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(RP) The Dark Skinned Elf

Discussion in 'UO Napa Valley' started by Seona, Aug 1, 2013.

  1. Seona

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    [[Feel free to join in this thread. I will be on in the evenings and am very interested in participating in RP in the game.]]

    Stalking through the forests northwest of Magencia is a rare creature indeed, a dark skinned Elf known as a Drow. She blends in with the shadows of the trees flawlessly, watching and waiting as the citizens of Magencia go about their day. Above her, a raven caws. She turns suddenly and sees three small children standing behind her. How they had snuck up on her and where they came from she knew not, panic filled her heart at being discovered.

    "What's your name?" asks one of the children.

    "I-I am Seona." she states nervously.

    "Your skin is funny, did you fall in a blueberry vat? My uncle fell in a wine vat once and he was red for a month! I bet that's what happened to you, isn't it? It's strange to hear of an elf that falls over, I was told that elves have perfect balance and can even walk across a rope if it's pulled tight enough. Can you do that? I bet you can. I bet..."

    Just then, Seona cut the child off. "You children aren't afraid of me?"

    "Why, are you a bad person? Should we be afraid of you? Is that why your skin is blue like that? Did you do something bad and they marked you? I don't think so, you seem nice. You should come to stay with my family tonight! My Pa' owns the inn just off the wharf, and I'm sure he'd let you stay for the night. Come on! It's this way!"

    Without another word, the boy grabs the strange blue skinned woman and leads her through the city. The other two children run behind them, playing a sort of tag game. All around them, the citizens of Magencia stare as she passes by. With her free hand she lifts her hood to mask her face and hair color.

    After only a few minutes they reach the wharf and the boy drags the woman into the inn. "Pa'! I found this woman hiding in the forest. I think she's been living there without any shelter or anything! Can you put her up for the night, Pa'? I'm sure that she won't be any trouble and we have some extra beds upstairs. Please Pa'? Please?!"

    The innkeeper is a ruddy skinned man who has spent his fair share of time working at the sea and on the docks. He stops preparing the evening meal for a moment to look up at his son and his newfound companion. His eyes lock on the tiny hand clasping his son's. It is dark blue, and the only piece of her skin that is showing.

    "Take off your hood, if you would." the Innkeeper says.

    Hesitantly, the woman lets the boy's hand go and raises her hands to her hood. She lets it fall back revealing her long white hair and her dark blue skin. Her eyes are the same shade of blue, leaving little to tell from her face. It is simple and quite pretty for a human face. For an elf, it is average.

    After removing her hood, she opens the front of her robe and pulls out a small purse. She counts out four silver pieces and inquires about food and lodging for the night.
     
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    As she often does, the veteran paladin takes time from her daily rounds to check on her financial interests. This includes checking the New Magincia Bazaar and the bulk item vendors. After all, her near-future bid as Yew's Governor needs to be funded and a Yew Port needs a lot of lumber. Kirthag enjoy the slow trot of her Pooka through the new forest growth around the Magincia Gate, and heads toward the town.

    The hustle of the citizens is noted and the Celt smiles softly to herself. A few of the merchants spot Kirth and call to her. "Lady Kirth! We gots fish a-plenty! Come, a free sample fer ya!" "Kirthag! We just got a new shipment of the finest silks from Felluca! You must see this material!" "Kirth - I got a fine new warhorse ya may be interested in. Come by later, we'll talk price!" Many of the merchants will fast admit the gold flowing from Kirth's purse is about all that keeps them from becoming penniless; catering to the Baroness of Yew has become commonplace in the town. Kirthag's smile is sincere and she waves to the people as she heads toward the marketplace.

    Passing the Stag & Lion Inn, Kirth notices the innkeeper and his son talking to a rather strangely colored elf through a window. Not unfamiliar with the race (after all, they pop up all the time in the center of Yew), Kirth continues onward toward her destination. She does make it a point to remember the elf's features and mutters to herself softly, "Blue skin, white hair, elf. Should see her near the Haven soon enough."

    "Lady DiOrsae! We just got a full shipment of raw shadow ore from the mountains around Fire Isle! If you wait a bit, will have the ingots ready for you!" Kirthag's attention is directed back to the task at hand. Yes, financing a bid for governorship is indeed very expensive.
     
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    After her first weekend as a guest of the Innkeeper and his son. While she was very shy at first, the openness and honesty of those that she interacted with in the tap room below brought the strange Elf out of her guarded stance.

    Late in the evening, the young boy asked her to tell her a story of where she came from. She smiled at him, a blessing that she shared with so few in her life, and told him to bring her a mug of his father's ale and join her by the fireplace. The boy ran to the tap and poured it himself, being sure to use the warmed mugs that his father kept for his best ale. He brought it to the fireplace where the Elf had set a large chair and a smaller one next to it. She sat in the smaller chair, signaling that the boy should take the larger.

    She began her story. "My story is not one that is merry, I'm afraid. You see, my coloring marks me as a Drow, and among the Elves this is a horrible thing. You see, the Drow were an ancient race that allied themselves with the Elves mortal enemies, the Orcs. The orcs back then had a dark grey coloring, but over the years they have bred with Humans and other Fey, which has lightened their skin to the colors that they hold today. The Drow, back then, changed their skin colors to match the Orcs by using paints, ash, and even magic."

    "Many generations ago, the Elves and the Humans banded together to fight the Orcs and the Drow and banish them from the land as best they could. The Orcs were many and were able to make shelters deep in the mountains, but the Drow were eradicated by the Alliance. Every now and then, though, usually once a generation, a Drow will breed true to the Elf families. I am the one this Generation, though I have heard of others who walk the lands."

    "My parents were settled to the South of Yew when I was born, which is a very dangerous region. When they saw the coloring of my skin and my hair they knew that I was something that would bring them ill luck, so, they did what was the custom when I was a child. They exposed me to the elements."

    At this, the boy gasped. Such barbaric things were simply not done anymore and so far as he knew they hadn't been done for almost a century. "But... if you were exposed, how did you survive?!"

    The Elf woman smiled to the boy, having expected this obvious question. "As I mentioned, the Drow are considered to be a race of Chaos. While this is not true to the spirits of each individual Drow, it is believed that if one is chaotic, than all must be so. Well, when I was sent to be exposed I was there for nearly two days, as best as we can figure, and in those two days I cried, for I was very young and that was what the very young tend to do. My crying attracted some... unwanted attention. An Ettin heard the crying and went to investigate. When it saw me it charged at the easy meal."

