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Gorhun Morchiant · Adventurer Joined: 11 Mar 2010 Posts: 59

Mining the mountain was her family’s trade and had been for years. Her father a great miner in Minoc, and she rebellious in nature, against everyone’s advice, had decided to settle on the edge of Umbran and drow land. She had become use to the routine: pretend to follow whatever cult is bothering you at the time, don’t stay out after dark, and steer clear of the undead and the drow, unless of course in the case of selling metal to a trader of either kindred. Tonight was different, she had found a huge deposit of jewels and precious metals and the yield was so vast that she found herself out well into the darkness.

Staying composed; the young woman collects her things and begins to walk her way back to her shack. After some time walking, she hears the unsettling sound of dark voices trailing from the nearby cavern.

A hooded drow steps out of the cavern and is followed closely behind by two likewise hooded followers. The young lady stops and conceals herself behind an undersized rock and watches as the three drow draw near to the large palace of Kal'iksix.

“M’lord why not just exterminate the Matron…kidnapping is fine but babies…they are far too…”, one of the followers stammers and is cut short.

“Silence you…this is what must be done…there is nothing to achieve by killing the matron at this point”, the leading drow says as he approaches the large palace outside of Umbra.

Pushing back their cowls two of the drow walk into the palace openly, and the third slips in unnoticed.

“Matron…I have come to pay my respects…”, the young woman hears the lead drow’s voice as the door closes.

Minutes pass and the young miner is just about to rise to her feet when the door opens again, and slinking out of the door is a single hooded drow carrying a small infant in his arms. Shortly after this figure exits, the door opens again and the two other drow exit as one exclaims a very charismatic farewell.

Shifting her focus the young woman notices that they all three begin moving swiftly towards the cavern again…turning quickly to look around her for an exit and in the process losing sight of the three of the dark figures, the young lady suddenly feels a sharp sting in her lower back.

“Why, hello there young woman. Permit me to introduce myself. I am Lord Gorhun Morchiant. What you have just observed. I cannot have you repeating, and that sting you felt in your back was the bite of a dagger, as it pieced into your kidney”, the woman hears hooded drow state as she feels the life blood draining from her body.

“Do die quickly…I hear it is better that way”, the young woman hears the drow as she slips from the realm.

Kal'iksix · Guest

“Who in the hell does that pompous twit think he’s talking to?!” Kal’iksix sat in a huff on her throne from the most recent visit from Gorhun. This time he had that traitorous Alaundril with him, which didn’t make Kal’iksix anymore at ease. The previous visit with Alaundril was actually quite pleasant as she introduced him to his granddaughter. She even thought she caught the old drow smile a bit in pride for his son’s handy work.

“I even let that traitor hold his granddaughter in hopes to bridge the gap between us,” Kal’iksix growled aloud in the now empty throne room.

Kal’iksix ran the conversation over and over in her head. Gorhun actually questioned her decision to have Shri’hrae instructed in the ways of Oblivion. Didn’t the daft male realize that not only did he not have a say in how Kal’iksix raised the child with him being a follower of Vhaerun, but also that he was a male and not of her house. She didn’t ask his opinion but yet he was arrogant enough to give it anyways.

“Besides, it’s all a part of my plan to gain more power in Umbra. I mean really, a human for a queen?! Shri’hrae would be the PERFECT queen next to actually subjecting me to Goddess’ knows what to bear Darrien a child.” Kal’iksix shuddered and became quite ill at that thought but managed to hold her dinner down.

Kal’iksix continued to fume at the visit when she realized it was close to Shri’hae’s dinner and bedtime. She would see the child to bed, telling her stories of her duties as a priestess and of her grandmother, the Goddess. Slowly rising from her throne, Kal’iksix crossed the dais and made her way to the stairs that lead to her room. A glimmer out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. The door that led to the throne room from the back stairs of her room was slightly ajar. Kal’iksix paused to recall if it was opened at all since she’d been in the palace. She even tried to recall if Amal’une had passed through that door at all that evening as she assisted the Matron in Isis’ absence. Suddenly it dawned on Kal’iksix that no one had used that door. She bounded up the stairs by two to the bedroom, her heart stammering in her chest.

The scene she walked into was one that no mother, whether drow or human should ever see. Lying on the ground was an unconscious Amal’une, her face covered with an odd powder. Kal’iksix made her way to the crib to find the infant was not inside. Kal’iksix looked on her bed and even on the floor around the bed in case that idiotic girl dropped the priestess. Realizing that the baby was nowhere to be found, Kal’iksix screamed loudly at the top of her lungs, which had to radiate within the drow quarter and probably up to Charnel Hill itself. Kal’iksix stormed across the room to where Amal’une laid and repeatedly slapped the girl to consciousness.

