A visiting merchant....

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A visiting merchant....

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It was in the early twilight hours that she arrived, wandering into the temple from out of the night. She was fairly tall for a drow, just shy of six feet, and was well-dressed, in an expensive looking robe and fine elven boots. She claimed to be a merchant travelling nearby, desiring to visit the temple while in the region for some... religious advice.

She was invited inside, and welcomed more warmly than expected, which only set her more at edge at the start. Old instincts, needed for survival in the underdark, were sometimes hard to completely let go. But it did not take long at all before the young girl who toured her through the complex had set her at ease.

By the time she was let in to speak to the priestesses, she was smiling, and relaxed, and instead of being suspsicious, she was merely pleasently surprised by the unexpectedly warm welcome that they also extended her.

"Vendui, my name is Sancha," she said pleasently while performing a polite and graceful curtsey. "I am a merchant from Eryndlyn. I was nearby and heard there might be other drow in the area. I was hoping I might be able to... stay here for a few nights, and maybe we could talk. I have questions..."

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[u:4wndn3k0][b:4wndn3k0]Sancha's NWN Description:[/b:4wndn3k0][/u:4wndn3k0]

Sancha is a young drow woman who appears to be around 140 years of age, but she dresses more like a wild elf, with feathers and other trinkets found in the woods woven into her long silvery-white hair. She carries a bow and a pair of slim swords, and a mysterious smirk. She has intensely emerald eyes, and her ebon skin is heavily tattooed with swirling patterns and dragons of vibrant forest green and shimmering blue. Some of them are enchanted, glowing in the right lighting conditions and during certain phases of the moon.

She is polite and courteous when she speaks to people, clearly having been schooled in courtly manners. But like many elves, she can get pretty rowdy while participating in merriment, like she has a 'wild side' that she sometimes lets out.

Sancha is tall and fairly well muscled. She has long, lithe legs built for running, and some muscle on her arms from so much time spent training at swordplay with the House Vrinn Weaponmaster. She is in excellent physical condition. She usually runs everywhere. Though when in the city she walks, with a carefully refined grace, some of it natural, but other movements she makes were clearly taught, as they are quick and calculated. Maybe she knows how to use those swords crossed over her back afterall.[/quote:4wndn3k0]

Sancha was welcomed by the other drow ladies, and offered hospitality.

"Welcome to the Chosen, may you find a home here of a kind," one said.

"And welcome to our little corner of the woods," added another, who could only be Shir'le, the High Priestess the young girl had told Sancha about.

"Feel free to shed your clothes and dance in the moonlight," the priestess added with a wink and a genuine smile. "And may you find a home of sorts here."

"Thank you for the welcome, ladies, and your hospitality," the visitor replied. "As I said, I am a merchant, so perhaps there are supplies you need or drow goods you desire, but that is not what brought me here. I felt... led here."

Sancha slid out of her robes and boots while she talked, trying to find the right way to phrase it. "I felt like... like this is somewhere I can find answers, or... at least seek them."

She folded her robe, and wrapped it and her boots, up inside her dark blue piwafwi. She wears nothing beneath her robes, except for her jewelry, and an amulet in a pouch-- likely a house sigil. She hesitated a moment before also leaving her bow, quiver and sword belt behind as well, but then handed it along with her clothes and magic pouch to one of the males standing nearby.

"I'm afraid the only dance I am any good at is the Watch and Take," she said, smirking slightly as she handed her rapiers over. She sighed softly and turned back to the priestesses. "I've been to a few royal balls, but I really can't dance well enough to dance [i:4wndn3k0]here[/i:4wndn3k0]. You'll forgive me if I just watch, I hope."

