Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC & Character Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 06:49:14</strong>
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				Those with characters already approved may post them here.&nbsp; Otherwise, continue with your out of character plotting, scheming, and squabbling.&nbsp; :P
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 07:03:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: <em><strong>Jhul'ee Min'ee Esril'loth</strong></em>; this means Treasure of, Daughter of, Drow, Lolth. She goes by her whole name or any of the first two names, with the last name added on to one or both of the first two. (<strong>Jhul</strong> means Treasure, <strong>Min</strong> means Daughter, <strong>ee</strong>&nbsp; means of [this implies higher birth than that of <strong>e</strong> ], <strong>Esril</strong> means Drow or of Drow, <strong>loth</strong> means Lolth or of Lolth.)<br><strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br><strong>Class</strong>: Priestess <br><strong>Position</strong>: Matron Mother<br><br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Jhul'ee is rather imposing for a drow, standing at an impressive 5'5". Her hair is normal for a Drow, pure snow white, her skin a lustrous jet black showing how meticulously she takes care of her body. Her eyes are the second thing which makes her stand out, they are purple. Purple is not unheard of but it is rare. <br><br>Her entire appearance, not unlike many females is intimidating and strong, though not often is she seen as she traverses the bazaar. For those unlucky enough to see her notice how much of a warrior she looks yet not, her hair, skin, and clothing, as well as her armor as all immaculate. Male Drow have taken this to be a sign of show and assumed it a weakness only to be cut down moments later by the fearsome High Priestess. <br><br>Her clothing tends to be quite revealing, showing her beautiful and full body off. If not wearing revealing clothing she is wearing armor, a favorite of hers, fine black mithril or adamantine. She carries a shield and a malicious looking sword. Also, among her arsenal is her snake headed whip, a gift of Lolth. <br><br><strong>Purple instead of red eyes and no piercings of any kind</strong><br>(http://i651.photobucket.com/albums/uu234/darkxanatos/DrowLillith.jpg)<br><br><strong>Personality</strong>: Jhul'ee is not average in any means, though many in many things she looks average. Her personality is much less full of rage and uncontrolled anger like her kin; she possesses a much stronger will and ability to control the anger placed into her by her mother. At first it was seen as almost a weakness since she displayed her anger outwardly so rarely but her mother saw the immense value in such control and spared her, realizing how it could be a powerful weapon. Jhul'ee is cunning, devious, calculating, cautious yet willing to make snap decisions, and is a great thinker and has a wealth of knowledge stored in her mind. She is calm and controlled rarely showing her emotions, except a sadistic smile which tends to spread across her face. <br><br>Many underestimate her because she is not outwardly aggressive, often, but she is not one to mess with. Beneath the calm exterior is a Widow waiting to pounce and make a meal out of any who fumble into her web. Aggression she has but the will and the ability to control it as well. <br><br><strong>Driving Emotions</strong>: Jhul'ee lives to serve Lolth as any devoted priestess and female would. Her thirst for power is only matched by her devotion to her dark goddess. Jhul'ee has a great thirst to gain information. She is not a scholarly drow, but information is more powerful than gold to the drow. Information can kill a drow, or bring down a house and much more. Also she is a drow of comfort, loving to have slaves massage her, or to bathe, and so forth. She, however, is very keen to make sure her indulgences do not spell her doom. <br><br><strong>Background</strong>: Jhul'ee from a young age showed a knack for finding out things, and manipulating her siblings. She would send them on 'missions' to gather information for her, and if they got in trouble she would either deny any involvement or would not be implicated. Unknown to her, her mother the Matron of the house, had taken notice to her skills and was immensely pleased at the potential her daughter showed. As the years went on her skills only improved. Her mother made the decision to have her trained as a Rogue that specialized in information gathering and manipulation. Upon her first successful year of rogue training, her mother had a vision from Lolth; it told her that Jhul'ee was to become a Priestess of Lolth and that she showed much potential. After this vision Jhul'ee received the name she is called by now, Jhul'ee Min'ee Esril'loth, Treasure of, Daughter of, Drow, Lolth. Jhul'ee excelled as a Priestess of Lolth, and has used her innate skills to further her goals and that of her house ever since.<br><br><br><strong>Example of Roleplaying Jhul'ee</strong>: <br>A dark shoddy bar built part way into the cavern wall sits in the poorer section of the city. Inside many none-drow drown out their sorrows in a stiff mug of ale. In the corner, a female drow straddles a male drow, the male smiling. <br><strong>So what do I owe the honor of this... special treatment?</strong> The male drow asks smugly. <br>The female smacks the male on the cheek, which only makes him smile more. She lightly grabs his chin and smiles herself.<br><strong>This special treatment comes at a cost...</strong> She pauses to smile wickedly then continues. <strong>... I am afraid. I want some information on a priestess by the name of Uulae.</strong> To punctuate her point with some incentive, she kisses him.<br>The male accepts the kiss unafraid of any poison that could have potentially been laced on her plump lips. He smiles as she withdraws her kiss and nods.<br><strong>Information? What's new.</strong> He chuckles knowingly. <strong>Well information I can do. I hate those self-righteous females, they rule without mercy.</strong> He pauses, realizing what he just said. <strong>Without mercy, self righteous! Ha, aren't we all.</strong><br>Jhul'ee smiles to herself, <em>Stupid pathetic male, you speak in the presence of a chosen of Lolth. We females, we priestesses are Lolth's instruments.</em> She thought about killing him afterwards, but decided not to waste her time on such an insignificant male. Had he blasphemed against Lolth however, she would most likely have killed him where he sat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 18:31:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Omaras Auvryzynge, eldest male of house Auvryzynge. Omaras means 'Tattooed wizard'. His mother, now deceased, former matron of house Auvryzynge, decided upon his birth that he would be a house wizard. Calling him tattooed was a humor at the childs' expense, because the Auvryzynge women have a history of being very oppressive of their males. <br><br><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br><strong>Class</strong>: Wizard<br><br><strong>History</strong>: Omaras was the eldest male child of Felyn'breena Auvryzynge, the former matron of the same house. He was not Felyn'breena's first child, however; Three females preceded him. Sbatafay, the eldest and next in line to be matron, Yaskiira, the most cunning and ambitious of the three, and Luamur'ss, who was several decades younger than Yaskiira and very obedient to the middle sister. Omaras was nursed, raised, and made obedient by Yaskiira, and when she usurped Sbatafay and Felyn'breena, Omaras made no quarrel, and was spared as his eldest sister and mother were killed in cold blood; He did not mourn their deaths.