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Posts: 148 01/31/07 6:04 PM NPC Host	Tags : None PAGE 1 A word of a slave never means anything to their drow masters, unless of course the slaves word can hurt a rival and it doesnt even have to be the truth. Am I a slave? Society in the Underdark says I am; Sshamaths laws say I am a servant, and I say I am what I am. I need no title to feel important. This little book, this journal, is a testament to my true feelings on what I can never say aloud and if it is ever found and read my mistress I am sure can find a way to burn it of falsify my wordsand thatthatI would have no other way. So why write at all? Wellit was a gift from my mistress. When we first met I could not read or write and I talked the speech of the streets. She educated me. I know it was for her purpose and interests, but it was still a wondrous privilege to have access to things that were only reserved for the rich and nobility. Life is colorful and so I write it down. Truly though I write to keep a documentation down for my mistress. She is an extremely private woman who would never write things about how she feels because it is a weakness in our way of life. She does not even know that I write about her all the time, so why do I if it is against customs and her wishes? Because she has taught me that if you wish to make a difference you must sometimes forge a path away from the same old road. If she should ever forget herself I want her to have this as her pool of memories and show her that she made a difference in my life. She took my insignificance and molded it to importance. Took my daily chores and made them exciting and unveiled my ignorance to bright and shining enlightenment of different cultures and places. I still am prejudice of many people and their ways though. I am drow and I do not claim to be good or nice. I am far from perfect and my opinion may not matter to many but they do for her. Who is my mistress? A woman who I will cover in detail when my time alone allows; the name: Xullrae Zauviir. This is only my perspective, but as I am the only one she confides in most often I will relay events and dialog as accurately as my memory can recite the words and commit to parchment. This isnt much of an introduction, but not all beginnings are grand. I just hope Xullrae will not kill me for this, but rather see it for what it is meant. I am Dilyl her devoted and loyal cohort.
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Posts: 148 01/31/07 6:05 PM NPC Host	PAGE 2 Didnt I mention that not all beginnings are grand? I have no dates to write down for they are not important, as was my life at the time. I know I was born in Sshamath in a tunnel system in the Darkwoods, both my parents were rejects. How they survived I do not know nor care. My father pick pocketed and begged for money until a knife was thrust into his throat. My mother worked in a brothel in the city core and died of some disease that she had no money to get a cure for. I watched both parents die with numbness. They did not love me. I was just an extra pair of hands to bring in more coin to feed their habits. I had to clothe and feed myself and I killed my first person before I was even four feet tall. He thought because my mother was a whore, I was one too. I remember feeling the rush of satisfaction when he shrieked and his eyes popping out as I sliced at his groin. The hot sticky blood on my hands and the slippery piece of flesh I held was empowering. No longer was I my fathers sympathetic tool sitting in my filth along the curbs of the Bazaar, using my short lived innocence to feed his hunger. Babies are cuter than underweight adult drow after all. I didnt make a good whore. I didnt even like men and I wasnt pretty. I had all the right equipment but I was too awkward, so the money I did earn usually was meager or was taken to repay damages to clients. I had a very bad habit of hitting back. My mother usually paid for my misconduct so I was thrown out with just the clothes on my back. I didnt see her again until years later; her bloated and contorted body was dumped nude in the Darkwoods main waterway. The last thing my mother provided me was coin for her good conditioned teeth. I had no knack for thieving. It was a subtle art much like a whores seduction. I was more direct and often just took what I wanted by force. People are more apt to give you anything if you beat their face in enough. I had siblings, but I was no mother or a provider and as far as I know they are dead. I even had monks approach me for my style of physical fighting but their ways were too strict for my already hardened spirit, so I bypassed law and enlightenment for blood and money. I fought often in taverns for those who would grope me, so I became a bouncer, but after breaking the furniture too often I was sent to a trader of the arenas and became a gladiator, but never made it officially because while I was good, my battles were not flashy enough to keep the crowds entertained. So I was paid to leave since I couldnt be killed. Someone though appreciated my style because I began getting secret offers to protect the rich or noble bloods. My methods for killing were quick and quiet so I would also get jobs to eliminate folks. Paid great, so I ate well and began see the varying prices for life, but the more gold offered the more dangerous the task, yet it never mattered because I never saw death as a fear factor. I never cared for religion or politics so I never questioned what came after death or could I make my life better while I still breathed. Survival is a basic instinct and back then that was all I was, basic. But life has this funny way of changing all the time. Mostly it is quiet and little, so insignificant that you flow with it without taking notice. What was natural can become unfamiliar in a split second however and before you can react things are already different beyond recognition. Simple turned complicated the day I met Valas Zauviir. He was a wizard who proved his power by overcoming me when he gave me a murder task that I demanded payment up front and he denied me. Normal bullying tactics did not work and none of my attacks hit him, but when he began pain magics on me, he too noticed that it would not work so we came to an agreement. He was an apprentice to a conclave member that ruled the city, but was in danger of losing to a bitter rival. I did the task and it almost killed me. Normal people would have wished it so, for after it was done Valas refused payment, held me in place with a spell and then called the law. I was pinned for the murder of a wizard. Looking back on it now, I am thankful that Valas used me in his schemes. Because of him unlocked the chain of events that changed my life forever and opened my eyes to a whole new world. Doors had opened and all I had to do was step right in