Her body was that of a warrior or runner, lithe yet muscular from so much time spent training with swords, and her ebon skin is heavily tattooed with patterns running from her knees up her thighs and chest to her neck, and down her shoulders, arms and back. They are vibrant green and blue, and some of them are enchanted. Most are swirling vine patterns with stylized drow rune patterns, and she has two large dragons on her back on each shoulderblade, one blue and one green. She has a small green dragon on her pubic bone, under her bikini line, and three more dragons forming out of the swirling patterns around her breasts, two rising up rampant and facing each other below her neck, and the smallest one coming all the way onto her left breast, it's jaws open as if clenching her nipple, and the ring piercing it. The tattoos shimmer and glow in the right lighting conditions and during certain phases of the moon-- standing there some of the patterns were glowly quite brightly, almost as if shot with moonshine for a few moments as the drow woman moved.

While she claimed to be embarassed to dance, disrobing didn't seem to shame her at all, nor did it appear to bother her that Argoth was pretending not to be rather openly looking her naked body over. Such drow candor was not out of place here, and she found it relieving, almost like home. It had caused Sancha no [i:4wndn3k0]end[/i:4wndn3k0] of trouble the first few times she'd visited human nations. She was clearly glad to be again among people who didn't have such hangups.

It was Argoth who spoke first. "Dancing here is a religious ceremony, a rite, but one that does need little skill in dancing itself. More desired are just hearing the music of the Lady, her singing, and just be spontanous enough to go along with Her. The rest will occur almost all by itself."

Sancha nodded slowly, but did not look entirely convinced. Or maybe there was something else causing her reluctance. A flash of jaded emotion in her eyes, perhaps? "We will see," she said. "Tonight I will come by the temple so we can engage in some Theological debate, yes?"

She bowed gracefully, and glided out of the room to go look around and explore. And maybe [i:4wndn3k0]watch[/i:4wndn3k0] some dancing...
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OOC: ...

IC: *Through the hallway a great shadow emerged. It came closer. As it turned around the corner. Before long a figure of an imensly tall werewolf, made widder by the boars on it's shoulders. It didn't look to happy. From it came a rumbling voice.*

- TYRMER! Come here you useless piece of...*It's glare turned to the stranger*
- Who the-? Oh...new kid. Well...At least you ain't gonna leave hungry...At least you bothered to say hello. Not a vegetarian I hope? Bloody tree-huggers allways complaining about how innocent bunny wabbits get huwt...boo hoo...Wish I had rabies...Gaah...

*Before leaving the stranger the beast yelled*
- TYRMER?! Hear what I sayed? Get you ass down here! I ain't gonna skin these things on my own! YOu know how hunry that makes me!
*Walk of grumbling*
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*She blinked and stared at the werewolf for a few long moments while it spoke to her, then abruptly laughed and shook her head*

-Hi. Uh... No, no, I am NOT a vegetarian, I promise.

*As the werewolf stalked off, she made as if to follow and help him with the skinning, but then changed her mind, stopping. She has no knife for one thing, having left it with her clothes... And it sounded like he'd rather have.. Tymer help anyway. She called after the retreating lycanthrope*

- You aren't going to burn that too much, are you?

She watched it go around the corner, still bellowing, and wondered how long she'd have to wait until lunch, then turned to slip off and explore further. It sounded like Tymer [i:39wkqy7l]still[/i:39wkqy7l] hadn't reported in for duty yet...
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"Tree huggers, indeed" a low voice says and your eyes might turn to a young human as the voice speaks. "Sancha, perhaps you might desire some food, rest and comfort, before hugging a tree?" *Grins at you* "My name is Kalia
and I would be your friend."

*The human stands about 5' 8", has long brown hiar trailing over her sholdiers and down her back, at her belt is a sword and dagger and a hand cross bow. It might be hard for you to judge what skills she processes though the weapons carried appear to belie the chance of being a spell caster.*
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Sancha turns and looks the human over, smiling and bowing her head politely in return.

