Venture into the Underdark
Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 17:29:15 GMT -8
There were many entrances to the Underdark in Tyran if one simply knew where to look. And while it was seldom that she ever required such knowledge of old hidden passageways that led beneath the earth, it was a piece of her heritage that she had never forgotten. Information she kept hoarded over the years of her life.
Surprisingly after all this time, the portion of her that was drow, was going to be of use. There were times in her past that she had turned her nose up at the dark elven blood that flowed through her veins. It diluted the demonic strength and power she could have possessed, abilities far beyond the scope of what she possessed now had both of her parents been like her mother. However, it was her drow bloodline that bestowed her dainty stature, her deceptive intelligence, her talent for subterfuge. Milhin hadn't maligned her drow heritage for a long time.
When Trent's little sister had come to her, Milhin's first instinct had been to send the girl away to find help elsewhere. But remembering what Trent had told her, about what was lurking in the Far Plane...she thought better of it.
And so with the notes in the language of Qualith safely tucked away on her person, Milhin LeNoir descended into the Underdark via a rarely used passageway, with three skeleton warriors in tow.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Aug 16, 2017 18:10:36 GMT -8
The dank scent of underground soon gave way to the thickness that threatened to suffocate, the discomfort that happened as one went deep enough to get to old bedrock. Here the world was different than the surface, here she was not the only thing that could cling to shadow. Milhin had one advantage any human would 'kill' to have. A reputation. Even those who did not know her, steered clear when they crossed path with a drow, especially one who was followed by the sound of bones clattering.
It was hours of travel, the faerzeness, magical radiation that was warped by the deposits of Aetherium in the earth that kept her simply from teleporting or even fluttering as a swarm of butterflies could be dangerous in this place where magic took a back seat to self-sufficiency.
Luckily, bones kept on clattering, them bones, them bones, them dry bones.
In the quiet of a cavern that opened up one could see the heated stone spire that makred the drow city that rested 'peacefully' and yet so volatile beneath the surface of Tyran. To proceed further would put her to her blood kin- or at least those who would know her form.
Or she could go left, where the lichen grew unnaturally and the predators stayed away, a shaft once mined unitl the aberant were discovered. Warnings line the passage in drow and undercommon both.
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 18:12:25 GMT -8
It was a reputation she knew well how to use to her advantage. Though sleight of stature and dainty of build, the wraith-like movement of her body and the confident placement of her steps identified her as someone that would be well-avoided. The tilt of her chin and the gaze of violet eyes down her nose as though everything else around her was beneath her notice, indicated status and power.
The Necromancer was accustomed to spending time beneath the ground, as the majority of her sanctuaries up until now had been so, though never this deep. The scent of earth and stale air was familiar to her, though she never took her comfort for granted. Milhin knew the danger of this mysterious place applied to her as well, despite her skill and her escort.
The city lay ahead and while it held some appeal, she had little desire to encounter or engage with the kin of her father. To the left, where she easily noted the warnings written in languages she easily comprehended, was far more likely to yield the results she wished.
And so her wanderings carried her towards where the lichen matted thickly upon the walls of stone, for when predators stayed away, it meant there was something far more dangerous present. And that was exactly what Milhin was searching for.
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 20:21:22 GMT -8
The grimlock was a horrifying beast of a 'man'. Ancient priests of elder evils incarnated in the Illithid, they reimagined their holy sacraments as the flesh bestowed to them by the lifeless corpse left over from the Illithid's cerebral devouring. Mishappen, blinded but gifted with preternatural senses- the footfall of dainty slippers against rough stone alerted them that someone entered their master's territory. The group of grimlocks were numerous, enough to give even the drow patrols pause.
It was unfortunate they didn't know who approached.
The Grimlocks were the hue of stone and oh so quiet, hidden in cracks and crevices, waiting as the sound approached. Hungry for flesh, but more so- for the approval of the Master who would embrace the intruder with his maw, his tentacled jaw.
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 20:22:29 GMT -8
If the Necromancer realized exactly what was waiting for her hidden in the rocks, she gave no indication. Instead, she simply proceeded casually with her hands clasped at her waist with the three skeletons closely flanking her to ensure she was not attacked from behind.
Despite her careless appearance, in truth her senses were open to her surroundings and every muscle was prepared to spring at the shortest notice. Milhin would certainly not be surprised to know there were creatures waiting ahead in the dark to ambush her.
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 20:22:44 GMT -8
Grimlocks always struck with a kind of slathering aggression. Not too much noise as it could confuse them, and with frnakly primitive tools of bone and stone were turned to surprisingly effective weapons as they fell on the undead and the necromancer a like. The first wave was five, then the second, seven, the third, ten- and out of the many holes in the cavern walls that proceeded in staggered waves seemingly without end. The grimlocks sought to mob their opposition as they always did, surely some would die- perhaps many, but their brutally effective arithmetic was seldom wrong.
She wouldn't get them all. Right?
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 20:23:06 GMT -8
When the first wave of Grimlocks emerged from their holes and attacked, Milhin smiled. "Oh. I wasn't expecting this at all." She commented with mockery in her lilting tone.
As previously mentioned, it was unfortunate that they didn't not know who they were attacking. Unfortunate for them.