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Posts: 148 02/02/07 1:44 AM NPC Host	PAGE 3 So my first door was a 6x9ooops. Hell, all I knew of the law was killing a wizard meant death. My word over another wizards, and a high standing one at that was like Lolth reconciling with Corellonit wont gonna happen. With my death a sure thing, I accepted it without a struggle. I was already wounded badly by the wizard I had killed and I was tired. All I wanted was sleep, maybe death would be easier. But like before I was a plan in someone elses plot. Oh it was a cell I landed in alright, but not the Conclaves. Instead I met the only standing Matron of Lolth in the city, Laele Zauviir; Valas own mother. A smart, handsome woman who had my life in her clutches. Death would have to wait. She healed my wounds and offered me a deal. If I became a priestess of Lolth she would absolve me of all charges and I even could become her daughter. I had no illusions; I knew this woman wanted to use me against Valas and I wasnt a young thing no more, I was going to die anyway, why not prolong my life a little longer? It was too good to be true of course but my only other option was to die right then. I agreed and for the next decade of my life was renewed. Maybe it was more but it was a long time. It was hard to fake being able to read and get someone to do my writings without notice. I would listen to the books being read and memorize what was said and relay it back upon command while looking at the book. If anyone did notice, they never said so to my face. Magic was hard. I had no spark for it. None. I received failure on my arcane reports, but that was okay because I was to be a priestess. I passed with flying colors with the martial classes. I was deemed most promising and lethal with my body. I didnt need a weapon to hurt someone; my foot, arms, and other parts did the job better. The way of the divine was tedious but I obeyed the doctrines, learned the prayers, knew the rituals, but I guess I was a fake. I didnt believe in Lolth, but honestly I think it was because I didnt understand how spells worked. I mean I could get a spell off once in awhile, but it was too rare for my teachers to notice. I did learn that nobles are a superficial and trivial lot. They took for granted the basic necessitys I had to fight my whole childhood and half my adult life to obtain, but instead of being angry and bitter I laughed at how foolish I was in my youth. What had I been fighting for all this time? The answer: Nothing. I was just desperate. I had come all this way just to become like my parents. The path was different, but the end result was the same. I was desperate to just stay alive. It is the same battle everyone spars in, but thats all I was doing. Now before I bore myself and any readers with depressive dark thoughts, let me skip ahead of my dull training to what sparked zeal in my dying spirit. It came in the form of a tiny, scrawny, knobby-kneed waif and she called herself Xullrae. Her strange hair got her in fights everyday. Some she started, but most times the older girls, even women would torture her. They would slime her seat with ooze and she would be stuck to the stone. Sometimes long enough that she would go to the bathroom on herself, or she would pry herself loose tearing skin off as she left. She never cried, not even when they beat her bloody and set her red hair on fire. There was always a glow in her amber eyes that just grew brighter with each beating, each prank and every hateful word. I never cried either, but I was numb. Xullrae was determined and I had never seen such passion before and never again since her. She was the smallest in the academy but what she lacked in size she made up for it in her mind. She was brilliant and from the last fire starter to her red head caused the whole academy to be set ablaze and parts of the Zauviir compound as well. The group of girls that constantly picked on her were all found dead in the aftermath, burned to husks. One was found glued to her seat, two were found with their hair shaved and slashed, others were beaten with the skulls crushed or their faces smashed in. Unlike me, I distinctly remember Xullrae smirking when questioned by Laele on how the fire started. The little tyke shrugged with singed hair, half bald and blistered from burns as she said, My hair combusted spontaneously. I thought it a sign from the Spider Queen and didnt put it out. I am alive, so if it was normal shouldnt I have died and I alone? My whole body should be consumed and turned to ash. Yet I stand here speaking before you now Mother. Others lay dead and the school in smoking ruins. If that is not a sign of favor then color me white and call me elf. Laele nodded looking over the boney child and after months of repair, Xullrae was elevated to acolyte. I didnt know if it was the lie that got her notice or the killings she did. One thing was certain though, after that day the smirk never left her lips and bodies would leave the grounds once a week but if it was all her I cannot say, but I do know she was left alone from then on and became my greatest competition over the next four years.
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Posts: 148 02/02/07 7:11 PM NPC Host	PAGE 4 Counting back the years it took me twelve to reach my final stage to be a daughter to Laele. It usually takes twenty so I was told, so I guess I did pretty well considering I had nothing to start with. My first task was the written tests, which I cheated on and to go through a few days of different field assignments to document skill levels. I was their top student for seven years. I even bested Laeles five daughters, showing that I could indeed hold my own if I belonged to the house. That was my second test. I wasnt to kill them if it could be avoided but they could kill me, so the point was to pass their tests individually. Dhaunae was the youngest and she was lovely yet looked so much like Valas that I thought it was him. She asked me five riddles: 1. A beggar's brother died, but the man who died had no brother. How could this be? Simple: The beggar was a woman. 2. When I'm used, I'm useless, once offered, soon rejected. In desperation oft expressed, the intended not protected. What am I? The answer: An excuse. Ive heard lots of those from those who didnt want to be hurt. 3. Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it? A burial site or coffin. 4. A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three rooms. The first is full of raging fires, the second is full of assassins with loaded crossbows, and the third is full of displacer beasts that haven't eaten in 3 years. Which room is safest for him? I tell her the third because the critters need to stay alive, in three years theyd be dead. 5. While exploring the wilds of Underdark, Wild Man Rax was captured by hostile gloura Oodie, the powerful chieftess of the fairies told him he could make one final statement which would determine how he would die. If the statement he made was false, he would be boiled in water. If the statement were true, he would be fried in oil. Wild Man Rax found neither of these options to his liking, so he made a statement that got him out of this seemingly impossible situation. What is the one statement he could have made? Trick Question, but here ya go: Wild Man Rax said: "You will boil me in water." The fairies were faced with a dilemma. If they boil him in water, which would make his statement true, which meant he should have been fried in oil. They can only fry him in oil if he makes a true statement, but if they do, it would make his final statement false. The fairies had no way out of their situation so they were forced to set Wild Man Rax free. Briza and Faeryl I had to fight together. I came out with broken bones and they came out with nicked ears. They were too pretty to maim. Ginifae was fat for a drow but she was my toughest opponent. She drugged me with her weapon and I blacked out to find my nude body tied to a slab. To pass I was to beg her to let me go. I passed but because I did not beg sooner, I lost my reproductive organs in a painful operation that I was forced to remain awake for and watch the procedure. Ginifae to this very day scares me. Umrae was the easiest. I had to eat her, and if no one gets