"Hello, Kalia, what a pleasure. Have you always lived here? I don't usually make friends when I'm not at home. It's lovely to see there are places on the surface where drow are not treated like dangerous animals." Sancha pauses only for a quick breath before she starts talking again, as if she must not get to talk to people enough. "And rest assured, I'm more likely to [i:1ofz2gmf]climb[/i:1ofz2gmf] a tree than hug one. You too, I'd guess? And [i:1ofz2gmf]yes[/i:1ofz2gmf]! Yes, food would be nice first though. I had to walk a long way in between teleports. Do you think we can we have what... the wolf is having? That looked good. And very fresh."
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From nearby comes a loud crash accompanied by the sound of breaking glass. A large white figure comes hurtling through a window , wings outstretched . The figure desperately attempts to correct their careening flight towards the ground but only manages to slow down considerably before hitting the ground and rolling to a stop against a wall .
After slamming into the wall the figure lays quite still for several moments, sprawled on their back with their wings outstretched.
It is then noticeable that it is a tall female , with white skin and hair , and long horns on her brow.
She lays there quietly for several moments with her eyes closed before she whispers,
" Ouch..Am I dead?"
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OOC: If anyone objects to me playing such a high level character, I'll just umm, scratch this posting. FYI, Rade is level 36.
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From outside comes the sound of someone whistling a lively tune. It sounds sort of like a Sea Shanty (a sea shanty, for those that don't know, is basically a bawdy song sung by sailors in 'the days of yore'). A rollicking tune that rises and falls in tone. The footsteps accompanying it are light. As the whistler reaches the entrance to the temple, she sticks her head in and calls out. "Hulooooo in there! Anybody home?"
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"Sancha, I have no home as in a place. I have a home with my friends. The last few months I have been staying here with friends." The comment about Drow being animals ignored directly as you appear very ready to call Rooky an animal. Nods with a smile, "Yes climbing trees can be fun ... depending on escort also one can get interesting reactions as well. Theboar will soon be dressed out, but it will take a bit of time to cook." Smiles, again after a short pause. "It will take less time to dress it, but even that will take some time. I can lead you to soe food already perpared as an appetizer if you wish?"

Nedylene your appearance alerts a few of the temple as you crash into it. One speaks. "If you can speak you are not dead, please speak more about why you are here. What aid you might seek"

Rade your song atracking attention as well, the song heard in advance, you are replied to with a simple answer. "Yes there are a few here, perhaps soom drink to wet your thoat would please you?
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Stomping her feet to remove any dirt and debris on her boots, the tiny woman then bounds inside, giving a flourishing bow. "Rade Ilphukiir! Singer, dancer, teller of poetry and prose, outrageous flirt, and disturber of the peace, at your service!" She announces herself in a trifle overdone manner. She appears to be dressed more for entertaining than traveling; her leather breeches a bright red, splashed with black at the knees. Her boots, also of red, with black-tipped toes. Her vest -- under which she wears nothing -- is a dark blue, trimmed with light gold. Her long white hair tied back in a high ponytail, but even then it hangs down to the middle of her back.

With an infectious grin, she looks around the place, turning a slow circle. She is small, less than five feet in height, and rather slim. On her back rests a large black cloak, hanging halfway down her legs. Her right hip holds a scabbard, in which sits a Rapier, the hilt and basket of it rather ornate, chaised with silver filigree. A small shield is attached to the other hip, seeming to be made of some blue, opaque material. Numerous pouches rest at her waist. In her hand she clutches a bow, almost as big as she is. On the middle finger of each hand there is a ring. A plain blue one, with a large amethyst on her right hand, and a dull brown one, the dullness offset by a large square ruby, on her left. Wrapped around her lower arms are what seems to be copper bracers. An amulet, engraved with the symbol of Eilistraee, dangles down between her breasts.
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*From the second floor came yelping and yelling. Seconds later a fury hand held a dark elf from the window*
- I told you once, I told oyu twice, I TOLD YOU A HUNDRED TIMES, KEEP THE GOD DAMN HAMMER IN BOTH HANDS!!! MY PAWS CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH!!
Now, the last time this happened I told you that if this scenario would repeat it self you would fly out the window. I'm keeping my promise!

