Into the Underdark (Eshva & ObscureObscenities)
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				Title: <strong>Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 23:28:49</strong>
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				It was any spring evening, the plants lively, and the animals active, the weather just warm enough to be comfortable, shaking off the chill of winter. It was far into the wilds, far away from the ridiculously growing human population, bringing more and more prejudice into the world, but here, here was free of such. A valley tucked beside a great mountain face, and filled with greenery, forests lush and well taken care of. His people the Elves loved the earth and tended them carefully. They hunted, but they did so carefully, ensuring they depleted not species too much, and helped breed and replenish the animals numbers by giving them homes and food, making it safe for them. This was the way of elves, the study of, love of, and advancement of nature and themselves. <br><br>Now these proud people were not helpless, no, they were strong, lithe and beautiful, in-tune with themselves as much as with the nature around them. They had warriors and hunters, as much as their were potters and bread makers. All skilled in their chosen arts, but more then a fair few capable of holding a blade. For as much as they were apart of nature, there were those who were not that challenged them. The humans, Orcs, and of course their worst enemy..and closest cousins, the Drow. Yes, their people knew how to fight, and while many did not participate in it always, there were few who did, the hunters were their peoples warriors, strong, fit, and confident, they kept themselves trimmed and fit to lead their people to war if ever necessary.<br><br>Therin was one such hunter, moving quickly he winced with every step, making his way across the plains that laid out at the base of the mountain, he could see it, the edge of the forest. And he knew just beyond that, in the leafy sanctum, was his city, where his people were and his hope was. People whom could treat his wounds and heal him. For as he ran he stumbled, any i could see he was in no fit shape, his normally neat black hair in disarray, his shirt torn and sliced open by vicious slashes. His chest torn open by the same blade that had ruined his shirt, and blood flowing blackening his shirt, and his trousers from his wounds. His face pale he ran, with steadily failing speed. Not because of his fear for what did this, no he had killed that, his sword left behind to claim the Orc's bodies as his kills, or rather discarded in ignorance because of his wounds.<br><br>Finally, he dropped to the ground, he could run no further, and he was yet half a league away from his salvation, bleeding into the grass, his cheek resting against it as he slowly closed his eyes. So close... and now i will die... He thought to himself, disappointed in his strength, he had run so far already several leagues, running because he could do nothing else but lay down and die, and now he laid waiting for deaths cold embrace, closing his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 00:46:02</strong>
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				She moved with the silent grace of a hunting predator, deliberately picking her way through the terrain as she sped towards her home. She did not fear the creatures that walked the upper earth, but the vast open space above her made her uncomfortable, and she longed for the dark embrace of the deep caverns in which she dwelled. <br><br>Few would have noticed her passing as she deftly moved from one shadow to the next in the pale moonlight, and for the most part, anyone who would have known her for what she was, would have felt a chill in their heart.<br>Her tell-tale ebony skin and milk white hair, marked her as one of the mysterious drow-- These dark and distant cousins to the elves, who made their home in in the maze of caverns that was the underdark. Her race were as as lithe and comely as their cousins who dwelt under the stars, but their art was that of assassination and deception, and they held no love for anything.<br>Like any drow who had survived to adulthood, she was skilled in the art of fighting-- Silent, deadly, and intimately aware of her surroundings. For in the harsh world of the underdark, those who let their guard down would soon become prey for the creatures that lurked there.<br><br>At her side, she clutched the satchel that contained the object which had drawn her so far from her home, she had risked everything for this journey and now that she neared the end of it, she grew increasingly tense. The last leg of this trip would bring her close by the lands of her hated cousins. For while the drow hated every living race, including each other, nothing rivalled their hatred for their fair skinned counterparts-- A hatred that the surface elves returned in full.<br>She had slowed her pace now. Her keen senses had given her a feeling that something was amiss. <br>She drew her blade.... It was to quiet, only the whisper of the wind blowing through the grass... A wind that carried with it the faint scent of... Blood. <br><br>She froze in the shadow of a tree, her keen eyes peering into the night. Where others would have seen a a dark grey world of shadows in the faint light from the night sky, her vision was a myriad colours, signyfying subtle changes in temperature, the grass a cool blue, violet rocks here and there, which still held in them a receding warmth from day, little moving blotches of red where creatures picked their way through the night. She breathed in the the faint scent on the breeze as she scanned the terrain, and presently spotted what she was looking for.<br><br>It was prone figure, laying immobile on the ground. From the dim purple colour she could see that the person was dying. She smiled to herself, remembering the similar figures of the rogues she had traded with, and was about to move on, but again the scent filled her nostrhils. There was something about it that made her stop-- drew her closer. Tentatively she moved forward. She told herself to let it go, to just make it the last few miles to the safety of the caverns, but her legs carried her ever forward.<br>As she drew closer she could see that the figure wasn't moving. there was no threat, and yet her heart was racing in her chest. She knelt down, her cloak falling away from her toned, dark skinned thigh, her gloved hand reaching out.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>As she rolled the figure over she startled and recoiled, holding her breath as a rush of hatred made her cheeks burn.<br>It was an elven male, and without hesitation she gripped her dagger tighter, the wicked blade catching the moonlight as she held it high to strike, but the killing blow didn't land. <br><br>Her muscles tensed, but, to her dismay, something held her back. She stared at the ghostly pale face of the surface elf, his features peaceful as someone who had accepted death.<br>Slowly she lowered her arm, a myriad unfamiliar thoughts racing through her mind. He was comely as few she had seen, and the scent of him, even through the metallic odour of his blood was...entoxicating.<br>For a long time she just stared at him in wonder. Then she made a descision that went agains every instinct she had. She replaced the blade in it's scabbard, instead producing a small flask from a pouch in her belt, holding it to his lips and carefully pouring the expensive liquid into his mouth. <br>Regaining some of her senses, she realised that this person was her mortal enemy, and she again drew her blade, holding it over his throat as she waited for him to come to, convincing herself that this one would bring a healthy sum at the slave market... if he lived.<br><br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 01:21:13</strong>