<br><br>This all happened when he was still a relatively young drow, and before he attended Sorcere. Despite his pre-destined calling as a wizard, Omaras was tall and strong, and might have made a very good swordsman if he were allowed to wield. Even so, during his tutelage at Sorcere, the wizard's academy, Omaras learned to wield a sword and to manipulate the Weave, the fabric of magic throughout all of Toril. When he had accumulated enough talent and merit to leave Sorcere several decades later, he was one of the most powerful wizards in Menzoberranzan, and could only count on two hands his better's, including Gromph Baenre.<br><br>When he returned to house Auvryzynge, however, he discovered his younger brother, Marantar, the youngest living child of Felyn'breena, had taken his place as Patron Father of the house, which disturbed Omaras greatly. Not because it was an incestuous relationship... Incest within the Auvryzynge household was fact, and among the Menzobarranzanites, a rumor. He was disturbed because it was his youngest brother, who was only a toddler when Felyn'breena was murdered, and several decades younger than he, a powerful mage and graduate of Sorcere, had become the most powerful male within his own household. Naturally, Omaras was at a crossroads in his life. He had never before questioned the ruling of his older sister, Matron Yaskiira, but he desired her greatly, and saught to usurp his younger brother, who rightfully should have been licking Omaras's boots. But to remove Marantar would go against Yaskiira's wishes... He could either do as he pleases for his own gain, or continue to be his sister's obedient sock puppet. Within a month of his return to Sorcere, Marantar was dead, and autopsies revealed his heart had exploded in his own chest... Of course, Omaras denied any part in his brothers death, and was soon taken as the Patron Father. Of course, Yaskiira knew all along that it was Omaras who had killed Marantar, but it did not displease her that he did so. <br><br>More than a century passed as the Auvryzynge house experienced great favor, highly elevated because they possessed such a powerful house Wizard, who doubled as his sister's stud. After giving her two sons and two daughters, however, the two of them had a sort of falling out. They had never been terribly fond of one another; To love was to err in drow society. Perhaps Omaras lost her favor, or he simply stopped being attracted to her, or perhaps Yaskiira came to resent her brother's power, which was almost an equal to her Lloth-given gifts. This was Yaskiira's own crossroad; Either she could permit him to live and keep a valuable asset to her house, or kill him and prove her power to the whole Household. At such a young age, their oldest daughter, Dhauneari, a student at Arach-Tinilith, only five decades old, was already thirsty for power within her own household. But before any harm could come to Omaras, the wizard made the first move, and made his permanent residence outside of House Auvryzynge. It was not treason to Yaskiira, but it was the closest he could get without inspiring her wrath. <br><br><strong>Personality</strong>: Some drow have blood that runs hotter than the great scorching eye that burned the surface of Toril, but not Omaras. He is always a cool and collected person, even under the most hectic circumstances, and doesn't even raise his voice to his own servants. Their fear of him is earned not by harsh words, but by the pain he inspires in them through magic or sheer brutality. He is perverse, and enjoys the touch of naked flesh, though it is hardly among the abnormal in the Underdark. There is an ingrained subservience about him, but it can only be drawn out by those of a higher station, or those who speak with a very forceful tongue. He cannot help it; It was how he was brought to heel so many times as a child by his older sisters and mother. Many regard his silent thoughtfulness and male gender, and then dismiss him as being weak or oafish; It is much to Omaras's advantage that they undervalue him so greatly.<br><br><strong>Ideology and radical beliefs</strong>: Despite his natural subservient nature, Omaras, over the years, has begun to adopt a school of thought, only preached in the darkest corners of Menzoberranzan,teaches that Lloth greatly favors her son Vhaeraun over the rest of her flock, and that males are the rightful heirs to the houses of Menzoberranzan and that female favor is at its' end. Understandably, he is quite hush about his beliefs.<br><br>(http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/9435/ca0807057219389.jpg)<br><br>Roleplay Example:<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It was midday, according to the red glow at the tip of Narbondel, and Omaras was resting in his bedchamber, deep in thought. A candle flickered beside his bed, a rare sight in any corner of the Underdark. Unfortunately, it was necessary to write beside, for Omaras was penning his thoughts in a journal he kept, and wrote in nearly every day. It was a habit he had picked up in Sorcere, and it had not been forgotten in lieu of his many other habits, which included assassination of his political enemies, finding fresh slaves or whores to bring to his bed, drinking wine until he could not stand, or dealing with his dear sister, the matron of Auvryzynge. Speaking of whom... thinking about Yaskiira made him remember his daughter, Dhauneari, who had paid him a visit earlier. He chewed on the end of his quill, just thinking about her. Yes, she was something special, even at such a young age.<br><br>She might have completely surprised him if not for the slew of magical wards that protected his chambers, in a tower in the heart of the Narboldellyn district. Despite his great power, Dhauneari had managed her way to his chambers mostly unharmed, though she was not entirely unscathed. One forearm was bloody and ragged, and her gown was torn open, giving the father a generous sight of Dhauneari's small breasts and trimmed navel, complete with a ruby piercing through her belly button. He had listened to her quarrel with two giant stone dogs that were positioned down the hall from his door... 'Mastiffs', they were called on the surface. When an unwelcome visitor challenged his door, they sprang to life with the greatest viciousness. Omaras was quite impressed that she had managed to subdue them... The girl was quie powerful, even if she was still a student at Arach-Tinilith. "Daughter," Dhauneari said, lifting his glass of wine in a toast to her as she closed the portal behind her. Blood dripped off her arm, pooling on the floor, disturbing Omaras and his very neat nature. Dhauneari did not seem so amused as he. <strong>"Shutter the lights, Omaras,"</strong> she asked... Or commanded, by the tone of her voice. Omaras bit his lip, to prevent a wide smile from splaying on his face, and put one hand over the tiny flame, killing it, inspiring some pain in him. It was deliberate; Omaras was not afraid of a tiny burn, and welcomed the pain.<br><br>"Dhauneari, you know, next time you come to visit your beloved father... There are ways of summoning me without bullying your way through my defenses." Something he knew about his daughter, besides her power, was her immense stubbornness. He knew that she knew about The bell-rope that would have roused him in his chambers. She perhaps just wanted to test Omaras's defenses, or to test herself against them. <strong>"Too late now,"</strong> she said with a slight scowl, seating herself on his bed. She tore a piece of his fine sheets and began to wrap it around her forearm, perhaps too impatient to pray to Lloth and restore her arm herself. He chewed on his lip, slighted by her carelessness towards his property. Female or male, he was still her superior, though he was only a single rung above her on that ladder. And it was not because he was Patron or perhaps former Patron of Auvryzynge, or because he was the head mage of Auvryzynge, OR because he was her father. It was because he could separate the flesh from her bones with the blink of an eye.