Atlantic Roleplay Community Boards

[Kal'iksix]

---

Soon Kal’iksix was walking in the dirty streets of Skara Brae. The voice of Lloth guided her to where this male was. Kal’iksix slipped into the shadows and followed this male around, arguing with the Queen about really needing this male. He looked like a typical warrior from behind but somewhat taller than she remembered from the males in the Underdark. He rode upon a typical Drow lizard heavily armored against any type of attack, although what could possibly be dangerous about these pathetic humans? Kal’iksix crept behind him while drawing her sword quietly just as she was taught. A smile curled from her lips as she wrapped the sword around his neck before speaking.

“I was told of another but why did it have to be a male?” She whispered in his ear with her sword against his throat while slipping from the shadows.

Nalimar froze with the female’s voice. No other female would rule him except Zarra and surely this female would have to kill him before he pledge his allegiance to her. He continued to run the house as she left it until the day his body gave up. He knew Zarra was gone but to admit he was a rogue Drow was not his idea of a life.

“So sorry to disappoint you,” Nalimar said, dripping with sarcasm, “but I really do not have time for a madwoman.”

Kal’iksix laughed while pulling the sword tighter against his neck. “I have no problem spilling your blood right here you pathetic male.”

“Go ahead; I would rather be in the presence of Lloth Herself than with you.”

Nalimar held firm and did not dare to try to look at the female behind him. He knew his station within the Drow society but he would not be taken without a fight. Besides, no female would be sane enough to jump a lowly male in the public street. Kal’iksix ordered him from his lizard, still holding her sword to his neck. They continued to exchange heatedly charged words where Nalimar continued to challenge her.

“I have had enough time wasted on you,” Kal’iksix said as she turned her back on him. Nalimar smiled with what he thought was a small victory against a seemingly powerful growing female.

Just as Nalimar rejoiced in this victory, his expression dropped as a piercing pain shot up from his abdomen. He looked down and then returned his gaze to a pair of glowing red eyes of the female. Her sword buried deep into his gut and she was applying pressure upwards. She was meaning to gut him right here in this pathetic human town. The sneer on her face told him was he feared was true.

“Then you can ask Lloth Herself,” she snarled in a whisper to him.

Sudden noise from behind drew both their attentions. A lone human male in full armor was astride his horse asking if there were any problems here. Kal’iksix could tell in his tense posture that Drow were not a welcomed sight. She released her grip on her sword allowing Nalimar to slide down to the ground. She put on her most fake innocent smile and tried to explain to the human that she was just helping this poor man who fell upon this sword and drove it into his abdomen. The human was not buying her story and soon others were forming behind him. Kal’iksix saw similar uniforms among some of the people and similar badges on all of them recognizing that they were somehow aligned together.

“She speaks the truth,” Nalimar spoke from behind her. Kal’iksix turned slightly and looked at him. When she turned back to the newly formed group, a female human who obviously held some sort of rank joined the group. She glanced at the male Drow on the ground and something in her eye sparked recognizance.

“Well then,” the female human spoke with the same sarcasm Nalimar had spoke to Kal’iksix not too long ago, “I suggest you take him elsewhere and tend to that wound. Consider this your only warning.”

Kal’iksix nodded and helped the male Drow onto his lizard and climbed behind him. Nalimar weakly murmured a chant and a blue glow enveloped them as they were transported to another place. Once on solid ground, Kal’iksix climbed down and continued to torture the male once he was off the lizard. She grabbed hold of the hilt of the sword and continued her progression upwards, to spill his insides.

“If you are who you truly say you are; then heal this fatal wound and I shall believe all you have said to me,” Nalimar schemed.

Kal’iksix pulled her sword from his gut and turned to ponder his suggestion. She tossed some bandaging cloth, a strange bottle of orange liquid, and her sword on the ground by Nalimar’s feet. She paced back and forth to make the scene of her toiling thoughts realistic. Nalimar smiled believing that this was just another crazy female claiming to be a descendant of Lloth.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself,” Kal’iksix said as she picked up her sword with her lightening fast reflexes and drove the sword into his abdomen and pulled hard upward, gutting him against the tree where he leaned. Nalimar gurgled and collapsed as his life spilled from him. Kal’iksix stood over him with a sly smile while withdrawing her sword and wiping it on her skirt.

After a while, Kal’iksix sat in prayer by the lifeless body of Nalimar. With a sudden intake of air, the life returned to Nalimar’s once pale clouded eyes returning them their usual red. She sat near him waiting for his response.

“Lloth has spoken,” Nalimar spoke weakly. He coughed and choked a bit on the blood that had filled his mouth. “Forgive my doubting ways.”

Kal’iksix smirked and kneeled over him. Chanting in the Drow language and singing of the praises of Lloth, the wound underneath Kal’iksix’s hands began to close magically. Nalimar, very humbled by his return trip from the Demonweb Pits, recalled the voice of Lloth speaking to him and advising him of his new role.

“Usstan orn yutsu dos ulu lil phreng del lil tupora, jhal dos z'klaen kla'ath ussta dalharil izil dos inbal tlus kla'athin ussa.”
(I will return you to the realm of the living, but you must serve my daughter as you have been serving me.)