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Meditation and Memory
Topic Started: Mon Sep 29, 2003 3:58 pm (246 Views)
Athiyk
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High Priestess of Laoura

Athiyk moved with a deadly accuracy as her scimitars cut the night air. There was no moon tonight, and for which Athiyk was grateful, her sensitive eyes having not gotten used to the harsh lights of the Surface world, even the silver Moon made here white eyes ache slightly after too long.

<span style='font-size:12pt;line-height:100%'>She was standing in what must have been a large court, but has since crumbled, the roof having fallen away with time to expose the silver points of light in the black sky.

The scimitars glinted dangerously in the darkness as they arched and curved. It was like a dance, their master swing them with grace and ease, enhanced by her newly learned spell, Agility.

Inside, Athiyk wrestled with herself. How she missed the beating of the drums and sounds of flutes and tambourines that had once accompanied her blade dances.

Standing in the dimly lit temple, a figure walked down the center aisle to the rised dais at the front of the temple. Others, all Drow sat on the benches, watching and waiting.

The dais was mostly bare, except for the large spider crest of Lolth that hung from the wall. The arcitecture of the building was flowing and dark and deadly, all at the same time.

The figure was dressed in simple, white clothing, two scabbards at each hip. Her extremely long white hair was braided and it fell to her thighs.

She drew the long scimitars, known as Xar'Zith Streea and Shadovar.

Another figure entered the silent temple, this woman wearing simple black clothing. She also had two scimitars and she circled the white-dressed Drow before also drawing her own weapons.

Both took a stance, the scimitars hung in the air, waiting...

Then the music began. A rapid beat played on drums. It thudded through Athiyk's heart. She was eager to fight.

They moved at the same time, the black dressed Drow making an offensive attack that was not as powerful as it could be, and as Athiyk blocked the attack, she knew that Alaya was testing Athiyk's strength.

They broke away and again took a different stance.

The battle then got fierce. It was a game of cat and mouse, feints and attacks. Athiyk was getting tired, but so was her opponent. There would only be one winner to this fight and Athiyk was younger and faster. She would win.

A cruel smile crossed Athiyk's face as she moved in for the kill...


She gasped and pulled herself from the memory. The scimitars had fallen to her sides and she quivered terribly. Athiyk had no desire to remember that moment. That moment where she had given in to the evil nature of her people.

Athiyk was afraid that if she killed again, that same nature would expose itself.

Brushing a tear from her cheek, Athiyk sheathed her weapons and looked around the large ruins that loomed as darker shadows against a dark night.
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