it fine by me. It was much tolerable than a man. By the time I had finished with the sisters word had spread of my accomplishments. I was avoided. Not only had I defeated them but I had killed Valas opponent. Everyone feared me but one, Xullrae. We never spoke but whenever we met she always tried to fight me. Id bust her lip, shed spit at me. If I disarmed her she would cast a spell. If I knocked her down, she would get back up. I never met anyone that was so relentless in trying to defeat me. She couldnt and yet I couldnt kill her either. She was too fast and when she began slowing down shed run away and I couldnt find her afterward. She always ambushed me but I had the strength to stop her attacks and disrupt her spells, yet she had the agility to get away and hide well; which upset me because with red hair streaked white Xullrae should have been an easy spot. Four years this went on and in the six years I watched this child, I watched her grow. But she had done the same with me and with each clash we learned something new about each other. I was older by far, or maybe she was older, it's so hard to tell a drow's age, however I had been at the academy longer, so when graduation came I realized I would miss her. She challenged me, kept me on my toes, and reminded me I was good but not the best. I was thankful and I knew she would succeed, however I remember feeling shock when I was led into a chamber and told to kill whoever was within. If I could I would complete my Rite of Passage. With my prize in sight, nothing could stop me, until I saw red hair. Xullrae was my opponent to kill. She had put some meat on her bones, her legs were longer. She was still short, but there were tiny curves, where she had been flat before. She was still a child though and I wasnt going to lose. The whole battle took a day or so I think. Xullrae never ran this time and her eyes were pinned on me the whole time. She was eerie. The girl never said a word, not a scream of rage or pain as I wore her down. She was taking the fun out of our dance. She calculated me and began blocking my hits. Her dagger I avoided, she was fast with it and had cut my cheek when I tried my usual disarm. My fists and feet were failing me while her flips and tumbles were gaining ground for her, but there was sweat beading her young face and so I slowed, letting her hit me with all her strength, she exhausted herself fast after that. Then I twisted her arm behind her back, making her drop the dagger while I grabbed it, she kicked me. I pulled her down and stabbed her thigh. I heard bone crunch and that was the last thing I did. I dont know how Xullrae twisted her body like she did, but before I knew it I was struggling for air as her legs squeezed against either side of my neck. Her ankles were crossed and I could feel her muscles constricting. I did what I could and twisted that dagger viciously in her thigh and then pain ripped my throat and I couldnt breathe. I had been too focused on making Xullrae feel pain that I failed to see her throw a hidden dagger at my exposed throat. I fell back wheezing and I saw her yank it out of me, letting me go to fall backward. I could feel my blood leak out of me. It felt weird to be dying... and cold. Xullrae leaned over me, a hand going over my throat. I began gurgling, sure that she was choking me when a warm liquid entered my mouth. My vision blurred but I felt warm again as I fell into darkness.
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Posts: 148 02/04/07 3:02 AM NPC Host	PAGE 5 I remember opening my eyes and wondering where the fuck I was. I thought I was dead, but I was in the prettiest room I had ever seen and the bed I was laying in felt so soothing to my sore body. I thought it might be heaven but I didnt believe in that and plus what in the world did I deserve to get here if it was heaven? Then Laele and her children, all seven, came in the room and then I knew I lived. There were her pretty daughters, manipulative Valas and a pretty boy I had not met yet but he was a brother because Valas and he looked like twins. I was informed that I passed and to get ready to don on my robes of a priestess. I felt confused. Xullrae had won and was alive and well while I passed out, so how did I win? It didnt make sense. I remembered that battle, it was the best one in my life, one I lost to and for the first time ever I cared. I cared that Xullrae was not there and I realized that I was concerned for her and the truth poured out of me like a gush of water. I confessed to cheating on writing and faking to read and of course, I lost the last fight. I never said Xullraes name, I was afraid, not for me but for her. Something happened to me as I passed out during my dying moments. I remembered that feeling of warmth. It made me feel safe and I never had that before and I wanted it again. Then Laele smiled a smile that made me uneasy for its intensity. She said she knew that Xullrae won, but she saved me and so needed further testing; the test of Lolth. My mouth went dry and a weird feeling gnawed at my belly. My training at the academy taught me those that failed those tests were turned into the disgusting drider. I pictured Xullraes face on a large distorted spider body and nearly lost my nerve. I should have been relieved it wasnt me, but I couldnt. I never did anything with my life except take peoples money for anothers life. I lived where I should have died many times, but this time it was different. My life was given back to me by Xullraes hands yet she never got anything from me. She had fought for years to beat me and she did, but she didnt end it, she gave it back with nothing demanded in return and now she faced a punishment more horrible than death in a drows eyes and I know I shouldnt have cared, but that is what struck me, that word care. No one ever showed me kindness before, no one cared if I died, no one ever did anything without wanting something back from me and for the first time in my life I was overwhelmed and humbled. I took my new rank in silence and the next few days passed in a haze. As the ceremony was approaching (which was basically a party to celebrate leaving the academy) I was summoned to the main audience chamber and my eyes deceived me as Xullrae stood beside Laele in priests robes, unaltered. She had passed but my relief was never expressed as I was stabbed in the shoulder, and then kicked in the head. I tried to retaliate but with the matron and her daughters on me I was beaten with hands, feet, and snakes while the robes were ripped from my body. I was not a daughter of the Matron, Xullrae was. I didnt care, the title went where it was deserved and I could die content now that Xullraes perseverance paid off. I was so proud of her, something I never felt for myself. I stilled my quivering flesh and waited with a smile. Laele must have seen my lips move because she told me I could live if I obeyed a daughter as a servant would. I could only do so if I was chosen. It was a joke and I would die in disgrace, but I think it surprised everyone in the chamber when a soft dusky voice called my name for the room went real quiet. I never heard her speak before but I know it was Xullrae and without looking up to reveal my gratitude and awe I crawled on my hands and knees to her feet and kissed them. Twice she saved me, but this time she was getting something. For many years I served her quietly and over the years I have given her loyalty. It hasnt been easy for either of us but I feel blessed to know her. She is a woman of many faces and I have fun unmasking each one.
