Spiritsilver and QueenFlamewing Collab

Spiritsilver

ok this is the collaboration that me and QueenFlamewing did a while back... the one she mentioned in a post in the art discussion.... This was made to create the backstory for a the main character on a friends site for major quests in his online rpg... honestly before we wrote this we didnt know much of drow... i really only went off what i was told by my friend about them when he asked if i would write it... then i dragged Queen into it since shes a better writter after i was bout halfway done and changes went from there... sooo if its not all accurate on drow lore sorry... Embarassed

we tried with what little knowledge we had... ok anyhow this is a long read and will take maybe 2-3 post to get it all out... soo heres the story...

Akordia Telenna
Watching from the city walls of Menzobaranzan's, Akordia Telenna witnessed her mother and her remaining family be slaughtered by her own people, the Drow. Their blood-curling screams as blades met their flesh resounded hauntingly in her mind. It almost became too much for her to bear,to just stand there in the shadows as her mother failed in her challenge,to see the blood spill from her father's beautiful ebony skin, but she had promised and it was a promise she intended to keep.

As she turned her back to the tortured screams of her family, her thoughts drifted to the night before, where her mother, Sayirolia, had summoned her to her chambers, dismissing the ever vigilant male attendants as she continued to sharpen her blades, "Come, sit, Akordia," Sayirolia's voice was unusually tender, "You are my eldest daughter and my pride; but I have lost favor of Lolth for unioning with your father, a male outcast, and returning him to our society. So tomorrow I will reclaim Lolth's favor." Akordia sat before her mother, careful not to meet her eyes as her mother told her she was going to challenge the DeVir family, which is the fourth ranked family among the Drow. She was taking a chance, given that her family only ranked seventh among the Drow and she didn't know if she bore enough strength to defeat them. Akordia wanted to protest as such was unwise to do, challenging a much higher rank was against the customs, but Sayirolia never really followed customs; her mother was one who made her own rules.

"Akordia, my child, you must hide if I am to loose this battle. You must survive and grow strong for you are very special." Sayirolia said to Akordia as she lifted her daughters lowered head, "Wait outside the city walls and only come back inside if I am able to succeed. If I do not, run, run as far away as you can. Do not be caught or they shall slay you as well for my defeat."

"Promise me that you will flee from this place!" Her mother withdrew a small dagger from the folds of her skirts and placed into Akordia's hand, "They will hunt you, Daughter, they will not give up until they have drawn your blood. Take this and use it well."

Akordia reached up and wiped a single tear that had escaped from her mother's steely eyes, "I promise, Mother." Akordia's father, Sayirolia's favored male and husband, entered the chambers; Sayirolia's battle robes were draped over his arm as he brushed Akordia's forehead with a kiss. There was sadness in his eyes, but he managed a smile for his daughter as Sayirolia dismissed her. He would stand gallantly at her mother's side, no matter what the outcome and it would be the last time Akordia saw of them alive.

Akordia thought over her mother's words from the previous night and started to run. She wanted to help her family, to try and save them, but she dared not to disobey her mother. While running through the Underdark, she searched for a safe place to hide and plan her revenge for her mother, her father and her half-siblings. Tears streaked her face as she ran, vowing to destroy the De Vir family,to quench the lands with every last drop of their putrid blood, just as they have done to her family. She would claim "Right of Accusation" even if her mother was the one who had challenged; she would survive and return to reclaim her house.

Day, weeks went by, Akordia had to be constantly moving as the Drow were still searching for her. She was hoping they would stop seeking her, but knew they would not give up so easily. They wouldn't stop until they found her or found her decaying body.

Akordia had been running throughout the Underdark now for months. All the passageways and tunnels were easy to navigate, but she started to grow weak from traveling for so long. Everything started to appear the same. The tunnels she once thought she knew were not there, but she still pressed on. She could not be captured.

Akordia found herself in an area of the Underdark she wasn't familiar with. A new area for her to possibly hide for a while. She thought she was safe but soon learned of another danger that lied in the Underdark, one more terrifying and vicious than her own Drow brethren. A danger that could possibly cost Akordia her soul. Suddenly without warning, she fell to her knees; something, someone had struck her hard from behind and before she could catch a simple glimpse of her attacker, a veil of darkness covered her eyes.

