Menzoberranzan: Insurrection

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I replied with a smirk of my own. An idea was in my head, one that if it worked would further both our new cause and my own pleasure. I said "Very well, we'll see. But my Claw has a bit of an appitite. Can you disguise me as Berg'Inyon Baenre?"
 
I walked away from the pub, happy that work was done for the day. Although I only had about 5 hours to sleep and get to work on time tomorrow.

Today I decided I would take a walk instead of going straight home. Today I had remembered my sword. I hoped I could protect myself if I saw anything.

OOC- well, I'm out of ideas (it's too late 4 me!) so I'll end it there. I know it's short...
 
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<OOC>Well, just one thing, technically Menzoberranzan is sevral miles underground, in a massive cave network called the Underdark. Kinda hard to have good weather or ANY weather underground.<OOC>
 
<OOC>They don't. There's a few magical lights, but not really enough to see effectively by. The drow have evolved into creature that live in the dark, though, and have the ability to see in the infared spectrum. That's the vision they use most of the time.<OOC>
 
"Already want to abuse my powers, weapon master?" He said chuckling bitterly. "Yes I could do that, very simple incantation, if you know how to do it. My best attribute in magic is as an illusionist, I'll have you know." He said with another smirk, boasting about his powers.

Exodus, who had lived 351 years under drow rule, knew the ins and outs and what he was aloud and not aloud to do. Boasting could cause him his life...if he couldn't prove the boast true. And Exodus, who was always on the cocky side, never once overestimated his magical power, and if he said he could do something, than he could.

Entering the undercity, Exodus guided Mil'Inthil to the place, where the only intellegent, or half intellegent beings gathered to council themselves. "They call themselves the council of theives. Basically what they are. But aren't we all?" Exodus said revealing some of his Philisophical side.

"Greetings Calhun." Exodus greeted, an hidious drow. His face was scared and he was missing an eye, his white hair was long gone, as with his teeth.

"What can we do for you?" Calhun stated, in a too friendly voice, but the undercity was completely different than the city. More drow dependant on each other for survival in the harsh conditions, and many of them were true friends, not something you find in the main city, ever.

"Yes me and Berg'Inyon Baenre would like to have a word with you." He said stepping to the side to reveal that the drow was standing behind him. Exodus had transformed the weapons master right before Calhun had greeted them.

Exodus then waited for Mil'Inthil to speak his mind, and do his part of the plan. As far as Exodus was concern, he was free to go as he pleased, cause his mission was to get the undercity together, and let the weapons master do the talking.
 
"Alright," I began, imitating the cocky swagger I'd seen the Baenre weapons master use so much. I continued "What do you think the Undercreatures would do if they knew the priestesses had lost their magic." This excuse for a drow disgusted me, one rised among the nobility. Alas, this mission was too important to delagate. I was already sure I knew the answer, but I wanted to make sure.

The old creature responded "They'd revolt, I'm sure. If they knew they would have some support." I grinned wickedly at the thought, made a brief farewell and strode off to engender a bit of revolutionary sentiment in the masses of thralls that crowded every filthy inch of Narbondyellen. Besides, I wanted a bit f fun. Drawing Charon's Claw and my dagger, I slew the first creature I came across, an old, sacarred orc. Such hunts were common and no one paid me a mind. for now.
 
Exodus snapped his fingers once the conference was over, Mil'Inthil returned to his normal self. He stopped in his tracks, putting a hand on his scimitar, Exodus was going to make sure that the weapons master had his eyes on him.

"What's my payment?" Exodus said bluntly. "I played bodyguard, and made sure that you didn't get killed. What will be my payment, if the control flips into the males hands? What's my fair share?" Exodus would force an answer from Mil'Inthil if he had to. he wanted to know his payment, cause if he wasn't getting a fair proportion, he'd do exactly what the Matron wanted him to do. Spy. He'd go directly to the Matron and tell her all about the upheaval, if he didn't think he wasn't going to get a fair share.

