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 Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:34 am
Nedala Torath
Nedala stayed a while longer, listening to nothing and watching everything. When she grew bored as the feast began to end and break up (nearly a fourth of the men on the low trestle tables were passed and snoring next to their drinking glasses) she pulled up the cowl on her cloak and turned to go. It was interesting to see the humans in their natural habitat so to speak. They're like animals in a zoo. Better then playing the same game of cards or finger dancing for the umpteenth night in a row; it got old after a while. And it wasn't often that she got to see a human who didn't fit right. Or for that matter, it wasn't that often that she got to see a human without a slave collar around its neck.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 1:12 pm
Shenkt was undoubtably, the last man standing in the room. all of the nobility and the knights lay scattered around the room, sleeping, vomiting, and sometimes a combination of the two. Not too long ago Horus was last seen walking out of the room with a knight in tow. Shenkt wondered if she would have sex with him, or consume him. Sometimes she did both. Those were the sotires that disturbed Shenkt the most.
Shenkt made his way back to his chambers, thinking about what Horus said by the stream. Shenkt frowned when a human woman came up to him and offered her body for money. He wadnered through the halls ofthe palace, keeping his thoughts to himself. He figured he liked... well, he didnt know what he liked. That might've been his problem.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:04 am
Nedala Torath
Nedala smiled darkly to herself when she saw Shenkt wandering down the hallway.
"Lost? It's a big place."
She detached herself from the wall, a shadow from a shadow; drow had the uncanny ability to blend into the darkness. He was lucky that she'd drawn the watch that night, rather then someone else; if he'd kept walking, he'd be at the door to their barracks. A foul place to be, for a human. They'd've killed him for entering in a heartbeat. Nedala raked blood-colored eyes openly over Shenkt and wanted to laugh. These fools see only what they want to see.
"Dressing a elf like a dwarf makes not a dwarf; you're not royalty."
He was clean, true, but his hands were calloused and the nails bitten, and his stance was all wrong, and Nedala was willing to bet that he didn't know half his letters. He would make a terrible mummer.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 6:35 pm
Shenkt jumped at first, but then composed himsefl once he ssaw no immediate threat.
He shrugged his shoulders and let out a small laugh. "Alas, you have found me out, my good ma'dam. I was born to a low farming family close to the capitol, and it was in my youth when i joined the army that I grew ranks." He took a small step forward, trying his best not to seem threatening. "My good lady, to what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?"
(Hey, I dont think Demon's going to post in Kotg, he wont put a book down that hes been reading lately.)
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 8:15 pm
Nedala Torath
"From foot soldier to lordling? I would think that Slynt would have recognized one of his own men. He is a fool, but not blind."
Nedala dropped a hand into her cloak, grabbing at the hilt of her dagger. She did not like people moving towards her...especially people she doesn't know. When Shenkt stopped, she pulled back off of her hilt, but kept her hand inside her cloak. She ignored his question as to her identity.
"Why would anyone risk their necks for a night at Slynt's table?"
[Okay, I'll edit my post. That's a shame. Y.Y I was looking forward to another member. So many of these rp's are just 2pp, or less. Lol.]
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 7:44 am
(yeah, Ive also been trying to recruit people, the only problem is Ive been gone so long my old friends arn't on anymore. )
Shenkt raised an eyebrow, feeling a little uncertain at the turn of events. Horus wasnt here to back him up if things got nasty.
"Again, my lady, you've found me out a second time for a liar. It put me to shame, i must say." Shenkt lowered his head in mock embarassment. "Alas I was never a soldier, just a wandering fool." Shenkt raised his head up slightly to see her reaction, then carried on. "I would not lie a third time, my good lady."
Silence. shenkt looked around the hallway, then back to her. "Life should be what a person makes of it. If I can make myself a noble, and them a fool: nobility goes hand in hand with foolery, my lady. You yourself dont carry yourself like a noble, though im no expert on drow and dont presume to be."
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 8:50 pm
Nedala Torath
Nedala smiled quietly at Shenkt's apparent change in attitude. Acting a lordling to a peasant from being caught in a lie? This one was not meant to be a deceiver. He'd be a fool if he didn't lie again. When you came from a tribe among dozens of others tribes, all full of people sharpening knives to sheath in your body to reach a higher standing, a higher rank, deception and the ability to read it became a life skill. Literally.
"Nobility among the drow is much like common folk among the drow with the singular exception that you are born with a target painted on you."
She was starting to like this strange human; he was a fool, but a witty. He knows his courtesies; a few sessions with him, and we might even make a proper thrall out of the man.
"What do your people call you, human?"
[Ditto ditto.]
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 9:11 am
"Shenkt the Wanderer," Shenkt made a slight bow. "My lady. Being a drow must not seem as wonderful as stories make it seem; but then we ask ourselves if the grass is greener on the other side of the mountians."
Shenkt showed a tooty grin after that.
"Have you ever read 'Jilliard's Philosophy of Wanting'?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 7:30 pm
b]Nedala Torath
Nedala laughed quietly; it sounded like glass tinkling as it shattered.
