<strong>Ameesril Xorlarrin</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=848801)<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i014.radikal.ru/0806/aa/d5a616ed224b.jpg)</div>Ameesril contemplated on Mistress Iraeuitna Dyrr's words, thinking deeply about it. Ameesril knows that one aspect of Lolth is<em>lust</em>, it's one less known domains of her besides pride, envy and wrath. However Ameesril considers the many blessings of Lolth which come through suffering; birthing and breeding process of draegloths, endure spider venom from one her children's bites, sacrifices of heretics or those who fail Lolth's will. It's rarer sacrifice to sacrifice a drow but it happens regularly enough. Sacrificing a drow is no less swift or no less planned than sacrificing a surface elf, a thought is given to ritual words, exact dagger model and exact torture used and so forth.<br/><br/>So Ameesril does something daring; in disagreeing with Mistress Iraeuitna Dyrr words she replies; "No Mistress Iraeuitna Dyrr, Lolth does not rejoice because we are comfortable. She may appreciate pure unmasked lust as expressed passion as part of sermon which includes a sacrifice. The screams, cries and suffering of the sacrifice pleases Lolth more than just swift strike of knife on sacrifice's heart. She does not celebrate death, she gets her offering given to her by suffering of our sacrifice of her altar. Death just sends soul to her domain where she herself can enjoy tormenting the soul personally. We may enjoy spoils of our victory or celebrate our conquests done under her name, but we should never forget that she delights in suffering, both of our victims on altars and also suffering of her own children; the drow."<br/><br/>With those words Ameesril moves off the cushioned pillow, moving it aside and moving to more traditional prayer sitting pose what had been taught with crack of whips on her backside during first years in Arach-Tinilith as she continues; "There are appropriate moments where you can indulge yourself with luxury, comfort or seek pleasure to enjoy yourself, but as of yet I do not feel I have earned any of such moment yet."<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright"><strong>Taleeryn Symryvvin</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=848207)<br/>(http://img1.liveinternet.ru/images/attach/c/7/96/218/96218253_88b45ae2952d.jpg)</div>Master Taleeryn watches as the freak of the class goes lift all four boulders and goes to the fifth boulder. Smirking already seeing his efforts being useless.<br/><br/><em>Heh, not even dragon's bastard can move that boulder! Perhaps indeed that prophecy will not....</em><br/><br/>But then Jalynfein roared and activated his rage to fully manifestation and he punched and moved the damn boulder! He started growling roll the boulder ten feet and then circle it back and roll back to it's spot while bristling and looking quite angry. He looked also scary but Taleeryn was too much hardened to affected such meager threatening displays. But what truly made his jaw literally drop and send chill his blood was the act rolling the boulder and Jalynfein moving it....and him being freak top of that!<br/><br/><em>Fucking Lolth's tits, I am fucking dead. More dead than that freaking stone that dragon's squirted bastard just rolled!</em><br/><br/>Master Taleeryn considered simply ignoring it, give just pat on Jalynfein's shoulder and call it day for him....but then he realizes other masters may had seen it....and if not...students will talk about it and if he calls them shut up about it, it would just increase them wondering what's going on here! So he could not hid nor cover this event unless he butchers each and every student in the training courtyard now! But doing that also would get him freaking killed! But doing what he must do also may get him killed!<br/><br/>Master Taleeryn is most lowest noble house in drow city, but he has considered himself brilliant weaponmaster and smart....but this dead end causes his blood chill as realization it's his funeral day today likely. So what a drow weaponmaster will do when all paths lead to death? Master Taleeryn steels himself and decides what is his duty as weaponmaster, as Jalynfein calms down from his rage (and couple other students had lifted stones and he had not even seen them doing so), he silently draws his longsword from his sheath. The dark adamantine blade does not glimmer as he keeps it's tip pointed down as he approaches Jalynfein in slow confident stride, staring daggers on him as he approaches. Promising thousands of deaths upon his wretched body and soul and he strikes!<br/><br/>But not on Jalynfein, past him onto the boulder which he had rolled, Master Taleeryn uses his longsword as makeshift scalpel as he makes accurate powerful thrusts and slashes onto hewn stone with adamantine blade which cuts such surface like hot knife cuts rothe butter. Clicks, snaps and sound of slicing stone is heard as he rapidly uses his longsword and once he is finished he has carved onto stone a name;<em>Jalynfein Freth</em>.<br/><br/>Once done with carving he angrily sheaths his longsword and reaches to his pocket....tossing him a single platinum coin he says; "Take the coin and return back to the line<em>freak</em>." Master Taleeryn stares after Jalynfein, as carving and the coin was not all what he must do today...he needs report of the event to matron Baenre herself, that a thousand year ago placed challenge which she herself had declared when she had brought the boulder has finally been overcome but overcomed by a freak?!<br/><br/><em>Lolth has most twisted senses of humors it seems, I hope your laughing now.</em>