A tall figure dressed in black robes loomed over the young Akordia. Akordia tried to make out the figures face that was hidden under a hood, but only saw glowing white eyes peering back at her. She was scared and too weary to fight or run away from this thing, and she tried not to let it see her fear. She had no idea how much time had passed or if her capture was working for the Drow. But her sharpened senses told her that this was no Drow,nor no mere mortal figure; this form that loomed over her emanated with a fierce power unlike any she had ever seen.

"Stand!" a mans voice from under the hood proclaimed. It was an authoritative voice; one that could strike fear into the minds of many and Akordia quickly stood up. Too quickly though as she soon started to fall back to her knees, but caught herself using the man's arm. He helped her back to her feet and looked closely at the young drow girl. She gasped at his touch for it seemed to burn into her skin, but not like how a fire would burn. "So, you are the one they are seeking."

"Fear not, Little One, you'll not come to harm here. I have been watching you for some time, but now is not the time to discuss these matters," He pulled out a gold amulet and pointed it towards the north eastern potion of the wall. He then mumbled some incomprehensible words that sounded like an incantation. The wall suddenly grated open up to reveal a secret passage. Akordia now thought she was in the hands of a very powerful sorcerer. At that moment he place his hand upon her head, said another incantation, and she soon fell asleep.

Akordia woke up in a room lined bookshelves. There was a desk on her right side that had candles and incense burning on it. In the middle of the desk was a book opened to a page that had a image, of what looked to her, a person being transformed into a weapon. It was written in a language though that she did not understand. It was not any ancient Drow language that she had studied,nor languages of the upper world. She hesitantly reached her hand out to touch the pages of the book, but an approaching sound startled her and she quickly returned to the chair in which she awoke in.

The Sorcerer enter the room. "I see you finally woke up and you have been looking around as well."

"Who are you?" Akordia screamed, jumping to her feet with a hand on the secreted away dagger her mother had given her, "Why am I here?"

"You will find out soon enough why I brought you here, but for the time being, you can address me as Raxesatael." Raxesatael said handing her a plate of food and some water. "You must regain your strength first before I tell you anything more."

Akordia took the food and water from Raxesatael like a starved barbarian,greedily snatching the plate from his hands and hungrily tearing into the food. She forgot about wondering why she was there since she hadn't eaten a good meal in weeks. She was happy that she didn't have to run anymore; she felt safe in the company of this sorcerer.

As she ate, he informed her that she was free to come and go as she pleased, but not to go beyond this region or her Drow pursuers would quickly find her. She eagerly explored his home, finding herself becoming strangely attracted to her host. He was kind and thoughtful, awakening feelings within her that she had never thought possible for her Drow nature; his touch excited her and she yearned, nay, ached for him, but he was vigilant in remaining stoic, void of these waves of emotions and feeling that surged through her. About a week went by when she decided to ask the question again.

"I have found out who you are, Raxesatael, by staying here and living with you but you still haven't answered my question of why I'm here. Why haven't you turned me into their hands?"

"I have a proposition for you that is why." Raxesatael spoke softly, cupping her chin. He leaned in closer to her and as his breath caressed her skin, whispered, "It is one I know you cannot refuse."

"And why wouldn't I refuse it?" Akordia asked, her voice quivered slightly. She tried to remain strong; he chuckled, withdrawing from her, turning to his desk.

Raxesatael picked up the book Akordia first saw when she arrived here. "I know you have looked at this. You've been drawn to it many times since I have brought you here."

"The language is strange; I've not seen it before." She regained her composure. He lain the book back upon the desk and took a seat.

"What you saw in those images is part of it. I am giving you two choices. One, I can turn you in to the Drow that lurk just outside my region, as we both know they want you dead and it's not just because your mother challenged the De Vir family and lost. No, they wish to thieve you of your life-force because of something greater than just a little tiff. Or two, I can grant you amazing power and life eternal, but you must serve me and you will be transformed into the most powerful sword imaginable."

Akordia thought long about Raxesatael proposal. She didn't want to be turned into the Drow and slain as she didn't want to disobey her mother's wishes. But she also didn't want to be under the control of this sorcerer or loose her drow form. But his words just now frightened her; what was it that he was keeping from her? "Can I think this over?" She asked.

"Yes, you have until morning. Then you must give me your answer and seal your fate." said Raxesatael as he exited the room and locked the door behind him.

