Menzoberranzan: Insurrection

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    What would you think of a world bereft of light and goodness? A world where chaos ruled and the only law that mattered was "Don't get caught?" A world bound by only the thinnest of power structures? A world where loyalty and friendship are considered weaknesses? Welcome to Menzoberranzan, Jewel of Lolth (Matron Godess of assassins, chaos and the drow), Capitol of the Underdark and the drow nation (if it can be called such). Now think of this world when deprived of their godess. Lolth has fallen silent and her clergy grows uneasy. The slaves and subservient males are beginning to suspect this lack of clerical power and grow restless. for the first time in over five thousand years, Menzoberranzan faces a full-fledged revolt.

    Profile:
    Name:
    Age: (nothing over 1,300)
    Race: (preferably drow, but druegar, goblin, orc, kobold, illithid, and human can be used)
    Gender:
    Class:
    Job:
    House: (Baenre, Barrison Del'Armgo, Mizzrym, Faen'Taerth, Obloudra, Argith, Bregan D'Arthe[mercenary/spy organization], commoner, Undercreature [only applicable if you did not choose drow for race])
    Weapon:

    Name: Mil'Inthil Mez'Barris
    Age: 556
    Race: Drow
    Gender: Male
    Class: Weapons Master
    Job: Bregan D'Arthe lieutenent/operative. Currently on assignment infiltrating House Mizzrym
    House: Bregan D'arthe. Originally of Barrison Dal'Armgo
    Weapon: Enchanted saber (Charon's Claw) and enchanted dagger (name unknown) combo.
     
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    Name: Exodus Con'hunin
    Age: 351
    Race: Drow
    Gender: Male
    Class: Mercenary
    Job: Bounty Hunter
    House:Bregan D'Arthe
    Weapon:Scimitar (Right handed), staff (straped to back), small wizarding staff (Strapped to hip)

    How's that?
     
    Nice, you two. Thanks for joining.
     
    I'm hoping for two more, but one would suffice.
     
    I invited d_e and one other, I think, although I can't quite remember who. If you'd like to send out a few more, though, be my guest.
     
    The Adamant Dodger said:
    I invited d_e and one other, I think, although I can't quite remember who. If you'd like to send out a few more, though, be my guest.
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    Do any of those people know what Mensoberranza is? Cause I don't want this to be like the Drow Academy...where we spend 5 pages on what the darn place is...
     
    hi guys. keh, i`ll join.

    Name: Saphira Moonstream
    Age: 13
    Race: Human
    Gender: Female
    Class: Mage (is that okay? if not then warrior)
    Job: Works in Fields
    House: Commoner
    Weapon: Bow and Arrow

    hope we can start soon.
     
    OOC: Well I'm just going to start this off, if anyone wants to join then feel free! I hope that's ok with you tad! ^^

    IC: Exodus sat on a chair in the back of a rundown old pub, the oldest in the metropolis of Menzoberranza. Playing with his wizards' staff he looked cautiously around, in a city full of evil hearted, sinfilled creatures one can't be too cautious with being solo.

    Skilled with both magic and weapons, Exodus only had to fear weapons masters and only the strongest drow wizards. Exodus was indeed a rogue, but made his living off of collecting bounty. Very rarely was he aloud to visit the house in which he was born. Set as an outcast, only loved when he was wanted. But when he was of no use, everyone forgot his existance.

    Exodus cared not for these individuals, the only thing he cared for was the rush of battle, and the thrill of the kill. He lived his life as a killing machine, and wasn't going to give up the only thing that kept him prepared.

    "Get out of here!" Came a rough voice from the entrance of the bar.

    Finishing the musty mug of ale, Exodus slammed the fagile glass onto the wood table, breaking it.

    "Now why would I do that." Exodus said placing a hand, cautiously on his staff, but keeping a calm composure.

    "Cause I told ye too!" The man retorted, as he stepped into the light, revealing that he was a very muscular, and arrogant man.

    "You'll have to make me. I was here first and I see no reason to leave." Exodus said his voice becoming the regular deadliness that everyone expected of him.

    "State you're name drow." The drow warrior cammanded.

    "Exodus...Exodus Con'hunin. And if you know what's good for you, you wouldn't take one more step towards me." Exodus said rising to his feet.

    "Why I ought to teach you a lessen you fool!" The drow stammered as he charged, his broadsword at the ready, wielding it in one hand.

