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[Phararun Mizzrym]

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Phararun Mizzrym stood before the smoldering remains of his once great house. A wicked smile crept on his face as he recalled his sister’s reaction to his treacherous act. His sister had rose to Matron status shortly after Phararun and her plotted and schemed their mother’s demise. She deserved death after leading the House into a frivolous dispute with a lower house and allowed a male to bark orders during the battle. Phararun however had plans of his own, and brought down his whole disgusting house. He was far more superior than all other males in the house. Second in line to the great Archmage of the city, his skills were ignored by his sister when she chose a half-breed for the archmage of the house as well as for a patron.

Phararun turned on his heel and began his walk to wherever the Dark Goddess led him. Granted he was now a houseless male, “but a very powerful one not to mention handsome” he chuckled to himself. As he began his long walk into the unknown, he was struck in the back of the head with a bright ball of light. He spun around and blinked his eyes clear several times to see who his assailant was. As soon as his eyes focused, he saw his sister’s Patron, standing among the rubble mouthing the final words to another spell. Phararun could tell that it was a lethal spell so he quickly countered with his own arcane shield spell. The spell connected but missed Phararun by two feet, this made him laugh aloud and ridicule the Patron.

“And my sister ACTUALLY picked you for House archmage? Your impurity gives you terrible aim!” he chided the Patron.

“You killed your sister and destroyed your mother’s house, time for you to perish as well.”

“Let’s dance Patron.”

The area where the House of Mizzrym; which was a smoldering mess, now glowed brightly with the arcane battle that ensued between Phararun and the Patron. Phararun was surprised how many times the Patron did connect with his spells but more often than not, he missed. Phararun’s spells, however, never missed. The battle proved very taxing on Phararun’s ingredient supply that he carried with him. He mind began to exhaust most of his spells and he began to grow weary. The Patron feared much worse than Phararun.

“I grow tired of this Patron,” he tossed, “if you are gonna kill me, now is your chance.”

Phararun began to weave the incantation for his final spell. This would end the battle as well as the Patron’s life. He took from his pocket a bit of diamond dust and rubbed it together with a pinch of sulfur. As he inhaled to blow the mixture towards the Patron, he recognized the spell the Patron was finishing. Phararun’s eyes grew wide and broke his weave to yell for the Patron to stop. The spell he was casting was one of the most powerful one and the restricted ones that only the Archmage of Menzoberranzan and the elder mages are allowed to cast. Before Phararun could duck for cover, the Patron completed his spell and a huge blast of arcane blue exploded from his hands. The explosion shook the caves and blasted Phararun into the air. Unconsciousness swallowed Phararun up before he landed. The Patron however did not survive because of Phararun’s protective shield countered much of the impact back on to the Patron.

Phararun awoke several hours later, beaten and bruised. He looked around trying to gain his bearings. His eyes were so out of focus from the impact. He began to crawl on the ground, feeling his way for something familiar. Blood trickled from his lip, nose, and forehead. Every bone and joint screamed at him in pain. His left foot twisted in an unnatural position, Phararun knew it to be broken. He continued to crawl for many hours, resting only momentarily.

Phararun’s eyes slowly began to clear as he could make out a bright opening just ahead of him. Soon he was able to make out some familiar stone structures. He recognized the exit from the tunnels of the Underdark to the surface.

“Perhaps I can lay low here until I rest and heal,” he thought to himself.

Phararun continued to crawl until he found a small alcove in the wall. His fingers bleeding from the long crawl, he reached into his bag and pulled out a long wand. He slowly began the minor healing spells as well as some protective spells in case anything would come across him. Soon sleep overcame him.

Phararun woke several hours later and peered out of the exit. He noticed that it was dark outside and his vision was much clearer. He hoisted himself up against the wall. Pain shot through his leg from his broken ankle. He limped along the wall and made his way out of the tunnel. The night air was cool and crisp. Phararun looked around to see if he knew the area from past journeys. Phararun attempted to walk but stumbled and fell to the ground. He cursed loudly and crawled along the ground toward a distant fallen log. Just before he reached his destination, a spiked heel of a boot came down on his outreached hand. He cried out in pain.

“Goddess! Watch where you are stepping, you Rothé!” A strong hand grabbed him up by the back of the neck and held him several inches from the ground. A shadowy figure turned around and walked towards him. He could tell the figure was feminine in nature.