    She took yet another sip from her ale, the look on the boy's face full of horror and excitement at her tale. "As the Ettin came in for its only blow it would take to dispatch me, an arrow took it in the chest, followed by the boastful cheer of a very talented hunter. He fought with the Ettin for only a few moments and was able to dispatch one of its heads, the other one, seeing the damage that had been done pulled its body as fast as it could away. He was average height and build, and he had a confidence that nothing could diminish. He scooped me up and thought that I must have crawled away from my home. It was then that he tried to return me to Yew."

    "But, if he took you back to Yew then they would just try to kill you again?!" the boy interrupted.

    She nodded again and continued. "When he came to the borders of where Yew now stands he was greeted with nothing but hostility from the Elves who live there. He would show them the child and they would spit curses and scorn at him for bringing such a beast into their lands. Finally, the Elven Elders came after they had heard of me. They told the hunter that they would take me and that they would deal with the curse that he had brought to them. After being scorned for the full day and hearing the tone of their voices, he realized that I would not survive their "dealings" and turned to run.

    "He was chased across the entirety of the Yew Forests until he reached the entire other side of the continent at Vesper. It was there that he cut north to the furthest corner of the realm to a small home near the ocean. It was not his home, but one that had been long abandoned. In truth, it was a very fitting home, for it was not more than a league from where we lived to the shrine of sacrifice.

    "I was raised there with the hunter that I would grow up calling 'father' and he would call me 'daughter.' I knew that he was not my true father, for there were quite a few differences between us, and not just the normal ones. His ears were blunted, his skin was pink, his eyes were oval, shoulders too broad.. many things that I had noticed that I'm sure you have noticed about me, but in reverse. None the less, he raised me well and taught me how to hunt and how to protect myself. Together we cleared away the Ettins that inhabited the forests, every week, we would trek north to the Shrine and make our offerings. Since we could live off of the land itself, we had no need for extra and were proud to donate what we had to those who were more in need.

    "Many times through my childhood we would have visitors come to greet us at our shack, every time I would raise my hood to hide my features and my father did most of the real talking. From time to time we would get a visitor who would take up one of the other shacks near us, but after they were introduced to me they would often move on."

    At this point, the Elf took a long drink of her Ale, finishing off the last of it. "Then, I'm afraid, my tale grows bleak. One of the visitors that we had who took residence in the huts near us marked my description down in his journal. That journal returned back to Yew a year later and the High Council noticed it. They sent a dispatch of trackers and mages to the hutt... luckily for my father and myself, it was on the day that we journey to the Shrine."

    She tipped the mug back one last time, trying to get any last drops from the mug. "The trackers were able to find our trail right away, to be fair, they didn't need to send the trackers. After all these years our path was very clear. They found us in prayer at the shrine, donating our weekly harvest that the forest gave us. They did not honor the virtues that day. While many may think that a Drow is a being of chaos, I know they were not beings of the virtues if they could not respect another's offerings. My father took an arrow to the back, which was my only warning that we had even been discovered. I tumbled and rolled, seeing the arrow meant for me burring itself into the deer that I had brought.

    "I ran. There was nothing else that I could do. All I had with me were the robe that I always wore on Shrine days and a small dagger at my hip, no match for these stealthy assassins. I knew the ocean was very nearby and I fled for it, diving into its waters without hesitation. I fled as far and as fast as I could, swiming until I could not even see the land anymore. There were even times when I saw great monsters in the sea, but I knew that I had to keep going. Fear gripped me and I could not stop even if I wanted to.

    "I swam for hours, nearly the entire day passed with my swimming and I kept going well past exhaustion. It was then that I hit a stone in my path. I grabbed onto it and huddled against it all night, knowing that I needed my rest.

    "When I awoke the next morning, if waking up is what you could call it after that horrible night, I saw a small island off to the west. I didn't know where I was, but I made my final struggle to reach the island and was rewarded for my efforts with a giant snake, greeting me from the trees. I dispatched the beast as quickly as I could, stabbing it well after it was dead and just fell to my knees at its corpse.

    "After a time, I came to myself and lit a fire. I ate the snake and tried to mark my bearings, but I had no clue where I could be. I set up a shelter from the fronds around me and made the acquaintance of a couple of mongbats and another snake. The next morning, I decided to explore my new home. It was an island, about half the size of Magencia, but covered in a dense jungle. It had no habitation that I could find and no way for me to get away from it. It also, I'm afraid, had no shorelines aside from its own that I could see in any direction.

    At this point, another of the inn's tenants brought her another mug of warmed Ale, she looked around and noticed that every ear in the inn was turned to her and silence was greeting her every word. She smiled shyly and drank from the mug, nodding to the man in thanks. "It was almost a full week before I realized where I was. I had swam almost ten leagues to the Island of Valor. I learned this because every day I would spend hunting by walking the shoreline and sacrificing half of my kill to the Virtues, the other half I would use as bait for the snakes that I had learned were quite delicious. On my walk that day, I spotted a ship. At first I wasn't sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me or not, but a ship it was. While most would be excited, this drew dread in me, for I was sure that it was the assassins who had killed my father on our Shrine day.

    "I hid into the jungle, clearing the area around me of any of the dangerous snakes and beasts that swarmed this area, and that's when I saw the shrine. I decided that it was my best chance at a fortification and I holed up in a tree above it.

    "The people who disembarked from the ship were all dressed in fine armor and robes. They walked past the creatures of the jungle without a second look, and the creatures were wary of them and did not attack. I held my position in the jungle and watched their sacrifice to the Virtues. The brought their swords and laid them at the base of the anch for a long period of time, chanting "Ra, Ra, Ra" the entire time.

    "As they finished their service, they returned their blades to their scabbards and went to return to their ship, but on the way, they came upon me. I must have looked like a demon from the Abyss, because they all drew their weapons and charged to attack. I collapsed to the ground, feeling that I had misjudges these men, but as they came upon me they stopped confused that I offered no resistance. I just crouched there with my hands over my head chanting "Cah, cah, cah." It wasn't long until one of the men sheathed his blade and approached me. He offered me his hand and said that they would not harm me if I would return the great favor. I looked up and one of their member, an Elf, gasped at my appearance. He redrew his blade, but was stopped by his human companions.