    Unseathing his scimitar, Exodus dodged the blow that was directed at him. And peirced the foe's skin with the needle point of his sword.

    The drow picked the sword out like it was a splinter and casted it aside. Then resumed his charge.

    Drawing his staff, Exodus held it's flat point out a the drow, which made his stop out of instinct.

    Exodus, lightning quick, brought the staff between the enemies legs, and seperated them, and the rested it on the floor directly above the bearly drows crutch, so he could survey the drows reaction. Then bringing it up hard, slamming the drow between the legs.

    The drow knelt down in pain, but didn't collapse like Exodus wanted.

    Exodus then butted the end of his body long staff in the drows face having him stumble backwards, then sidestepping to trip the drow.

    The final blow came when Exodus drove the iron point of his staff directly into the drows heart.

    After the death of a fellow drow, Exodus licked the blook off the point, and tasted it. Spitting on the drows stone cold face, he exclaimed, "Ye aren't even fit to eat!"

    After the simple battle, Exodus stalked out of the bar, pretending like nothing ever happened.
     
    <OOC>Hopefully, RM, our description and my little intro will convey the point.<OOC>

    I stepped gratefully into the pitch-black of the cave Menzoberranzan was built in. Though it had never seen light and millions of tons of granite surrounded the massive cavern, compared to the stale air inside House Mizzrym's stlactite castle, it was delightfully fresh.

    Matron Mother Mizzrym had been keeping me cooped up to trian her pathetic excuses for soldier recently, and though they didn't deserve to even die on the point of my blade (the demonic saber at my waist purred at the thought of killing), I dared not violate the Matron's order and jeopordize my mission. Jarlaxle was not one to cross, even for one of my more than considerable talents.

    I touched the House emblem fastening my piwafwi, an enchanted drow cloak. Immidiately after, I stepped into the this air, falling a foot or so before the innate levitation spell I'd activated took hold. I drifted gently to the ground of the cavern and set off for the Clawrift, a massive canyon that contained Bregan D'Arthe's headquarters. Along the way, I began kicking a few pathetic kobolds for sport, blasting the puny creature's skulls apart with the point of my boot. I laughed as I cleaned the gore from the fine leather, restoring the immaculate state of my dress.
     
    <OOC>No, that's excellent, in fact. You should check out Dissolution, by Richard Lee Byers. It captures more of the side of Menzoberranzan I want to explore in this RP. You did that nicely.<OOC>
     
    OOC: Thanks I was trying to capture at least some of the evilness in my drow friend. I might check that book out when I get done with the ice wind dale trilogy! I tryed to be alittle Salvatory when I did the stuff...although my battle scenes need to be a bit better...at least my english teacher likes my descriptive style...

    As the saying goes, "You are your worst critic." I guess it's true with me, I'm constantly comparing my work to others far more educated than myself at this stage in my life.

    IC: Now traveling the streets of the city, Exodus turned down a dark alley, and then turned up another, well hidden by the darkness of both alleys.

    As Exodus stalked down the alley, growls of what seemed like a Drow, stopped him in his tracks every now and then. Although he tryed to pay the sounds no heed, he couldn't help be keep on his toes as the approaching threat came closer and closer still.

    "Exodus..." The deadly voice came from infront of the lone drow.

    "What do you want Calnipic." Exodus snorted stopping in his tracks letting his white hair rest at his shoulders, although the drow in front of Exodus was no threat. In a world filled with bloodthrusty killers, he was ready to fight when ready. But Calnipic was more skilled than even he, so it would be worthless to even fight unless there came about an gain.

    "The matron wants you to meet with Mil'Inthil Mez'Barris." He replied quietly.

    "As she wishes." Exodus said bowing lowly and then turning to track down Mil'Inthil.
     