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				Would barely be able to understand what was happening at the time, feeling his body being moved ,as if he could not control it at all. Flopping over like a ragdoll, there was something against his lips suddenly. Feeling wetness, something trickling down his throat. It came into his throat and he coughed almost choking on it and killing himself, his chest heaving which only made the wounds across his torso pour more blood forther. Finally he dropped down to the ground his back resting against it once again as his throat cleared, feeling it helping his body some. Easing his wounds pain slowly. Finally he opened his eyes slowly, but everything was blurred, he could not quite see yet, his eyes hazy.<br><br>"Who.." He spoke his voice raspy, while wetted by the potion it was still dry, his body hurt, he felt the pain all through his body, he could not fight if he wanted too. Lifting a hand against her he couldn't possibly do so. Feeling something at his throat, there was a blade, whoever it was, wanted him to be still. "Let me die." He knew he was going, there was nothing that could save him at this point, at least nothing that was easy to access. Body slowly lifting while he pulled a breath into his chest slowly. It only made him ache more but he had to breath, not breathing would kill him faster, and he was already at the edge of drifting, dying slowly.<br><br>There was no way to know that the person who was attempting to save him, was someone whom he would rather die then have touch him. No his eyes closed again he was clearly next to deaths door, and her potion had kept him at bay on the living side of it, but just that. He was weak and there was no fight in his body, how could their be with such grievous wounds. No, he would not be able to fight this person, no matter what his fate was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 16:54:46</strong>
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				She watched the man stirr and her the faint sound of his voice as he spoke. The&nbsp; language sounded much the same as her own, although more melodic and not as harsh, but she did not understand a word of it. If she had, she might have granted him his request then and there, instead she spoke to him in turn. <br><br>"venorsh darthirii xor Usstan orn raza dosst rinteith" <br><br>Her voice was a sharp whisper, and she gazed around her as she spoke, adding in in a strange and exotic accent of the common tongue<br><br>"ssilenze"<br><br>The elf was too weak to be a threat, and that was excactly what she wanted. She had given him a small draught of the potion and would save the rest for a later.<br><br>Content that he would remain alive, at least for the moment, she lay her dagger on the ground next to her and corked the small bottle, holding it between her teeth, while she pulled a length of silken rope from her satchel. Working quickly, she rolled him over carefully she gathered his wrists behind his back and coiled the soft rope around them, then she did a few coils across them and tugged the rope tight, leaving his wrists snugly and inescapably bound.<br>She was anxious to leave this enemy territory with her prey, but there were more details to take care of. <br><br>She turned him on his back again and picked up her blade from the grass, slipping it under his tunic and slicing the fabric up the middle and pulling it aside. She smiled to herself as she let her fingertips wander over his smooth skin, feeling the muscles beneath and sending little jolts of pain through him when they passed over his newly closed wounds.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 01:21:52</strong>
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				Heard some words, but they were unclear, as hazy as his vision maybe, or not of his language, he did not know, he only knew he could not grasp them as he should. Feeling suddenly himself rolled over he groaned despite her care. His flesh may be closed but the wounds had been deep and plenty of damage lay under the quick cure she had given him to keep him from dying. It was a blur again, the fresh rush of pain taking his thoughts away until he was rolled onto his back again, away from the blinding pain of the ground pressing against his body.<br><br>While the wounds were closed everytime those fingers brushed over a wound, he groaned in pain, the flesh beneath the skin still tender and needing time to heal. That rapid cure could only do so much. It made him almost delirious with pain. "Please..kill me." His words suddenly, merely wanting to die, to be released from the pain. His arms, his arms were twisted behind him, he couldn't move them..had the orcs taken him? He was sure he had slain them all. <em> Let me die..before the orcs do worse...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 13:15:01</strong>
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				"Ssilence!" <br><br>She hissed again in the common tongue, urgency in her voice, frowning as the elf continued to speak. Her milk white eyes darted about, scanning her surroundings. She knew that the senses of the elves were as keen as her own, and that she could easily run into a scouting party this close to their territory. While she looked around thus, her hands worked quickly, roaming over the elfs body, searching for any items dangerous or valuable, some of which she slipped into her satchel.<br><br>Still half crouched she got up and pulled off his boots. She threw the boots to the side in the grass and walked up to slip one leg over the prone figure, standing astride his waist. She straightened herself up and took a long moment to gaze down at him. She studied his hair, his fair skin and slightly different features, the wounds on his chest and stomach. <br><br>It was hard to guess what she might have thought behind those milk white eyes as she gazed upon this natural enemy of hers, whose life she was about to save, for reasons she was not yet ready to think about. <br><br>Remembering where she was, she knelt down astride him, holding her blade between her white teeth. She uncorked the little bottle and carefully curled a hand under his head, gently supporting him as she poured the remaining contents of the small bottle into his mouth, a little furrow of concentration on her brow.<br><br>"Drenk thiss, and be Ssilent, it iss not your tern to die Darthirii" <br><br>She spoke the words softly, careful not to spill a drop of the healing draught. With a little luck he would be able to make the walk she had in store for him. The wounds would ache for at least a week still, but this would be to her advantage.<br><br>She found herself studying his features up close-- his soft hair and his lips, the expression of pain on his brow, the lashes on his closed eyelids. Her mind was awash with many emotions, all of which the cruel Drow of the underdark had only one word for-- weakness.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 19:38:19</strong>
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				Felt her hands against him, checking his pockets, he did not carry much, his sword abandoned before, a few coins on him, satchels with herbs common to hunters in the field, small medical supplies. Just small things as such, nothing of great value for her to steal from him. When he felt something against his lips he sputtered again before swallowing down the concotion chocking a bit again before it cleared his throat. He felt his body growing a bit stronger, healing some.<br><br>Suddenly, he could see who was standing above him, and why their words sounded so strange. It was a drow! How could this of happened he moved to jerk himself up. Before the pain still working through his limbs brought him back to the ground with a sharp groan of pain. Panting as he tried to relax himself. "What do you want me with me drow?" His eyes flicking over her dark skin, and white hair without seeing much else, a ounce of worry working through him. He saw the blade, and knew he was in no condition to fight, there was nothing he could do if she tired to kill him, she would have the upper hand easily.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 22:08:27</strong>
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				"I want you to be ssilent!" <br><br>The words were a low growl, slighty desperate now. The unfamiliar surroundings, her own enigmatic actions and the fact that she was in elven lands all working to unsettle her.<br><br>Gripping her blade and holding it to his throat she continued.<br><br>"I just ssaved your life ssurfacer, and right now it iss mine to take if I so dezire" <br><br>She pricked his skin under his chin with the blade as if to emphazise her words.<br><br>"I could have keelled you, or let you die where you lay. You were already half way on the other sside when I found you.&nbsp; You will come with me, and give me no trouble, and you will live."<br><br>While she spoke she had taken out another length of rope. This one she had tied with a slipknot and had pulled it over his head, pulling it to a snug fit, the soft black rope laying against his throat.<br>She stood up impatiently and tugged lightly on the rope, to make him stand, all the while scanning the horizon for dangers. She longed to be in the enclosed darkness of the familiar caverns, where she would have the home advantage, to be out of this strange land which had no ceiling. <br><br>Out of the corner of her eyes she watched the elf, studying him as he struggled, concerned that the draught may not have been enough. She still didn't know why she was doing this. Only that she didn't want him to die.<br><br>"can you walk Darthirii?"<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 23:28:39</strong>