<br><br><strong>"Omaras, I come to ask you a... Hypothetical question,"</strong> she started, looking slyly at him before rising to her feet and striding over to where he sat at his desk, still hunched over his papers, the words he could no longer see without the help of the flame. The wizard did not turn to regard her, but cocked his head to the side curiously. "How could I entertain you?" He asked thoughtfully, though there was a backdrop of sarcasm. Dhauneari rested one hand on his shoulder, her firm grip straightening his spine and putting some wariness into his head, but then her other hand fell onto his opposite shoulder and began to knead at his flesh. Despite himself, he relaxed a great deal, even offering a content sigh in return. He knew what she was doing now, knew what she would ask even before she asked it.<br><br><strong>"Father,"</strong> she said endearingly, even though Omaras knew she held no love for her father; It was reciprocated, of course. <strong>"Hypothetically, if Tiriel Baenre offered her body and favors to Gromph Baenre, and in return she asked that the archmage pledge his loyalty to Tiriel when she rebelled against her mother... Do you think Gromph would obey his sister's wishes?"</strong> His heart was beating wildly at his daughter's offer, for it was not a hypothetical situation at all, but a clear suggestion. Dhauneari wanted Omaras's favor in the event that she attempt to usurp her mother, his sister Matron Yaskiira, and she was willing to make him Patron of Auvryzynge once again if she came to power. It seemed like a win-win scenario at first thought... Dhauneari was young, pliable, every bit as beautiful as his sister, and Omaras would be a valuable ally in a coup. But... Omaras knew how stubborn his daughter was. Was he willing to serve under another Auvryzynge matriarch, when by all rights the house should be under male leadership? He doubted any female matron would willingly give her seat up in favor of a male. Perhaps... Perhaps Dhauneari would be much easier to manipulate, or destroy, than Yaskiira. She was much younger, and though powerful, her powers as a priestess of Lloth were still being cultivated.<br><br>Omaras stood from his chair, and slowly turned to face his daughter, his face expressionless. He wondered, if he denied her now, would she try to kill him? A whip was strapped to his daughter's hip, and if she so desired, she could draw it before he could draw another breath. If she wanted to wield it against him, however, he was more than prepared to deal with her. It would be a gruesome battle, and he was loathe to ruin his apartment. Omaras rested a hand on his daughter's shoulder, and leaned in to kiss her on the neck, nibbling on her soft flesh. "I suppose if I was Gromph Baenre," he mumbled against her jugular, "I would benefit greatly if Tiriel was seated into power."<br><br>That was a couple of hours ago, already. His sheets were a mess. Not only had Dhauneari torn them, blood had dripped from her dressings during their wild lovemaking, and the moisture of sex and sweat was all over the bed, the smell permeating the room. He had pledged his support to Dhauneari's coup, but that was just to appease his daughter, and apparent new lover. He was still stricken with indecision... Yaskiira, his sister, who had weaned him at birth and taken him to her bed numorous times, or Dhauneari, a much more impressionable, though sometimes very stubborn woman who was as amorous as she was powerful? It would take many days of deliberation to weigh the consequences of each choice. He smiled as he closed his journal, still thinking about his daughter.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Omaras is partially inspired by Thomas Cromwell of The Tudors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 23:07:48</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jaerenth Na-Oblodra.<br><strong>Class:</strong> Psion<br><strong>Gender: </strong>Female<br><strong>House:</strong> Mercenary for Bregan D'aerthe.<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Cold, calculating, efficient.<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Jaerenth stands around 5'1", with dark obsidian skin and short silver hair. Her ruby colored eyes glimmer with thier own inner fire. She hides her features under a piwafwi made of shadow-stuff, and thin robes of iron strong spider silk. <br><br><strong>Magic Items:</strong><br>Piwafwi (drow cloak) of Shadows - Magically hides her from mundane or magical viewing if she hides inside it. She must remain still while hiding for the magic to work.<br>Ironweave Spidersilk robes - Light clothing with the armor qualities of thick chainmail. Stops most knives, swords, arrows, and other slashing or piercing weapons, but blunt objects like clubs and hammers still do full damage.<br>Ring of Dimention Door - Allows Jaerenth to use Dimention Door as the spell as much as she wants, however, it only allows her to go back to Bregan D'aerthe's base of operations, and back to where she first left. She can only return back to where she left if she doesn't spend too much time. This allows her to quickly inform Kimmurial about goings on, and get permissions and things, as well as get her out of trouble. <br>Boots of Silence -&nbsp; Allows her to walk in complete silence, including everything shes carrying.<br>Casting Gloves (One on each hand) - Each of these gloves holds one object inside the palm of the glove, and allows the item to be called forth into her hand on command. They are called casting gloves, because these variant of gloves allows you to USE a magic item held in stasis in the glove, for instance, activate a wand, or drink a potion, while it is inside the glove.<br>Dorjes with various Psionic powers in them.<br><br><strong>Skills and Powers:</strong><br>Uhh, well, I'm used to Forgotten Realms as a setting for a system game, so I pretty much designed my character as around 6th level or so. About average for Menzoberranzan, if not a bit low. Here is a list of powers she knows, and short descriptions what they do in game.<br><br>Control Light - Adjusts the levels of light in the area, for instance, make it red, or darken, or brighten.<br>Distract - Causes the target's mind to wander, making things going on nearby harder to detect.<br>Force Screen - Creates a psychic shield that floats in front of the psion.<br>Spider Climb - Grants the ability to walk on walls or ceilings.<br>Energy Ray - A minor damage power, but can be of any energy type chosen at the time it is manifested<br>Id Insinuation - As long as the psion concentrates, it confuses the target, forcing them to act erratically, by expending extra power, it can effect more than one target, and become harder to resist.<br>Detect Hostile Intent - Psion can locate anybody in 30ft who wants to do her harm. This lasts for 4 hours after being manifested.<br>Cloud Mind - Makes people forget that they saw the psion.<br>Psionic Levitate - Allows the psion to float up or down in the air, but cannot move back or forth without help.<br>Energy Bolt - Like Energy ray, but effects everything in a straight line, and more powerful. Can be charged up to do more damage, but takes more mental energy.<br>Body Adjustment - Allows the psion to heal herself, make herself resistant to poison, or fend off disease.<br>Dimension Slide - Instantly move to any spot the psion can see within 100 ft.<br>Brain Lock - Subject cannot move, or make mental actions.