    "They took me from Valor Island to Jhelom, where they were from, and let me stay in their guild hall. Shortly after the Elf who had marked me when they rescued me left the island on his own to parts unknown. I spent the entire time I was there honing my skills with a blade. My father had taught me much, but I was no match for any of the warriors who honored Valor. I did my best and practiced with the much larger men, and after a few months I was able to advance from the novice class into the advanced class. My blade grew quicker as I grew with my skill.

    "On my third month, they asked me to return to the island of Valor and to finish my training by making my grace with the Virtue of Valor. I agreed and we were to sail the next day. That night, however, misfortune would mark me once again. The Elf I had mentioned before had returned with several of the Assassins who had lost me on the other side of the world. This time, however, I was not a weakling. I was tried, tempered, and always ready for attack. I was able to dispatch all but one of the hunters and two of the six mages that were sent after me, finally forced to escape once again. I escaped by the ship that we would be taking the next morning and we sailed east to the island. Once there I made my offering and told them that we would sail north from the island.

    "We arrived in Serpent's Cove that evening and took up residence there. I knew that it was only a matter of time before they would find me again, so I asked around where the safest place I could hide from the Elves Council. There was no one location, so I set off to travel the world as a hunter. I was able to catch a ride on a merchant vessel and worked my way to Britain, instructing the ship I had departed on to masquerade that I was still aboard to throw my scent off.

    "I traveled from there all across the land, always stopping at each shrine to make my sacrifices and homage to the Virtues. I would camp and stay nearby, talking with pilgrims to the Virtues and never staying in one place for too long, lest the assassins would track me once again.

    "The worst part of it all is that even me telling this story, here in this inn, with so many hearing how it saddens me... I am sure that this will be my last night in Magencia before I travel on. It's not because I feel that anyone here would turn me in, but because I have told my story and you have all marked me as a Drow now. I cannot escape this fate, but it makes me stronger knowing that I am always ready for my retreat to safety."

    The boy spoke up again, after being quiet for so long, the Drow forgot that he was even there still. "You could always go to Haven. I hear that they even let Orcs wander the streets there. It's the most diverse city in the whole world!"

    "Haven you say?" the Drow spoke up. "Where is Haven? I don't think I've ever heard of it."

    "Haven?" chimed in the Innkeeper. "Why that's just south of here, you can see the island on the horizon to the south. It used to be called Ocllo, but after the devistation it was rebuilt and is called New Haven now. My boy is right though, everyone is welcomed there and none are turned away. If those Assassins of yours turn up, I'm sure that they will be turned away."

    The Drow thought on this for just a moment before saying, "I will travel there in the morning."
     
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    The sun shines brightly into her chamber so with a yawn and stretch, Kirthag rolls herself out of bed. Her body sore from the building spree in Felucca and her coffers lighter for the benefit of all, she has in mind to do some serious hunting in Bedlam this day. Scratching her wild, red mane, she stumbles through her home to get some grub, and notices a message awaiting her.

    Reading the message, she is suddenly alert and full of excitement. Grabbing some bread and cheese, she doesn't even bother with changing into her normal daily fare. In her chemise and skirt, she darts out of the house, yelling, "Pooka! To me!" then gallops off on her ethereal steed through the Yew woods to the gate, and beyond.

    It will be several hours before she returns, and when she does it will be back to her rounds. First to run the roads of Felucca and a check on her enterprises there. Then to the Haven to help any new commers who may be in need. To Ilshenar to torment the local Ancient Wyrm and finally off to Bedlam to refill her coffers.

    The whole while, she is riding with a serious look of glee and excitement.
     
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    After being in haven for a few days, the Drow had grown accustomed to the goings on of the area. She had taken up residence at the Guild Hall and spends most of her days at the shrines of the city. Many had come to meet her since her telling of her tale in New Magincia, including several govenors, a member of the King's Virtue Guard and an Elven Scribe who wished to record her story.

    At first, the Drow had not wanted any part of this, knowing that the Elven Assassins who plagued her would know of her whereabouts through these stories and that she already should be moving on into the forests.. perhaps to Nujel'm this time, the desert island to the north had very little magic and would be a difficult place to track her to. After several days of coaxing, the Drow finally sat down with the scribe and she told her story as she had that night at the Inn.

    Within a week, the story had been copied into books and scrolls and sent across the land. A copy showing up in the libraries of every city in the land, and causing her story to become very public. Her newfound celebrity put her on a very high sense of alert. So far as she knew, the assassins were still after her. Nothing had changed except that now she was public and her methods were published for the world to see. Her flight instincts took over and she began to pack everything she had into her knapsack and she headed for the docks, her mind set on traveling to Nujel'm.

    At the docks, she was greeted by her assassins once again. They had hidden back in the shops nearby and blended in with the crowds perfectly, waiting for her to make her move. The Drow threw her knapsack to the docks and drew from her waist a long bladed sword and prepared for the inevitable attack.

    The first attack was by one of the mages who held their distance upon the wharf, throwing a bolt of energy at her. She tumbled away and threw a small blade from her belt that sunk deep into the mage's belly. The next attack came right away from one of the hunters. A sword aimed for her neck that she parried and deflected so the blade was buried deep into the pylons that held the docks in place. She kicked at the hunter, knocking him into the water below. Several more hunters charged in, their weapons glowing with a mystical orange flame. She held her arms out wide and low, ready for the attacks on all side and quickly dispatched the hunters.

    Atop the wharf, two more mages were finishing their spell and a demon made of swords, knives, and maces appeared on either side of her. She dove for the water, but grabbed onto a nearby ship, well out of reach of the blade spirits and flung two more shuriken at the mages. The blades were deflected by a barrier spell and the Drow quickly ducked away from two more bolts of energy. In the same motion, she grabbed a pair of fish that were in the boat and hurled them at the mages. The fish hit them both and she quickly followed with two more blades from her belt. These two sunk in with a satisfying *THUNK THUNK* sound.

    Her assassins were once again dispatched and a new crowd had gathered around the wharf to witness the raw violence that unfolded around her. Seeing the looks of despair on their eyes, she said nothing, turned to the tiller, and set the winds to sail the ship out of the docks and away from the Haven that she had longed for.
     
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    The Drow skims silently over the ocean. Her recent encounter in New Haven still weighing heavy on her soul. She had no desire to slay those who came after her, it was her sense of preservation that forced her to action, and preservation it was.