“Who are you calling a Rothé?” The female sneered at him only inches from his face.

Phararun was inches from a pair of crimson eyes that were ablaze. He saw the dark ebon skin and snow white hair and knew the Drow female was very high in status. Her red lips curled into a disdainful sneer around her white teeth.

“What shall we do with him Matron?” a voice from behind asked. Phararun groaned aloud knowing he just landed himself a death sentence.

“Gut him and leave him to the wild beasts, he will make some poor animal a good meal. House of Alean'und has no use for yet another houseless male.”

[Kal'iksix]

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Kal'iksix's stomach turned at the sight of another rogue male. It seemed as of late, the Goddess always managed to make sure that these males crossed her path one way or another.

"Patron, I gave you an order, see to it and let us be on our way!" Kal'iksix barked at the male holding Phararun up by the nape of his neck.

"As you wish Mistress," the male nodded and half bowed, "This will quick, you will meet the Queen very soon you pathetic male."

Phararun's mind raced as he heard the Patron's blade pull from it's sheath. He whispered the only spell he could think of that did not require many regents. He felt the Patron freeze behind him as the paralyzing spell took effect. Phararun wiggled and squirmed as he freed himself from the Patron's grasp. He landed with a light groan as his ankle reminded him of it's condition. Kal'iksix turned a few feet away to see what all the commotion was and tried very hard not to laugh at the sight she beheld. The Patron was frozen by the paralysis, had his hand on the hilt of his sword, drawn only a quarter of the way out, eyes open wide searching for a reason why he was unable to move. The rogue male was struggling to stand and dusting himself off.

Phararun reached into his pocket again and pulled a bit of diamond dust out. He chanted another spell which not only released the Patron but also summoned an abyssal demon. The Patron and the demon were soon dueling it out while Phararun slowly stepped away. Not watching where he was going, Phararun backed up directly into Kal'iksix. He turned around just in time to feel her slender finger grab him by the throat.

"Perhaps you may have some use to me," she purred at him.

"I have many more talents than just that, Mistress. If given the opportunity, perhaps I can show them to you." Phararun winked and flashed her his most bone melting smile and tried to ooze as much confidence he could given the fear that griped his heart.

She release her grip on his neck, chanted a healing spell to mend his ankle. Phararun bowed respectfully to her and straightened out his robes. His mind groaned at the thought of serving yet another power hungry female in service to the Queen, but maybe he can manipulate his way through the ranks of the house to regain his status. He had to prove his worth to this female in order to be allowed to live. Kal'iksix stood with her arms folded and watched as the Patron and the demon battled it out. Phararun walked up behind her and whispered in her ear, brushing his lips against her ear. He knew that it was a bold move but he had to display some sort of confidence to her.

"He's a very strong male, he must make you very proud," he whispered. She shuddered slightly at his lips on her and nodded hoping he did had not sensed her reaction. Phararun had felt her tremble and smiled to himself. He continued to keep close, whispering to her, "You know, that demon will continue to fight him long after we leave."

Kal'iksix turned to face him, mere inches from his face. His chiseled features very inviting and he conveyed sheer confidence even though she could kill him with one word. She smirked at him. "Release him, he IS the Patron of the house. You will listen to him."

"As you wish Mistress," Phararun replied with his lips dangerously close to Kal'iksix's.

He waved his hand to dismiss the demon and stepped back in a half bow to her. The Patron walked over to Kal'iksix with pure rage and hatred burning in his crimson eyes, which never broke contact with Phararun. He drew his sword to disembowel Phararun, when Kal'iksix's hand stopped him dead in his tracks. The Patron looked at her in puzzlement.

"Mistress??"

"I've changed my mind, Nalimar. He may be of use to me yet. If anything, he will make a good sacrifice to the Goddess." She turned, blew a kiss to Phararun, and continued to walk in the direction they were heading. Phararun bowed to Kal'iksix and smirked in arrogance at Nalimar. Nalimar growled deep in his chest and walked up to Phararun.

"I will not hesitate to slit your throat if you step out of line even the slightest bit," he growled at Phararun.

"Of course Patron," Phararun bowed to him. Nalimar shoved past him, slamming his shoulder into Phararun. Phararun chuckled and fell in step behind him. "Enjoy your position as Patron Nalimar, you won't be there for long," he thought to himself.