“Where is she?!” Kal’iksix screamed, slamming the bartender’s head off the floor. Amal’une’s glassy eyes tried to focus on the figure standing over her. She shook her head to clear the haze.

“Who?”

“The Princess?!” Kal’iksix kicked the woman in the ribcage. Panic flooded Amal’une as the events came back to her.

“He…He…He took her!”

“Who took her!?” Kal’iksix grabbed the bartender by the throat and raised her eye level. The female’s impure blue eyes stared back at the raging Matron with tears brimming the corners.

“I…I…I don’t know. He was hooded. He shoved me and picked her up. When I ran and grabbed him, he blew some powder in my face and told me I would lose consciousness albeit temporary.”

Kal’iksix roared in rage and threw the drow female against the stone wall. Pacing the floor and knocking things over in her wake, Kal’iksix cursed in drow as her mind raced with what to do next. Alaundril HAD to have something to do with this….or more like her Brother, The Boss was behind it. Gorhun made no attempt to hide the fact that he followed the Masked One. Kal’iksix occasionally would strike Amal’une when she needed to vent some of the frustration. Kal’iksix knew the first thing to do was to get the Lich involved, if anything to see just how much of a friendship they truly had.

A sound from the throne room caused Kal’iksix to pause and listen. If it was Gorhun coming back to request a random, Kal’iksix would have no qualms about running him through on a sword. She would casts spells on him to keep him alive long enough to tell her where Shri’hrae was and then snap his neck and spine like a dry twig. Kal’iksix encased herself in a sphere of darkness and stood against the door as the noise made its way to the stairs. The door creaked open and Kal’iksix saw the familiar profile of Drayden. She dissolved the globe of darkness and crept behind him. Alaundril’s blood pumped through his veins, so she would have to take her aggression out on him as well.

Kal’iksix slammed her entire body weight into his back and caused him to fall to the floor. Like a predator to its prey, Kal’iksix was on top of him, drawing her dagger out of its concealed hiding place within her bosom, grabbing his neck and placing the dagger over his heart.

‘That wretched father of yours took your daughter! Gimme a reason NOT to spill your blood before I hunt down your father and his new found friends.” Kal’iksix hissed at him, the rage in her eyes made them glow fire red from their normal crimson, while Drayden gasped and choked for air.

Drayden Calamyr · Sage Joined: 23 Feb 2005 Posts: 612

Drayden must have entered moments after the Matron had found their child missing. It surprised him to feel the cold bite of steel against the soft flesh of his neck. He heard her words, could feel her anger. This wasn't the first time he had a blade threatening his life, it was likely it wouldn't be the last. "Ilharess...I assure you that this is what they want. They want chaos and disorder in your ranks. Nothing would please them more than to see you drain the life from me. That isn't a solution. It leaves our daughter missing and leaves the fool unpunished." The Patron's hand already held the handle of a sheathed dagger on his belt, old habits die hard. She released him after a moment, as if she was considering his words.
"Direct it at him. Perhaps we should rally the troops...and have a patrol sent to his house."

Gorhun Morchiant · Adventurer Joined: 11 Mar 2010 Posts: 59

Sitting back with his feet propped on his desk, the drow looks over stacks and stacks of scrolls making minor adjustments to various items as he sips wine from a crystal glass.

“M’lord Gorhun,” a strong voice is heard from the door.

“Do come in Olath and bring the little imp with you,” the drow, Gorhun Morchiant, says as he places the document on the desk and stands.

The door opens revealing the young drow, Olath, persued closely behind by a slave girl holding the kidnapped drow babe.

“I am sure, the absence of this little beast has caused Kal’iksix much grief…but the next phase of the plan will bring new meaning to the chaos caused,” Gorhun says as he paces the room thinking out loud.

“What gain is there from this, M’lord?” Olath says as he looks disgustedly at the child.

“Much can be gained Olath!” Gorhun barks and turns sharply to Olath, “this child is a tool…a tool this drow Matron wishes to use to strengthen her alliance with the necromancers. This tool…is now going to be influenced in a different way…a way this matron had not planned…a way in our best interest.”

“How long must we deal with this child, M’lord?” Olath asks as he dismisses the servant to lay the baby down for its rest.

“Long enough to perform the ritual…” Gorhun says smiling slightly.

Shri'hrae · Adventurer Joined: 11 Feb 2010 Posts: 91

That was not what she saw normally above her. That pattern, wasn't that the word? Was all wrong. And those voices and people. She didn't know who they were. Shri'hrae had a routine. Ilharess, Matron, Mother... said so, over and over again. Where was that routine now? She wasn't cold and she wasn't hungry but she wasn't happy either. She would scream but Ilharess, Matron, Mother.. and Amal'une always say, " Priestess' don't scream."

Wherever she was, she wanted to go home. And she wanted to go home now!
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