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A Rest From Routines
Topic Started: Thu Oct 2, 2003 1:09 am (323 Views)
Varila
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Varila held her glaive in a horizontal position, poised as she had practiced with wooden poles and smaller spears when she was a child. Then, the dance began. Her glaive swung about gracefully, and then she turned around as if facing a second enemy, like she had in the war, when she was a child. Despite everybody else's controversies about a child helping in a war, let alone a girl, she had been a spy, as in that time, she had usually been frail due to adversity.

She sat down with one knee drawn up to her chest, and then looked up to the starlit sky. Nobody else was around at this time of night, let alone in a ruined city. It seemed as if whispers were attempting to utter their history, but their dimmed voices were just out of reach. They dissipated and Varila stood up, ready to go, when she heard the sound of distant footsteps.
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Athiyk
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The footsteps belonged to a young Drow, whose very long white hair was pulled back out of her face. She had been wandering, rather lost, but then found a large ruined city.

Her eyes were hurting even from the pale light of the moon, but she ignored the pain. As a Drow, she had been taught to respect pain and that pain made one stronger. At least the light wasn't as harsh as the Sun, which she had to be careful to avoid, lest her white eyes would go blind completely. After a few months her eyes would adjust and then she'd be able to go out in the sun, but at the time being, Athiyk would have to stick to the night like a vampire.

Athiyk was wary, afraid that there might be bandits or demons hiding in the darkness, her eyes peircing it easily, yet seeing nothing.

She was ready to reach for any of her weapons in an instant if it came to it...
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Varila looked in Athiyk's direction, but her eyes seemed near useless in seeing anything more than ten feet away. It wasn't just the darkness either. An aura seemed to hang over this place, and it tried to drag her down, wrapping tendrils of fire around the negative energies that flowed through her veins. "I should be careful," she said softly to herself. "There's somebody watching me, and I know that he or she doesn't mean well."

Four skeletons rose up at her bidding, carrying rusted scimitars and crude clubs. One carried a longsword. "Stay near," she muttered softly to her servants, as they looked about with blighted eyes, given sight only through the negative energies that were focused into them.

Even with the dead following her, Varila felt that it wouldn't be enough to stop whatever was out there. No matter. She had her own methods...
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Athiyk was tense and worried. Fear coursed through her veins, but she could not let fear get the better of her. She sensed something near and something unnatural.

Praying to any god or goddess that would listen for protection as she drew herself into the shadows, blending almost seamlessly into the blackness of the shadow that was cast by a crumbling building.

Athiyk reached down and drew her scimitars, hiding the gleaming silver of the swords in the dark, making sure that the moonlight would not catch the blades of Xar'Zith Streea and Shadovar, revealing her position.
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