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				Heard her demand for him to be silent yet again and rather then fight and scream at her, he took the road of silence. Feeling the blade at his throat, the fresh cut hardly enough to bother him with the pain of the rest of his wounds still so present inside of his form. When he felt the rope around his neck he had to restrain a growl of resentment. He was not an animal to be led on a leash! But he kept his calm, he was smart, and he knew he would die if he struck now, he was hurt, weak, and his body would betray him to this drow's blade. But the fight was not over, no.<br><br>"Yes." He moved slowly to get up, with his hands tied it was harder, as he had to roll and get up, and that meant using his torso more, which was still hurting. Moving he drew himself up from the ground wincing and restraining gasps of pain even as he straightened up, testing the cord at his wrists but finding it taunt only angered him. Though he said nothing more, the fire in his eyes said much for him, his green eyes smoldering, even in his weak and pained state. Grateful yes, he was some for her intervention, knowing he would be dead. But treated like this, no, he would have gone with her, even if she was a drow, he had honor, the bondage is what angered him more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 21:32:47</strong>
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				She looked him up and down, pondering perhaps if he was strong enough to make the threk to the hidden entrance which would lead them into the dark world below. She noted the fire of anger in his eyes, and looked away quickly, giving a tug on the rope and setting off towards the nearby hills.<br><br>Her cloak swayed from side to side as she walked in front of him, picking her way across the terrain in a route that would make it difficult for even a skilled hunter to follow their tracks. Her hood was down, and her high pony tail moved with the cool breeze, Whipping about her as she now and then glanced back at her captive, keeping a wary eye on him. These times, her gaze would linger on him, studying his expression, and noticing little details about him-- His proud bearing depite the wounds, his features, the elegant stride in his step.<br><br>She stopped more than once, glacing about impatiently while he caught his breath, sometimes loosening the rope around his neck when it had become too tight.<br><br>The last mile of their journey she waded through a small creek that wound it's way through the landscape, finally arriving at a small entrance where it spilled from a rock face in a canyon between two hills. They had to crouch as they passed through the narrow opening, but inside the cave opened up in a small chamber, where the water flowed out between two large boulders. The chamber was high enough to stand in, the trickling of water echoing off the stone walls. A pale light showed at the entrance. The last either of them would see of the surface world for a long time.<br><br>Without a word, she threw her cloak on the floor in a corner, pulled the rope from his neck and motioned for him to sit down.<br><br>She went to stand by the entrance, her slender body silhouetted against the dim light from outside, gazing out to make sure they hadn't been followed, and now and then keeping an eye on him over her shoulder.<br><br>"resst now Darthiiri, we have a long and dengerouss journey ahead of uss"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 22:44:14</strong>
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				Moved along behind her as she dragged him by the rope. Oh he felt it growing tighter as he felt it clenching around his throat making him groan occasionally but he kept moving with her, growling slightly while he kept up with her, trying to keep himself from wanting to lash out, he'd get himself hurt that way, and he was already hurt.<br><br>The trip was harsh on him, even with her breaks to help him breath, moving still though he kept up, not noticing her glances at first to concentrated on the pain of moving so much, so soon after being healed. It was a very close chance that this race to wherever she planned to take him could kill him after all.<br><br>Though when she pulled him into the cave he winced crouching, it making his torso flare in pain even more before he felt the rope free of his neck. His eyes were not used to being so sensitive to dark so it was still hard for him to see even in the pale light.&nbsp; "Stop calling me, that, my name is Therin." He spit angrily towards her, even as he panted and crouched trying to recover his energy, and quell the nausea that was floating at the edge of his vision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 23:07:06</strong>
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				She turned to face him again, moving away from the cave entrance, certain that no one had followed them there. She looked him over with an expression that could have been concern, hearing the trace of pain in his voice, hoping that their rush to this place had not put too much strain on his wounded body.<br>She ignored his rude gesture as he spat at her, merely moving aside effortlessly, knowing that she had done her part to anger him so, and not wanting this pause in their journey to take off in the wrong direction.<br><br>"Theriin"<br><br>She tasted the word, licking her lips with her dark blue tongue as she studied him. She searched for her words a moment before continuing, as if what she was saying had not passed over her lips before.<br><br>"How do you... feel Theriin?"<br><br>She cocked her head waiting for his reply. <br><br>As his eyes grew more accustomed to the dim light, he could see more of her. She was lightly clad, in what looked more like intricate jewellery than clothes. Her her toned body and limbs were lithe and elegant, muscles moving under her smooth dark skin as she shifted her weight from one slender foot to the other, not an ounce of extra weight on her. <br>Not one, but two wicked looking blades rested at her hips. Gilded, ornate weapons which would surely have some magical qualities to them, her one hand still clutching the shoulder strap of her satchel.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 03:17:06</strong>
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				He heard her question and almost growled out at it, he hurt, his entire body ached and flared with pain and he could barely breath because of a tightness in his chest. Every time he took a deep breath it hurt a particular slice that had been across his chest. Shaking his head he moved his legs slowly beneath him stretching them out, trying to ease and ache in them that had grown from walking before his body was ready for it.<br><br>"I feel like i am about to die, is there anything else to expect?" He spoke even as he looked to her, his eyes running over her form, the dark skin it was frightful in its own way. Drow's were evil, all knew this, and seeing her was a thread of fear, revulsion, and anger through his body, as weary as it was. <br><br>"Why did you simply not kill me, or leave me to die?" He demanded wanting to know what she would do with him, or her intents upon saving him. Lifting a hand to rub at his neck where the rope had chafed it uncomfortably.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 06:50:24</strong>
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				She pondered the question for a moment, still gazing at him, her eyes having shifted to the infrared spectrum again as she now studied the wounds on his chest. She had no answer to his question that she was comfortable thinking about. <br>His heat signature was too bright she noted, his body was a red glow against the blue rock, his wound a glare of bright yellow across his chest. His cheeks flushing orange with anger as he spoke to her. He could very well die still if she didn't do anything to save him.<br><br>"I told you Darthi... Theriin... That it is not your tern to diie. That is all you need to know"<br><br>She held out her hand, palm up and uttered a few words in her own language...<br><br>"ssussun doer, oloth takata"<br><br>A cold blue glow bathed the cavern and cast a shadow of her slender form on the wall behind her as a little glowing orb appeared in her hand. She let it go like one would a bird, and it floated slowly upwards, illuminating the chamber. She drew her blade with a soft whisper of steel, and stepped closer to the elf.<br><br>"Tern around so that I may release your armss Theriin. Do not waste your liife trying to attack me"<br><br>She knelt down in front of him, her blade held low in an unthreatening manner, motioning with a slender hand for him to do as she had asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 05:59:35</strong>