    To the west, she sees a familiar island to her. The sharp peaked island east of Buccaneer's Den. She peers through her glass and sees that her flag still stands on the northern end of the island. Perhaps her lost knapsack won't be a complete disaster. She knows the contents of the chest she buried there and knows how valuable it will be to her in the coming months. It is her only hope that it all still remains.

    Waves crash against the ship as she nears the shoreline. This island is full of hidden reefs and volcanic boulders that will tear the hull of any ship to shreads in minutes, but she has learned the course of this island and is sure in her shifting of her sails and tiller. The sandy beach is just before her as she dives into the sea with her anchor, being sure to tie it off in the exact spot that will keep it from the rocks, but still securely tethered. The spot is easily marked enough, it's her first anchor that became stuck in this very spot. She loops the rope through the eye and ties it off quickly, but securely.

    Resurfacing, the Drow peers around her surroundings, keeping a wary eye out for anyone who may already be on this island. Most of the pirates and cut-throats stay on the main island where the ale is at, but she has been surprised here before by the occasional soul left to starve on this deserted island that few visit. She sees nothing and after almost an hour hugging at her anchor line she begins the swim to shore.

    The sand is warm and soft under her bare feet. She recognizes the coastline well from her stay here many years ago. She also recognizes the bluff high above her where she made her hidden camp, but the rope that she used to climb to reach it is long gone now. She left no evidence of her stay here and that meant that if she ever returned that she would need to scale this cliff again. The climb is hard, but she knows several routes that will let her reach her cave, she takes the one she knows will be quickest and arrives at her destination sore, but invigorated by the physical exertion.

    The mouth of the cave is masked by a series of boulders. From a distance it is completely invisible, but up close, it is an obvious cave that leads back several meters before opening into a large antechamber. Her bed, made of frond leaves, still stands solid to the side but the small fireplace that she was able to flue through a dug-out hole in the ceiling had collapsed since her last visit. Along the far wall, another large boulder stood and she put her effort to moving the monolith out of her way.

    Finally cleared, she takes the shovel-like rock from behind her old bed and begins to dig. It's not too deep, but it takes almost twenty minutes for her to reach her goal, a large wooden chest, one that she recovered from one of the ships wrecked on this very island. Inside of it, still as silvery shining as the day she first found it on the bay's floor is a suit of armor with the crest of the virtues emblazoned on the breastplate. She pulls the suit out, carefully laying each piece on her bed until she reached the bottom of the chest.

    Wrapped in an oil cloth is her old sword. The one that she earned from the Guild in her service all those years ago. She carefully unwraps it and feels it's comfortable weight in her hands with a grin, with this blade she trained, and with this blade she will survive.

    Replacing all of the armor back into the chest and sheathing the sword into her belt, she secures it with several strips of the frond leaves of her bed and sat down to fashion a new rope out of the leaves. It's a long process that lasts well into the night, but it is a process she is well familiar with. She quickly strips all of the leaves bare and is rewarded with over 20 meters of strong rope.

    Stepping outside of her cave she surveys the land once again. Her boat is still safely moored in the bay, the reef sharks and nasty snapper fish guarding it as she knew they would, or perhaps no one had marked the ship yet, this is the far side of the island after all.

    Satisfied to her safety, she set the rope through the chest's eye-holes and lowers it slowly down the side of the cliff, climbing down when the length reaches it's limits every few meters. The climb down is slow, but as soon as the chest reaches the sand below she discard the rope and leaps down the last few meters. She surveys the beach once again. Satisfied, she lifts the chest and makes for the water. The chest sinks, but she is used to the weight and is able to drag it to the side of the ship. Satisfied, she lets the chest sink to the ocean floor, carrying her down to her mooring line. She quickly unties the mooring and reties it through the chest and climbs the rope to the surface once again.

    She pulls herself onto the ship and begins the quick process of drawing the chest back up onto her decks. She stows it in the ship's hold and begins the long process of navigating the ship back out to sea. Her destination already set in her mind, even though she swore to never return to that place.
     
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    The waves lap steadily against the hull of the small yacht as her destination finally comes into view to the west. The island town is already awake in the early morning light and chimney smoke can be seen rising into a pall that surrounds the city. To the north, the swamplands begin to merge into forests with several mountain ranges spanning in the far distance.

    Her destination finally reached, she sets the tiller to run steady and goes below to the chest in her hold. She pulls out each piece of the armor and dons it in a semi-ceremonious way. Each piece is laced carefully with the helmet remaining as the final piece that she holds off on donning until she makes landfall. She slings the knapsack that she bought in Serpent's Hold days earlier over her back, a copy of the book of her early life within its contents. Satisfied that everything is in place, she sheathes her sword, takes up the helmet, and ascends to the deck to navigate the ship into the eastern docks of the City of Mercenaries.

    She slides the ship along the northern jetty and ties off the lines as Marsten, the Harbor Master approaches her. He takes her information down in his book, grinning at the familiar face after all these years. The Drow returned from time to time, but always in haste and never with any time to spend on an old friend. This time appeared to be no different and she let him know that her intentions were to visit Ada right away. Marsten let her pass after her belongings had been noted and gave her instructions to pay for docking with Lyla in the harbor's offices. The Drow went quickly to the offices, paid her slip fee, and bid the young girl a good day as she strode purposefully towards the Brothers in Arms Guild Hall.

    The whole way she went she was unhooded and her helmet was still firmly under her arm. Her dark skin and white flowing hair were exposed to all those around her. Many pointed and whispered to each other as she strode past them in her full armor.

    Upon reaching the Guild Hall, the Drow finally donned her helmet and pushed through the door. It was full of fighters in various stages of training, several novices worked at training dummies with a pair of veterans pacing through their ranks and giving instructions. Sitting at the entrance to Ada's office was a very old veteran who stood quickly as the Drow approached. He halted her and asked her business.

    "I am here to see the Guild Mistress, Ada" she said quickly.

    "Is she expecting you?" The veteran asked quickly.

    "No, but I need her advice right away, is she in her office?"

    The veteran looked a bit nervous at this figure in full armor, but suddenly the door opened quickly and Ada, the full bodied amazon woman stood in the doorway, easily a fool hand taller than the veteran who was interviewing the Drow. Ada looked her over quickly and then snapped her fingers. At that, the veteran went back to his desk and the Drow grinned as she walked into the office.