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Posts: 148 02/07/07 10:48 PM NPC Host	PAGE 6 So I have laid bare my beginning, both of them. I admit that many times I thought myself a pansy for changing from the brutal blood thirsty uneducated beast that I was, to a more reserved, articulate, and refined predator. It would be so easy to blame Xullrae, but why? She did nothing to me. I made my own choices; all she did was let me make them. She let me keep my independence and if anything Xullrae grew close to me and through that I became close to her as well. If one thing had to be said to describe her, Id say Xullrae is infectious. I choose the word infectious because no matter what she does, intentional or not, good or bad shell grow on you. I dont know if its her rare colorization or if its her personality but whatever it is, a person will find themselves looking or drawn to her, even if they dont want to. Love her, like her, hate her, it does not matter youll still watch her or listen or even think about her and the feeling will spread with each encounter. My servitude was quiet mostly, as Xullrae never really wanted anything to do with me. It was as if I were actually free. I just had to wash her clothes and make her bed. She had others to cook her meals and tailor her garments, but she would always dress herself. The rest of the handmaidens would whisper about it, saying it was strange all the other children got dressed, groomed and even bathed by others but not her. They thought it was weird and not noble. Not me, Xullrae had a walk and bearing that was as regal as her new mothers and the fact that she wanted privacy was warranted. Everyone stared at her or whispered behind her back. I remember right after we were dismissed from Laeles presence that we went to Xull'rae's apartments and as soon as she closed the doors, she told me I could go. Xullrae then stripped and right away I noticed her bloody leg and the wound in her thigh was festering, the wound I gave her. She was not a highly qualified priestess then but I didnt move to help either. She didnt even limp, but each movement was causing the wound to ooze blood and puss. She asked me what I was still doing there and that I was free to go. Free to go. She offered me a chance to get out right there, to run and get away from the service I was in. No malice, no motive, no trick. She gave me the tiniest smile and her eyes did too and while I watched her clean the wound, I thought on it. Here I was, given a choice to leave and go back to my empty life of fighting and killing or stay here in the unknown and face something new. As she got a kit out I asked her if I could stay, she asked me why. I replied that I was going to die out there alone, if I stayed here with her at least Id die with someone. As she took out the needles from the kit I thought she was going to sew up the wound but instead she began making a pattern over it. I sat watching in fascination as she worked on it while looking at me. She said I owed her nothing and that friendship was death. I didnt care, so I shrugged and told her that anything was better than being alone. We all die anyway, why die alone if you could share life with others. Isnt that what she did for me by sparing me? Xullrae was quiet for a long time as she picked and pierced her leg but I remember the statement she made. She only said it once and never again after that but it burned into my memory and became the dogma I lived by ever since. We all die, but the manner in which we do is how history can define us or forget us. To be forgotten is not living. Make your mark and make it well. The truth is not something everyone can accept but you cannot bury it either. This makes half truths invaluable in developing what face you want people to see. History is based on facts you leave behind, a half truth. The complete is yours and yours alone and dies with you. She never explained what that meant, but looking back on it now, she never was going to. It meant something to her, but it was different than my perception. For me it meant living my life how I wanted and not caring what others thought and if that meant dying because I didnt do what certain groups wanted then shit on them. I liked Xullrae and I decided to stay because she noticed me. I felt safe around her. However, I was not so changed that I cared for the people that I had killed. Ive had no regrets for those lives I took. They made their choice to face me and met the consequences of my violence. Even those that Xullrae asked me to kill; I did so even if they offered me deals to spare them because I gave it thought. Xullrae never threatened me to end their lives, never commanded me, she asked me. Would I? Yes. My choice. I could say no when she asks. I dont know what she would do if I said no, but my point is that Xullrae lets me be useful to her by being myself. I am a killer and I sleep just fine. I know that if I die or if Xullrae is taken from me that I will have the memory of someone who cared about me and accepted the truth about me. Never once has she judged me. By the way Xullraethat wound in your thigh; you made it a spider, filled it with white ink and transformed your scar into a tattoo and claimed it was for Lolth. You always can take the bad and make it good. You took what was meant as a punishment for kindness and changed it into something beneficial for yourself and favored in the eyes of your superiors.