*The elf flew from the window to a near by tree. Luckily for him he was agile enough to land safely in the tree. He dropped down with a loud thud, and ran quickly from the temple, leaving behind all possesions*
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The winged woman lays quietly for a few more moments sprawled out on the floor before getting up and shaking herself hard.
[t:2ngy32e1]" Im ok..I meant to do that."
[t:2ngy32e1]She dusts some of the broken glass off herself and says,
[t:2ngy32e1]"Ok ..where am I?"
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The usual noise greeted Lilandra as the rather average sized drow female opened the temple doors, silvery white robe covering the otherwise nude ebony form underneath it's folds. The hybrid healer carried the overly large broadsword across her back, most likely just finishing the daily ritual to Eilistraee, both skin and blade glistening with sweat, heavy breathing accompanying step.

"Hm?" The unfamilar voice echoing through the halls brought Lilandra's curiousity to the surface, inspecting every room until the overly tall dark elf newcomer came into view. When the term 'tree-hugger' reached the druid's ears, a sly grin crossed her lips. Maybe a lesson in nature was required today. Good, talking about the wilderness always put Lilandra in the mood to meditate.

"Nothing wrong with giving a sappling alittle cuddle, now is there?" With the sudden crossing of arms build slightly with muscle, proof that the weapon just for show, the pendant to the Dark Maiden jiggling between well-curved breasts, digits absent mindedly caressing the twig-designed bracelets wrapped around both bisceps.

The playful tone was cut short when a delicious auroma filled the air, triggering the hunger Lilandra held back since before the dance ritual to her goddess began. "Oh, I will also have what is being prepared." Damn, stomach! Always groaning at the wrong time, thought the young cleric. Maybe she could get better aquainted with the fellow drow over a bite to eat.
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"Hmm, I suppose that's true of me as well, Kalia. I travel a lot," Sancha explained with a grin, "and I spend months staying with friends, far more than I go back to my house."
Sancha's mind immeditatly dismissed thoughts of home and of Ber'in as soon as the boar was mentioned. It really did look good. Her pulse quickened at the thought of how exhilerating it would be to hunt down one that size. She was just taking breath to answer Kalia's question when the window suddenly smashed to pieces, and a winged woman hurtled down. Instead of saying, "Yes, that would be lovely Kalia," Sancha let out a loud yelp of surprise, and jumped back, even though she wasn't actually in the way.

Sancha stood panting, trying to catch her breath and slow her now [i:n3t6ut28]racing[/i:n3t6ut28] pulse. She watched while they helped the white-skinned woman up. Having left her things at the entrance, she'd be no help healing broken bones anyway, so she just watched while the drow of the temple offered their aid. She studied the woman, comparing her features to those of the tieflings and half-fiends she had met in the Moonsea, years ago. [i:n3t6ut28]Well, this will certainly be an interesting dinner,[/i:n3t6ut28] she thought with a smile.

Sancha's attention is quickly drawn away to Rade, as the tiny woman announces herself with a most impressive flourish. Sancha grins, laughing out loud and offering an applause as the bard finishes her introduction. "Now [i:n3t6ut28]that[/i:n3t6ut28] is an entertaining entrance, Rade!"

Sancha looks the bard over as she spins around, admiring and approving of her sense of style. Her gaze was quickly drawn to the rapier as it came into view. Instantly, Sancha was studying the way it was slung, working out in her mind how the other woman likely prefered to draw. The fencers instinct honed into her by the Weaponmaster never went away. Feridon used to brag that he could identify the style used by [i:n3t6ut28]any[/i:n3t6ut28] swordsman, from watching them walk and draw their blade. But such drow paranoias were not needed here, were they?

[i:n3t6ut28]Besides[/i:n3t6ut28], Sancha reminded herself, [i:n3t6ut28]she could just [b:n3t6ut28]ask[/b:n3t6ut28] Rade while they ate. This is definitely going to be an interesting dinner.[/i:n3t6ut28]

Just as she was about to bow and offer her name to Rade, her attention was drawn upwards again by another commotion. As she looked up to see what it was, she took a pair of graceful sidesteps towards the nearest cover, just in case.