    "You know, for a fugitive on the run, you sure don't hide very well anymore." Ada said as she thunked down at her desk. "I've had word of your whereabouts ever since you started to become a storyteller in Magencia a month ago. Are you trying to get yourself killed, or are you just trying to get yourself killed?"

    The Drow smiled at this, "I was caught off guard for a time. It seemed so much like home there with everyone seeming to accept me.. I guess I just got comfortable there."

    "Yeah, a bit too comfrotable," Ada grunted. "Did you have to slaughter all of those Elves in Haven? You couldn't just leave one or two alive? I've already gotten missives from Yew that went out across the land demanding your capture. I haven't gotten one of these about you in almost six years and now..." The big woman sighed, leaned back in her chair, and then stood up slowly, turning to her cupboard. She pulls out a loaf of bread and a wheel of cheese along with two mugs and a pitcher. She pours the milk from the pitcher into the mugs and hands one to the Drow. She cuts the bread and cheese and shares her breakfast.

    "What are we going to do about this?" The big woman asked.

    "Well, I've given that some thought," said the Drow. "First off, I cannot hide anymore. That scribe who wrote out the story seems to be sticking a copy in every library across the land hoping to make a name for herself. I've even heard that it's reached as far as the other Facets. I'm too well known now to stay in the shadows, so I'm going to do the only logical thing I can think of. I'm going to settle down here in Jhelom and say to hell with the consequences."

    Ada grinned softly at this. "Good, I was hoping that might be what you had in mind."

    She reached into her drawer and pulled out a small stack of parchments that were wrapped together with twine. "I've been saving these for the last few years, in hopes that you would return to us one day with just that goal in mind. I have here a promotion within the Guild from your rank of Novice to that of Veteran. You would have received this several years ago, but you ran away a bit too quickly. I also have a deed of property here. It's not much, just a house on the mainland, but I will expect you to come to visit me at least once a week to report in on your progress."

    "This property isn't just a little place to call your own though. We've had sightings of pirates and orcs in the waters to the east. If you see any advance parties, there is a beacon on the beach. Run to it, light it, and warn us. We'll fight them off.

    "I am assigning you a few of our raw recruits as your first dispatch. Most of them would have a hard time fighting a mongbat, but I have a great deal of confidence in your abilities. If you can prove that you can train those peons into a fighting force then I will send some Veterans over as well. You will be near the shrine of Honor, so you will also need to be hospitable to any pilgrims that pass by.

    "Finally, before you go. I want you to know how proud I am of you over these years. When I found you way back then you were surviving off of snakes in the middle of nowhere. Now you are one of the finest fighters I've ever trained. You have even found a way to make a name for yourself even though you were supposed to be in hiding." she grinned at this last bit. "Let me know what else the Guild can do for you, Seona. Welcome home."
     
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  8. Seona

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    (( Warning: This one gets a bit graphic. ))

    The ship is at anchor almost out of sight of her watchtower as Seona marks it down in her journal. It appeared with the dawn far to the southeast and the markings are familiar. It is an Orc Ship. She already has signaled her squad to prepare her ship at the beach and her horse is ready to charge there, she just wants to be sure of the ship before she engages.

    The signal fire to the west can be seen clearly and she notes the activity on the Jhelom Docks through her spyglass. The city is ready to repel the ship once again, but this tired business of constantly charging to repel the same ship time and again has driven Seona to action. She knows that the soldiers she hired are preparing her ship and that they are ready to fight for her cause. This morning, her cause will be shown.

    She slides down the ladder to the base of her house and leaps onto her horse, her spurs guiding the horse into action as it charges through the path that leads from her home on the edge of the swamps to the sandy beach. Her ship is ready to sail and she dismounts the horse and boards, giving crisp orders to the men who were hired to man the ship. Fishermen mostly, but able sea hands all. The rest of the ship is comprised with archers, swordsmen, and spellcasters, preparing their arts to send the Orc Ship to the depths below.

    Seona sends one of her Sergeants to the crow's nest with a spyglass. His mixed Elven heritage improves his vision and she knows that she can trust what he sees. The sails are set and the ship lurches out of the cove and begins to speed towards the Orc Ship. There is no purpose in any subterfuge in their goal. The Orcs are always ready for a fight, so there is no point in surprising them. Her Sergeant calls out that they've been sighted and the sails on the Orc Ship are being unfurled. The battle has begun.

    The ship that she commands is smaller than the Orc Ship, but the crew is ready in their tasks. As they come alongside the ship at high-speed the archers and mages fire their volleys of death into the deck of the Orc ship while the swordsmen man the cannons, firing shrapnel onto their decks and working to disable their canonniers. Her ship takes damage as well, but the steel sheets that were placed along the side of the ship prevent any of the heavy shells from penetrating their hull. As they pass the Orc Ship, Seona looks approvingly at the destruction that was caused. She orders the ship to come about and for the mages to focus on healing those who were harmed in the first volley. The Orc Ship also turns and a blast of cannonfire explodes the waters around them.

    The second pass stops both ships dead as an array of grappling hooks fly across from the Orc Ship onto hers. The hooks sink in deep and soon the Orcs begin to swarm aboard her ship.

    "To arms!" She cries out. "Repel the Orcs and take up your swords! Board their ship when we've cleared our own! I want their captain's head!"

    The mayhem that follows is bloody and several serpents can be seen off of both of the ships sides, waiting for severed limbs and sailors who loose their footing in the fight. They don't join in the fight themselves though and after a short time the well rested soldiers that Seona hired are able to overcome the Orc's boarding party. Before the last Orc is thrown below to the serpents her own crew has begun boarding the Orc Ship, fighting all those who stand in their way and using the Serpents below as a weapon.

    Just as the final blows were being dealt, however, a loud explosion is heard from below and Seona's ship shudders violently. A cannon below decks has been fired into her ship and a large chunk of wood splinters out into the water as the shell pierces completely through her hull. Knowing her ship is lost she orders all hands to board the Orc ship and begins slicing the lines that tied the two ships together.

    Once aboard the Orc ship, Seona commands the sailors to make the ship ready and leads the assault on the lower decks. The remaining orcs put up a resistance, but are no match for the Drow and her soldiers. She makes quick work of the crew and dispatches the ship's Captain quickly as he roars his frusteration and fury at her, sliding her sword through his neck and cutting off his roar as a look of surprise fills his eyes. The Orc falls to the ground and the Drow wipes her blade on his ragged tunic before taking his massive blade from his corpse. She returns to the deck and holds the blade high over her head, drawing a loud cheer from her crew.