"It's wonderful; but you have to be careful. They try to kill you because they want what you have: power, wealth, lands, armies, whatever it may be."
She left it unsaid that anything, even living in perpetual fear of assassination was better then being human. She shrugged at Shenkt's question.
"I've never even heard of it. Should I have?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 4:14 pm
Shenkt laughed. "Nither have I." he tossed his head back. "I just thought of it as a conversation point. "Im glad to have someone to talk to that doesnt complain that the wine is not of a certain vintage, or that their food is cold even though the cook had to run it across their ten-acre estate." Shenkt eyed the drow and her built, yet slender body. 'Why do other ceatures facinate me so?' Dusin thought to himself.
"Ah, but killing you will not give them what they want, if im not mistaken. Unless in that part of the world you keep what you kill."
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 10:09 pm
Nedala Torath
Clever little human, isn't he? This Shenkt the Wanderer was getting more and more interesting by the sentence. Nedala shrugged lightly, the shoulders of her cloak lifting and falling in a manner that suggested everything and nothing at all.
"In partial, you're correct; they'll strip my corpse and are entitled to my belongings in my House...but there, their claim ends. Our wars are many and often only in pursuit of power...but what else are wars fought for?"
At least we're honest about it. Not all sentient races could claim as much. Nedala rubbed the side of her nose slowly, thinking. Abruptly, she reached a decision.
"Can you fight, Shenkt the Wanderer?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 1:22 pm
"I can hold my own." Shenkt said shrugging the question off, then realized after his modest response he was wearing orcish battle-armor.
"Is there something you need a fighting-person to attend to, my lady?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 5:49 pm
Nedala Torath
Nedala smiled briefly, her lips tuning up and the smallest hint of her all too white teeth in an all too dark face. Do I ever need a fighting task attended to? It was hard to remember the last time that if she didn't take care of the task herself that she didn't require swords to solve her problem.
"Always. The Emperor has called me back to the *capital, for assistance of some kind."
"Bribed" was a more apt word then "called," since he didn't really have any power in the desert where the drow ruled. All it had taken was sixty-thousand gold pieces, raw leather enough to clothe a small army, water, food, wagons to carry it all, and close to two thousand new thralls; House Torath's slaves were quite...used up.
"Join us. It'll be...fun, no doubt."
[*Not quite sure what city is the capital.]
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 9:44 pm
(Lepecheum)
"Ah, er." Shenkt was quite at a loss for words. It was all to... unexpected. He thought then about Horus, and what she would say about it. He actually had no idea what Horus would say to an imperial visit. "That is a most gracious offer, my lady." Shenkt cleared his throat. "I, uh, you see.." Shenkt trailed of looking for words. /I absolutely hate cities!hate hate hate! If it wasn't for you actually i would have never been curious enough to come here!/ Shenkt yelled in his head. /And what the hell is a 'thrall'? Is that like a slave?!? I dont want to be a slave! As pretty as you are - well, yes you are pretty - I dont want my freedom taken away by you, or some government. Pah!/ Shenkt only smiled and looked as if he was thinking really hard.
"My lady, if you'll excuse me, other then your wonderful company, what would I gain from going into the heart of the empire, a place that is only complete hypocrisy?" Shenkt did his best to not sound rude.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 10:19 am
Nedala Torath
The human's impotence bemused Nedala, causing her to smile again. Searching for a gain? He could be a drow. She scratched the back of her hand, removing the itch that was bothering her.
"What's this? A male who doesn't live his life by the whims of his c**k? An occurrence that is even rarer then you would think. As it would happen, I've been promised *Heartsbane for my 'service.' I'm sure there's something in it for my men...and you as well, I'd think. Should you decide to come."
"Heartsbane" was the name of the legendary sword of the hero, Azor Ahai, the hero who slew the great Red dragon Klidennom; supposedly Heartsbane prevented Azor Ahai from being injured by Klidennom's fire as well as bursting into flame itself. It's powers came at a high cost, though. For thirty days and thirty nights Azor Ahai had labored sleepless at his furnace, forging a blade in the fires and chanting the spells that would make it strong. Heat and hammer and fold, heat and hammer and fold until the sword was done. But when he plunged it into the water to temper the steel, it shattered. Since he was a hero, it was not in him to shrug and let the sword alone, so again he began. The second time took him fifty days and fifty night, and the sword seemed even finer than the first. Azor Ahai captured a lion, to temper the blade by plunging it through the beast's red heart, but once more the steel burst asunder.
Great was his woe and great was his sorrow then, for he knew what he must do. A hundred days and a hundred nights he labored on the third blade, and as it glowed white-hot in the fires, he summoned his wife. He bade her to bare her breast, telling her that he loved her best in all of the world; she did as she was told and Azor Ahai thrust the smoking sword through her heart to temper it. It was said that her cry of anguish and escasty left a crack on the surface of the moon, but her blood, soul, strength, and her courage all went into the steel.
[*Obviously she won't get it, since there's no legendary weapons allowed.]
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