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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 2:53 pm
No Posting unless you are staff. And you'd better have a good reason for doing so. Certed Image here:XXX
"world wanderer"
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 2:56 pm
Name: Treskri no'Amuth "World Wanderer"
Age: 100
Height:5' 7"
Stage: Dalharil
Class: Shebali-Surface Raider
Mate: None
City of Residence: Eryndlyn
Personality: Tresk’ri is a very loudmouthed, over the top friendly female; sometimes a bit too friendly. She loves making scenes as well as using her rather colorful language to outright shock the nobility of drow society. However she does have another side to her; when she is on missions she is the most focused and serious individual there. While she obeys her orders to a t, she also will question orders or the leaders when she believes they are making a big mistake. While this doesn’t earn her many friends, the leaders appreciate her honesty and thoughts and opinions on any situation, seeing as she survived in the surface world and managed to come back all on her own.
Abilities:
Weaponry: Bow & arrows, dagger
Preferences:
Loaths: Grumpy, ill mannered drow.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 2:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:00 pm
Goggles
Bow & Arrows
Dagger
Knuckle Guard
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:02 pm
 Div'eari- He's a fun little fellow. We had some great laughs together and one wondrous memorable night together. I hope I see him again soon. He's probably one of the best friends I have in the Underdark.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:05 pm
 The Sweet Aftermath Three days after meeting Div, Treskri and Div finally have enough and sillyness, cuddlings and teasing ensues. *Div'eari* Fallen Truth Gathering Magical Shrooms Treskri has gotten a job guiding and protecting a poisoner who wants to collect poisonous shrooms on the surface world...who knows what could happen! *Quenar* Byagane319
ArchiveHumor Can be Deadly.. Treskri encounters a must intrigueing illusionist and ends up having to save him from a maddened patron in a bar. *Div'eari * Fallen Truth *completed* Growth Requirements Met: 3/3 Rps, 3/10 Journal Entries
If you would like to start an Rp, please pm the owner.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:09 pm
Entry
Tresk’ri stared out on the dark dwellings of the inhabitants an evil smile playing on her lips. The human village was ripe for the picking, with only one lone guard keeping watch out for the “frightful” night raiders. Tresk’ri slipped from her perch in the branches of the oak tree and rejoined the rest of the group, who was spread out thinly amongst the long grasses of the hillside; keeping low so the guard couldn’t catch sight of them.
Tresk’ri signed what she had seen to the nearest drow who turned and passed the message along. By the time Tresk’ri had realigned her weapons so she could better access them, word had come back from the leader of the raiding party that the mission was a go. With a broad smile stretching across her face, Tresk’ro started forward eagerly, still staying low to the ground. Once she made it to the low lying wall that surrounded the village, the other drow were still at least five feet behind her. She shrugged and scrambled over the stone wall, looking very much like a spider. Then she was inching closer to the guard, her heart pounding loudly with adrenaline. When the guard turned his back to her, she leapt onto him and silenced him forever with a quick slash from her dagger. She quickly lowered the body and hid it out of sight, covering it with several bags and piles of dirt and rubble so it wouldn’t be discovered anytime soon. Then Tresk’ri and the other drow were off to wreck havoc on the peaceful sleeping town.
Tresk’ri quite reveled in her profession and the feelings that raiding gave her. She enjoyed the thrill, the freedom, and the quick thinking it requited of her. Sometimes, whether you can believe it or not, the so called villages were elaborate ruses, set up against the drow that attacked them. Humans would go for weeks, or months at a time to pretend that it was a real village, going about their normal lives just waiting for an attack from the drow, in order to enact revenge against them. Tresk’ri had once experienced one such “false” village, and wasn’t about to let it happen to her again. She would at times, go to the surface world and do scouting ahead of time to make sure that the villages she might come against weren’t set ups.
Tresk’ri had nearly lost her life thanks to one of them, and would never forget it. Her group, having seen her fall into a ravine had abandoned her on the surface, sure that she had died in the fall. When she had come to, half dazed and barely functioning in the hot sun, all she could do was scramble out of the ravine she had fallen into and curl up inside a nearby cave.
For at least seven days her body had fought against a fever brought on from her many wounds. With only stale bread and a few strips of roth meat she had managed to hang on to life but just barely. If it hadn’t been for the rainstorm that had come up on the third day she probably would have died from the dehydration and delirium. The saving rainfall had kept up for a good for several days, allowing her to cool her feverish body and mind and to drink enough to keep her body going, despite the lack of food.