"So, say this whole thing is successful, and I loan my services fully to you, what will be my payment?" He pressed again. This was the only thing he cared for, he'd way their price against the Matron's price and determine which was better. Of course he knew, that sticking with Mil'Inthil would pay off the best, he just wanted to make sure. Exodus was never the reckless kind.
 
OCC: I think I'll join this. ^^ I was invited by TAD. Sorry for my late post.

Name: Kleo
Age: 16
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Class: Archer
Job: Kleo doesnt really have a job, but wanders around offering help to those who need it.
House: Commoner
Weapon: A bow and arrow, and she uses the power of wind, which makes her a very gifted human.
Description: Kleo has waist length brown hair, and blue eyes. She usually wears brown leather pants and vest. Just by looking at this young girl you would think she is a weakling, and a disgrace to her human kind. But if you were to fight her, you would think differently.
Personality: This young girl very serious, and gets mad fairly easily. She can be nice, but you would have to catch her on a good mood.
 
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"Firstly, free reign" I responded, followimg a logical course of reasoning. I added as an extra carrot or two "Secondly, as things stand now, you'd be Patron of the third house. Finally, a chance for chaos, slaughter and treasure."

I'd stopped my killings for now to better converse with Exodus. I took a sharp turn into a side alley, heading for an underground "bar" by the name of "Exile's Nest." The outside of the place looked seedy and run down, as one would expect from the name. I rapped on the door, a peephoe slid open and I entered into opulance. I motioned to exodus, flashing silently If we can't find a few revolutionaries here, we won't anywhere.
 
Kleo aimed her arrow straigt for the man she was supposed to kill...or capture. Kleo prefered kill for she wasnt exactly in the mood to spare someones life.
He cant run forever... she though, watching the man slow down. Kleo pulled on her bow, ready to shoot her arrow. Once the man slowed to a fast walk, and assumed Kleo was gone, she let go, sending the arrow right into the mans back. The man fell down, and Kleo smirked. Another theif down, and 3 more gold coins for her.

Kleo lowered her bow and headed back to the small village, leaving the lifeless body for the vultures to pick at. Back at the village, she recieved her coins.
"Pleasure to be at service..." Kleo said, tucking the coins in her pocket. "Call me if you need me again".
"Thank you so much." said a women. "Is there anything else we can do to repay you?"
"Not really..." Kleo replied, even though there was many things the women could of done. The young archer walked out of the small cabin, and sat down against the wall. What was there to do now?
 
"Rather enjoy the killing bit of it, but free reign sounds nice too." Exodus muttered to himself weighing the pros and cons. "Fine I'll lend all my services to you. Only if I get everything you've mentioned." Exodus said as he followed Mil' Inthil.

Following Mil'Inthil into the bar, he stopped and waited for instructions.
 
Exile's Nest was far more han the sava boards scattered about the room and extensive selection of drinks suggested. More than that, it was a brothel where pent-up males could take out their aggressions on captured females and the best underground information exchange in the city. "Talk to any male in here. The fresher the wound, the better" I whispered to exodus, walking up to the barkeep alone and ordering a flute of ale, imported from the surface.
 
Kleo finally stood up and looked around her. She, like always, had no clue where she was. But one thing caught her eye. It looked to be a rather large village in the distance.
I think I've found my new destination...the young girl thought, picking up her bag from the ground and throwing it over her shoulder.

It didnt seem long before Kleo reached the city. It was quite dark, darker then the small village she had previously been to that is. This city gave her a nervous feeling; a feeling that told her that maybe she shouldnt be there. Kleo tried to shrug it off, and headed into a pub. She tried her hardest to avoid the stares of drows and humans alike. She quickly sat down at a table far away from everyone else, and pulled a map from her bag. She carefully spread it across the table, and examined it.
 
OOC: Drow only live in complete darkness. And each city of drow is a huge metropolis, I think Menzoberranza is the smallest or something like that, correct me if I'm wrong TAD. So the only way humans could see down in the underdark is through infared vision. And the ability to survive against a drow. Just to let you know LP.

IC: "Right." Exodus said walking off to a table of drow warriors.

"Did you hear about the resistance group of male drow yet?" Exodus said sitting down with them.