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Posts: 148 02/09/07 10:07 PM NPC Host	PAGE 7 What does it mean to be different? Is it treatment by others that create the label of the word? I have never understood labels. I dont see how they make a person feel better about themselves, it is just a fear they cannot face. People who are different scare society because deep down they know it can happen to them too and then does that mean they will be treated badly as well? Here I am uncaring and I am named psycho and yet Im deemed worse off than the people that care about what other people care about. What sounds more insane? I dont know because I dont think there is a definite answer. The day of graduation made me get all philosophical just now. I dont know much about other cultures but the drow are a very insecure race. If you accomplish something you have to stay on top or be torn apart by those that covet you and what you earned. They simply cannot appreciate what they have. See that word simple? It does not really exist in the drow psyche. No, drow have to make things as complicated as possible. That day made me glad that I failed as a priestess and admire Xullrae Zauviir all the more. The day started with an argument between Laele and Valas that ended with a new patron and the disappearance of one handmaiden of Xullraes. I kept a close eye on the red head after that. I knew that she was a target and I did not let it pass what the family had done to me, but I learned quickly that despite her age and frail look that Xullrae was more than prepared to cause a bloodbath. She carried an arsenal of daggers and put them in places that surprised me and gave me a new view on tight elastic skin. The one she clenched between her butt cheeks still makes me feel uncomfortable. Xullrae was a pro on how stately she sat; it looked effortless. She dressed alone as usual and chose the best clothes though she tried to stuff certain areas to give herself more shape than there was. It was all very cute but it did backfire on her. Men did not come near here and the women laughed at her. Her sisters embarrassed her, but to her credit Xullrae remained calm and seemingly unaffected by the whispers and outright insults. She mingled, she danced, she socialized, but she also drank and thats what started the trouble. The sisters spiked her drink and it made her wilder. When she passed out they moved her to another chamber. I couldnt get in, but I heard the screams of other women and saw the broken bodies of some; torn apart at the legs and vaginal areas, shredded by something not humanoid. I heard a retching noise and an angry roar and then Xullrae covered in blood and vomit being thrown by this huge demonic thing. She hit the wall with a loud thud and I thought she was dead. When the demon left I went to her and checked her vitals, she was still alive but her left arm was broken, her clothes shredded and her little vagina looked puffy around the outside, but no blood. She was not forced all the way. Apparently the demon wanted a full woman not a girl half way developed, or maybe it didnt care to be vomited on. I lifted her easily and brought her back to the main room of the compound. It was empty accept for patrols so the family quarters were not an option. I left her in a corner to go get medical supplies from the temple. It took longer than I wanted because I didnt know where they were or what to get, plus there were traps to deal with. When I did return, Lesaonar, Laeles second son had discovered Xullrae. I hung back and held my breath. I heard rumors about the House Weaponmaster and behind every rumor there is a sliver of truth within and the last thing we needed was him sounding the alarm, followed by an execution. I was ready to kill him, but I was not certain I could before he struck at Xullrae. Lesaonar approached her slowly but his stance said he was ready for her, yet what happened next surprised us both. His hand reached out to her and I could tell then he meant her no harm, but Xullrae was hurt, disoriented and scared. No words I know could describe her flexibility and speed and the fact that she was intoxicated only made it more astounding that she did not kill Lesaonar. She was in a squat position and the next instant she had the dagger that she had hidden and pounced on him. She made no noise as she lunged on him, but her face was full of rage. She was aiming for his stomach but Lesaonar blocked it and got his hand sliced for it. And before Xullrae attacked again, he had her by the wrist, twisting it. Xullrae still fought him. I watched Lesaonar and his eyes were studying her but there wasnt anything menacing in them. I should have stopped him but as a fighter myself I felt compelled to honor this battle and stay out of it. Ill tear out your eyes with my bear hands, Xullrae said through clenched teeth. No man or demon will force me to bed them ever! I will have sex when <i>I</i> am ready! Lesaonar said nothing as he began dragging her back to the party. She kicked and screamed. It was not one of her greatest moments, as her dignity was being violated without violence. Even I didnt know how to react to that. Lesaonar ignored her completely until she bit into his wounded hand hard enough to tear more flesh and draw blood. She ran, he took off after her and I followed. This lasted for an hour. Honestly I think Lesaonar had listened to her and deliberately did not catch her. He looked just as exhausted as Xullrae but he did offer terms of truce. Im not here to hurt you, he said. "If I was, you would be dead. But you have an obligation to go back to the party. It is held for you. Im not going back, Xullraes voice sounded so clear and obstinate regardless of her quivering body. I dont want a draegloth baby. That is a great honor and a blessing of the Spider Queen, responded Lesaonar gently. Then fuck Lolth and fuck you! I passed my training, earned my title, killed countless people to get here. Those bitches put me in there hoping Id die, she screamed at him. Youll have to catch me then kill me before I go back there. Id rather die by your hands than satisfying them by dying how they want! Im too tired to chase you. How about a truce? Lesaonar suggested. A truce? Isnt that a deal? asked Xullrae, looking suspiciously at him. Yes it is, but its more like taking a break for a long time from doing something you dont want to. I dont want to chase you, and you dont want to go back. I propose that you not tell anyone I couldnt apprehend a child and I wont snitch that you did flee the party. How about it? Lesaonar shrugged and gave a wink. Im not a child, Im a priestess, Xullrae corrected him with a sheepish look. Then forgive my transgression Jabress, Lesaonar gave a graceful respectful bow and then caught a collapsing Xullrae. I followed as he carried her into her apartments and I made myself available to him within minutes after their arrival. He never addressed me so I dont know if he had had known I had been watching. He dressed her wounds, had me clothe her and then he dismissed me, I watched as he stayed with her until the family returned. He stroked her red hair and moved her white lock from her cheek back with the rest of her mane and then left her to rest comfortably in sleep. He left with a smile that I can say held amusement. The next day, sick as she was, she still made a face of serenity and presented herself to her mothers summons. I listened from the doors and I had to contain my laughter when Xull'rae was asked to explain her absence. Xullrae stated that she spotted a suspicious stranger and followed him. He headed toward the actual compound so she got Lesaonar and they handled the intruder together. Lesaonar never verbally confirmed or denied the story but I heard that he presented evidence to confirm Xullraes lie. She infected himand years later, Lesaonar is still defending her.