<br>Invisibility - Become invisible to all modes of normal sight (including darkvision/infravision, but not magical true seeing). Hostile actions break the invisibility however.<br><br>I chose powers that are more movement and stealthy types, with very few attack powers. Shes a covert operations kind of character, not a mobile artillery platform. I still gave her some usefulness in other ways as well, such as a way to heal and resist poisons, which are extremely common in Drow society, and ways to disable people without killing them. Most of these powers have ways to resist them, so its not like Brain Lock always works. People who are obviously stronger than she is mentally (like powerful priestesses) will most likely resist, but door guards are most likely going to be locked in place. Same with Id Insinuation, although with that power, there is a chance that the person being targeted may attack allies, or just come straight after her! Distract and Cloud Mind are subtle powers, that leave no trace that they've been used. <br><br>As for what kind of skills she has outside of her mental powers, its mostly things like lockpicking, sneaking about, gathering information, that kind of thing. She is rather weak in physical combat, and will usually run instead of fighting, unless cornered. She carries daggers as her weapons, and she can definitely use them, but they are more a last resort thing.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> It is rather odd for a female to work in Bregan D'aerthe, for the mercenary band usually harbors males who have lost influence within their house, or those who have no house. Jaerenth falls in the latter category. Her house is all but forgotten now, and she intends to keep it that way. Lloth has deemed her fit to survive the day House Baenre destroyed her family, and now she leads a life less traveled. Offering herself to Jarlaxle so that he could protect her, she had laid low for many decades until it was thought that she was forgotten enough to do covert operations. Now that Kimmuriel Oblodra is in charge of Bregan D'aerthe, with Jarlaxle in the lands above, Jaerenth sees more and more missions come her way...<br><br>Roleplay Example:<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Hidden outside the window of one of the spires of Arach-Tinilith, a body grips against the solid stone, camouflaged with the faerie fires that light the building with a violet green glow. The school for priestesses of Lloth was shaped like a large spider, the eight legs towering high inside the cavern, each a private suite for the high priestesses. Magically listening in or viewing things inside either Arach-Tinilith or Sorcere was impossible, due to the numerous wards against such things... But there is nothing stopping somebody from casually listening in. <em>"I do not care about who is fucking who inside House Auvryzynge, or what is going with the males in House Faen Tlabbar. I want to know what is going on inside the House Baenre!"</em> The daughter of House Esril'loth was screaming. Apperently, this was not the news she requested. Slowly, carefully, she peaked through the corner of the window, watching the priestess pace back and forth, serpent whip writhing around in her hand, sensitive to the wielder's aggravation. A lesser priestess was kneeling, and trying very hard not to cradle the arm that was bleeding. <em>"Find out how Baenre stays in the favor of the Goddess! I must know! With all the fuckups they have, they must be doing something else to stay in power! Do not return to Arach-Tinilith until you know, or I will flay you alive, and feed the scraps to the driders!"</em> Quietly, the body outside shifts, moving away from the window. Kimmuriel would want to hear about this. Esril'loth has been trying to edge in on the information dealing that Bregan D'aerthe has had a monopoly on ever since Jarlaxle started the mercenary band. Without a sound, the figure takes a running leap off the side of the building, freefalling some 10 floors before catching herself with a levitation power only 7 feet above the ground. Effortlessly, the woman disappears into the darkness of the cavern, another mission successful. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 14:35:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ang'tran Tsaerg Vic'valeth<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Maw of Lloth<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Race:</strong> Draegloth<br><strong>Position:</strong> High Bodyguard<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Horrible%20Things/Draegloth2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Appearance: </strong><br><br>Even among his own abomination of a race, Ang'tran is considered utterly monstrous.&nbsp; Standing at a full thirteen feet tall he is a literal giant in the city of Menzoberranzan, dwarfed only by the Glabrezu that gave him life and the larger spiders inhabiting the depth of the city.&nbsp; His body is one of deadly perfection, a beast of chiseled obsidian rippling with terrifying physical power that he is not ashamed to flaunt.&nbsp; The ground trembles in his wake, and he must constantly take care to restrain himself when around lesser beings.&nbsp; On more than one occasion he has accidentally killed an impudent Drow with nothing more than a gentle tap on the head, cleanly snapping their neck in the process.&nbsp; <br><br>Though an ugly creature by any normal conventions of beauty, he seems to take an unusual amount of pride in his luxuriant white mane, his smaller set of arms constantly grooming it until it literally shines.&nbsp; Normalcy aside, Ang'tran does possess a sort of savage charm that may prove attractive to particularly daring (read: suicidal) or powerful Drow, his long muzzle often wrinkled up with a wide and bestial grin and his eyes shining with hidden laughter.&nbsp; This is not the face of any mere animal, but one of a cunning titan.<br><br>Ang'tran normally holds himself as one that commands respect, and rightfully so.&nbsp; His upper arms rarely brush the ground unless speed is a necessity, as he has long since learned to balance his ungainly body, and one often finds him clasping his hands behind his back as he strides confidently forward.&nbsp; When he is in the presence of his current Matron Mother however, he will purposefully lurch forwards onto his knuckles and attempt to lower himself to just beneath her height as a sign of respect and obedience to her will.&nbsp; Regardless of the situation, Ang'tran refuses to wear any clothing or ornamentation, preferring to remain completely bare for the sake of freedom and simplicity.<br><br><strong>Personality: </strong><br><br>Ang'tran is a multifaceted being, and it is often difficult to predict how he will react in any given situation.&nbsp; He is exceptionally intelligent, though often speaks like a simpleton and plays his cards very close to the chest.&nbsp; This habit has served him well for the countless generations that he has survived in the Underdark, and many a fool have underestimated him as a mere brute that could be bested without proper strategy.&nbsp; His own plots are both complex and fluid, capable of altering themselves with ease should some new variable be introduced or an old one change in some unexpected manner.&nbsp; Manipulation is an art that he prizes highly, and at any given time he will often have a large assortment of weak-minded Drow under his control to do with as he pleases.&nbsp; Rather than focus his attentions on the powerful and respected, Ang'tran takes the unusual approach of bending the working and servant classes to his will.&nbsp; As he has said in the past; <em>"Everyone expects the politician with the knife concealed in her wrist, but it is the rare soul that spies the House cook before his cleaver bites into their neck."