Shurxena gave a small smile which she hid behind the false meekness of her lowered head while saying, "True, it would be rather wasteful to venture after him I suppose. But his ability to best our scouts is quite amazing...I would not be surprised if this is another challenge from the goddess herself."
She gave a pause and then glancing up at them she continued, "If that is the case, then the one who captures this being would find great favor among the goddess. As her loyal weaver, I understand how the goddess lays out such masterfully complicated workings."
She glanced at the two females, they loved their whips, whispers and status. Yet neither understood the intricate works of the goddess like those of the weavers clan. Those raised under the great weavers eyes were blessed...even the priestess know this. "I say this not to mock the goddess, but as we know for a mere inferior dirt lover to survive in our lands and best our scouts...The Matron might not understand this importance, but this could very well be one of goddess's test."
She gave a pause and then glancing up at them she continued, "If that is the case, then the one who captures this being would find great favor among the goddess. As her loyal weaver, I understand how the goddess lays out such masterfully complicated workings."
She glanced at the two females, they loved their whips, whispers and status. Yet neither understood the intricate works of the goddess like those of the weavers clan. Those raised under the great weavers eyes were blessed...even the priestess know this. "I say this not to mock the goddess, but as we know for a mere inferior dirt lover to survive in our lands and best our scouts...The Matron might not understand this importance, but this could very well be one of goddess's test."
*Note:
This is more of a practice. Using an idea I've had for a possible drow sect or form of religion. If your curious about the rest. Then just pm me and I can give more information.
From UnderGaia**:
Valdear stared into the murk cold water's and then glanced over to the young thief.
"I sorri' sir." he said pulling his hand out of the water. The hand was a black gurling mess off what appeared to be snarled wires and disjointed ends. And then you realized it was attached to the young's one hand. While the boy's body reeked from their trip to the outskirts.
"Don't be sorry, it just means we have to get rid of the waste." Valdaer sighed and tried not to breath to deeply as he took out his short sword from behind his coat. All the while his feet carried him to the side of the boy.
"Sir...ya can't be meaning to tace my han' off. Are ya?" The young up looking for some kind of relief.
"Of course not, what good is a thief with out both hands?" He gave him a look with a sarcastic curiosity. His head tilted with in a companion to companion way, his stance almost friendly.
"Oh thank ya si-hruck" Valdaer pulled his short sword out of the boy's body and let it fall into the murky river.
The tide should take the body far and get rid of the smell, see waste managed wisely. He thought and glanced down at his other hand which held the item. A despite the set back I did obtain more then just the our goods, but also something of great interest.
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Irrafay wiped her hand across the surface of her new desk as Valdaer instructed their new 'employees'. They were seated and a few sipped on drinks that Valdaer and Irrafay had handed them. They had all been filed past the double doors into the main office upstairs.
"Alright, that basically covers it."He said peering around at the twenty odd people. "Any...questions?"
Irrafay nearly chuckled at who he seemed to flinch at the words. Despite his clear dislike of them, a few raised their hand for the dared questions.
"So we just listen and report? That is it?"
Valdaer nodded, and the Irrafay said when the silence of confusion began, "Yes, all of this will help us and you. Plus, isn't it interesting hearing whats going on in the City?"
Most nodded, which is what Irrafay expected. But one how clearly had joined to get away from the slavers. He wanted to rebel, he wanted to be in charge.
"Why should we follow you? Sure you got us out of the slavers hand, bu-ck--eug..." He didn't get to finish, Valdaer had blurred as he struck him. The rebel fell to the ground, clutching his side gasping.
Some of the 'employees' got to their feet. They had been treated nicely, given free drinks, their chains taken off. This was not suppose to happen from kind masters.
"I don't think you understand. Your lives rest in our hands now. We have let you free, but we can tell when you lie. We can hear you as you plot. And we will not hesitate to get ride of you, for you are a weakness to us, not just Valdaer and me, but to the whole group. You will be the reason why the City Lord marches on us, if you lie and leave none behind. Together, we depend on each other. IF you are not strong. Step forward to die now!" Her eyes blazed. She even floated slightly off the ground.
Silence settled in on the new 'employees'. They all watch as the rebel fought and failed to live. In till he finally stopped struggling. Then two stepped forward, "We'll take this garbage out."
Irrafay turned, to hide her smile. She set her feet as Valdaer put his blade away. "Good then, lets get started. You know your groups, so I won't have to tell you."
Everyone got up and head for the door. Irrafay let out a sigh. "Thats a great way to open up a new tavern." Valdaer said.
*Note:
My lovely twins from UnderGaia, set in one of its town. This is my very first work at role play. Which is seen in the number of mistakes and grammar errors.