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Posts: 148 02/15/07 5:23 PM NPC Host	PAGE 8 Xullraes arm healed nicely as did Lesaonars hand. After that night they were often seen together, or at least close together. It disgusted a few of the sisters and oddly enough, their relationship really bothered Valas. The only one that endorsed the closeness was Laele and I often told Xullrae that the woman was up to no good but Xullrae said she knew, not to worry about it, and that she would use it to her advantage. The next two years went by without the typical drama of drow life. Oh sure there were many attempts on Xullraes life, those that she did not thwart were nipped in the bud before they even came to fruition by my hand. I had her back and Lesaonar had her front. She was safe, but something in the drow blood always invites trouble. In those years I came to know certain things about Xullrae. She is very open. Whether it be males or non drow, Xullrae always had a great tolerance for them. If they were to be beaten she would do it and return later to see if their wounds were set or healed, giving them a warning to stay away from trouble and her or that next time they could invite death. She wasnt good, for shed always steal from those that she healed instead of asking for payment. She gained favor with Laele quickly, but in doing so I noticed that Xullrae had an unwholesome attachment for gems and a great fear of the Phaerimm. She made the temple go into debt for a time by buying from the Jacinth Rose too often, like everyday. Laele was furious with that and Xullrae lost favor for an entire year. In an attempt to dispose of Xullrae permanently, Faeryl hired a phaerimm to handle her while out shopping. I never in my life saw such fear and panic enter a person as what Xullrae displayed. She ran screaming, the phaerimm so disgruntled from the attention she brought failed. I found her later, huddled in a ball under her bed. It took her hours to come out and when I questioned her on it, she punched me in the face and beat me. She broke my nose and cracked a few ribs and left me there. She told me to never mention it again or shed kill me. I dont know if writing it down is mentioning it, but Ill take my chances. I never learned where the fear of phaerimm came from. They are certainly ugly and quite fearsome and the only conclusion I can make is that something horrible happened to her as a small child, but she never spoke of her life before she came to Sshamath. Then the dreams began. Shed snap upright or stand up in cold sweats. Shed confide in me the dreams were dark and shadowy; filled with masked faces and an alluring voice calling her name or whispering to her with eyes that changed colors like the gems she so loved. I didnt know what it meant, but it scared her, so much so I had to lie beside her bed from then on. Later we both realized that it was more than just nightmares, for in the months that passed the dreams were more frequent and clearer until the compound was attacked by a small army of masked men. Xullrae did not fight them she avoided them until they were defeated. Many were killed and those that lived were given to Ginifae to experiment on. Xullrae would creep down below to have a look at them and she said they were the same masks in her dreams. She spent quite some time with the leader of them, healing him for Ginifae and one night she coaxed me into helping her release Solaufein. Whether it was the dreams that influenced that decision or the first kiss she had I cannot say. I dont think the dreams stopped but she didnt say anything more about them after that. At least she wasnt afraid anymore. But after the release of Solaufein, Xullrae became more interested in gaining her Matrons notice. To begin gaining favor with Laele again Xullrae began taking care of herself more. She groomed her hair, let it grow out and watched what she ate. She took interest in looking good and bought the best clothes and even took up exercising every day; a ritual that she never stopped and still continues today. The result was a small girl transformed into a ravishing young woman. I remember it never dawned on me watching her get naked or dressed on how full she had become until she picked this short little outfit. It had a purple top that hugged her bosom and left her sides bare. It covered her midriff and connected to a short black skirt. The one piece complimented her curves and also gave a nice view of the muscles that she had developed. Xullrae was hard and soft, and all I could think was DAMN shes hot. I had seen her naked and dressed many times before but it took a complimentary outfit to make me aware of her change. I never looked at clothes the same way again. Im not an expert on beauty and fashion but Xullrae has a good eye for both. I wont describe it, Im not good at that nor do I wish to bore with the frivolous details. Maybe it was her hair, it was thicker and longer, but whatever it was it struck fast and over those two years she had molded that beauty. Everyone noticed her more. Life became more exciting, some would call it harder, but Xullrae and I agreed it was more thrilling. And it came in the form of a drow male named Veszaun.....
