<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/73/DarkElvenMage.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gausseari<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Encampment at the Requested Spot<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>All<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>3<br/><strong>Free Action:</strong><br/><strong>Swift Action:</strong><br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong><br/><strong>Move Action:</strong><br/><strong>Feats or SA used:</strong><br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None (PG rating).<br/><hr/><br/>The Drow had been keeping tabs on the situation on the surface, always on the look out for opportunity. Hordes had risen and broken on themselves, usually viewed as simple tools to wield against their foes from the shadows with other races bearing the brunt of blood and death for the causes of those who stayed hidden in the deepest spots of the world. Plus it did pay to cleanse out the riff raff productively occasionally. That's what they told themselves at least.<br/><br/>The growth of the Horde hadn't attracted any more attention than any other at first, until the leader proved that it was indeed different. Elfbane had proved too resistant to manipulation, too powerful for assassination, and with his control over the camp even if they could get an agent in a position to do so now it was far too late to be worth while. With the direction and strength, the unity as much as could be expected, that had been enforced the dark elven nation had little choice to but either uncharacteristically cooperate or be left behind.<br/><br/>Whatever the majority of the great city eventually decided, Gausseari could see an opportunity and went to the forefront before the matter had even been debated below to secure her own and her family's place in the horde early. If it paid off the spoils and political advantage back home were worth the risk. The arrogant drow had to<em>shiver</em>serve and cooperate with proper humility, as disturbing as it was. Still, with the horde as it was deference was the only way to advance and following the warmaster of the horde would be the only way to achieve her own aims. It felt alien to work with rather than command the green skins but one had to do what one had to do in order to make it in the world even if that meant following orders and maintaining uncharacteristic humility when it was required.<br/><br/>The others that had gathered were unusual to be sure although she didn't spare them much of a look at first, giving a respectful nod to Cynica even if it turned her stomach a little to do so.<strong>"As you wish."</strong>She said smoothly. The orc woman was attractive, for a greenskin, with the lust burning in the throat almost feeling palpable in the air. With any luck she would never find out if the rumors of just what went in her tent were true. There was little choice but to follow behind the warmaster's wife to what was hopefully going to be a productive meeting.<br/><br/>Most of the others gathered didn't get a second glance although she frowned slightly when she spotted another dark elf in their midst.<em>Someone else come to secure a place early? I was hoping for the infighting to last for longer before anyone else thought to take direct action.</em><br/><br/>She wore her finery for the meeting, although it was admittedly for herself more than anyone else, with the revealing but ornate cloak and webbing of the thigh high boots, teh small covering to maintain modesty with her ornate belt, and her torso mostly revealed whiel her arms were covered with dark silk and gold decorating her body in a display of traditional drow beauty.