Akordia thought about Raxesatael's proposal all through the night, hopelessly trying to find a way to avoid either fate. Forever be a slave or die, neither of which she wanted. Her thoughts then drifted to the overheard conversation between her mother and father that night before her mother came and talked with her. They had argued fiercely about the upcoming challenge, yet both were adamant about her departure from the city, her safety…not that of her younger siblings who had been slain with them. "Lolth! What is it that I must do? What is it that I must become?"

Finally she came to her decision, the one that she knew she must take, as if it was whispered on the faint breeze that wafted in ,she must accept his offer and become this weapon, not only to gain such power…but to exact her revenge and annihilate the De Vir family.

And it was at that precise moment of her realization that Raxesatael unlocked and swung open the door.

"What is your answer?" he said forcefully as he walked closer to Akordia.

Akordia got up from her makeshift bed, looked at the sorcerer, "I will become this weapon of yours. I do not wish do die by the hands of my people more so than not becoming a slave." she informed him. She had accepted to becoming this weapon of power because she knew that he would not survive the ages as she would be able to. One day she will be free from his control and there was a possibility that someone would be able to change her back to her Drow form. "But before I concede to you, I demand to know the truth for you are no sorcerer, are you?"
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Spiritsilver · Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 4:19 pm Post subject:

He swept across the room, "That's what I liked about you, Akordia. From the time you were born, you were no ordinary Drow. Oh yes, I have observed you since you were born. It's quite unusual that a female would catch my eye, but you are correct, I am no sorcerer; that was something you chose me to be. Some refer to me as the Masked Lord or the Masked God of Night."

"Vhaeraun!!!" She gasped, regretting her decision to accept his proposal as she crept slowly toward the door.

"Yes, tis I, my dear one and now it is time for you to service me as we agreed upon." Vhaeraun/Raxesatael made a gesture with his hand and once more a shroud of darkness consumed her sight.

Though she could not see what was happening, she could feel her body changing. Warm, sticky liquid flowed over her and it felt like she was being invaded from the inside out; the stench of blood permeated around her the stench of her own precious life force being spilt draining from her. She could hear the strange mutterings of incantations and feel her limbs being lifted and repositioned. There was no pain nor was there any fear and she was grateful for that; yet, she could feel her very flesh burning as if she was in the forges of the Drow blacksmiths.

Even though she could feel all that was happening, she could not move. Her mind cried out, Mother, help me.

The ritual seemed to last an eternity to her, then suddenly all grew silent. There was nothing more to feel, no sounds, no smells, nothing. Am I dead? She thought, panic-stricken. Did Vhaeraun fail at his attempt and now I cast into the abyss to be forever forgotten?

She drifted in her darkness, cursing the Masked Lord for all that he had done to her, cursing her mother for falling at the hands of the De Vir family, and cursing herself for running away.

"Awaken, Dear One." Vhaeraun's voice penetrated the darkness, "It is complete…you are my greatest creation."

She opened her eyes and the world seemed alive with a new spectrum of colors that she had never seen before. Vhaeraun was looming over her, "Ah, there now, my Armageddon. Arise."

She sat up; she surprisingly felt lighter and the simple action of sitting up was even too quick for her. "What have I become?

"You shall be my victory, my sweet Armageddon, Eilistraee will not stop me now!" He roared with delight, "No more shall I be imprisoned here in the Underdark!"

"Imprisoned? You mean to have your revenge against the surface dwellers for exiling you here." She spat, "This great power, this immortality you promised me was all for you, wasn't it? You will not use me in this manner!"

He walked away from her, "Lolth, my mother, permitted me this small region in her vast empire. Forbidding me from leaving, sealed me here beyond this barrier. Well, she has fallen silent and a band of Drow from Menzoberranzan, fraught with worry summoned one of my priests to ask of me what has become of my mother.

It is my chance and with you, my Armageddon, with you I can break her seal and destroy her. The great spider goddess and her pathetic followers!! And I will be free of this prison and walk among the surface dwellers once more."

No! I will have no part of it. I will not endanger the lives of my brethren so a half-crazed demi-god can return to the upper planes." Akordia declared, realizing she had no fear of him any longer. "I will return to my city and I will reclaim my house. I will use this new power that you have given me and avenge my family!"

He seized her roughly; she was not accustomed to any male Drow, god or not, handling her in such a manner and immediately backhanded him for laying his hands on her. He caught her up by her throat and seethed, "You have no choice in the matter, Armageddon, you are my weapon and will obey me. As easily as I created you, I can destroy you."

