes. One, it provided self-preservation of physical and magical energies; two, it allowed them to gage the skills and abilities of both their perceived allies and enemies; and finally, they could either side with or destroy the remaining victor with greater ease. All in all it was a win, win situation for the priestess.

The hooded figure held its ground for the greater part of the mind attack. The power the male exerted was so intense it was nearing omnipotence. How long could she withstand his forced will. She expected them to use physical or magical attacks and had not guarded herself well against a mental attack. That mistake she would never allow to happen again. Nevertheless, it was too late to prepare for now. Her alternatives were to submit to his will, flee or fight back and she would not ever submit to no man.

If she were to fight him off and win, she'd still be faced with his allies to battle. In her weakened state, she would still be counted the loser. If she were to lose, she'd be enslaved for sure. That definitely was not an option she wanted, ever. Right now, the age old adage of self-preservation was highest on her list. The mind shield that provided her protection from the average mind flayer was beginning to fold under his intense power. His eyes were like two black holes that had no end. As he approached her, for every one of his steps forwards she took two back. Once her back touched the wall she placed her hand against the surface. The concentration the make the wall malleable for her escape would take away some of her defensive power, but it was a risk she had to take.

The fiery light in her eyes lessened by the second, his hold locked them both into this intense battle of wills. It was now or never, she though and threw out a comment that she hoped would distract him enough to break free. "Your secrets were yours, now they are mines to sell to the highest bidder." Though it was never her intent, the impulsive thought was a good one and she may even make a go of it when she did escape him. She memorized the spell and cleared her mind of all other thoughts. Then she dropped her mind defenses a little. The results a was a mind numbing blast of power, that nearly crippled her. She fell to her knees, but was somehow able to keep her hand on the wall. The spell was the only thing she had kept on her mind and even it seemed untouchable for a split second.

Grabbing at it with all that was in her she caught on to the words and spoke the life saving spell. Immediately, the wall softened and she fell through it landing sidelong on to the paved walkway outside the Inn. The spell did not last long and no sooner than she had pulled her feet through the wall had completely solidified again. She chuckled and scrambled to her knees.

"I must get clear of here." She stumbled at first, heading north. A couple of city guards could be seen up ahead, fortunately their backs were to her and they did not see her fumbling into the nearest alleyway. If they had they would surely mark her and take her off to some dank dungeon. She had to stop and regain some of the strength she had lost. Crawling into a dark corner she learned against a wall and pulled out a small bottle of potion, un corked it and drank every drop of its contents. Feeling 50% better she stood her full height, which wasn't very tall at all. A mere 5'4", but still it was taller than most in her company. She heard hurried footstep on the walkway getting closer to the entrance of the alley.

Was it him, did he actually follow her? She was not sure, nor was she going to sit still to find out. Pure instinct controlled her next series of actions. She dropped the bottle, activated her innate ability to levitate and quietly drifted in the shadows, to the 3rd level of the structure beside her. Again she slipped through the wall with the spell. Only one more time could she use it, before the spell was completely exhausted. But it was well worth the overpriced rubies she paid to get it from that magic peddler in the Bizzaar.

She sat on a bed, in an unadorned room and thought, at least I am free and I have a new secret to sell that will compensate me for all my troubles. See, I am not a common thief after all. I am better!