    Raising the flag of Jhelom onto the mast, the crew slowly sails into the eastern harbor of Jhelom to the cries of gratitude at their heroics. Seona disembarks onto the docks, the bloody blade of the Orc Captain still in her hand. She walks up to a post near the gates and drives the blade deep into it.

    "This blade shall serve as a reminder to any other pirates that Jhelom is well protected! Let it be known that we are the guards of Sosaria and that we will hold no offense to our people, not by the seas or by land! We shall always fight, and we shall always prevail! Ho Jhelom!"

    "Ho Jhelom!" The assembled crowd bursts out.

    "Ho Seona!" bursts the crew of her ship.

    "Ho Seona!" the crowd began in a chant, filling the air with their adulation.

    The Drow smiles to herself, knowing that she has finally found her true home.
     
  9. Seona

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    A knock comes to the door at Seona's study at her watchtower house. After the victory against the Orcs earlier in the month there had been a fairly constant stream of freelance soldiers wishing to join her ranks.

    "Come!" she barked out, not taking her eyes off of the invoices that had come over from Jhelom for her month's supplies.

    The door opens and behind it are five cloaked figures. Seona recognizes them as Elves right off and she puts the invoice down. The Elves are not armed, but they could just as well be magic users who need no such implements. She pushes her chair back and stands, her hand resting on the blade that stands beside her desk, but does not make a move to attack.

    The hood of the central figure is thrown back to reveal an elderly Elven woman with long silver hair, her face is a beauty that only Elves can achieve despite her advanced years. "That will not be necessary, Seona. We have come with an offer of peace."

    "I've tried to broker peace in the past with Elves" the Drow stated calmly "It has always ended up with their blood on my blades. Every attack you've made against me in the name of your intolerance and ignorance have all ended this way, with your soldiers dead and me wishing that I hadn't had to kill them. Please, tell me of your offer."

    At that, a second of the emissaries draws back their hood, revealing another feminine face, but this one much more stern in her posture. "We have received word that you are working for the Jhelom's Warrior's Guild now and that the bounty that we placed upon your head has been revoked within Jhelom's borders. There is also word that the King Himself is considering pardoning your past deeds against the Elvenkind as acts of self defense. While my companion here feels that peace is the best way to proceed from here, I still think you are a danger. If it were up to me, I would wipe out your entire operation here... but that is not the case."

    The stern woman composes herself shortly and continues, "We are prepared to pardon all of your past deeds in exchange for one service of yours that we feel should be quite easy for you."

    Seona raises an eyebrow, her hand still lazily stroking the hilt of her sword.

    "You are henseforth banished from the borders of Yew that stretch from the Sanctuary Mountains to the south to the Eastern Yew Crypts. That also entails of any ship that you command within sight of land from Yew Waters. On top of that, we want you to remove all Elven soldiers from your command and encourage them to return to Yew to defend our borders instead of Jhelom."

    Seona grinned at that. "As for your banishment, I have never traveled within Yew and have been banished since shortly after my birth when my father rescued me from you people. So your banishment is just becoming formal, I already know where I am not wanted. As for my soldiers, I currently have two Elves in my employ, both are half-blood, however, so their place is wherever they choose it to be within the world. They were both born in Jhelom and if you like, you may interview them at your convenience... they won't go with you, though."

    The stern woman is about to speak when the elder raises her hand to silence her. "We will speak with the two soldiers. We are staying in Jhelom at the Horse Head Inn and will remain there through the week while we finish our other business here. Your pardon will be put into place upon our return to Yew, and we thank you for your cooperation."

    The elderly woman looks to the rest of her party before excusing them and retreating out the door. The entire time, Seona's hand never once left her blade. Even now that they have left she still idly rubs the leather grip in nervous anticipation. In all her years she has never had an encounter with the Elves that didn't end in bloodshed, this is a new experience for her.

    A knock at her door returns the Drow to the moment and her lieutenant enters smartly. "Any troubles, ma'am?" he asks dutifuly.

    "No... no trouble. Good news in fact. How go the repairs to the Orc Ship? Will it be seaworthy for our use?"

    "Repairs are underway in the cove, but it took a fair beating in the fight. That scow that the Guild provided for us will have to do for now."

    Seona nods, still in thought about the Elves. "That's fine, let me know if there are any developments. I shall be down to dine with the soldiers tonight, let's put out some extra rations.

    "Aye, ma'am!" her lieutenant says sharply, saluting her as he leaves the room.

    The Drow smiles to herself once again, perhaps peace can be found after all.
     
  10. Cephas [V]

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    He was pacing.

    He'd heard from Edith and Alastair about the commotion of a blueberry woman what seemed months ago, who claimed she was Drow.

    "Drow?"
    "Aye," responded the tow-headed waitress as she cinched her apron. "She said she was runnin' from some elves from Yew, and Alastair's boy mentioned Haven. She left first light th' next morning."

    The governor of New Magincia, who fancied himself a native of Haven, had an instant of regret: the Haven he knew was still in disrepair after the cataclysm that befell it: the southern isle still gone, the southern half of town still walled off by debris. Only the statue of Helios remained in good condition, and even that was prone to visits by undead. He had half a mind to remind Edith that it was now "New Haven", but he sighed, as he knew it wouldn't do any good.

    "Thank you, Ms. Edith. Give Courtney my greetings when next you see her."
    Cephas stepped out the door onto the docks and flipped through his Feluccan runebook:


    "Kal Ort Por"

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    "Gone?"
    Cephas was beside himself. Not with anger, but incredulity. Ocllo cashuals are impeccable librarians.
    "Lord Cephas, yes, we know of the Drow book you borrowed out more than 40 years ago. Our records indicate you did return the book, and no one else came looking for it since. However, at the same time the cataclysm fell on Haven in Trammel, a tempest swelled offshore and crashed the city here. That Drow dictionary you borrowed was in a room whose window broke, and was one of about two dozen tomes that were ruined."

    Cephas sighed. Here, a Drow making rounds in the Valley once more, and his only link to the Drow tongue is gone, thanks to the demise of the town of his youth.