"Then destroy me for I will not concede to such a pathetic deity like you," She growled. He shoved her back upon the table in which she had lain upon and stormed from the room, slamming the door. She heard the latches fixed and locked so there would be no escape for her.

In this chamber that served as her prison, she explored her newfound abilities. She had grown accustomed to her new form; impressed by her own strength and agility. She had also taken to studying Vhaeraun's magic tomes and found many a wondrous and devious spell worthy of the Drow. She could transfer an object of her choosing from one side of the room to the other just with a mere thought and realized that in the midst of that small feat she could reach the destination before it could.

With the dagger her mother had given her so long ago, she tried to pierce her own flesh and found it unyielding to the blade. Vhaeraun had left her alone for what seemed like weeks and she grew quite listless, the chamber seemed to grow smaller as each day passed.

Finally, after she had grown quite tired of her solitude, she attempted to break the thick wood of the door and was startled to find it break so easily beneath her touch. She gathered up Vhaeraun's spell books and stepped out into the corridor. She could hear the clashing of swords resounding throughout the hallway and instinctively, she followed the sounds.

She came upon the Great Room of Vhaeraun's home and saw him wailing against a thick stone seal. She recognized as the seal of Lolth, the one that imprisoned him in this region and willingly, yet without thought, she sauntered up to it and against her previous declaration that she would not help him, she destroyed the seal, freeing Vhaeraun from his prison with a single blow.

"You have done well, Armageddon. Now follow me there is one more seal to break." Vhaeraun led her toward a gigantic thing of obsidian sculpted into the visage of Lolth several yards away. "Destroy it, Armageddon." He commanded and instinctively, she complied, walking up to the large sculpture of the giant spider goddess and swung direct. She couldn't tell if she had broken the seal as huge black misty rift appeared before the statue's face and a new form emerged.

"Hello, Father. You are not allowed to pass; this is a forbidden place to you," the form taunted. She recognized him from the many drawings that hung in the temples of Lolth; it was Lolth's champion, Selvertarm, Vhaeraun's son.

"Do not presume to stand between me and my destiny, Selvetarm," Vhaeraun snarled in reply.

"Your destiny, no, I've come for your death," Selvertarm lunged at him with such ferocity that it startled both Vhaeraun and Akordia.

Vhaeraun managed to counter and avoid the attack as he bellowed, "Armageddon!! Destroy him!!"

Her mind screamed that she wanted no part of this battle between gods, yet her body robotically responded as she stepped between Selvertarm and Vhaeraun. She assumed her stance, awaiting Selvertarm's next attack; but he retreated, laughing as a group of Eilistraee's followers emerged from the shadows and quickly surrounded her. Soon her limbs were ensnared with extremely strong thin silky ropes that she could not free herself from. And she felt an immense pain as they tightened around her.

"Did not think we knew of your weapon, Father?" Selvertarm scoffed, walking up to her and appeared to be examining her, "She is a beauty, finely crafted but no match for Lolth's web. Ah, you have imbued her with your own life force, for that is no Drow blood forging through her veins."

Vhaeraun was the one to lunge forward on the offense now, charging Selvertarm and they clashed together in battle and they fought in the realm of the physical as well as magically and psychically as the group of Eilistraee's followers forced Akordia to follow them away from the embattled gods. They led her to a large temple; the ropes began to cut into her and she saw and felt the burning liquid that seeped from the cuts. It was not the color of Drow blood, it looked more like a blacksmith's melted golden ore spilling from it's trough. The followers jerked the ropes until she fell to her knees, tightening them and a small cry of pain escaped Akordia. She glared at them defiantly, but they ignored her as this brilliant figure approached them.

"So this is Vhaeraun's weapon? Too powerful to release for if it were to fall within mere mortal hands," The figure leaned down toward her, shaking her head. She was beautiful and bore a striking resemblance to Vhaeraun. "What name do you go by, Vhaeraun's weapon?"

She thought of her own name, Akordia, but that was not that spilled from her lips, "I am Armageddon."

"Suitable name for such a fine weapon. Take it to the chamber and strap it down," The figure commanded, "My brother may have constructed this weapon, but I shall destroy it and I will be done with my allegiance to Lolth"

Akordia wanted to scream out in protest, but no words came forth as the followers jerked her up and dragged her inside the temple; she couldn't even resist her captures. Where was her strength! Where was her will! Her mind screamed and Akordia realized that her fate now lay in the hands of the Dark Maiden, Eilistraee.