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				When the light lit the cave more it made his eyes narrow they had been adapting to the pitch darkness and now his pupils retaliated against the introduction of light once more. Shifting himself slightly he held his ground watching her even as he panted, it was obvious he was in no shape to argue for fight. But he wanted to, finally though he turned around and felt the blade slice through the bonds letting his arms free. Moving he rubbed his palms against the opposing wrists gently carefully tending the roughed up skin. <br><br>"Hopefully my time will be soon if i'm to follow you further." He could not help being bitter, he would not be thankful for his life if he was going to be treated like a slave. Dragged into the bowels of the earth and further, into hell itself. Moving he rubbed his fingertips against his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 11:42:06</strong>
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				She dropped her jaw slightly at his words, glaring at him from behind his back, for a moment gripping the hilt of her dagger tighter. She had never before saved the life of anyone or anything, but she had somehow expected that the surfacer would at least be grateful. Surely a few ropes was better than bleeding to death in the grass?<br><br>Inside her, the little flame of compassion that had burned was covered by a dark cloud. She gripped him by the shoulder and yanked him backwards, pulling him onto his back on the cloak that she had spread out on the floor for him. If he saw this as slavery, then slavery it would be, but she would need to take care of her property for him to fetch a decent price when she got back.<br><br>She held him down by his shoulder while she looked over his wounds, poking at them with her fingertips, and ignoring any grunts of pain from him. She felt scorned, and whatever pain that made her feel, he was going to feel as well. Without a word, she got up and spun around, taking a worn, wooden cup from her satchel and filling it in the little stream that trickled from the rocks.<br><br>Mumbling a low chant, she brought the water in the cup to a boil and begun pouring in herbs from little leather pouches, including a few of the ones she had taken from him. Swirling the cup she turned to face him again, kneeling down on one knee and offering him the cup. Her other hand was still holding the viscious curved dagger, and she wore a cold expression, a stern look in her eyes.<br><br>"Thiis will help with the feever Darthiiri. Drenk it" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 01:32:57</strong>
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				Felt her jerk him down to the ground making him cry out in pain from his wounds, before further she started to dig her fingertips into his torso making him him wince and groan though he fought hitting her. Knowing she could kill him easily how he was, only keeping himself alive would provide freedom. Of anything else he may have been thankful, but he worried what would happen to him from here, worried what she wanted of him, what this dark skinned devil intended for him. She gave him no reasoning why she saved him, and he had no inkling besides the dark thoughts and rumors twisted in his head of her kind.<br><br>When she brought something close he turned his head aside, refusing. "No, i will drink no more of your potions." If he died, he would die, he did not fear death, no but he was weary, he would not go to it of stupidity. Attacking her was that, but of drinking the things she would give him. He worried that it would bend his will, that she would use magic or potions to force him to betray his kind, betray locations of his people. Thinking only the worst of the strange Drow woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 14:37:48</strong>
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				For a few moments she had to resist the urge to throw the hot drink in his face. Had he been any other slave she would have punished him cruelly for his refusal. <br><br>"Were it not for my potionss Darthiiri, you would already have passed from this life. Your woundss may be closed, but there iss fire in your blood. You must drenk and grow sstrong" <br><br>She set the cup down in front of him and rumaged in her satchel, producing a piece of waybread which she placed next to it. Then she got up and left him in peace for a while.<br><br>She felt weary. An elven slave was a prize indeed, but somehow this was not how she wanted it to be. She had rescued him because she wanted him to live, but yet he hated her for it. Perhaps that was to be expected. She thought back to the rush she had felt when she first saw him, when she had breathed in his scent. She couldn't possibly tell him why she had saved him or even what her plans were, but for now she would keep him alive until she could find out for herself.<br>If she had to force him she would, but she feared it would only complicate matters.<br><br>She cast a glance at him over her shoulder and went to the small stream, ducking down behind a boulder to drink and wash herself while she let her mind relax. She lay her garments in a little pile and put her blades next to them, within easy reach. Then with a shivering gasp she splashed water on herself and began to wash off the dust from the long journey under the sky. She dipped her hair in the stream, running her fingers through it and wringing it out. <br>Now and then he would catch a glimpse of a slender leg or a bare shoulder, and a few times she peaked her head up to keep an eye on him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 22:23:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then i should die." He spoke simply enough before he sighed slightly and turned to watched her as she moved, away, moved behind the stream, moving into the water. He sighed softly licking his lips for a moment even as he lifted his shoulder slightly, trying to sit up,&nbsp; but after a few moments of trying all he could do was tilt his body up more, not fully sit up. His muscles screaming in pain, the ache through his body. Turning his gaze towards her while he could see random limbs as she apparently washed herself.<br><br>Finally he picked up the goblet and took a slow draw from it. His throat was achingly dry, and he could tell the wounds sustained to him were still aching, and he needed to do what he could to fix them. If he was going to get away from her at all. Though, he was unarmed, and he was hurt, even if she did help him heal some, it would not be enough. Moving he took a bite of the bread she had left him chewing it slowly and swallowing it painfully.<br><br>The glimpses told him little, except she was trim as any elf woman, even if her skin was dark as night rather than the soft tan most of his people kept their skin as. Or the pale sweet white that others of his kind kept too. The differences of the elves were strange those of the surface were not faulted for the differences of color which came between them. But hose below were scorned for their darkness. But it was not of their skin, it was of their hearts, the torture they believed in. The wretched spider goddess they worshiped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 15:51:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drink made him somewhat drowsy, but also took the pain from his wounds some, leaving him feeling comfortably warm, and better than he had since that meeting with the orcs-- If only physically.<br><br>When the slender drow reemerged from behind the boulders she was wearing a short black tunic of a soft material, which came down to just barely reach her thighs, her feet were bare, and her damp hair clung to her slightly. She took a few steps towards him, then suddently stopped, looking down at her feet. She bent down carefully, seemingly picking something up from the ground, and as she stood up he could see a large spider in her hand, which she gently placed on one of the boulders, gazing at it for a moment as it skittered away.<br><br>She returned her attention to her captive and moved closer. In her hand she carried a waterskin, a piece of cloth and what looked like a bar of soap.<br><br>She stood over him, gazing down at him and noting that he had sipped at least some of the medicinal concotion and had a few bites of bread. It pleased her, but she was also aware that she had to be careful. Soon he would be strong enough to fight, and there was no doubt that he hated her as much as he would any other dark elf.<br><br>"Drenk the resst of that Theriin, it will do you good"<br><br>She had had a chance to clear her mind, and her anger had faded, especially after learning that he had accepted some of the food and drink. <br><br>Placing the water and soap next to him, she went to her satchel again and pulled more of the soft black rope from it. It was clear that there was some magic placed on the container, for it seemed able to hold more things than were possible for it's size.<br>She coiled the rope neatly around one arm, and went back to stand over him, bringing the satchel with her.<br><br>"Geve me your wrissts Therin"<br><br>The words sounded half way between a request and an order, and she gazed calmly down at him after speaking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 23:31:31</strong>