</em><br><br>But like any Draegloth, he is at his best in those rare moments where he is allowed to cut loose.&nbsp; Ang'tran revels in the carnage of battle, wading into fights as an unstoppable juggernaut and deftly swatting aside all that stand in his path.&nbsp; When in this primal rage there is little that can slow him down, and friends and foes alike are crushed into a fine paste or bitten in two by his dagger-like teeth.&nbsp; It is those same terrifying teeth that earned him his title; those who displease his Matron often find their heads bitten off by the ravenous giant, with the rest of their bodies following swiftly after it.<br><br><strong>Driving Emotions:</strong><br><br>Like any normal Drow, Ang'tran's ultimate goals are enigmatic and unknowable.&nbsp; All that <em>is</em> known is that he will faithfully guard the most powerful Matron Mother of the strongest House, and no other.&nbsp; Should another House become more powerful, he will immediately switch allegiances without hesitation.&nbsp; Though he is a weapon that often changes hands, his loyalty is second to none and his presence demands that the House in question step up its game to avoid losing his protection.<br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Horrible%20Things/EttercapSpiderCreature.jpg)</div><strong>Background:</strong><br><br>Ang'tran is a truly ancient being, and it is said that he has witnessed the passing of hundreds of Matrons and Houses in his time.&nbsp; Supposedly born from the union of a particularly gargantuan Glabrezu that willed himself into the mortal plane by his own power and forcibly impregnated a High Priestess, it is little wonder that he turned out to be as massive as he did.&nbsp; The rape was considered a divine act by the servants of Lloth, and from the day he ripped himself from his mother's womb Ang'tran was raised as a Holy Guardian of the Spider Queen's will.<br><br>He lives only to serve the strongest, and will defer to no other save Lloth herself.&nbsp; Though he has hidden allies in all the Houses, only one at any given time will receive his favour.&nbsp; Though he could easily use his connections and personal strength to take power himself, on the surface he seems perfectly content to remain a servant to whoever earns his respect.&nbsp; As such, his personal history is barely worth mentioning with any particular depth, as it has been spent solely in the service of the Matrons.&nbsp; He is the shadow of the Drow's most conniving and prominent figures, enjoying what freedoms he is given but ultimately living only for the lives of others.<br><br>The only event of note was one span of fifty years in which the Draegloth completely vanished from the city.&nbsp; It is rumored that he actually ventured to the world above, though he seems unwilling to divulge any information concerning these travels.&nbsp; When he returned he boasted a number of new scars and several strange followers, some of which were familiar to the Drow and others that were completely foreign.&nbsp; The most notable among them were two Ettercaps (here pictured), who he has affectionately named Bilge and Balderdash.&nbsp; They commonly follow him about like watchdogs, and are considered sacred creatures in their own right due to their spider-like appearance.&nbsp; His other followers often remain confined within his quarters, or silently prowl through the city on personal errands:<br><br>Zeppa the Cretin: (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Horrible%20Things/ForestTrickster.jpg) Zeppa is a shapeshifter purportedly hailing from some strange forest in an unknown land, though if one were to ask him he would no doubt concoct a different answer each time.&nbsp; As it is impossible to keep him contained, he often flits about the city streets in different forms in order to spy on others or trick them out of prized possessions.&nbsp; <br>Dun: (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Horrible%20Things/SilverGolem.jpg) Like most of Ang'tran's personal servants, nobody is quite certain what Dun is.&nbsp; He only moves at his master's command, never makes so much as a sound, and does not seem to require food or drink.&nbsp; There is no rune or other marking that would define him as a golem, though by his actions one could hazard that his purpose is similar to one.&nbsp; He is most often found waiting silently outside of Ang'tran's bed chambers.<br>The Wound: (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Horrible%20Things/TheFaceless.jpg) A terrifying little demon, The Wound is kept sealed up in an airtight sphere at all times.&nbsp; It must be forcibly cracked open in order to release him, and a new one must be forged around him in order to contain him once more.&nbsp; The demon is used to extract thoughts from others by placing their heads within the sunken cavity of his skull, whereupon every last memory will be projected for all to see, starting with the most recent ones.&nbsp; The process cannot be stopped once it has begun, and the victim is consequently left as a mindless husk.<br>Grunth: (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Horrible%20Things/TheGrump.jpg) Yet another demon, Grunth is blessed (or cursed) with the ability to sap the energy from anything he touches.&nbsp; Additionally, listening to him talk for any length of time will result in the listener becoming increasingly bored until their body actually shuts down just to escape from the tedium of his droning voice.&nbsp; Understandably, Grunth is kept in a soundproof room at all times.<br>Lady Shiv: (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Horrible%20Things/MurderWoman.jpg) Lady Shiv is the only other truly intelligent servant besides Zeppa, though she is every bit as odd as her fellows.&nbsp; Though physically female and petite, it is otherwise impossible to discern her true race due to the silver orb encasing her head.&nbsp; The unhealthy green hue of her skin suggests orcish blood, though it could simply be another side effect of whatever curse is plaguing her.&nbsp; She most often travels with Ang'tran when Bilge and Balderdash are elsewhere, either riding on his shoulders or skipping alongside him.&nbsp; She has a rather unfortunate habit of attempting to cut anyone who displeases her master into tiny pieces, and is very good at doing so.<br><br><strong>Example Scene:</strong><br><br>"One."<br><br>Ang'tran furrowed his brow, staring down at the little table in front of him and the gangly creature twitching behind it.&nbsp; His hulking form scraped the low ceilings, forcing him to lurch over to avoid banging his head against the stone, and his behind hovered inches over an amusingly small chair that would have surely collapsed if he had actually attempted to sit in it.&nbsp; His massive forearms supported his weight instead, with his smaller set of arms busying themselves by curling his beard about their fingers as he thought.&nbsp; Zeppa stared up at him with a devilish smirk spreading across his harlequin face, his own spindly fingers twisting themselves into literal knots.<br><br>"You can't choose <em>one</em>," Ang'tran growled, gesturing sharply to the set of dice resting on the tabletop.&nbsp; "You can guess two and up.&nbsp; If you guess correctly, I will overlook your transgressions.&nbsp; If you don't, then I will snap your fingers until they stop fixing themselves.&nbsp; That is the wager."<br><br>Zeppa's grin widened until it looped completely around to the top of his head.&nbsp; "Thirteen!"<br><br>"You can't choose thirteen!" he snapped, the ground quaking as he slapped his right hand against the floor.&nbsp; "Two to twelve!"<br><br>"Fine.&nbsp; Two-thousand two-hundred and twelve."