Her bonds were removed and she was lain upon a massive marble table in the center of a large barren room. Busily and forcefully, her captures strapped her down as Eilistraee approached. The goddess laid her hand on Akordia's bosom; it was a soft, gentle touch, "Fear not, I will free you from your prison, child, to spare you from what I must do."

And suddenly, Akordia was enveloped by darkness, feeling like she was being yanked up through a tight space. As sudden as the darkness appeared, she regained her sight and now looked down upon the goddess standing over a form she found familiar, it was her form! Akordia screamed, but no sounds came. She looked down upon herself and saw a misty figure where once her solid form had been. Eilistraee had ripped her soul from her physical body and now was severing her body like a butcher.

"Ah, what a fine weapon my brother created. Exquisite form," Eilistraee cooed, "Will be a shame to destroy such a perfect weapon."

Akordia watched as Eilistraee snapped limb after limb; that golden blood spurted and gushed as each piece was severed. That is me, Akordia thought to herself, That is me!! I don't want to die, Dark Maiden! Please, restore my form, I beg of you!

"Now, now, Armageddon. If I could undo what Vhaeraun has done to your form, I would," The goddess turned and looked at Akordia directly, "But I cannot. The incantations he wove are too strong for me to break."
You can hear me? Akordia gasped.

"You think just because your soul is free, that your thoughts are silent?" The goddess laughed, "Child, you will forever be this way as you will not go into the abyss nor the realms above. I cannot grant you a death nor a physical form. Thanks be to Vhaeraun and the incantations he used."
Akordia cried out, "So I will forever be a wraith!"

"Unfortunately, yes, my dear one," Eilistraee turned back to Akordia's body and continued to dismember it, "But I will give you a chance at life once more. If a mortal can achieve to retrieve your pieces and reunite them, you may live again in the physical plane as Vhaeraun made you. But to that mortal who achieves this feat, your allegiance will be his and his alone and you shall heed every command as you would have done with Vhaeraun."

Forever a slave. Akordia sighed. Will I never be completely free? Is this the destiny that the Fates have designed for me?
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Spiritsilver · Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 4:22 pm Post subject:

The goddess did not answer; she wrapped the pieces of what was Akordia's physical form in a silken cloth and bound them with a silver string. One of her followers came up to her and knelt at her side as she handed him the bundle, "Take this to the Red Dragon's lair; inform the dragon to guard this well and with his life."

In a instant, the follower was off, carrying away Akordia's dismembered physical form. Akordia wanted to chase after him, retrieve her form and unite it herself so she would be no slave to anyone except herself, but she could not move from where she drifted. Eilistraee walked up to her, "Armageddon, I cannot promise that you will achieve the freedom you seek, but I give you leave to choose your mortal champion to quest for your parts. Go to the physical planes and seek well for the one who will make you whole again. Don't fret, my love, your physical form will never degrade nor this form that you are now in."

Why are you doing this, Dark Maiden? Akordia sobbed.

"Because Lolth wanted you destroyed, she wanted your pieces thrown into the fires of hell so never that you could walk the planes. I may dislike my brother, Vhaeraun, but I loathe my mother, Lolth far more and to bow to her whims is something I cannot force myself to do," The goddess smiled, "Lolth achieved my allegiance for just this once as she threatened the life of my followers if I did not concede and as it was Vhaeraun she wanted to torment, I could not ignore the opportunity. To her, you are destroyed. This is the only freedom that I can give you. Forever remember who you are, my dear Armageddon and you will never be fully a slave to anyone."

Eilistraee released her with some cautionary warnings, "You, in your present form, cannot seek your physical remains or it is the abyss that awaits you. Vhaeraun is not destroyed so he will be seeking you as well; I have shielded you from his sight, but cannot promise that he will not find you and until he is destroyed, you will never regain your mortal form. I have done all that I can for you, Armageddon. Do not think my kindness my weakness."