    I was at the lip of the Clawrift by now, staring down into a blackness greater than that of the city as a whole. Touching my emblem again, I drifted down to the interdimensional doorway seperating Faerun and Jarlaxle's private offices. Tha barrier looked only inches thick. when I stepped through, however, it was much akin to a short hallway filled with gelatin. When I broke through, I bowed low to my true master, Jarlaxle, leader of the mercenary squad and spy network Bregan D'Arthe. After rising, I flashed in the drow hand-code (mainly to keep the edge of anger out of my voice) Matron Miz'ri isn't pleased. She plans war and wants her warriors trained. This meeting may well compromise my operation. I had to argue for hourse AND take that hag as a lover to get away. Jarlaxle laughed charmingly (he was always charming) and said "My friend, my most trusted lieutenent (which wasn't saying much around this most pragmatic of drow), don't worry about Matron Miz'ri. According to my information, the priestesses have lost their magic." "So" I sneered in reply. "So" he continued, ignoring my tone and leaning over the cherrywood desk (imported at great expense from the Overworld). "So, this is our chance to overthrow the female power structure! To eliminate the matriarchy and have our way! Now, please wait before you return. There's a colleague I wish for you to meet."
     
    I held my sword in front of me, at the ready. It was pointed at the target in front of me. My target stood stock still. I smiled, and lashed out at it, totally missing. I sighed and looked back at the untouched rags filled with straw and tied to a stick. Not a very deadly target, but I always thought it resembled something... something... I don't know what.

    I brought my sword down beside me and looked down at the shining blade. It had a few stains, but none of them were my making. This sword belonged to my dad, who gave it to me. A family airloom, he had recieve it from his father and he from his father and so on. One day if I were to have a son I would give it to him. That was one of the only things that kept me going. My father was gone before he could tell me the swords name. I hoped to one day find out what it was, or make one of my own. That would be amazing, give a sword a name. And perhaps the sword would become famous! And maybe hogs would fly. Ha.

    But for now I was using my lesiure time (not that I had much, mind you) to practice using the sword. My father had also never taught me how to use it, and I couldn't find anyone who would help me. So I was teaching myself. And it wasn't working. I was still as un-taught as an infant. Drags, even a two year-old would swing a sword better than I.

    "Boy! Get in here!"

    I cringed at the sound of his voice. 'He' was the owner of the pub, my boss. Not a very pleasant man, but he was my boss, and the only person who would employ me.

    I stepped inside the pub. "Yessir?"

    "Clean up the table by the window."

    "But sir, I serve the food."

    "You do what I tell you, or there'll be no pay!"

    I sighed. I needed the money, badly, so I took a wet cloth and began wiping the table. Back and forth and around in circles.
     
    "Mil'Inthil, the matron want me to see you." Exodus said coming up slowly behind the two as the conversed. "No doubt she wants me to act as a spy, to make sure you behave yourself."

    "But I have a feeling, knowing you two, you both have something different in mind." He added folding his hands and joining the two drow. "What's the plan, and what's the pay?" This was Exodus' way of doing business, even to his own 'family' members.

    "I've heard the priestesses are losing they're power...there is not a doubt in my mind you two plan a revolt. My only question is...where do I fit in?" He said raising his hand to keep them both from starting to explain, so he could explain that he guessed the plan, he just wanted his role.

    "Am I right in saying you two want to switch the roles of power?" He said his lips curling into a nasty smile. Even though the two drow in front of him were higher in rank, drow males never had a rank higher than each other, they were all lower than dirt. His life wasn't worth much anyway, so he never bothered with using any sort of manners. He'd fight back against females, if he thought them of good sport.
     
    I nodded at the newcomers comment. Small wonder, Miz'ri was impatient, even for a high-ranking matron.

    "Firstly" Jarlaxle said cooly, adressing the both of us, "I want you to visit the Undercity. Exodus, use a bit of magic to make you two look more favorable to the Undercreaatures, but start stirring up some anti-drow sentiment. If we can shock the females enough, toppling the matriarchy becomes much easier." I nodded and did my best not to look repulsed. I would actually have to associate with those foul things?

    The crafty master of Bregan D'Arthe continued, saying "Secondly, start looking for other males for our cause. There's an abandoned stlagmite castle we can meet in, but find others who tire of the females. Dismissed." Jarlaxle turned as I did, to leave. I placed a bit of trust in this Exodus to follow me out and to Narbondyllen, the Undercity of Menzoberranzan.
     
    "I just came from that slum..." Exodus retorted as he turned on his heels and stalked out of the room. "Oh well, it's a place I many a time have called home." He added once he was out. "I know my way around that place like the back of my hand."

    Then he turned to face Mil'Inthil with a smirk of sinister evil. "Stick with me, and you won't get killed. I know the perfect spot to gain the advantage." Exodus remarked as he waited for the weapons masters input.
     
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