Sancha's eyes widened slightly while they took in the elf gripped in the lycanthrope's paw. She still could not get a very close look at the wolf, and she was not sure she wanted to just yet. Perhaps once they had some boar in the belly Sancha would have an easier time avoiding getting those paws wrapped around [i:n3t6ut28]her[/i:n3t6ut28] throat. She did not know if the blessings masking her also covered her scent. She had not thought to ask the cleric. Best to wait until it wouldn't be so noticeable, after the smell of viscera and burning meat is in the air. Then she would approach the lycanthrop. She had a more dificult time telling with them than with regular wolves (and she [b:n3t6ut28]really[/b:n3t6ut28] did not want to get close enough to [b:n3t6ut28]look[/b:n3t6ut28]), and it could easily be an aggressive male... but she thought instead more likely female- an alpha female capable of leading a large pack- by the way she [i:n3t6ut28]warned[/i:n3t6ut28] the elf she was going to throw him out the window, instead of just doing it the first time. Yes, over food, she could show herself not to be a threat nor prey to the werewolf. And hopefully not have to answer difficult questions.

Sancha smiled and bowed her head politely as the drow priestess entered. She had seen them doing that in the Velarswood, dancing naked around a bastard sword, or around altars with the blades in hand. Only the priestesses did that particular dance with the ceremonial swords, if what the Auzkovyn scout had said was true. Of course, that was what she was here for anyway, to find out for herself if the stories she'd been told were true. She at least seemed very pleasent. Sancha hoped her past experiences and her family's opinions were shaded-- she wanted to believe what she'd heard. She prayed the friendliness would not wear off along with the cleric's spell if she stayed too long. Two nights, the mask should last at least that long, before it risked being dispelled by the moonlight.

Sancha introduced herself then to Rade and the priestess, and finally got the chance then to answer Kalia's question.

"I was happy to wait for the meat, Kalia but perhaps some light appetizers and drinks would be nice now, yes. Lead the way." A slight pause, before she remembered to add, "my friend."
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At the edge of the glade staring upon the stone building, was a young but large male elk. Astride it's back sat a young drow. he had long, thick silver hair with with thin braids scattered throughout. he wore studded leather made from bear hide. under this he wore woodsman trousers and shirt. he wore a thistledown cloak trimmed with lynx fur at the collar. at her belt was a pair of shortswords of dwarven make. he stared at the building with a grin on his face. seeing a figure thrown through window, stirring him from his memories. he heard an all to familiar howling. sighing he said to his steed " Come Erthcyrl time to go to work"
Whooping and bugling the pair charged off towrads the window
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Pale lilac eyes stared up at the overly-tall Drow for a moment in suprise, a look of wonder on her face. Blinking a few times, a slow grin creeps along her lips as she exclaims, "Goddess! You [i:ugnkxrkf]are[/i:ugnkxrkf] a tall one, aren't you! Sure there's not a bit of Giant mixed in there somewhere? And so decorative too!" She finishes, admiring the tattoos covering the woman's flesh.

The rest of the commotion seemed to go unnoticed, though her ears flickered slightly at the sounds. Turning to the woman who'd addressed her first - Kalia - she smiles broadly, waggling her small, slim fingers by way of greeting. "Hullo! Do you have a place I might store my things for a while? All this travel has.. oh yes please! Have you any Jinhrae?" She breaks off the sentence hallf way through, replying to the woman's question, before continuing on as if it were perfectly natural to talk about two things at once. "This travel has left me weary, and my clothes a bit dirty, and I'd sort of like to ease the load, and change if I can?"

She then seems to ignore the Kalia, her eyes darting about the place, taking in the woman with a penchant for crash-diving through windows. "Goddess!" She exclaims, hurrying forth to aid the woman, a light healing spell ready at the back of her mind. "Are you hurt? Any broken bones? What about your wings, are they alright? Didn't cut yourself, did you? Come on, up you get! Don't be laying there in all that glass now, you may end up severing an arm or a leg, or something!" She would probably appear somewhat comical, such a tiny woman fussing over her like a mother.
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