Once she was free of Eilistraee, Akordia drifted toward her home, she had yearned to be amongst her own people. She had not known how much time had passed since that night she first fled the city and she didn't care for now, in her present form, the De Vir family could do nothing to her. When she arrived, she saw the decaying remains of what used to be her family displayed in the courtyard, piked on tall wooden stakes, serving as a reminder for all those lesser families not to challenge an upper family and as De Vir's boast of keeping their rank; she wafted near what remained of her mother. Her mother's smooth and flawless skin was now dried and tattered, peeling away from the whitening bones that lay beneath; insects scurried in and out of her decaying flesh and her eyeless eyes gazed downward at the ground that had been stained with their blood. Akordia glanced to what remained of her father; he had been beheaded and gutted and his head was spiked upon the top of his stake; his death expression was that of torment and what had remained of his face flapped in the breeze like a leathery parchment pinned to an announcement board. The De Vir family took delight in killing him from what it looked like as they did her half-siblings who were strewn at her parents' feet like waste.

She reached out to touch her younger sister's brittle hair that had remained, but her hand passed through the rotting flesh and bone. Anger welled up within her when she saw the eldest daughter of the De Vir family sauntering in the courtyard, wearing Sayirolia's amulet around her vile neck. Akordia charged toward her, her mind screaming, I shall do to you what you have done to my family!

But she passed right through her and the De Vir eldest daughter did not even see her there.

Oh, this must be remedied, Akordia seethed, How am I to seek adventurers to restore my form if none can even see me?

Akordia stayed around her home for several weeks, pondering her new dilemma and watching the De Vir family with a burning hatred. She found that she could still manipulate objects with thought and Eilistraee had sent Vhaeraun's spell books to the Telenna house, unseen by any of the other Drow families, so Akordia studied and learned; she did not notice that the one book that had been laying on Vhaeraun's desk was not included. Thankfully, Vhaeraun's books contained a spell in which she could achieve a somewhat solid form for a short time only. She tried the incantation and failed, over and over again, growing more frustrated each time. She may still have had the ability to manipulate objects of the living plane, but she had lost the magical powers that Vhaeraun had given her in her physical form.

In disgust, she gave up and came to the realization that she would need the assistance of a powerful sorcerer or wizard who could impart her with this spell and she knew none existed in the city. She waited until nightfall and left her city once more in search of a sorcerer capable of giving her a solid form. Vhaeraun's books and those she selected of her mother's followed her with her thoughts. She would never find the sorcerer in the realms of the Underdark, not one that could achieve this feat without enslaving her to his will; she would have to go to the realms of the surface where many races lived.

In all her life, she had never treaded the surface world and as a child, she had heard the stories passed on by the elders of the terrible beings that lived there. The elves with their powerful magics of nature, the dwarves with their stunted and greasy appearance, and the ugly humans full of greed and distrust. Akordia passed them off as mere tales the elders told to frighten the children and forged onward to the realms of light. Surely, someone there would have the power she sought.

She journeyed for days, coming upon this village secreted away in the foreign forest that she had entered when leaving the Underdark. Even in this form, it took some time for her eyes to adjust to the blinding brightness of the surface world. The people looked strange to her, ranging in all sizes and shapes, some clothed in tattered shreds whereas others garbed in armor or regal robes. And they intermingled; a confusing concept to her as she saw no set structure of society amongst these beings.

Unbeknownst to her, she had caught the eye of some wandering vagabond, who followed her drifting form along the cobblestone road that she traveled. When she paused, he paused; when she turned to look behind her, he pretended to be interested in some wares being sold by a street vender, keeping one eye trained upon her misty form from behind the shabby leather hooded cloak he wore. Finally, she tired of drifting and settled near a gnarled tree, watching with apprehension the bustling comings and goings of these villagers. The vagabond walked toward her and finally addressed her, "What brings you to these realms, Wraith?"

Startled, she fell backwards into the tree. The vagabond sat down at the foot of the tree, "For a wraith, you are extremely an oddity. Your form looks like that of Drow, but even I cannot tell. Oh…you can speak. I will hear you. I am Somikoit Grimraven, necromancer and you?"

Armageddon, Akordia said, You have the ability to raise the dead?

"Yep. That's my specialty, a gruesome job, but someone has to do it. You wouldn't believe how many people want some putrid little zombie to command," Somikoit leaned back, "Armageddon, you say? I've heard of you. The great weapon created by the Masked Lord and thusly destroyed by the Dark Maiden. Yes, your tale has even reached this far into the realms, surprised? Don't be, there is always one who can't keep his mouth shut where there is profit involved. But what brings you out of Menzoberranzan?"

Akordia drifted closer to him, I need to attain a solid form.
"Yes, it would be hard for you to interact with the people in that form, wouldn't it?" Somikoit sighed, "But even as a necromancer, I can't even help you there. You linger between life and death and I only deal with those who Death has claimed."