Once her body had recovered and her mind was properly functioning did she explore the cave in hopes it would have an opening into the Under Dark. Unfortunately it didn’t. And she was all mixed up in which way the raiding party had come, since the fever had robbed her of the memories before the fight had broke out.
It had taken several weeks of wandering to locate the site of the battle, and it was then that she discovered that the town had been moved. The thing that had struck her as odd were all the wheel tracks, it was as though the entire town had been ready to move at any moment. It was the humans’ ingenuity that made her curse the sloppy scouting of the drow who had been sent to check out the town. She remembered a bit vaguely noticing that several of the buildings had had wheels when they had forced their way into the village.
From the battlefield she was able to retrace the steps of the fleeing drow, and find the way back to the Under Dark realm. However, she knew just showing up alive would not be enough to get her back in the good graces of the House she had served under, so she decided to do a bit of raiding on her own. Tresk’ri located a real village, and watched it for several weeks, until during a wild celebration she was able to abscond with a beautiful young male to take back to the priestesses of Lloth.
Her return caused an uproar, and celebration. For it turned out she was the only one of the raiding party to actually return with a sacrifice fitting for the spider queen. She was welcomed back into the service of the family she had served and given more authority in any raids that they sent out again. Tresk’ri quite appreciated this.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 8:47 am
A quick note:
I've gotten a job. Thank the stars and sky above! I shall be venturing into the world above once more! Ahh..the wonders and dangers I shall encounter!
It makes me rejoice just thinking about it.
Right...particulars of the job for later reference.
Young Male, Name of Quenar, guiding and guarding him on the surface while he collects mushroom spores for his work as an assassin. Shouldn't take too long. Though..it should be interesting as this will be his first time on the surface. I shall try and break his innocence gently. Though..with how most drow take the wide openess and the nature surrounding them that might not be possible.
I still can't believe I used to be like that. If I had never been forced to live on the surface for that month and a half I would never have gotten used to it.
I'm rambling again. Now to get back to the point.
Have been paid half of my fee, will get the rest of it at the end of the job. Should be no problem keeping the assassin from dying or getting killed off. The area which we are headed is pretty far from the surface elves and the humans. Most likely won't have any problems with them.
That's all for now. I must go meet him in the marketplace at 4. Then to get supplies. I will probably be keeping the journal with me, so I can keep track of everything that happens during our adventure on the surface.
Oh is it good to be alive!
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 11:53 am
Some nights are just better than others.
This is very true of the past few nights I've had the pleasure of spending with a delightful fellow called Div'eari. I happened to be in the right place at the right time and be able to come to his aid.
I guess I was rather fortunate to be fired from my position at that High House. If I hadn't been miffed and disgusted I wouldn't have gone to my favorite bar, the one with the good whiskey. My eye quickly caught a most intriguing fellow in the bar.
It was apparent to me and a few other drow nearby that he was an illusionist. He must have been a rather bored one at that. He scared the s**t out of a bunch of warriors at the bar, with an illusion of a drider. If I hadn't known it was an illusion I probably would have s**t my pants as well. Thank goodness that didn't help. Especially since I don't wear underclothes. My pants would have been completely ruined.
Pretty easy to see where this goes right? Well once the illusion disappeared and the warriors were gaping and glancing around to see where it went the illusionist was unfortunate enough to burst out laughing. Of course this only drew their attention. I could very easily see where it would head from there if I didn't intervene. They would have killed him or just beat the crap out of him.
Needless to say, I probably didn't go about it very smart. But the ending wasn't a bad one. The two of us ended up "playing" around with one of the poor warriors, leaving him tied and naked in an alley way. I heard later that the poor fellow had been picked off by angry bugabears. What a way to go.
The illusionist and I reconvened to a hotel and spent that night and two more doing many amazing and glorious passion filled activities. He might be young, but damn is he flexible and eager to learn! I taught him several new moves for him to use, while he actually matched me for intensity and passion. One of the first males to have an matching appetite for amorous sessions.
I shall remember him most fondly I believe. Ah..Div, it shall be hard going back to other males after you. Of course I didn't tell him this. That would have just fed his insatiable ego.
~Treskri
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