    "I'm going to whack that blackrock with Tedley's hammer when I get back to the house," he muttered as he flipped through his green runebook, looking for the J.


    "Kal Ort Por"

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    "Goveror Lord Cephas, I do not know that we have such a tome. And please, keep your voice down."
    "Master Komor," spoke the man in blue, "we are out of doors. If I lower my voice, I'm not certain you'd hear me. Tell me, do you have any stacks downstairs?"
    "Yes, but you must sign Edmund's ledger and leave six thousand gold as deposit."
    "If I can find the book I seek, you can have sixty-six thousand gold coins. To keep."
    "Very well. This way," as Komor the scribe opened the door to the back room.

    Cephas spent what seemed to be all night before suddenly awaking at the table. Groggily, he wiped the corner of his mouth on his sleeve, and looked around, slowly blinking. A commotion was taking place outside, but what caught his attention was a pair of junior scribes excitedly waving a book at him from across the table.
    "Milord Cephas, there is no Grey book to be found here, but we did find this after you fell asleep," they said as they showed him a black tome with faded gold lettering that read "Nereth'ul Eilistraee".
    "Nereth'ul, nereth'ul...DICTIONARY! THAT'S IT! THIS IS THE BOOK I'VE BEEN AFTER THANK THE GODS."
    "Edmund! Get your scribes down here! I will pay eighty thousand to rent a serviceable copy of this book, post haste!"

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    He sat alone at the table beneath the throne room, cutting bread. It was a strange pastime, but it helped. Suddenly, a missive went out that a demigod had been christened, and had arrived in Luna, sharing roast pork. Such a thing would be sure to attract a crowd. He dashed out of Castle Blackthorn.

    "Kal Ort Por"

    He found the demigod sitting in the Luna bank, passing out whole pigs. A moment later, the dark elf arrived by horse.

    "Lady Seona, I've seen a great lot about you on the skies. Let me hopefully not be the last to greet you: Vendui'."
     
  11. Seona

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    The Drow touches her temple as she looks to the strange man, brushing a strand of hair from her face. A look of confusion on her face. "Umm.. Hello."

    A tad crestfallen, the man continues to speak the strange language, but after a short time he stops. "You don't know what I'm saying, do you?"

    She shakes her head. "What language was that? It was quite... interesting, almost like the Elvish I've heard in the past... but a bit more aggressive."

    "That is the language of the Drow from ancient times, I had searched far and wide trying to find it in hopes that I could communicate with you.. but you seem to... oh dear."

    The Drow smiles at that, "Your efforts are not in vain, for knowledge is never wasted. I was not raised with the Drow, however, so I never learned their tongue. I might be interested in going over your findings, however. Now that I have had my bounty lifted I am much more free to travel now. If you would grant me the time, I would be interested in learning the language if I could. Perhaps there is a lesson of history that can be learned from the perspective of the Drow that we have not seen as of yet."

    The man's eyes light up. "That would be wonderful! I have rented a copy of a "Nereth'ul Eilistraee" which is a Dictionary of the Drow Language. I am trying to use it to translate the common tongue, but it is quite difficult since it is written in the Drow tongue. I have learned a few words and worked out a whole speech to give to you to congratulate your recent heroics in Jhelom.. but that's as far as I've gotten thus far."

    "After the banquet, we should repair to your house, I'm sure that we can work something out of all of this. Do you think the libraries would have any other Drow Literature that we might be able to use as a reference point?"

    His eyes grew slightly aghast, "I'm afraid not. It took me the better part of a month just to find this one book, and I already knew what it was called. Finding another book in the Drow tongue may be an impossible task."

    She nodded to herself, "Well, we'll just have to make due with what we have then."

    The two continued to talk about their upcoming project together as the banquet ran on. The Demigod provided a great deal of food and wine to the masses, more than enough to feed those who came and many people took extra portions with them after the feast. As it ended, the two rode their horses to Minoc where they sailed to the man's house and read over the book together through the night.
     
  12. Seona

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    The ship glides along the southern coast towards home. Dame Seona, recently knighted for her deeds in the service of Britannia for her work in protecting the southern coasts and the capture of almost a dozen Orcish Pirate Ships and the sinking of many more along the southern coasts as well as in the Lost Hope Bay. This has caused a series of the Pirate Ships to travel southwest towards the Yew province, which she does not defend.

    The salt in the air works against her skin, which remains the same light shade of blue that it always has, but has become tougher over the years. The sun is low towards the western horizon with Jhelom in her sights. She has already stopped at her watchtower to see to the needs of her soldiers and now returns to the city to assist in halting a group of protesters and rioters that have been demanding action be taken to improve the city's economy.

    Her ship signals to the southern port on the main island and they return her signal, allowing her to dock. The crew works quickly and efficiently as she stands proudly at the bow of her ship. The lines are tied off and the gangplank is brought out. She calls her soldiers to order.

    "You have sailed well these last few months! We have cleaned these shores well, and will continue to divert our enemies wherever they may be. Your duties have been many and your rewards shall be great." She turns to her first mate "Endal, I want you to set all of my sailors with enough coin for them to spend the week at port in as much luxury as you can manage. They have deserved their shore leave."

    Her mate snaps to attention, he is a bald shaven elven man. His features mark him as only half elf. When the dignitaries came to Seona months earlier, he had told the delegates flat out that he was not returning to the Elven Lands. He was raised outside of Yew and he would not uproot himself and his family for any reason. His loyalty and skill at calming the serpents that would approach the ship leaded him to his current position. He worked hard for Seona and was proud to be her first mate. "Aye ma'am!"

    "You are all on leave. Your time for the next six days are your own. I shall, however, ask if any of you would like to assist me in quelling the rioters so that we may bring the protesters safely unto the Governor. The needs of our fair city must be addressed. Are any to come with me?"

    The entire ship sounded off as one. "AYE!" they boomed.

    A look of steel crossed Seona's face as she girded her battle axe and called to her men to follow her. The guild guards boarded the ship as they disembarked to maintain the ship for the next week.

    Dame Seona and her men marched purposefully to the town square where the rioters gathered. Their mere presence coming down the street caused most of the rioters to rethink their position and fled back to their homes. The few that remained put up no real resistance and they were quickly arrested and turned in to the constable. The prostesters surrounded the Governor's office at the town square. Seona marched through their assemblage and pounded upon the door.

    There was no response.

    She pounded the door again, her gauntleted hand booming through the door.