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				His eyes trimmed over her form as she stepped out, she was not wearing much but she was clothed, it was something. Moving himself slightly he reached down to the cup again pausing. He felt better, at least some from drinking it, he should not scorn it entirely. Moving he took another drink of it, before finishing it off downing it. Reaching for the bread he took another bite before going still eyes narrowing again when she asked for his wrists.<br><br>"Why must you bind me?" He spoke, he didn't to go deeper into the Underdark, it wasn't exactly a fear of caverns, but no surface elf was truly comfortable in the utter darkness of the bowels of the world. Their dark cousins roamed there, and it was no place for him or his fair skin.<br><br>"Just let me go if you wish to spare me Drow, i will do you no harm if you release me now, i will go my own way and you will never have to look on me again." He spoke, it wasn't begging, no, he would not stoop so low as to that, but he wished to try to reason with her. She did not seem as heartless as some of her kind, she seemed conflicted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 10:33:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She elegantly slipped one leg over him to stand stride his waist, the rope still draped over one arm. She raised one leg and place the tip of her slender bare foot on his chest, pushing him gently down. In the shadows cast by the magical blue orb above, it was hard to see if she was wearing anything underneath the black tunic.<br><br>She gazed down at him and shook her head a little.<br><br>"We are not going anywhere as it iss Theriin. The stiink of blood on you would attract predatorss from miles away... You need to get clean firsst, and I would prefer to make ssure you don't keel me while I am doing it."<br><br>The heavy dose of painkilling herbs in the tea made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, and slightly dizzy-- compliant against his better wishes. He could still fight it with some effort, but it seemed so tempting to give in and just bask in the warm feeling.<br><br>"Pleaze Theriin, you must undersstand my need for precautionss. Do you thenk I would be alive right now if the tables had been terned? If you had found me there in the grass, halfway dead?"<br><br>She arched a white eyebrow, cocking her head as she looked at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 10:54:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shifted himself slightly when she came closer, moving to stand over his waist and then that slender foot pressed against his chest. Pushing him down making him sigh closing his eyes slightly, at least she was gentle. He felt the sting, slightly, the pressure of her foot hurting some because of her placement. Looking up to her eyes taking a slow breath while he remained still beneath her. <br><br>"I give you my word, i will not attempt to kill you while you help me clean." He didn't like the smell of blood clinging to his form, he certainly needed washed. Keeping his gaze on her while he shifted slightly beneath her wincing at the faint movement. His eyes could trace up the slender frame of her leg, but beneath the tunic was dark, the faint blue orb behind her keeping her modesty.<br><br>"I would not have killed you." A drow in battle he would kill in an instant, because they would have killed him. But wounded as he was, in her place. Maybe he would have left her alive after all, maybe even helped her. He did not know, he was not a born killer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 18:36:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gazed down at him, pondering his words, studying his features to try to determine if he was lying. Finally, she decided that he was still not strong enough to take her should he try. She slid the tip of her foot softly down his stomach&nbsp; before placing it back on the ground. She threw her satchel out of reach and the coil of rope on top of it, then slowly sat down astride his hips, keeping a wary eye on him.<br><br>She let out a soft little sigh as her gaze wandered over his body, reaching one hand out for the waterskin, warming the water with the same spell she had used for his tea earlier, the blue light dimming momentarily as some of her energy was diverted, leaving her a faint and slender silhouette on top of him.<br><br>Her breath was shallow, excited to finally be this close to him without using force or threats, and anxious that he would suddenly try to attack. She took the cloth in her hand, wetting it and squeezing it in her hand, letting the warm water trickle onto his chest. She watched as the water pooled in the grooves between his toned muscles and dripped slowly down his sides. <br><br>"You really do need a wash Theriin" She teased him and wrinkled her nose playfully.<br><br>She took the bar of soap and rubbed it against the cloth, leaning forward onto her palm and laying the warm damp fabric against his chest. She rubbed it in slow circles over his skin, softly scrubbing away the dirt and blood to reveal the smooth fair skin below.<br>She was surprisingly gentle, a little furrow of concentration on her brow as she carefully cleaned the newly healed wounds.<br><br>She remained silent, but now and then she would gaze up at him, watching his expression.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 07:02:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Was relieved when she decided that she would not tie him up, he didnt want bound again, not now at least. He was sure that it would not last but for now it was obvious she had gone with his plea. When she sat on his hips though he had to shift them slightly, she was not uncomfortable, she had the curves which made her position not one of discomfort. But it was still awkward, and feeling her begin to let water dribble onto his chest he sighed. <br><br>"Yes, i know." He had felt the caked blood on his body, it had still been there from his wounds despite her potions, and it had been very uncomfortable. Her scrubbing though while still slightly uncomfortable, seemed gentle enough, it didnt purposely hurt him after all. Shifting slightly beneath her he closed his eyes, trying to imagine he was not here, that he was not beneath a drow, and in a cave, listening to the trickle of the water while she worked against his skin.<br><br>"...Thank you." He didnt even know her name, and didn't know if he should ask, it may only arouse a anger in her, who knew with this drow woman. It was difficult, trying to figure out what he'd have to do, she knew he was weak still, otherwise she would never have unbound him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 15:37:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drow looked up to see that the elf had closed his eyes, smiling as she felt him relax just a little. At least it seemed that he would accept her attention and not try to attack her. <br><br>"I am Izeu..." She replied in a soft voice.<br><br>She rubbed the damp cloth over his arms, noting his strong well trained muscles. Elves were often physically handsome-- even this pale variety, but this one was particularly pleasing to the eye she thought.<br><br>She bit her lip as she leaned gently back and forth, rubbing the cloth up and down one arm. She was quite enjoying herself, this bonding ritual of washing, which went back further than the sentient races themselves. She had seen animal mates do this to each other. Apparently all creatures had this need for closeness, even the hateful drow carried it as a remnant deep inside. Something which, in the case of this particular drow, was coming to the surface.