Bullet with Butterfly Wings
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Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:17:59 GMT -8
After bidding her farewells to Trent, Milhin descended into the Underdark through a deep fissure in the ground. At first, there was nothing unfamiliar. She had traversed these initial passages numerous times, setting the undead to guard and scouting for irregularities.
Near the end of the construction, however, the terrain became less refined and Milhin knew it was more likely that she would encounter resistance the further she wandered. The patrol of drow was not unexpected, and she approached them with her normal meandering pace with hands folded at her waist. In the dark her eyes saw as well as if it were daylight, and her attention immediately focused upon the females of the group. The males in drow society would simply by nature of their gender be considered inferior and inconsequential for Milhin to address.
"Hail to you, Mori`Quessir." Milhin greeted them in their own language, using the term for their people that denoted respect. "My name is Milhin LeNoir. And I come to you from the above city of Azramore to treat with your Matriarch." A neutral expression remained upon her features as she awaited their response. Despite her casual outward demeanor, she was prepared for any resistance or hostility that may be directed her way.
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:18:17 GMT -8
not only were the Drow brought to the upheaval but so were many other denizens of the Underdark, one such being was Khax' Kal' Dire, an evil and sadistic being, an Illithid (Mind Flayer) feared by sentient creatures on many worlds across the multiverse due to their powerful innate psionic abilities. Dwellers of deep Underdark areas, these alien humanoid-looking aberrations sought to expand their dominion over all other creatures, controlling their minds to use them as hopeless slaves and devouring their brains for sustenance. The presence of Milhin had drawn the things from the recesses of the Underdark and now, slow and methodically it stalked the woman to the edge of the drow holdings. A rival intelligence in the dark scrawl that was miles down. It waited hungrily watching. It's innate ability to not register on the drow heat spectrum made him near invisible.
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Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:18:47 GMT -8
The luster of the warrior's skin was such that it almost shined in the dim light afforded by ambient moss used to mark the passage. Darkvision was not the best way to navigate for long stretches, and the phosphorescent moss also changed hue when the levels of faerzeness became toxic. The leader, a female warrior whose gait carried her towards Milhin, glanced her over and spoke with a tone that was surprisingly diplomatic at the moment.
"I've never heard of your city, Surface Dweller." She said the last part with a bit of disdain or perhaps, jealousy. "The Matriarch however.... would wish to see you. " her hand rested for a moment at the pommel of her sword- a curved blade of blackened metal.
" We will take you to her." She said, before signing to the men to move behind Milhin and bring up the rear as they returned to the city.
" Come. We will move quickly. All your surface noise...it's made the passages unsafe. Magma breaks many of the old routes. Seals some. Opens others." And the Drow moved silently and swiftly.
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Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:18:59 GMT -8
"I am not surprised." She replied smoothly. "We are a new settlement. But one your Matriarch will wish to treat with nonetheless." Her tone was confident, and yet at the moment devoid of superiority. They had done nothing to warrant such a thing yet. She would be diplomatic unless otherwise provoked.
"You have my thanks." Milhin appeared unarmed. And to most, that would indicate she was not a threat. But to those who lived beneath the ground, the fact that she was unarmed may mark her as even more of one. She did not require weapons.
Once with the drow patrol, Milhin moved at their pace with a fluid silence that rivaled their own. She seemed to almost flutter as she moved at their quickened place, feet barely touching the ground, if at all.
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Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:19:23 GMT -8
The illithid would use a subtle display of the psionic mind flayer ability and implant a suggestion into the heads of one of the rear guards. ~Come, should you not investigate the sound you hear behind you? Won't it gain you honor in the eyes of the Matriarch? You superiors talk too much, what is that faint sound you may have missed, shouldn't you do the duty of the rear guard and find out?~ Entrancing were the words that floated to the mind of one of the rear guarding drow in the caravan, as the mind flayer sought to draw them away and pick them of one at a time...
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gender: Female
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Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:19:36 GMT -8
Amidst the gloom stalkers, the fact of her movement was noted. She was one of them, and yet not. And even the proud leader of the patrol took proper inventory of their guest. That was when Mirothen signed that something was behind them. In drow sign he communicated of a sound and that he would go and see what it is. The patrol halted as Mirothen's expressed initiative. Male initiative.
The leader of the patrol smirked. " Go but take someone else." She signed, pointing to another of the males. They were expendable after-all.
The two male drow proceeded, where Mirothen felt compelled to go for the honor finding such a thing could bring him to the Matriarch. Blades already drawn, Mirothen lead forward with a hand crossbow. The drow male behind him, Rinze- took out a phial of an alchemical substance that gave them enough light for them to see without depending on darkvision- but the light itself was murky and violet attuned to the elven eye.
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gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
Something behind them. Milhin's eyes followed the movement of their hands, taking in the intention of their hand signals. If the leader payed enough attention, she may have noticed understanding in the eyes of their guest, though currently Milhin did not engage in the sign language with them. Instead her fingers moved with other intent, strengthening the wards that had been woven about her person. Milhin knew what lurked in the darkness beneath the surface. She was not foolish enough to descend into the Underdark without significant magical protections. And it did not hurt to ensure they were at their full strength.