I have an incantation, but cannot cast it. Akordia's hopes lifted, Maybe you could cast it for me?

Somikoit rolled with laughter, "Like I said, I am a necromancer and you, my lovely, are not even dead. My magic would have no power on you, even with your incantation."

"But, I may know of someone who might be able to help for a price. Do you have any treasures to offer as payment? No? I would think not. I say that you have a problem," He glanced up to the skies above, "How am I to refuse such a lovely wraith? Alright, I'll help you get your incantation cast. No, don't look like that, I don't want anything in return. I'm a sucker for a pretty face, that's all."

Somikoit led her to a small hovel just outside of a town called Cedarspoke. It was a few days travel and they filled the time talking; she found him easy to talk to, as if she had known him for years, but the resident of the hovel, well, he was quite frightening. He was a well aged man, short, hunched over and on the eccentric side. Somikoit had told her that he had a mind sickness, but once was the most powerful druid in the realms. "Don't worry, though, he's a harmless old man."

The man shrieked when Somikoit directed his attention to her, asking if he could help her sustain a solid form and how he would pay what was needed for it to be done. The old man scurried behind a table cluttered with mounds of dusty books and scrolls, muttering like a rapid chipmunk.

"Look, Ohklir, you old codger, I'll go into Cedarspoke and bring you back a couple barrels of some fine lager. I know you can help her." Somikoit nonchalantly leaned against one of the wooden beams, "So be a good old bat and help her."

"Tis no spell to do as ye ask," The old man laughed, "For the wench is no dead."

Then how am I to seek those willing to adventure for me? Akordia groaned. Somikoit waved his hand at her and walked up to the old man.

"But you know a way, don't you, Ohklir?" He leaned down, smiling at him, "I can tell you have a way."

"Aye there is a way, there is always a way, always a way," Ohklir scurried to the other side of the room, "Living souls must be strong for the way."

Akordia glanced at Somikoit, Living souls?

"Two barrels of lager, aye, two barrels of sweet, sweet lager and help the wench, I will." Ohklir was before Akordia before she realized it. "Must have angered someone."

Somikoit sighed, drawing out his coin purse, "Then we have a trade? You help her and I give you two barrels of lager?"

"Aye, help her. Help her help herself." Ohklir scampered to a cluttered bookcase and started pawing through the contents as Somikoit approached her.

"I'll come back," He smiled at her, "And I'll bring back some clothing for you."

Akordia did not realize that she was completely nude; she had forgotten that her physical form still wore her clothes. Somikoit left her with the eccentric little man who delighted in muttering to himself as he shuffled from one side of the hovel to the other. He kept muttering how she didn't need his help and how she could solidify anytime she wanted to with no aid of a spell or incantation, how silly the "Living Soul" was for thinking she was dead.

How? Akordia demanded, not knowing if Ohklir heard her. Tell me, old man, how do I take a form?

He turned to her and tapped is forehead, "'Member? Physical forms are illusions of the mind. If you think yourself solid, you are solid. If you think yourself a ghost, then you are a ghost."

And within an instance he transformed into a vapor mist like her then back again, "Somikoit thinks I have mind sickness, aye, that is what I want them to think. I'm tired and want to just live out my remaining days in peace."

Akordia tried to think of herself as she was before Vhaeraun changed her and her misty form started to solidify but for a brief moment.

"It will take time. Your mind is too full of thoughts." Ohklir shuffled through the books on the table. "You won't get it on your first time. Organize your mind, Dear. Irrational thoughts lead to irrational behaviors."

The day passed into night then to morning and still Akordia could not do as the old man instructed. Somikoit had returned and was now loudly snoring in one of Ohklir's stuffed chairs. She would not rest until she achieved a form in which all could see.

The days passed into weeks which passed into months and finally, she was able to bring forth her form before she fell into the hands of Vhaeraun and hold it indefinitely. She robed herself in the scanty outfit that Somikoit had brought back and presented her solidified form to both Ohklir and him.

"Bravo!" Somikoit applauded, slapping Ohklir on the back, "Now there is an image of beauty. Time to celebrate."

"Celebrate?" She blushed, glancing down at her form; it felt awkward as if didn't belong to her.

"Yes, Armageddon. We'll go into Cedarspoke and visit the pub. Wait…you need something."" Somikoit chuckled, rushing out the door. He returned a few moments later and held out this strange delicate object to her.