<br><br>She wrung out the cloth again and applied more water and soap, leaning forward to do his shoulders. Not quite able to reach, she scooted forward, and as she sat down astride his stomach, he felt her soft bare skin against his, heard a stifled little whisper of a moan escaping her lips. <br><br>Forgetting herself, she closed her eyes and let her dexterous fingers find their way around his body while she rinsed off the soap. A little sweet smile on her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 00:01:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Heard her name and remained still while she moved her hands against him, washing away the clotted blood and dirt from his fight. Though his eyes kept on her the smile lingering against her lips unnerved him slightly. Weary, and almost nervous of what the smile could mean, thinking perhaps that it was a warning of sorts, or that she was on edge to do something worse to him. He did not know, but couldnt have possibly imagined the truth of the matter.<br><br>When she scooted forward her felt her bare flesh against his skin and hit made him shift slightly, had she no decency? That soft sound from her lips, followed by another smile, which she seemed to lose herself some in, her face was distant almost, and she obviously was paying little attention to what she was doing, aside from her hands against his skin. What was he to protest, if she was distracted she would not think of worse to do. <br><br>Despite himself he could not help his body noticing how soft her skin was, the press of her against him intimate in its own way. Her form was not displeasing, even if her skin startled the idea from his mind at first, it came back round to plague his thoughts further even if he did not wish them too. "Thank you, Izeu.." He of course pronounced it slightly wrong, his tongue used to surface common, not the strange accent she used.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 18:05:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She opened her eyes to gaze at him tenderly as he spoke her name. Supporting herself with her palms on his shoulders, she scooted forward a little further, sudying his face as she stroked the damp cloth over his forehead and down his cheek, drawing a line of fair clean skin through the layer of travel dust. She cleaned the cloth again and did the rest of his face and his neck, studying closely his fine features as she did so. She leaned a bit closer as she finished up the last spots, her long white pony tail dropping off her shoulder to tickle over his chest.<br><br>For a long moment, she gazed into his eyes, her own milk white orbs revealing little of her thoughts. She wanted to lay down against him, bury her face in his neck and feel his strong arms around her, but it was silly. He might be grateful now that she had saved his life, but when he learned where she was planning to take him he would surely protest. What was a simple charitable gesture against millennea of mutual hatred? How long would she last in her home if the others learned of her feelings towards this pale handsome creature?<br><br>She let out a sigh and pushed herself back up, steeling herself, her expression hardening a little. She felt weak and stupid, these thoughts flaring a little spark of anger in her. She had not made this dangerous journey just to come home and be killed for showing weakness-- Showing weakness towards one of the hated surface elves, their mortal enemies. The elf was her captive, and she could not afford to forget that.<br><br>She rose up onto her knees and reached out for the rope again, motioning to him with her hand.<br><br>"It iss time to ssleep. Tern around Darthiiri, and cross your wrissts behind your back... Do not make me forze you, you know that we will both be ssafer this wey"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 11:37:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;She bathed him tenderly with her fingers and the clothe carefully, working her clothe against his skin to wash his skin of the blood finally. Sighing slightly he closed his eyes feeling her hair against his skin slightly while he shifted beneath her slightly while she straddled over his body. When he sighed slightly as she leaned back from him finally speaking as she did. Making him hiss slightly he licked his lips parting them to stare up at her eyes slightly.<br><br>He request was simple, she would hurt him if he did not let her tie him, he knew that she would, and he knew that she could. She could kill him easily, could strangle him. Moving he turned over slowly onto his chest slightly shifting his hips beneath her so she could put his wrists behind his back and tie them together. Closing his eyes. He was not a fool, he was an elf, and he knew that his best strategy would be to go alone with this drow. Even if he was going to the pits of hell, chained like a damned soul, and unable to get himself free of this pit. Oh yes, he knew that being stuck in the underdark would be his end, but his end could come now if he did not work carefully.<br><br>"Do not call me that. My name is Therin." He spoke almost spitting it out as he closed his eyes and waited, not spitting at her, but flinging the words, his muscles taunt despite the pain it caused him to remain tense like he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 17:54:04</strong>
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				She winced slightly behind his back. She found that she did not like him complying to her orders in this way. This what not what she wanted, and nor did it seem natural for him to do so. She had no choice however. A lifetime of looking over her back and expecting the worst had made her determined not to take chances. However dangerous her own kin was, they could at least be expected not to kill her unless there was something to gain from it, but a surface elf was her sworn and bitter enemy. She did not want to end her life her in this cage by being stupid. At least she didn't have to fight him for it.<br><br>While these thoughts filled her head, she skillfully bound his wrists as she had before. She took care that the bonds were neat-- snug without being too tight. This type of bondage was second nature to her, most drow who had traded slaves had learned it, and as an elf she had had years to practice and perfect it. She slipped off him with a long sigh and moved down to his legs.<br><br>"I am..."&nbsp; &nbsp;She furrowed her brow, searching for the word she was looking for<br><br>"I am ssorry, Theriin..."<br><br>She remained quiet while she bound his ankles. Testing the bonds again and standing back up. As an afterthought she folded one half of her cloak over him and, with a wave of her hand, dismissed the glowing blue orb, leaving the cavern in darkness. He saw her silhouette against the opening to the outside as she pulled a bedroll from her satchel, and stood to undress. The slender black outline could have belonged to any elf in this light, and she was irrefutably fair. Such a delicate form for such a wicked creature was almost a crime against nature.<br><br>She mumbled another spell, and curled up to get some much needed rest before the sun rose.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 00:32:48</strong>