<br><br>"Zeppa, I-"<br><br>"You said 2-2-12!" the shapeshifter scoffed, crossing his arms and wagging his head from side to side.&nbsp; "It's hardly my fault if you're giving confusing directions."<br><br>Ang'tran's lips curled back over his razor teeth as he snarled at the impish cretin, and it looked as though his piercing glare would cause the table to burst into flames from sheer rage.&nbsp; After a moment his muscles relaxed, and a tight smile spread over his muzzle.<br><br>"You may choose any number <em>between</em> two and twelve, or those numbers themselves.&nbsp; No more.&nbsp; No less.&nbsp; Do we have an understanding?"<br><br>"Perfectly!" Zeppa chimed, his face making an audible pop as it transmogrified into that of a sparrow's.&nbsp; "I choose one."<br><br>The Draegloth made a strangled sound akin to a sack of feral cats being drowned in a vat of acid, and every single vein in his forehead seemed about ready to burst.&nbsp; His mane stood on end, his muscles twitched involuntarily, and the stonework supporting him began to crack beneath the sheet weight of his frustration.&nbsp; He opened his mouth once as if to say something, stopped, then opened it several more times like a fish gasping for air.&nbsp; All the while Zeppa simply looked up at him with an innocent birdlike face, waiting patiently for an answer.&nbsp; Just when it seemed as though Ang'tran was going to tear him to pieces, the giant stopped, sighed slowly, and smiled evilly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Alright then.&nbsp; But you should know that I am going to make your torture so obscene and vulgar that Lloth herself will shield her eyes from it.&nbsp; Hiding a bushel of rotten eggs in the cushion of the Matron Mother's throne?&nbsp; You should consider yourself fortunate that I even gave you the chance at redemption, whelp!"<br><br>With that he grasped the dice with his smaller hands, shook them savagely about, then tossed them so hard that they embedded themselves in the wood of the table.&nbsp; The two stared at them for a long moment as the dust settled.&nbsp; Ang'tran's eyes bulged out of their sockets as Zeppa's face contorted into something resembling a fox crossed with an ape.&nbsp; One of the dies stared back with a single red dot, while the other had been wiped completely clean of all markings.<br><br>All told, seventy four people were brutally maimed that evening, seventeen houses were set on fire, twenty more were crushed into a fine layer of gravel, and an untold number of people spontaneously voided their bowels during the ensuing carnage.&nbsp; Zeppa is still finding pieces of himself strewn about the city to this day, and Ang'tran cannot even look at a set of dice without having a violent nervous breakdown.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 21:37:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> - Ghaun<br>The accused one.&nbsp; Ghaun’s full family name has been stripped from him upon the moment his house was taken over. He is only known in the Drow society as cursed, mostly given that the majority of his owners don’t end up living long if they keep him in their household.<br><strong>Gender:</strong><br>Male<br><strong>Class:</strong><br>Assassin<br><strong>Rank:</strong><br>Slave of the Underdark<br><br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong><br>Behold, come and meet one of the true children of the Underdark. Nightmares woven into tales of fiends that dwell in the dark, away from their more daytime and various, alternative, elven species. Has one every laid eyes upon a Drow? Such tainted and enchanting individuals they are and Ghaun is no less in personality and appearance alike. Is it morbid fascination that may drive one towards such a being? Does the forbidden fruit dangle about so lusciously? Who could truly resist the exotic and rare nature of his kindred? More tempting nonetheless that such a male has fallen into a ‘slave’ position. Now none should be fooled by this knowledge either, being a ‘slave’ doesn’t make him weak, there isn’t one trace of being docile or fully confined from the proud and dominating posture and composure this individual houses so freely and calmly alike.<br><br>Let us go back to his image, what might catch one’s eyes first from this man? Might it be his dark skin color? He isn’t as pitch black as some of his dark brothers and sisters, his complexion is on a fair lighter side than that, appealing in more of a dark gray, than obsidian. Maybe it is his hair? Ivory locks which cascade their way down lengthy along his being, dripping across broad shoulders and inching a quarter of the way down his spine; failing to fully sheet his moonlight like skin. Perhaps it is even his body? Oh, and what a body it is, one can’t say he is the tallest of men- of course that goes without saying given his elven heritage- only standing at a height of five feet and two inches. Though don’t be deceive by his rather ‘shortness,’ what he might lack in height, his body makes up everywhere else. Body wise he is toned and fit, nothing like a battle harden warrior hulk, though more ranging towards the physique of a nimble assassin, athletic at best. Still his body can draw more attention to it with the various scars along his figure, it is clear that he has seen his days, and most wounds aren’t from a crack of a whip. A trained eye can distinguish blade marks, claw marks, and other strange markings upon his frame. Yet, it is doubtful that many would-be masters or mistresses would share such knowledge and might find themselves buying something more than they can handle.<br><br>Still, who could say no, hmm? Perhaps one isn’t a body person, but more on for another’s face? It all depends on taste, Ghaun’s features aren’t boyish or teen-ish, he surely isn’t a ‘pretty-boy.’ No, Ghaun is a full-bloomed man. He may not be one much for facial hair, the question of hair may linger as well given the lack of such along his body, the only hair he does harbor is his thin, ivory brows. They are often sharply arched and curved, exposing the cold and decisive stare his amethyst, hued eyes share. Even a sour look he often feeds to those around him, his lips barely ever edging into a smile, would one go as far as claiming pouty- perhaps? Maybe that isn’t the best choice of outlooks, more detestable than anything else in honestly, as his features usually emphasize scorn to those he is around. <br><br>Clothing, clothing. Must many be so concern about clothes? It is all a matter of climate, though personally Ghaun prefers articles that are more exposing and revealing to show off his body. Not to the extent of full nudity, mind you. His aptitude to clothing really varies, but moreover he is picky, it has to be the least bit appealing to him. You won’t be catching a Drow wearing bright articles, nothing flamboyant. He rather gut himself than dressed in such a lavish manner. If anything, he keeps a rouge-ish look at all times, usually covered in various leathers or less material. Grays, browns, blacks, to name a few of the colors in which he may be seen in. Anything else is merely a guess. Though again, he doesn’t go out of his way to ’dress’ up, such a foolish move that would be.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>(http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/4935/ghaun2.jpg)<br>Full Image (http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/685/ghaun.jpg)<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br>&nbsp;Come, lets us take a look at what drives this man, what has kept him alive over the constant years within the pits and further of being sold to one house and than the next. Survival instincts have left him to be obedient, but don’t be fooled, he’ll as much as stab his owners in the back as any other Drow may. Full on submission is merely a weakness and such Ghaun doesn’t possess. There has been countless times he has been whipped given his own arrogance, his own lack of respect, and that spite he shares towards all that finds a means of being in possession of him. It is his pride that allows him to continue to go on and thrive through the hardships of his life, should he had given up at earlier points, he may not be alive as of today. He will never bow his head to anyone, unless the patron Goddess Lloth herself presents herself before him, otherwise, he sees no one else as his ‘keeper.’ None would understand the hardships he willed himself through and much less would even care, as one with a given rank of ‘slave’ has no rights within the society.<br><br>Treacherous, a natural trait that all Drow share, even one such as himself. Betrayal, it is just another name of the game of life within the Underdark. If one isn’t doing the backstabbing, than they are the ones being backstabbed; and this is a bumpy road that Ghaun has gone through over the years of being enslaved and even before such. Hostile to the core, vengeful till the end, this is his Drow way. He never forgets those that wrong him, those that stand above him, those that look down upon him, those whom believe they are superior. As had his ties of freedom were severe, many that come into contact with him share a similar fate; yet they earn something sweeter than that of being enslaved. He even doubts those that live a more ‘humble’ or ‘luxurious’ life would live long as a slave to another within Drow society.<br><br>Hatred, spite, animosity; all these emotions and more are what drive him on. One will never find one strand of humbleness about him. He has no concerns for those around him, he doesn’t weep for those he may cut down in or out of the pits. His heart is as tattered and worn as his body and he has no desire either for that of change. His happiness only comes from killing those that had wronged him, that had brought him to live such a horrid life, and he won’t hesitate to smite anyone else that may get in his way of achieving such a goal. There is no such thing as allies or friends either to him, such beings that try to label themselves as such will be treated like pawns. Everyone is his enemy and if not his foe, than they will be used for his own gain as he had been used throughout his lifetime.<br><br><br><strong>History:</strong><br>Fate weaves such a cruel web. Ghaun’s life prior to being enslaved wasn’t as harsh as it had been before. Nay, he possessed such potential, he was to be an important figurehead next in line of his House. Why might this be? For one he carried a natural talent with most weapons, but he wasn’t any trained expert. Another reason he was quite trained in espionage and he held all the traits to be quite an evasive and nimble assassin to pave a name out of himself out of blood; but things never go according to plan. Members within the House begun to betray one another and some were getting involve with other houses. Unfortunately the mess got too far out of control with the squabbling of fellow blood, that another House staked its claim upon the family. Fellow brothers and sisters were either killed or enslaved, though it was mostly the former than that of the latter. Some survivors that got a clean slate from both were those that had sold the rest of Ghaun’s house off to that of another group. Though Ghaun would never forget those that did, in time he knows they will meet a fate far worse than death itself.<br><br>As for his life from there? Why, as they old saying goes, that which doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger. Most of Ghaun’s life was spent more in the pits, serving as a base of income for any greedy master or mistress that took him into their ownership. They would watch on with glee when he struck down fellow Drow, monsters, and other various slaves that were brought into the ring; but freedom itself was never to be earned in fighting. Such a vicious cycle continued to repeat itself, with each day Ghaun’s skills were sharpened depending on his enemy and more often than not he received a new scar as a medal to his ongoing victories. Though there were breaks in these transitions. Lust is such a horrible thing, the desire to possess something more than can be controlled is quite a selfish one amongst his prior owners. There were those that sought to get closer, use him for more than battle talents; though in the future many would meet a cruel fate in letting their guard completely down around the Drow. A vicious dog is only kept under control when muffled, leashed, and chained after all.<br><br>Like a tarnished toy, Ghaun finds himself often picked up by one House and then another. Though the question lies who will be ‘fortunate’ enough to acquire him first? Even as a slave, his name continues to draw whispers within the Underdark. Though Ghaun will continue to fight and do all that he can to rebel against the twisted web of fate his unfortunate life has been ensnared within. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 05:30:36</strong>
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				Hey folks!&nbsp; Sorry for my delay in moving this game along.&nbsp; I've been sick as a dog, and with that and work, my brain has been mush for nearly a week now.&nbsp; I'm getting caught up on replies once more, but they're taking me a bit.&nbsp; I've PMed Shihong about his post, but he's been going through some rough times lately IRL, so he may be slow in posting, as well.&nbsp; I do have a post worked up to toss out after him, but I wanted to let everyone get started before I threw another spider on the fire.&nbsp; ;D
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 05:34:08</strong>
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				Life's a bitch then you die, so I know how it goes. No worries on my end. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 02:56:10</strong>
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				Hmm, curious, but are we getting any other players or is this the current extent of members in the game? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fantasy Fan</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 02:02:37</strong>
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				I've sent Clown a PM with my character, but I am currently waiting on a yes/no.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fantasy Fan</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 04:51:26</strong>
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				Name: Tsabral'godevirr (Abjurer of the Void) of House Barri'afin (Spawn of the Web)<br><br>Age: 104<br><br>Gender: Male<br><br>Class: Sorcerer<br><br>Appearance: Tsabral'godevirr stands at an even five feet, short by the standards of most races but fairly tall for a Drow male. His hair is to such an extent of being pure white that many dark elves find it distracting, or almost painful, to look at when around light that might reflect off of it. Nevertheless, Tsabral keeps it long, hanging nearly to his buttocks when loose, and often wears it in a neat ponytail, though he sometimes wears it free, hanging over his shoulders and down his back. His eyes are a deep, piercing red which are only emphasized by the white eyebrows that offer a sharp contrast to his ebony skin, the color nearly that of pitch.<br><br>Though he is a Sorcerer, Tsabral's body is lithe and strong like that of all Drow, the rigorous life of a dark elf burning all of the fat from his body. As a result, the young elf's body appears to be a smooth sculpture, each muscle clearly defined yet seeming softly edged.