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Posts: 148 02/19/07 1:35 PM NPC Host	PAGE 9 While Xullrae was trying to gain favor she put forth the money to get me trained. She wanted me skilled and ready to handle danger. But she didnt tell me what to study, so I chose what I wanted to be. I went from the simple urchin off the streets, to a brutal killer, so assassin seemed a very logical choice. Killing became an art and the shadows became my weapon. Apparently I drew notice from my peers and I was referred to become a shadowdancer. It was a fine choice because the shadows and I were already great allies and now I could bend and mold them to my desires. Assassin and Shadowdancer, those were my specialties, but Xullrae was not satisfied. She explained to me that I should not turn my back on what I was before. Learning, she said, was a never ending process and there were new things to know. I didnt even know what I did had a name, Xullrae called them Warblades and recommended I try out the Swordsages too since they were similar. I trained in stances and different maneuvers. I could use weapons but I always did love to fight unarmed unless I needed a quick blade to stop my foe quickly. Eventually I dropped the first two and just persued Warblade. The day Xullrae met Veszaun I was not with her, but it was the day I was allowed to dress her. I remembered that because it was her first social party since graduation. She put her hair up in a bun and covered the top of her head with a trendy headwrap to hide her hair. It worked well because you couldnt tell what color her hair was unless you paid attention to her eyebrows. Plus with her lovely face it was doubtful many would catch that detail. I was training when Xullrae left with her mother, sisters, and an entourage of guards. His name was Krenaste back then and Xullrae remembered him because she told me he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. I never saw him so I didnt know what to think. I thought Xullrae was just having a girlish fancy, but he sounded charming with the story she told. Xullrae had spotted him trying to steal Umraes purse, but her silent motions to get him to stop ended up grabbing everyones attention. Laele called her guards upon the boy and Xullrae said he moved like a dancer and his ability with the sword matched Lesaonars. The fighting caught the attention of the city guards and Krenaste was arrested and spared from death by being thrown in prison. Xullrae was bubbling with laughter at the names and jeers he threw at Laele. Things like Suck it bitch," and You're lucky they came along, or I'd be slapping my cock on your forehead right now. Xullrae had me go and keep an eye out for him, but when I saw him he wasnt so pretty; he was beaten, bloody, and heavily wounded. I then noticed the guards watching his cell were Laeles paid men, so when I relayed this back to Xullrae she had me track down Solaufein. Surprisingly Solaufein was not hard to findI think he found me, not the other way around. He came with me and he and Xullrae hatched a plan to release the wounded prisoner. I dont know how it worked but it did, and Krenaste was freed, which he then intelligently fled the city much to my girls disappointment. Things took a turn the following year. Xullrae finally gained Laeles favor by combating the entire group of sisters and defeating them. Though in truth Lesaonar and I helped in this, but we did not let ourselves be seen and it had the desired effect on the Matron. It was a great test in my training and I was glad to see her pass because of it. Of course Lesaonar turned himself in and admitted his play in it but Laele never asked him if others were involved so I stayed safe and Xullrae was elevated to favored daughter for turning the most loyal child against the rest of his sisters. A few months later I caught Xullrae conversing with strange men about Laele in her room. The other handmaidens were dead and before I could hide I was lifted in the air and slammed into the wall by something unseen. I thought it was a spell but there was no charge in the air and no hands moving or chanting made. And then I felt the inside of my head explode as my thoughts and memories were being assaulted. Then it stopped and the men left and I fell over feeling wrenched and exhausted. I remember Xull'rae saying, You are safe now Dilyl. I will not do that again, I promise. You are my most loyal companion, but I had to be sure that you would not tell Laele or her daughters, not even Lesaonar. When I recovered enough to ask what she meant, Xullrae had gotten me some water and we sat down on her bed where she massaged my head. Her gentle touch felt so good and soft. She carefully explained that she was from House Oblodra in Menzobarranzan. When I said I didnt understand the significance of that name, she relayed that they were the only drow psions to exist. I was about to ask what psions did, but then it fit together, the unseen force that pinned me and the mental fight in my head was her talent. With such power hidden away I was surprised that Xullrae did not just dominate everyone, but she said she wanted it to remain a secret. The Oblodras were brought down by being too open with their gift. Xullrae was born with this power and the first time she unwittingly used it as a baby it caused a part of her copper hair to turn stark white from the stress and strain of releasing the built up charge. When I asked if that was what she was hiding and why she used it against me she replied, It was the quickest way to kill you without touching you, cause of death would be a mystery, but that is not what I was attempting to hide, it was the men. They are Darkmasks, servants of Vhaeraun, Lolths son and enemy. My dreams led me to them. Wed all be killed if caught. I understood, but I didnt get what these boys wanted with Xullrae. She was a priestess of Lolth, but Xullrae had ideas. She wanted to help males, Lolths way was discriminating. I didnt care. Religion was always complicated business to me, but if thats what she wanted to do I told her Id help anyway I could. Somehow someone found out about that day and while Xullrae and I began our trip to the Aleanndar compound to strike an alliance for Laele in Menzobarranzan (complete with guards, supplies, and gifts, which Xullrae readily accepted) we were attacked by a group of Phaerimm a few hours after we left the city. Xullrae bolted like before and I and the guards stayed behind to fend them off but I was overpowered and the guards fell quickly and if Xullrae had any chance of living I had to flee and hide to run after her. I dont know what happened after that but when I finally found her, she was unconscious and in the arms of a handsome drow. He wasnt hurting her other than touching her hair, but when he began to touch other parts I made myself known and ready to fight. He was ready too with a thin, rapier-like sword pointed at me. He asked me if I were with the phaerimm while I went into my Shadow Hand stance saying he needed to release the Mistress to me. He laughed and asked what kind of mistress was she? I didnt answer at first, but when he put the sword to her defenseless body and I saw the pieces of at least one phaerimm lying around us, I gave him Xullraes name. He darkened at Zauviir but he looked her over again, studying her face and ended up grinning. It was strange but I didnt object. I offered to help tend his wounds but he suggested we head