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				Felt her working the bonds around first his wrists, before moving to do his ankles. When she did he hesitated for a moment his eyes opening in surprise. He had not expected her to say that she was sorry. When he shifted slightly to look back at her some she had already moved to&nbsp; tie his ankles then away from his body moving to the wall where she settled down. Gazing at her slightly while he shifted some eyeing her through the darkness. She settled down onto the ground, after giving his eyes a slight look to her eyes. When he shifted now he waited, listening to her, listening to her heart, and her breathing.<br><br>Finally when he thought she was asleep for sure, he moved his arms slowly groaning at the pain that raced through his chest as he did so. But he moved carefully and slow and considered, not wanting to be heard, not wanting her to hear and wake, unsure of just how sharp a drows ears were, but he was sure they were at least as sharp as his own. So he moved slower so he could get the his arms up, he bent them back, further and further, groaning in pain as he did so, his arms lifting behind him as he pushed them up further before he felt them pop and growled in pain biting his lip hard. Popping his shoulders out of joint, before going further, them popping again as he brought them forward over his head, and then down popping a final time back into joint. Fuck he was going to be sore, but his hands were in front of him now. <br><br>Moving his hands down he bent his knees up still ,moving as slow as he could, his fingers reaching to catch his ankles where the bonds were, hands bound together he could still use them to get his ankles untied. When they finally were he slumped to the cave floor, panting as softly as he could heaving his eyes tight shut. His body exhausted and in pain, thrumming with the effort he'd taken to free his arms from behind him, and his feet. Moving he finally sat up, pushing himself up. Looking over to her he looked at her lingering on the ground sleeping and just remained still for the time, her cloak as near.<br><br><em> If i walk, she will hear me, there is no way i can walk through this cave without stubbing my toe, I'm almost blind. </em> He could not get away...but he could prove a point, moving he rest his back against the wall of the gave looking at her across the expanse as he kept his gaze on her steadily. She was deadly and beautiful, but he would not go simply by the leash she wanted him too. He would go, he could not escape, but it was a silent protest to her enslavement of him, escaping his bonds, he left his wrists, maybe it would make her feel safer thinking he could not escape them. But there were plenty of jagged rocks he could easily slice himself free with in the cave she'd chosen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 05:30:33</strong>
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				Izeu opened her eyes at the strange exotic sound of a birds call-- more melodious than the screeching bats of the underdark. She sat up with a jolt, noticing the first red glow of the dawn on the horizon outside, and spun around quickly to look for her captive. She startled a little as she saw him sitting up, his legs unbound. Then suddenly became aware of herself and quickly pulled her blanket up to cover her. She reached out for her tunic and pulled it over her head before standing up with an air of urgency. <br><br>She walked closer, cocking her head as she gazed down at him. She was puzzled that he had not attempted to escape from the cave now that his legs were unbound. She had placed a spell that would have warned her had he come close to her, and wondered if he had known. She held her hand over her mouth to cover a yawn and ran her fingers through her long white hair. Then she spoke in a stern voice.<br><br>"We need to move Theriin, get up"<br><br>Without hesitating, she went back to her bedroll, rolling it up and stuffing it in her satchel, and picking up another item-- some sort of necklace which she held in one hand as she walked towards a smooth part of the cave wall. Holding the amulet against the stone she mumbled a series words in her own language, reapeating them three times, upon which a door sized section of the wall glowed blue and wisped from existence, revealing a narrow corridor behind it. <br><br>She went back to where she had slept, keeping an eye on him as she buckled on her belt over the tunic, adjusting her blades at her hips before throwing the satchel over her shoulder. With a quick look behind her at the growing dawn outside, she went back to him, drawing one of her long daggers from its sheath and pointing it down the corridor. Her expression indicated that she would brook no hesitation. She was working against time. The sun would be to her disadvantage, and if ever the elf was going to try an escape, it would be now, before they left his world of daylight behind them.<br><br>"Get into the corridor while the wey is sstill open, do not tesst me now Darthiiri"<br><br>She snapped the words at him in a commanding voice, tension clearly visible on her features.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 08:46:50</strong>
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				Had watched her while she sleep, easily at peace it seemed. He didnt trust that she would be save to come onto, like escaping her hearing would be sharp, sharp as an elves he knew, and it would easily give him away the second his toe stubbed a stone or outcrop of rock. It merely would be suicide to attempt to get to her or escape, it was what had kept him in place through the night, his eyes tight on her, concentrating, planning, thinking.<br><br>Unfortunately, all his plans lead to nothing, he would not be free, not with how weary and weak he was. No it was dangerous for him to even ponder on escape in his current position. Though when she woke he stirred little shifting his freed legs calmly enough, as if pointing out that he was free when she would know he should not be. <br><br>The door to hell opened upon her beck and call it seemed as the darkness that was showed itself. While the cave they were in seemed dark to him. The door that she had made let to a darkness so complete that he knew when he entered it he would be blind, utterly, and there was nothing that would change that that he knew of. Shifting he stood up at her order.<br><br>Though when she gestured the blade towards the door he made his move. He didn't attempt to attack her necessarily, no his bound hands shot out to grasp at her wrist and forearm, the one holding her unsheathed dagger. He pushed his hips forward close, shoving his body into the way of her grasping the other sheathed dagger and pinning himself close to her. "Know this Drow, i will not always be a weak creature to your beck and pull." He growled before he stepped back releasing her as quickly as he made his grab to her, turning towards the entrance and walking as if he had not made the move at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 03:46:31</strong>
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				Therin took Izeu by surprise as she was suddenly upon her. His grip was strong around her wrist, too strong, and he pressed her up against the wall in a position where she couldn't get to her other dagger. She felt a rush of fear at the thought that if his hands had been unbound, he could have gotten to it by now and plunged it past her ribs. The attack however, was over as quickly as it had started, and to her relief, the elf walked down the corridor as instructed. <br><br>for a moment she just stood there, panting for breath and leaning against the wall. She massaged her wrist where he had held it in his grip. His strength was definitely returning, but once the door was closed behind them, She would have every advantage, he would need her to stay alive in the dark maze of caverns that was her world. If he took her life it would likely mean the end of his own as well.<br><br>She saw the sunlight creeping closer across the stone floor and swiftly followed Therin down the corridor, the stone shimmering back into existence behind her and leaving the way forward pitch black.<br>It took a brief moment for her eyes to adjust, and she saw him a few paces ahead of her, the warmth of his body a red glow against the cool blue rock. His fever was gone it seemed, and he was certainly strong enough to travel, but he would need help to see.<br><br>She moved up to him silently, walking around to stand in front of him, gazing at him as he stood blinking, blind in the utter darkness that surrounded him. Part of her pitied him. As a surface dweller, it would be hard for him to never again see the light of day. Some of them went mad after a while, but she somehow suspected that this elf was stronger.<br><br>She muttered a few arcane words. He had heard her speak them before, and as she did a small blue globe of light appeared between them, floating upwards and illuminating them both. She still had her blade in hand, and reached out for his wrists to cut his bonds.<br><br>"You can not open the door Theriin. I trust you will be too ssmart to attack me again"<br><br>She gazed at him with narrowed eyes for a moment. Then, as if to test him, she turned her back to him, and knelt down to rummage through her satchel. She found what she was looking for and stood back up, slipping on the bottom piece of the jewelled set she had worn when he first saw her, tugging it up under her tunic, before pulling that off. Her back was bare, and he could see how slender she was. She almost looked frail, the shape of her ribs and spine faintly visible under her skin in the bright blue light. She put on her top and reached behind her to close it. Surely there was some magic in the sparse garment for her to chose it for a trek through the underdark. Picking up her cloak and slinging her satchel over one shoulder, she turned to gaze at him for a moment, looking him up and down.<br><br>"Are you ready for thiss journey Theriin?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 02:23:14</strong>