"You heard about them too, aye?" One answered looking at Exodus with interest.

"So have I." The other 3 said chuckling. "Bunch of morons the lot of them are, do they really think they can overthrow the hierarchy?"

"It's possible, the females are losing power, and if we all strike at the right time, we could." Exodus said confidently.

"Yeah right, that's a lonacris idea. Drow like you are stupid if you think you can do that, even if they are we." They all said.

"Well..." Exodus sighed. "I guess you'll be of no further service then..." He got up from the table and put his hand out in front of the group, and closing his eyes.

Opening his eyes again, which were ingulped in a purple glow. His finger tips shot out lightning at each drow, killing them on impact.

"Why I ought to!" A voice came from behind Exodus.

Swinging around as he got his staff out just in time to block a broadsword from cutting through his body, Exodus, broke through the drows mind defenses, sending him crimpled to the ground. "I've tryed reasoning."

Flinging his left arm in an arch to the side, all the doors and windows shut. Making sure to sound proof the exterior of the building he continued, "No one will make it out of here alive if they don't join the resistance!"

Exodus stood there, like a civilized being in the middle of a bunch of tyrants. Exodus held himself proper, and his expression was one of extreme seriousness, meaning everything he meant. He would kill everybody in the building, if they didn't agree to join, even though it would take a huge chunk of stamina from him, he was capable of doing it. He would adventually regain his energy so he wasn't worried about doing the daunting task.
 
"Calm down" I snapped, bearing a bit of Charon's flaming black blade as I continued "All of you!" Dropping my Claw back into the sheath, I continued in a dangerous voice "Are you doubting the word of Bregan D'Arthe? I would have thought that our reputation alone would have made that seem very, VERY dangerous."

I was severly angered by now, the outburst had ruined a decent enough conversation with the barkeep. "Now" I added, quietly but audible nonetheless. "If you require proof, I suppose I'll have to attack a patrol from Arach-Tillinth. Will that do for you lot of fools? Or are you convinced already?" Judging by their faces, the answer was now.

Nevertheless, a bit of goodwill never hurt anybody. I slid a small sack of gold to the propriator of the place, a male by the name of Lilinth. The amount was enough to pay for a night with one of the Nest's girls for every customer in the place. I whispered "enjoy yourselves" as I headed for the stairs myself.
 
"I can't even have a bit of fun." Exodus whispered to himself.

He settled back down, and sat at the bar counter. Ordering a nice sized pint of ale, he sipped it absentmindedly while he muttered to himself, "When does the action start?"

Finishing the pint, Exodus thought of starting a good ol' fashion bar fight just for the heck of it. But then thought twice, and thought it wouldn't be good if people wanted to join the resistance.
 
<OOC>Vairous places within the city, having our own various adventures.<OOC>

Down in the basement, there were a variety of small rooms, each containing a captued female. I myself went to the one I knew best, containing a former priestess of Barrison del'Armgo. She was one of my best sources of information.
 
ooc: okay, i`ll just start.

"Hey ,Saphira! You done yet?" Saphira looked up. It was that new boy, Kal. He still had a lot of Brumbleweed to pick. Saphira nodded.

"Yeah. Why?" She already knew, but still wondered how he got her name.

"Well, err.... I was wonderin` if, uhh, you could kinda help me?" Kal said looking everywhere but at her.

Saphira glanced at her full basket, which lay on the ground at her feet filled to the top with Brubleweed. She looked over her shoulder at the small house that was about half a mile away, where her master lived.

"Alright...." She said looking back at Kal. "As long as Mr. Harrison doesnt find out." Normally, Saphira wasnt this kind to people, but since he was new, and had just come Saphira was smythetic. "And," She added, "Dont think I`ll help you everytime you fall behind."

"Thanks... And believe me, I wont!" Kal said with a smile, getting back to work. Saphira walked over torwards him.

"So, Saphira..." Said a cold voice from out of nowhere. "Going to help the new slaves again, are you?" It was Mr. Harrison. Saphira rolled her eyes. She could see another beating in the near future.
 
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