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The iron gates of the Torndar citadel opened slowly, ranks of black armored Drow soldiers stepped forth onto the courtyard to block the only known entrance.
House Torndar had been silent for days, there were whispers of a crisis that threatened to destroy this mighty Drow house. The first whispers were quickly silenced by poisoned crossbow bolts yet the wild rumours continued to fly.
Some said that Matron Torndar was dead and that they were attempting to hide this fact as long as possible. Others told that Breena the only daughter had become impatient and attempted to take her mothers role prematurely.
Phaere the keeper of the gate moved to the front of the regiment, her armour and shield appeared to be made entirely of bone. She unrolled the scroll in her hand - only the names on that scroll would be permitted entrance. Those who attempted to deceive her would be permitted a swift end from her Broadsword.
Whatever politics there were going on within the citadel, the gate keeper and her guards had lost none of their discipline.
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I walk slowly along the street, silently approaching the House Torndar. My mind is slightly preoccupied with thoughts of restoring my House, unlikely as it may seem. I have heard the rumors concering the House Torndar in town, but put it down to be the ramblings of inferior beings. If there was something going on at House Torndar, I'll find out soon enough. Either that or my head would will up as a trophy and the House Do'rret would truly be no more.
As I round the next bend, the House comes into my field of vision. I count down from three to one in my head, and just after I get below one I see the ebony infantry regiment blocking the front gate. It was a sight I had seen many times before, so it didn't particularly surprise me. I spot the one in the bone-white armor and shield. Obviously one of high rank. She's either the regiment leader or a gatekeeper. I'd be mad to anger her, even if she wasn't backed up by a full infantry regiment.
Not wanting to make any threatening actions, I fold my arms on my chest in such a manner that still shows my hands as loosely-clenched fists under my upper arms and approach the white-armored one slowly. Knowing I'll draw her attention, I simply stand withing arm's reach of her and look her in the eye.
"I am Zaknjss of the House Do'rret. I recieved a summons from House Torndar," I say in a in a low tenor, not putting much emotion into my words. I dare not say anymore unless told to elaborate on my words.
OOC: Just so you know, italicized text are my character's thoughts. <adds to his subscribed threads>
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I give a brief nod to the woman in the white armor and walk slowly through the narrow gap made by the regiment. Taking care not to make any provocative movements, I keep my arms folded as they are while repeatedly looking on either side of the gap. After about five seconds of the back-and-forth eye deal, I concentrate solely on looking ahead to the gate.
During the walk through the regiment, I take a second or two to reflect on how I came to be where I am now. Well, besides the obvious reasons anyhow. I think of the virtual destruction of my House, the mistreatment I recieved from my older sisters, the years I've spent in constant migration. Oddly, it doesn't invoke any major emotional reaction. All I feel is a slight inkling of... loneliness? I dismiss it as meaningless for now and continue until I reach the gate and wait for it to open.
Felynriina approached the Torndar stronghold, her blue eyes took in every detail of the monumental structure.
She looked across at Kya mildly pleased that the girl had stopped trying to run from her, nevertheless she gestured for the slave to move closer to her. She whispered into the former commoners ear â€śI have no plans to enter a fortress without prior expectationsâ€? the Priestess nibbled on the young Drow's ear before continuing â€śwe shall remain here for now and observe the others who enter, tell no one of our intentionsâ€?.
Kya gasped softly as she felt the noble's teeth on her soft skin. She tried to remain silent and still, even though Felynriina's nibbling on the sensitive tips of her drowish ears raised a strange combination of fear and arousal in her.
Unable to fight the playful, posessive caresses of the priestess she hoped that Felynriina would stop soon - and, to her relief, she did. Of course it was only a matter of time until the mistress would start again or do something else, if she would get bored.
"Do you want your heretic rare, medium or well done, Lord Inquisitor?"
As I approach the gates, I silently curse myself for not noticing the gates were already open. Clenching my forehead with my right hand for a moment, I force my mind back to the present, the here and now. I know House Torndar was a very influential House. The thought crosses through that they may be able to help restore my own fallen House, whether they know they've given it or not.
I turn around and take a last look at the world outside House Torndar. I notice two female Drow standing side-by-side. They have the look of a Priestess and a commoner about them, but from this distance it's hard to tell. I turn around, my cloak twirling dramatically, and stroll through the massive iron gates and into House Torndar.
I silently laugh at what the ghostly voices in the shadows have just said, an amused, sinister laugh. I sincerely doubt Matron Torndar would want the aid of one so bereft of power and wealth to aid her in the conception of another daughter.
By the way the voices speak, I get the felling that the Matron and her daughter are still alive. Of course, that could be comepletely wrong. Still, I feel this needs confirmation.
"I know not why I was summoned here," I say to the voices in the shadows, relaxing my arms a bit but still keeping them folded. "but I would have been denied both entry and life if someone with authority had not called me here. If that answer is satisfactory, then perhaps you woul be so kind as to tell me if the rumors concerning Matron Torndar's supposed death and her daughter Breena are false?" I'm hoping we can play tit for tat with these questions.
Maybryn had taking a route across the roof tops from the taven to avoid detection.
Most Drow wouldnâ€™t have cared what sheâ€™d done to her useless brother but she wasnâ€™t taking any chances. The noblewoman was nearly at her destination.
She spied two female Drow out the corner of her eyes, only house Torndar and her allies would dare remain so close to the citadel. Maybryn leapt from the roof confident that if they were hostile they could be dealt with.
I still hate Twiglets!