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Baevin Kilduis · Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 1:08 pm Post subject: A Dark Consultation

Wide eyed, Bae'vin sat in the darkened chamber. Across from her sat Catequil, a rather spooky drow with such a strange name. More than once, she suspected there were things about him best left unknown. This night brought her to his home in search of guidance. It had been so long since she'd seen Alaundril or heard from him, that she was becoming uneasy. Bad enough to feel such worry, but even worse to be this lonely. Never had it occurred to her she was spoiled rotten. If it were pointed out to her she would have argued and said she just wanted what she wanted. When she wanted it.

There were so few of her kind in this world as it was, and even fewer who understood and appreciated her religious practices. This unidentified unease sometimes threatened to shift into a more sinister thought process. So many things could have come to pass, especially since he left for that horrible tundra. The lack of Alaundril's presence was taking its toll, in its own way. Unlike most of her breed, Bae'vin was raised in a patriarchal society. Things for her perspective were much, much different than most other drow.

Catequil looked at her, his crimson eyes blazing over the steeple created by his beautiful hands. Such hands they were, the hands of an artisan. A strong artisan. She found herself fascinated suddenly with the fingers that crafted such fine instruments of death out of mere trees. In another society they may have been called musician's hands. Suddenly, the tall male stood and beckoned for her to follow him, and she did. The pair soon stood before a cabinet sealed with magical locks. Locks which disengaged at the almost intimate gestures Catequil made over them. The door swung open, revealing a literal pharmacopoeia. A pungent mix of rather pleasant odors wafted forth, then soon dissipated as Catequil reverently placed several bottles in a protective insulated pouch. As he did so, he quietly offered strange words to each and every vial.

The male quietly explained what needed to be done, and how. He then murmured a few words that rendered Bae'vin blind in this darkness. It was indeed unsettling, and the other drow told her in a soft voice that all would soon be well. He wrapped her in furs, explaining they were saturated with magic that would protect her and her query. But time was short, he explained. Whatever powers he had showed him that Alaundril was failing, and fast. So heavy were the furred robes that Bae'vin felt she would fall over if she didn't use extreme caution. Next, Catequil pressed the pouch into her hands, warning her to use utmost care in their transport. Before she could respond, Bae'vin was rushing through time and space, a nauseated feeling weakening her for but a moment.

When she opened her eyes, she gasped at what she saw.

Alaundril Do'Rhett · Seasoned Veteran Joined: 19 Oct 2007 Posts: 330

Alaundril was busying himself with a message from the Oracle. It was good to know that Stonegate had been expanding. He set the piece of paper down and poured a mug full of the foul tasting mixture that seemed to be the only thing that would keep him from coughing terribly. Granted, it had a horrid taste, but it brought him relief. On top of this illness, his eyes had been burning since he made the mistake of venturing out in the day time, by the time he stumbled back they had bled quite a bit. They still hurt... His strength was coming back slowly and he knew that soon, he would be able to leave this place for a more suitable home. A sickness from the cold had sapped the Shadowmancer's strength and kept him here, it was time to see his friends once again...
I can't very well go see them looking like this...
It took some time, but from the little lake of half frozen water he managed to heat enough water and filled his basin he had brought down when he started setting this little retreat up. He coughed a little and remembered his drink. He stripped down and took his mug in hand, making his way over to the tub of steaming water.
The little cavern was surprisingly warm even with just his small fire. And it wasn't like he was expecting company or anything.
I will miss the feeling of the earth pressing in around me. The warm damp darkness....now just this cursed glare. At least in the desert it was dark at night. It doesn't seem to matter here.
His ears caught a faint noise. Perhaps that of spell being just finished from some distant location. Alaundril's hand slid to his dagger from the table nearby looking quickly behind him towards the entrance to the cavern.