She danced backwards several steps, seeming to almost flutter with feet barely touching the stone beneath her. Raising her hands, Milhin summoned the arcane to her call as her fingers formed patterns and traced symbols in the air. Her voice uttered soft chants, spidery arcane words offering the verbal component to her spell. Extending her hand, a single finger pointed ahead of her, producing a putrid miasma of horrid decay that clouded into the area like a thick fog.
The Grimlocks had no idea what they were running into. As they entered, their flesh began to wither and decay, becoming necrotic within seconds. Any who had the fortune to escape from the Miasma of Death were met by either the descending swords of the skeleton warriors, or fell to the Necromancer's energy drain.
It was no matter when one of her skeletons was shattered by a stone club of a lucky Grimlock. Soon, there would be far more undead available to her than she had originally brought with her.
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 20:23:25 GMT -8
The Grimlocks charged so foolishly, so compulsively it was easy to glory in their distruction until a mental blast rocked the area, accompanied with telekinetic force that caused muscles to spasm and the bones of the skeletons to snap and shatter. It was the feeling of a cold hands, deceptvely strong- slick with some sort of fluid but tight in their grip and the whip of a longer than expected tentacle as Vorienthe the Mind Flayer made his move, previously made invisible by a psionic projection, no illusion so easily seen through but an altering of the very thoughts. The Skeletons were fooled by more mundane trickery.
The tentacle had a venom that would be worthless against a demon- but the Illithid had not planned that far ahead to his detriment.
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 20:23:39 GMT -8
Milhin felt cold slimy hands grasp her from behind, caught sight of writhing tentacles, and knew she had reached her intended target. "Oh...I wouldn't do that." She crooned with a chuckle. A preternatural burst of speed far greater than any typical drow could muster saw the dainty female spinning in the Illithid's grip. Heedless of the tentacles trying to find purchase upon the top of her head, her right hand lashed out, intending upon catching the Mind Flayer by the throat.
"I do not want to kill you, Illithid, but if you force my hand, I swear that your life means nothing to me. It would be an easy thing to take." The Necromancer hissed in undercommon.
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 20:23:54 GMT -8
The Illithid did not entirely feel fear as something untouched by the Far Plane. But...it got the point all the same. Tentacles whipped wildly as she squezzed, and the Illithid's 'voice' could be heard easily in her mind, a presence that did not yet seek to intrude, just communicate.
It would prove wise to be cautious, but for now the psionic creature was compliant.
" *What do you want if not my death, you seek....secrets. Fine. Release me, show me the notes." Those thoughts at her surface mind he could read as simply as one could read letters on a broadsheet. The Mind Flayer, cowed and understanding of this situation relented.
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 20:24:19 GMT -8
Her fingers squeezed until her point was made. Her head tilted, unnerving violet gaze pinning him with a wary stare at his telepathic intrusion. The Illithid seemed to know well enough what she wanted.
She would never be so foolish as to lower her guard in the presence of a Mind Flayer, even one seeming as cooperative as this one was. "Very well." There was no need to continue to threaten. He had seen what her spells had been capable of, and she did not require his life. It would be foolish of him to attempt to double-cross her.
Milhin released her grip on the Illithid's throat and produced the parchments, extending her hand. "See?" She drawled amicably with a sweet smile. "We can get along. There is no need for violence."
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 20:24:37 GMT -8
The Illithid read the notes rather quickly as tentacles traced the layered inks, along the spiral patterns and nearly trembled with their meaning. "The notes speak of a new weakness in the Veil, pierced then torn asunder. 3 parts, made 6 parts, made 2. "
" Then it's all about breaking a seal, getting to the scroll left by 1 part of 3. The rest is simply about the seal, and leaving notes for another who would take the authors place."
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 20:25:16 GMT -8
Milhin listened intently, committing the explanation to memory. There was much in what he said that illicited consideration and she was making connections that seemed plausible based upon what she knew. "I see. That is very interesting. What does it say about the seal? About how to break it?"
"They never discovered how." The illithid offered, putting the notes down and taking a cautious step backward.
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 20:25:38 GMT -8
Milhin swiped the notes and tucked them away once more, making no hostile move towards the Mind Flayer. A part of her considered snuffing out his life. It wasn't a moral problem for her. However, should she require more knowledge that only an Illithid could impart, he offered a convenient solution.
Provided he continued to be cooperative if she required.
"That is all I need for now, Illithid. You've been most helpful. You have my thanks." Her sing-song voice was honey-sweet.
"As a token of my gratitude, I offer you a gift in exchange for the information you have provided." From a pouch at her waist, she produced a glass jar far larger than what it seemed the pouch could hold. Surely the pouch was enchanted.
The glass jar contained a brain suspended in some manner of clear fluid. "It is the brain of a Githyanki." History pitted the Mind Flayers and the Githyanki against each other as arch-enemies. "Enjoy it." She set it down upon the ground and took several steps backwards.
"Farewell."
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Half demon-half drow
Gender: Female
Age: ageless
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Aug 16, 2017 20:26:02 GMT -8
"Consider our alliance, just beginning. I have no loyalties to those eager to return to the Dreaming Dark." And with that, he took steps into the darkness and shadow and far away as quickly as he could. She'd know where to find him, and he preferred to savor such a treat.
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