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gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:20:07 GMT -8
The mind flayer became stationary when the drow patrol became complacent. They, the Drow were well equipped to deal with most of the Underdark inhabitants, and they outnumbered a lone Illithid. Before the accursed dark elves came into range to cast the phosphorus moss light upon him he would drape the passage behind them in a confusion spell. The spell, derived from the fact he was an illithid psion meant that it was composed in silence. The two drow sent behind to assure their rear would seem to walk into a fog of sort's. A mental haze would descend over them and their actions would seem delayed but initially they would spot nothing. The lead drow that had stepped away from the caravan was a male, it was no matron mother, this patrol was weak. At the same time as the two drow would wander into the confusion spell, a powerful illusion made them seem to continue off away from the caravan and emit heat signatures, yet sound was muffled. It was visually acute but the combination of abilities made any sound components nulled, a clue...
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gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:20:17 GMT -8
The female leader of the patrol tensed and watched, as the two men entered the passage curve. The confusion that wracked their brains triggered the defenses of elves against enchantment and such magic, and both halted, trying to back away. The confusion itself, if any clear thought was had, made them think they had stumbled into an umber hulk or some other abberant hunter.
The female leader tapped her gauntlet against the stone side of the tunnel, producing sound and signal for the two guards to return the counter sign.
When it didn't happen, the female drow looked to Milhin supsiciously. " This isn't your doing is it?" The other female drow looked at expectantly at the lone remaining male of the original three and he began to back away from the passage that had lured the two drow who suddenly failed to respond.
"We move on." Came the sign, and the two women and one male drow ushered off, abandoning the two men to their errand unless Milhin in some way stopped them.
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gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:20:31 GMT -8
"No..." Milhin mused, canting her head. "That isn't my doing." Violet eyes watched the forms of the two males moving off. Interesting. They did not return the counter sign. Her gaze narrowed. "It is not for me to dictate how you manage your patrol, Commander, and yet I would feel remiss if I did not warn you. Your men are going to die. But I suppose it is an acceptable loss for their weakness." She smiled.
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gender: Female
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Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:20:45 GMT -8
It knew it had been discovered. The drow were a crafty lot, and when the two sent to scout behind would not return and the caravan continued to move on, even a drow youth would know they were being stalked. The ilithid would wait, and watch, something about this surface being made them sacrifice and keep her safe. Not that drow females cared that much for drow males anyway but this was different. His hive would be alerted, and the passage back would not be so easy to traverse as it was initially.....The brains of the confused drow would be consumed after they were lead to a large ravine assuming they chased a fleeing hook horror and where they were lead to believe their party to be. They would step over an edge and plummet to their demise....
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:21:00 GMT -8
" Exactly." The warrior replied, as the continued on their trek back. Soon they were within the city, and all that it entailed. It was warm, cozy- inviting. Almost humid in the massive cavern underground. Steam rose in pockets near bubbling pools fed by geothermal vents.
The winding passages between buildings soon brought them to a main route to the Matriarch's residence, a place of imposing security.
The confused drow were stubborn, as drow were- and there natural resistance to spells gave them some resillience against the battering of there minds, but soon- they were both quite dead. The brains had the distinct taste of shame.
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gender: Female
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Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:21:14 GMT -8
It feasted. The drow relied upon spell like abilities such as feather fall and being able to create a faint luminance. The illithid though were psionic creatures, and these were male drow, their innate abilities were stymied. A matron house mother would have been mentally prepared to deal with the shame and overcome the illusion easily. The two wore no symbols of Lolth or house insignia. Mere patrolmen. Their grey matter was consumed not only by one but a few of his kind. They would emerge from the still encompassing darkness that was the underdark and have a silent exchange before the feast. The hive mind would be alerted.
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gender: Female
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Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:21:26 GMT -8
And so the bodies of the two drow males were left to become food for any number of Underdark inhabitants. Subtly Milhin committed the path to the city to memory and the course they took once among the buildings in the underground cavern.
"Your Matriarch. What is her name?" Milhin inquired idly as the group approached the residence. She had other questions about the city. How many Houses did it possess? Was there a council of Matrons or just the one who ruled? She would learn more, no doubt, with future visits. She was determined that there would be more.
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gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
" Matriarch Creticia." She replied as she lead her within the Matriarch's dwelling. The place was ostentatious, a little over compensating. Creticia's decor screamed that she had won long ago, and perhaps did not know of the challenges ahead. She did not rise from her lounging position in a room flanked by slaves and guards a like.
She looked towards Milhin with a feigned interest, but lacked the subtlty to make her distrust and distaste less than apparent.