<br><br>Biography: At the time of Tsabral's birth, House Barri'afin was fourteenth in the line of power within Menzoberranzan, and he was the fifth -living- child of Matron Mother Vierril, who had held her position for well over a century. Tsabral was preceded by three sisters, and a brother. Elvvyll'hlaate, the eldest daughter of Vierril, was a High Priestess of Lolth and, naturally, held the most authority within the House, with the exception of that given to the Matron Mother. Tsabral's elder brother Noquurden, Elvvyll'hlaate's junior and senior to Tsabral's two other sisters, was a skilled swordsman and was close to his ascension to the position of House Weapons Master. Both Rilssysn and Ilphbryn, Tsabral's two remaining sisters (older than he in respective order), were attending Arach-Tinilith.<br><br>As a result, Tsabral'godevirr did not even meet half of his siblings, and hardly knew the other two, until it was time for him to go to Sorcere for training of his own. By the time Tsabral did go, little more than a decade into his lifetime, House Barri'afin had already advanced its position to twelfth in line, though it was responsible for neither removal of its rival Houses. The following three decades of Tsabral's life were spent solely within Sorcere, where he mastered the talents -arts, as he would call them- of a Sorcerer, knowing that any skills he acquired would be used solely for the purpose of advancing the position of his House, as Matron Mother Vierril saw fit.<br><br>When Tsabral left Sorcere, he was a hardened Drow, physically fit and mentally prepared with a massive arsenal of spells and incantations rewarded to him for days upon days of pawing through ancient tomes and scrolls within Sorcere's vast resources of material, all ready to be unleashed wherever Tsabral was directed. Upon returning to House Barri'afin, he discovered that Matron Mother Vierril was dead, supposedly of assassination by another House, and Elvvyll'hlaate had taken her place. In addition, House Barri'afin had advanced its position two steps further, then tenth in line, and by its own hand (on one count, at least). Matron Mother Elvvyll'hlaate was feeling bold with the powers of three High Priestesses of Lolth at her disposal, not to mention an expert Weapons Master and the promise of a loyal family Sorcerer on the way.<br><br>It was at this time that Tsabral began to come into his own; he started to manipulate members of the household and went about securing the position of House Mage for himself, though he was still a young Drow of less than sixty. The same day that Matron Mother Elvvyll'hlaate bore her first child, a daughter named Yasryna who was sired by Tsabral's elder brother Noquurden, Tsabral was named as House Barri'afin's House Mage. The previous holder of the position died a day prior to Yasryna's birth, and had been such a useless old wretch that no one even bothered to look into his death.<br><br>For the last fourty odd years of his life, Tsabral'godevirr has bolstered his standing within House Barri'afin and further developed his arcane knowledge and talents. Tsabral played a key role in his eldest sister's plots to advance House Barri'afin's position in the city, and earned a great deal of her respect, almost as much as she would give to a female. As a result of House Barri'afin's lack of infighting, particularly Tsabral's cooperation, they managed to eliminate the two Houses that remained before them, placing Matron Mother Elvvyll'hlaate and her House as eighth in line of ascension and securing a position on Menzoberranzan's ruling council.<br><br>Weapons (if any): Tsabral's weapons, largely, are his mind and his vast arsenal of spells. Among his vast repertoire is the knowledge for summoning several powerful beings from various planes. He often makes use of an enchanted piwafwi cloak, a trademark of his people, but wears either fine robes bearing House Barri'affin's emblem, or a set of light mail armor. Tsabral has begun looking into procuring a robe made of adamantite fibers though, but has been unsuccessful in finding one thus far. Generally, he will also carry a small dagger of some kind on his person.<br><br>(http://www.grayfalcongraphics.com/assets/images/Llothiel__Drow__Preview.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 15:10:21</strong>
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				Requesting posting order chart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 18:25:35</strong>
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				I know I need to post, will try this morning. No guarantees what I will come up with. I don't want to make a craptastic post. <br><br>Oh an important note, I have work for the next four days (all mid day-night shifts), so if I don't post for while that is why. Work tends to drain me thus my desire to do much of anything tends to be lacking. I really will try to post as I do not want to take that long, but we all know how work can really "beat" a person up at times. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 06:17:39</strong>
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				Fuck you said it Xanatos.&nbsp; Work has been beatin' the hell outta me this whole week, and as of tonight, I've technically only worked two days. lol&nbsp; The joys of being a salary manager, however, means that I can be bugged/called in/irritated by my assistant managers, so yeah...I've worked more than two days so far. lol<br><br>As for posting order, we can just stick with the order that peeps posted their character sheets in:&nbsp; Dark Clown (no sheet, but main story starter, lol), Xanatos, Doomsday, Opheliac, Shihong, Drake Valentine, and Fantasy Fan.&nbsp; I wasn't too worried about a posting order, as I wanted to keep it vaguely loose, but at the same time, I really didn't want some peeps getting ahead of others, either.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 06:21:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I should get a post in tomorrow. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 06:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I just posted. The last part of my post, sucks. I could just feel my inspiration slipping away. I will go back in and edit/add more when I am more awake. Sorry for the suckiness of the last part. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 14:25:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alright, well I will work on my post later tonight, weekends are usually my freed days, despite time I may spend with the guys and my gal. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 15:13:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'll try to get a post in soon, I worked a bit on it, but been busy getting raped by work in life. ;\
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 04:06:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, some bad news for you folks...<br><br>I've run out of inspiration for this game.&nbsp; I figured to be bluntly honest with it rather than tip toe around the subject, especially since I've kept everyone waiting on my post for so damned long.&nbsp; I apologize for failing to be able to continue the story, but real life obligations have sapped all of my ideas for continuing this.<br><br>If anyone would like to take over as the 'GM', please do so!&nbsp; I have no qualms whatsoever about letting someone do that, especially if they were enjoying the game.<br><br>Again, my apologies, everyone!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Underdark: Treacherous Ties (OOC &amp; Character Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 06:09:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Perfect opportunity for me to guiltlessly jump ship :D<br><br>I'm moving at the beginning of June and will be computerless indefinitely, so it wouldn't be prudent for me to stay on.
			</dd>
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