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				Watched as she whisked up yet another light into the tunnel illuminating the darkness he knew that would consume them from then on. A terrible darkness he could not control, or see through, his own skills in magic were slim, and would not aide him here. Nor would they aide him long after he leaves the surface and the balance of his life. He only hoped that he could cling onto his sanity, as well as the little magic he could do, it was his only hope, that and keeping it unrevealed to her, though, he was still weak despite his display of insolence, and he knew doing such now would only send him back to the edge of death. <br><br>When she fitted herself once again with the strange skimpy garment he couldn't help but wonder at the appeal of such a thing, it gave no protection to the elements, nor to injury or bladed weapon. It was hardly what he would expect a warrior of any kind to wear, which only gave him pause to consider all the things that it may do which he could not see. He knew the drows were obsessed with their magic, and poured it into many things, the abused the arcane arts. And he knew well that what she wore would have more purpose then to make her alluring.<br><br>"I am ready to step into hell Izeu." He spoke simply enough even as he rubbed his wrists, the rope had been tight and chaffed his wrists some, but nothing that would bother him long. Finally though he reached to his own shirt and ripped a piece of it clear, wrapping it around his wrist lightly for later. "Will you keep the light, or will you douse it and force me to travel blind?" If he would be blind he would be it by his hand, the blindfold may safe part of his sanity further, a reason for their not to be light, to be dark, it would help his mind reason.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 02:51:45</strong>
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				Izeu gazed at him as she donned her cloak and clasped it at the front, once again obscuring her slender form. She frowned at the comparison of the underdark to hell, wondering how much he knew of either. She felt at home here, more sure of herself now that she had left the world of daylight behind. She was in her element, and felt part of these dark caverns as Therin felt part of his forests.<br><br>She worried for the elf, and though they would be much more of a target if she maintained the glowing orb, she would not rob him of the last shred of the light which these surface dwellers held so dear.<br><br>"The choice iss yourss Theriin. The light will be dengerous, but without it, you will have to trusst me"<br><br>She cocked her head, studying him while she waited for his reply.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 04:31:14</strong>
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				Took a deep breath. "Then plunge me into the darkness Izeu." He said simply enough and moved lifting the cloth from his wrist and tying it up around his eyes, blocking the light out before she even could banish it. He was putting himself into the darkness, he was in control, she was not, not at all. If he didn't have control over something he would go insane, and he'd probably hurt her, and end up killing himself in the process. <br><br>"And escort me to my prison." He knew he would not be free even when they got to her destination. No that would be the end of him, because he could never get back out of the depths of the underdark, caverns do deep and dark that a soft breeze or ray of sunlight would never meet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 19:27:15</strong>
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				She stood and looked at him for a while, then let out a small sigh and banished the light, letting her eyes once again adjust to the complete dark of the underworld.<br><br>Moments later a myriad colours came into view before her eyes. Caverns of dark blue and purple stones, streaked with bright icy blue where the cold water trickled down the rocks, Therin and herself glowed warm red and orange, and as she spun slowly she could see the colours disappearing into black beyond the range of her vision. She finally felt at home, and regretted that the elf could not see what she did.<br><br>"The path iss easy. We will use the light when it gets more treacherouss"<br><br>With that she put her hand in his and gently tugged him along, starting down the winding passageway that lead ever downwards into the bowels of the earth. She walked in silence, scanning the way before them for signs of danger, secretly enjoying the warmth where their hands met.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 06:17:39</strong>
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				Was in the darkness, and he knew it was deeper then even his perception could give, a darkness that was null, and void of anything that his eyes could perceive. So whilst his sense was deprived he listened all the harder. Listening to the sound of their bodies, their steps. He felt the strange feel of her hand in his own, both warm, and not warm enough, Drow's such strange dark creatures. The tunnel, cool, and yet he could sense there was more to it. The dampness in the air slight, as if from far away, he wondered what grew deeper in, because the Drow's must eat something aside from meat, and wondered how they grew.<br><br>These things came to mind, partially at of an instinctual need to make himself one with the nature, even in this barrenesque place. And another need of survival, a part of his mind planning already what he would have to do, adapt too, change to be able to survive away from her, and this place. For even if he could not retrace his steps to a door he could not open. Caverns could hold many openings to the service, one simply had to explore them enough. His eyes were useless, but his nose, his hearing, his touch, he still had senses, sharp one's to his uses, and he would find a way to survive, if nothing else.<br><br>"Izeu, how much will i fetch you?" He of course assumed he was meant to be a slave of sorts, or killed for the pleasure of it, thinking the worst of the Drow's he was imprisoned too. There had to be some gain for her to go to the trouble of not only healing him, but to continue to drag him down. She could have simply left an gone home else wise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eshva</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 19:00:24</strong>
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				She stopped at his question, turning around and letting her hand slip from his. For a moment there was silence-- only the faint sound of dripping from distant stalactites. Then he heard her soft voice in the darkness, closer than he expected.<br><br>"I am not going to ssell you Theriin. You are my captive, but you are not my sslave."<br><br>He felt her fingertips brushing over his cheek, pushing up the blindfold to uncover his eyes.<br><br>"You don't need this Theriin..."<br><br>Izeu gazed at him as the cloth came away, revealing his face to her. She could see perfectly with her darkvision, and knowing that he couldn't see her, she took her time to gaze at him, and was reminded why she had gone through all the trouble to bring him here.<br>She slipped her hand into his again and tugged gently.<br><br>"Please...Come...There is something I want to show you..."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underdark (Eshva &amp; ObscureObscenities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObscureObscenities</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 00:37:44</strong>
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				Thought for a moment that she had left him there in the dark, before he felt her hands on his face, and her words so close to him pulling at the blindfold. "Please Izeu...for my sanity leave it." He spoke his hand lifting to capture the fold before it could be pulled away. Any reason to trick his mind into accepting the darkness more so then being amongst the ever lasting night she brought him too.<br><br>Her words, he did not believe them, he knew he was a slave, cause he was a captive, he would have no free will, and she forced him to go where he would not. What else was there to call it? "I can see nothing down here." He let her take his hand again though, so he could follow, since otherwise he would be left to the darkness and nothingness.
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