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gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:21:50 GMT -8
"Thank you." Milhin observed the over-extravagance of the decor and could see where this Matron's priorities lie. It spoke of someone who valued material goods above most other things, and perhaps of someone who placed too much value in appearances. No doubt someone as unassuming as Milhin impressed her little at first.
"Matron Creticia." The Necromancer greeted her with a slow smile and a respectful nod of her head. She did not bow to this woman. No, Milhin would not indicate herself of a lesser station. At the very least she would present equality and if it came to it, superiority. For all of the Matron's slaves and guards, Milhin felt far richer. She did not require these things to feel safe or fulfilled.
"My name is Milhin LeNoir. I come on behalf of the newly established surface city of Azramore, located directly above your cavern. It is our desire to treat with you for the mutual benefits of both of our peoples." She smiled expectantly at the obviously disinterested woman, undeterred for the moment.
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gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
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Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:22:04 GMT -8
" Name these benefits, LeNoir." Creticia snapped, a glance to her daughter given who bid a slave bring Creticia a drink. No such offer of hospitality extended.
Creticia, was a fool. The world was literally changing all around her, magma flows- caves in, as if the Underdark itself was changing to accomadate the living god above them. A wise Matron would've not rested on the victories of yesteryear and presume all was well.
Creticia had ignored the omens of her downfall, called it fake news. She ignored the encrouaching illithid threat, throwing them men on occasion. She ignored the Duregar who grew stronger even now. And now, she made another mistake. She was treating Milhin LeNoir too lightly.
"LeNoir....Xanatos LeNoir. Right? Spilled seed of a drow male in some whore, then?" Creticia said once her drink was placed in hand.
" Azramore knows how to wow with their delegation. "
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Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:22:18 GMT -8
Milhin's smile was sweet as she addressed the foolish Matron. She seemed to possess the air of patience and humility, seemingly taking no offense at Creticia's flippant and disrespectful treatment of the 'delegate'.
"Oh, there are many things, Matron, that an alliance with Azramore can do for your city. You appear to enjoy luxuries, judging by the contents of your mansion. Luxuries that are most difficult to sustain in the Underdark without a reliable and nearby source. A variety of fresh foods, fruits and vegetation considered delectable and unheard of beneath the ground." She glanced to the leader of the patrol who had brought her head. "Support in times of crisis. Significant magical support. Against Illithid, perhaps?" She mused with a knowing smile. Crisis was coming. "And these are only a few."
She sighed softly, shaking her head. "And I was being so nice. How disappointing for you to say that to me." Her tone was sad, exaggerated and overacted, mocking the Matron. "Do you have a daughter, Matron?" Milhin canted her head suddenly and peered about the room. "You must have. Is she present?
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gender: Female
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Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:22:38 GMT -8
" I am." Said a drow woman of indeterminate age. Long lives did that. She glanced at her mother, more in her cups than in her head, despite the once capricious blessing of the Spider Queen. " My name is Lovelia, and perhaps my mother's opinion do not reflect much more than herself. I see nothing but opportunity between our people.
" Silence yourself Curr." only Curr was not the word the Matriarch used, her iritation at being mocked and then dismissed by her own daughter incensing her anger as she stood from her lounge.
" This Azramore has nothing for us- despite their support. We've done well at my hand. Perhaps our Delegate will brave the way back without one of my patrols."
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gender: Female
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Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Dec 2, 2018 21:22:56 GMT -8
"Oh good. I was hoping you would say that." Milhin smiled to the daughter, Lovelia before turning her gaze back to the misguided Matron.
"Matron Creticia, it would appear your daughter does not hold the same regard for you that I hold for my dearest mother. This is good. Because you have offended me. Not only me, but you have insulted my mother. My father was Xanatos LeNoir and he married and had a child with my mother Travine. A demon." Oh yes, let that sink in. "I love and honour my mother. And no one. no one." She paused for effect as she pierced Creticia with a stare that bypassed skin and looked into one's soul.
"Calls my mother a whore."
With that there was nothing else to say to the Matriarch. She could have prostrated herself at Milhin's feet and begged for forgiveness at that point and it would have done nothing except elicit Milhin's disdain.
Spreading her arms, her ebon hair began to flit from her shoulders as though lifted by some unseen force. Tiny black butterflies broke away from the strands and fluttered towards the Matron in a swarm that congregated about her person despite how she might flail and swat at the insects.
The whole event took only a matter of seconds though it would live long in the memories of the Drow who lived to witness the displeasure of Milhin LeNoir this day. The butterflies clinging to the woman glowed with ultraviolet light which accompanied the draining of Creticia's life force. Milhin did not stop there. There would be no corpse to bury or burn. The butterflies continue to drain the body of energy, for what was matter but energy in physical form? Skin necrotized and thinned, rotting and then drying, becoming paper thin and falling to ash in mere moments there upon her lounge.
Once the matter was done, Milhin turned a smile to Lovelia and nodded her head in respect. "I bid you greeting, Matron Lovelia. My name is Milhin LeNoir of Azramore. And I would like to treat with you."
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