back to Sshamath instead. When I tried to inspect Xullrae, he clutched her to him like she was something of his. Powerless I just led the way back. He was talkative and we exchanged names and other idle conversation, but it quickly turned to arguing after I noticed he was getting tired from holding her and that she was sagging dangerously. He began taunting me and I kept trying to take her. The noise and movement must have roused her and her groan stopped us. She noticed Veszaun immediately as Krenaste and when he tried to sway her she smiled, a smile that made me frown for its inviting nature. She was welcoming trouble. It put him at ease and they were quiet the rest of the way, even though Xullrae had to shush him several times She brought trouble alright.We got back fine and with smooth talking on Xullraes part Veszaun was ignored even though Laele didnt entirely buy it. At night Id see Veszaun creeping out of Laeles quarters only to end up in one of the daughters rooms but never Xullraes because he had me to pass through me, and Lesaonar when I was training...Those twoknew how to fight and compete, but Lesaonar always proved the better and Vesz was shown the temple stoneworkclose up. with his face usually. Id be in Xullraes service for ten more years and in that time she became a Masked Traitor of the god Vhaeraun, a defender of males behind the scenes, stayed in Laeles favor, became my best friend and Lesaonars most treasured soul. Veszaun stuck around as well. He too became loyal but it turned very dark and possessive as the years progressed. Xullrae had everything she wanted and her newfound purpose was challenging. She was excellent in her new position as Masked Traitor, recruiting many males to the Masked Lords service (as she called the god Vhaeraun); including putting herself at risk by smuggling Sabrar Ssambra out of the Zauviir compound and into the Tower of Masked Mage. But Veszaun was a distraction. She was playing with fire and was about to be burned
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Posts: 148 05/01/07 2:58 PM NPC Host	PAGE 10 Fire is an interesting element; it can provide light, it can warm us, and it can even harm us. Yet it is the most captivating and alluring of the elements and I think it is the attraction of it that causes the dangers. Veszaun Auvryath was one such forbidden flame, but still it was odd to see him doing as much dancing as Xullrae. Just when I would think Xullrae was the moth, she would be the flame and Veszaun would fly to her. They could not be parted so Lesaonar and I adapted to that and complied with the Bladesingers company. Lesaonar gave Xullrae space and I was her shadow. Veszaun didnt like that, but I was not a man so Im pretty sure he was confused on what to do about me. I had seen him kill priestesses, but I wasnt one. I even saw him kill men just for looking at Xullrae, but I wasnt male either. So what did he do? He tried to get in my pants and I must saythat man has a deadly talent. I didnt think myself as feminine until he made me very aware of it. His words I simply blew off but he knew how to touch a person. And I say person because it wasnt just my gender he touched. He felt everywhere and the feeling was delightful. Being so close to him made me want him so what stopped us? XULLRAE. I said she was infectious didnt I? She affected us in different ways. For me I kept grabbing Veszauns pecks. They were big and broad reminding me of breasts. I kept closing my legs whenever he tried to reach for it or dive in and this flustered him. For him, I could see it in his crimson eyes that I was an obstacle for him to overcome to claim his real prize. Soon we realized it wouldnt work, though Veszauns pride wanted answers on why his appeal did not work and I told him in laughter that he needed to wear a dress. He was a beautiful man, prettier than most women even and Im sure if he did wear a dress I could have let my imagination make up the rest. When I returned the question he just shrugged and said that I would be another knot to his belt, but something in his face looked so lost and confused to me and after that it was a shaky alliance between him and me. Veszaun only tried to rape Xullrae once. I dont know what started it and I dont know how he got in there past myself and Lesaonar, but despite the beating I took from him, I got him to flee. Lesaonar on the other hand never let him back into the temple after that and still Xullrae asked him to be spared. Lesaonar listened yes, but he left a lasting impression on the Bladesinger that day and left Veszaun to drag himself away with his blood marred into the stone at the base of the stairs forever. He never attempted on Xullrae again. To his credit, when his eyes got that look he fought himself and won every time. It was like a reoccurring sickness that swept over him now and then, but Xullrae accepted this like she did everything else much to the dismay of Lesaonar. What I dont understand is why didnt Lesaonar put his stakes on Xullrae instead of stand idly by and let Veszaun keeping moving in on his lady of choice. Xullrae was equally attracted to both. My own relationship with Xullrae changed after the attempt on her. She admitted to me she was a virgin at sixty-nine. I told her that I was fifty-one and still no man had ever been in me though I didnt know if I was a virgin because I had many women. I remember Xullrae looking shocked and when I asked her why she responded that she didnt know I was younger than her. I admit that I did look older than her but I failed to see what the big deal was. Then a barrage of questions came at me all at once: Who my parents were, where was I born, how many siblings did I have? I answered them all honestly, but she wanted to know so much about my mother. How tall she was, what she looked like that I couldnt even guess where Xullrae was headed with this topic. I had to think hard on my mother and I said she was of average height, a little taller than my father, black hair and dark brown skin. And then the word halfie came out of Xullraes mouth and then astonishment turned to sadness and just as quickly went unreadable. I guess I was a half breed, but I looked like a full drow. My face had the sharp angles, I was of average height for a female, my hair wasnt snowy white but it was white enough, my eyes were red, and my skin was almost pitch black, darker than Veszaun and Xullrae. My ears werent as long as theres but no one cared to notice. What did it matter that I was only half? Xullrae still bested me, was a faster learner, just as smart and a whole lot wiser than myself. So I was younger, she was still a teen in drow years, I was approaching middle age. But what she told me, floored me. Youll die while Ill have hundreds of years left in me. I always thought.I always thought we would grow old together or at least die together. Well, I said. I can manage the die together part if you really want to. That made her smile but I never looked at time the same way again. A year would go by and a deal between a wizard and a god would be made, with Xullrae as the game piece or maybe she was the prize, but both our lives were about to accelerate and forever alter. The events that followed that pact have had repercussions that still pop up every now and then when both of us least expect it to and I will forever hate and be unforgiving toward the man named Cogliostro.
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