Akordia took it into her hands and felt the silkiness of it, "What…what is it?

"Why, it's a flower," Somikoit took it from her and slid it into her hair. She could smell the sweet perfume it permeated and reached up to caress the soft petals.

"It's beautiful." She smiled, leaning over and brushing Somikoit's cheek with a kiss. He lowered his head and backed away. She picked a silver plate and glanced at herself, "I think I like flowers. Yes, flowers, that is what I will use to find the ones to help me."

Cedarspoke was quiet, lazy kind of city nestled in the middle of the Gulphmere Forest; it's residents greeted Akordia with kindness as she and Somikoit made their way to the pub. She felt comfortable here and as the night passed Somikoit offered to get her lodgings in the city until she could find people for her quest. "Lots of adventurers pass through here, seeking the council of the druids. I'm sure you'll be able to find someone worthy of your tasks."

The next day, Somikoit found her a small cottage in Cedarspoke and had it furnished. After a few days, she was able to move into her new home and Somikoit left her with some gold for her needs and told her he would open a few shops in her name to keep her well off. He informed her that he was needed in Mirabar for a time and that he would check in on her from time.

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This is the point the quest starts on my friends site... hope ya was able to sit through the long read... lol... and hope yall liked it... Smile

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QueenFlamewing · Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 7:29 pm Post subject:

Oh wow, haven't looked at that in a while...I forgot how long I made it lol...and that's only half of it.
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Spiritsilver · Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 7:45 pm Post subject:

yes it turned out being that looooonnnngggg.... lol... and i kept tellin you we need to shorten it... which i did in some areas... lol... remember all the fuss they made b/c they had to read it in order to obtain clues and information needed for the quest there... them boys there just didnt wanna read anything... which in the end they all actually liked it... Smile

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QueenFlamewing · Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 8:03 pm Post subject:

lol...sworry; I tried...I really really did. Glad they liked it. Now if I can just finish the Blooding of Grimraven.*kicking self*
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Havoc · Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 1:39 pm Post subject:

Okay, got through the first post of it. Here's what I'm thinking.

First up, in the turquoise, you say you're worried about messing up what's been said about Drow. Don't. As a writer, one of the best things is you can just make it up as you go along! Very Happy

Even with a 'specialized' audience, like we have on this forum, maybe these things are supposed to be the way they are. So, no worries there.

It was a little hard to get through this, mostly because the first post was pretty big! I was tempted to print it out, and read it, but got through it. Whenever posting on a computer, post in small chunks. The reason for this is twofold:

1) It's a lot easier on the eyes.
2) It's easier to pick up and put down.

The only exception to this is if it is a complete story. Like, the single post is just a single story, and not continued, like here.

Didn't find much in the way of editing, but I did find one random capitalization:

Spiritsilver · Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 7:51 pm Post subject:

yeah i know its a long read... i thought i broke it up enough but guess not... lol... b/c of its length is why it hasnt been posted on dA by one of us... lol... the first area of the story is mostly what i wrote then after that is when Queen came in to help out on it, and wrote the majority of the rest after many upon many hours on the phone with each other deciding where in the story to go next... and she goosed up the beginnin some since well she has a better way with words than i do... hee hee... and trust me theres prolly gonna be alot of errors punctuation wise... i grabbed it off the html page i had set up for the players to read... and well i know i made a few html mistakes which was reflected in the punctuation of the story...

anyhow im glad ya like it so far... once ya get through the whole thing... hee hee... i can give a brief rundown of the quest that occurs after that... her story though is one of those never ending quests on the site due to upgrades and other things... also if ya havent seen the image i made of her yet its on dA... guess kinda to help get a visual of the girl... Smile

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QueenFlamewing · Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 9:02 pm Post subject:

And we also both kind of wrote it late at night as we were rushing to meet the deadline, well...not so much the deadline...just really to get the people to hush up about when it was going to be implemented into their game. After skimming through it again, I can see a few mistakes that I'm kicking myself in the arse for Embarassed

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Deathless_Lord · Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 9:15 pm Post subject:

Older stories will do that to you. ::Thinks back to some early ones, shudders:: Boy howdy will they.
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DrowKat · Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 10:36 pm Post subject:

>.< gah! I love shoes but hate feet... is that odd? But I would love those boots, even if I fall on my ass all the time. Lol
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