    Again, there was no response.

    "Where is the Governor?" Seona called through the crowd.

    "He has not been to his office in weeks, m'lady. We fear he has abandoned his post."

    Seona thought for a moment on that. His absence at the King's Gathering had been noted, and his absence here, too, was a mystery. The whereabouts of the city's founding Governor may be something to investigate. But this was not a time for that, this was a time for action.

    "As a representative of the King's Army, I would be honored to stand in the place of our fair Governor in this matter, and will bring the details of your requests to him personally as soon as he is located. The hour, though, is late. Let us all go to the Horse's Head and I will buy the first round and dinner for all who are assembling. Let them roll the tables out and we shall feast, for tonight is a night of celebration and tomorrow a day for work! To the Horse's Head!"

    A cheer came from the crowd as Seona and her men led the way to the tavern. Runners had been sent ahead and several tables had already been laid out with mugs and word that two pigs were already being butchered to cook ham steaks reached her. The party went on for several hours and Seona paid generously for the Tavern's quick service. She paid for rooms for the night for her and her men and promised each of the citizens that she would be at the Governor's Office the next morning and that she would hear all of their needs.

    Her first official day as a Knight of Britannia had been quite eventful, she glowed with the promise that there would be many more to come.
     
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    The last of the day's work finished, Seona began the walk towards the Eastern Docks to her ship. She had split her time over the last few weeks between maintaining the Tower and managing the affairs of the city. The work was tireless, but she knew that it had to be done and she was the one who stepped up.

    The lanterns were just being lit along the streets, an initiative that she had reintroduced along with stricter litter removal. The lamps were being lit by a pair of young men, walking down the streets and tapping each of the wicks with their candles and lighting up the streets as they went. The sun was just about fully set, and the warm glow of the city comforted her, even on this short walk.

    At the gates to the Eastern Dock, she was greeted by the Captain of the Guard. The two of them had become close friends over the last few weeks with the affairs of the city being managed by the both of them. He approved the small changes that she had made thus far and he had a small grin as he handed her a rolled parchment.

    Seona's eyes lifted as she saw that the seal was from the office of the King. "Important News? Why wasn't this brought to me right away. You know that I..." She had read the first few lines of the scroll and her eyes began to go wide. Her head snapped up to look at the Captain, asking "Why didn't you ask me before you did something foolish like this?"

    The Captain smiled back at her, "Well, to be honest, it was all Ada's idea. She talked the rest of us into nominating you for the position and we were all so swayed by her words and your actions over the last few weeks that we couldn't help but all agree. The title is yours come the end of the elections, you are running unopposed."

    "And uninvited, I'll add, too." she quipped. A sigh crosses her lips and she nods. I will need to speak with Ada when I get back from the Tower. I'll need to have someone manage my affairs there so I can spend more time on the island. I really wish that you all hadn't done this, but I will be dutiful to your wishes. You are the town that helped clear me in the eyes of Sosaria, even the Elves have stopped bothering me."

    "I'll let Ada know you're coming by to see her," the Captain replied.

    "Well don't expect me to arrive with her for at least a week. It's going to take some time to get my affairs in order at the Tower. Do me a favor and have a few of the local girls go through the office and freshen it for me. If I'm going to be living there I don't want to have to smell the previous tenant anymore. I'll make a list of other things that I will need to uphold this honor you've thrust on me."

    "It shall be as you request, Governor."

    Seona's eyes snapped back at him. "Thank you, Captain."

    She turned and finished her walk to her ship. She ordered that they cast off and head for the tower, in hopes that they would make it there quickly so she could rest for the night in her own bed.
     
  14. Seona

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    The call to arms came suddenly. General Vesuvius sent mages to all cities to announce that plans had been discovered that an attack would be made on the recently weakened city of Skara Brae. Seona blew her horn, calling all of the warriors to the wharf and instructed her mages to send them to the gathering place near the wharf of Skara Brae. They were among the first to arrive, but within the hour over 60 of the realm's finest warriors, mages, thieves, and spellweavers were gathered and ready to fight.

    The entire party crossed the channel as one. Seona instructed her captain, Endal, to stay behind and to guard the wharf with the city guardsmen who were already on duty there. With that order made, Seona blew her horn to signal all of her warriors to follow her in a charge against the oncoming Minotaurs.

    The hordes of the enemies came on in waves, one following just as they had finished the previous wave continuously. Seona and her men stood bravely and held the onslaught back. It was then that she saw him, the General of the Minotaur horde was advancing on her position. She sheathed her great axe and drew her sword and shield.

    She cut down a pair of Minotaur in mid stride and her soldiers finished them off. She reached the General and smiled, this would be a true test of her skills.

    She came in quick, using her smaller size to her advantage by weaving through his defenses and scoring cuts where she could. The General was quick though and was able to counter many of her attacks. They fought on like this for what seemed like an eternity until finally the General was able to rend the shield away from Seona and leaving her defenses wide open. He used her moment of distraction to use his club's pommel against her and struck her to the ground. Then, using her own axe, he cleanly beheaded the Drow.

    The soldiers all around the battle field let out a gasp of alarm before charging the General. He was outmatched and soon laid beside his fallen foe. Even with the loss of their General, the Minotaurs continued to come forth and fight, there was no time to revive their fallen leader, so the warriors from Jhelom fought on.

    When finally the Minotaur Army stopped advancing, the soldiers brought the body of Seona to the healers, but there was naught they could do for her. The Drow of Jhelom was dead, and no amount of healing would ever revive her again.
     
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    With the falling of Seona, the city of Jhelom is once again without a Governor. As her second in command I have assisted Seona with several of her duties and would like to request to take her place.

    The two of us stayed up for countless hours through the night going over her plans for the city of Jhelom, which include cleaning up the streets by placing a trash bin at every street corner, clearing a path from the Moongate towards the city so that it may be utilized easier, fortifying the docks with cannons to protect the coasts from pirates, and building a city office where all city services may be reached with more ease.

    I shall attend the next Governor's meeting and will present myself for consideration to take her place as Governor of Jhelom.



    As for Seona herself, we have created a small plot at Endal Towers, where she was stationed. Any who wish to pay respects may do so there. Coordinates to the tower are at 164o South by 33o East. You may also travel there on foot by going through the Trinsic Moongate in Trammel and running south down the greenbelt to the sea.
     
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