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Last evening, Grizlan, the Viper Clan’s contracted blacksmith, rushed in to the bank as he usually does. Unloading his day’s work into his vault, he glanced around the bank, checking for pickpockets. Afterall, if he lost any of his ingots, Master Orochi would cut his pay. Something unusual was in the air, though. He sensed a certain tension in the air as several shrouded figures were entering the bank and leaving at regular intervals. In the past few days, he had noticed more of them. He never trusted elves, and especially not the ones from the underdark.

What are these dark skinned elves up to? he thought to himself, going about his business with the dutiful bank warden.

As he left the bank to get something to eat from the tavern, a drow moved under the lamp post, staring him down.
“Can I help you, dark one?” he said to the figure
“Soon… you surfacers will bow to our will.” the figure replied
With a scoff, the blacksmith walks slowly, laughing the threat off. “Good luck, laddy.”

After his repast, he returned to the clan enclave to leave his invoice with the guild. Orochi, who was normally washing gargoyle blood off his armor, was kneeling in the main hall, looking over the ancient scroll which usually hangs on the wall at the back of the assembly hall.

“Oh, hello sir, I did not expect you to be upstairs. I have your bill, I’ll just leave it on the desk.”
Orochi looks up slowly, hearing a tremble in the usually stoic blacksmith’s voice. “What did you see?” the serpentine tiefling asks.
“Uhm… well, there has a lot of those uh… drow in town lately. More than usual, sir.”
“I’ve had reports from our scouts that they are mobilizing for something. They’ve spent more time engaging in war games and less time indulging themselves in their usual hedonistic activities.”
The smith took a swig from his flask, rolling his eyes. Oh great, just when I find a steady job.

Grizlan turned and left, forgoing goodbyes, as was usual amongst the Vipers. “Well, atleast a war will mean a better market for arms” the smith chuckled to himself, heading back to his quarters.

Meanwhile, Orochi rose and went to the roof. He attached small rolls of paper to several birds. Carrier pigeons. They knew where to go. And soon, so would the agents of the Viper Clan. War, to them, is a business… and the early bird always gets the biggest worm.

The man’s eyes chisled into her like ice picks. At that moment, she knew there was no amount of talking she could do.
He was not swayed by her appeasing smile and willingness to be kind to a misplaced, misunderstood man.
This made her uncomfortable, and a bit of fear burbled up her spine. She closed her bankbox, and slid it back to the banker, with a small note attached. The banker has done her plenty of favors in the past, and this one he’ll do as well.
“Seeking a guard to defend me to the death.” the note stated.

Not long after she left the bank, in quite a rush at that, she bumped into a scraggly elven man who nervously approached her. His clothes were torn and hair was a frizzled mess. “M…Miss Vel?” he asked.
“Ackh! Look at you! Let me help!” she replied, and swiftly took him to a clothier to make him more presentable. Old habits die hard.
While dressing, he stated to her that his blade was hers. Apparently word travels quick! It’s only right, as she has defended the banker’s pride many times in the past. She is owed.

“Good! But you’ll need a belt, and do something with that hair!” she growls. She was used to taking the outcasts of society and dressing them up for her employment. Now that she fired her right hand man Tully, she will need another to walk in his place. And the only thing that would make him remotely trustworthy is if he looked more noble…a tip she’s learned that works. “I must rest, you can stay at the inn tonight. My need for you will come the morrow.”

“Yes, Miss Vel.” the elven man replied. Not wasting time, he went right away to create a pleasing appearance for her.

Looking over her shoulder, she proceeded back to her Varstaad Mansion. She locked all the doors securely, and proceeded to her dining hall. Stopping herself in her tracks, she now realized something. Would she have to bring her guard to the wedding? What would Jorge think? She would have to come up with some ellaborate explanation if that time came. Who knows, by then, she may no longer be in need of a cut-throat. Anyway, her reasons for having one could be labeled as paranoia. And she can’t have such a title slapped on her reputation.

Kairi pulls open her wardrobe and throws on a silken nightgown. She blows out the candles that light her bedroom, and pulls herself into bed. Resting her head against her pillow, she unsuccessfully attempts to dream. Instead, a million possible stories run through her head, a million possible explanations, for everything. It’s always good to be prepared for the next question. Time to hide, again.

House doors and keysEmote faint – you stay down until you moveEmote lay down – soundless version of faint.others stuff for specific staff uses.

Rules are made to be broken
Therefore Lloth has no rule
She already rules

Many souls, buried away six feet under, are rich in memories and knowledge of the past. Necormancers know this well, so do the children of Fear itself, who live alongside the entrance towards hell.

Iimylene – a maiden of soul harvest, a servant to a deity of Fear – held no expectation from this new heat space, for not having its own version of an Underdark. If no Underdark, there must be its own version of hell, dungeon, tomb, an underground world, where the plateaus of earth separate any realms between a world that sunlight can reach, and a world that darkness must hide. She must find this universal constant here, before her meaning of existence as a drow, melts away in the sunlight.

Despite her universal belief, there is something different in the new heat space. For instance, demonic offsprings walk among the central town of peace, living a normal mortal life among mortals. This Rivvan and half-demon, half-Rivvan friend, approached Iimylene just after she covered a dirt hole in front of the Black Market.

“Hey look, what’s happening there…?” The Rivvan spoke, with smell of ale from ten steps away. The demonic Rivvan was more drunk than the Rivvan, and was easier to distract with more alcohol.

“Good to see you again. Fancy more drinks?” Iimylene produced a bottle of cheap wine, emphasising its cheap quality, and yet it was enough to divert their attention.

“Got any dice? This would be the perfect time for some dice game.” The demonic Rivvan slurred.

“If you can locate the Underdark, where I came from, you can find a hundred-sided die.”

“Really? We must go there. Would you have weed there too?” The slightly smarter Rivvan questioned.

“Of course, but you know there’s a herbalist in Narrowhaven who can help you out with that right?” Iimylene pointed southwest. “In fact, if you think the local herbalist’s stock does not give you enough ‘oomph’… There’s much better stuff to be found just outside the west walls. I’ll take you there.”

“Well what are we waiting for!”

They moved all the way from Black Market to the herbalist hut in west Narrowhaven, where Iimylene parted and left them to their fate with the whipping vines outside.

Outside Black Market, when no one was around, something narrow and bony disturbed the soil. What seemed like fingers swiftly clawed its way from the bottom, grabbed an item that was only shallowly buried on the surface, then sunk back into the depths along with the buried item.

Nothing happened here then, or to Iimylene, she might have to wait some more days to find her alternate home.

Lance stepped out onto the grass outside his fort and looked out over the sea. Much had happened in the time he had been gone, many of his friends had vanished, his wife included. He sighed to himself, as he could feel the darkness inside him taking over, he was slowly slipping, and he knew it. After several moments more of staring out to sea, he put his helmet on saying to himself, “I guess I better start searching….”

It was that afternoon when he recalled into Narrowhaven, the town seemed on edge about something as he looked around the town through his helmet. As he walked towards the bank he saw in the distance a familiar person, Kairi Vel. As he walked past her she gasped and said “Lance? is that really you?”. Turning his head to face her, “It is indeed, my journey is over”. She replied saying, “Many had though you dead, but I knew you would return. Right in time too, there has been orcs sighted sailing towards Narrowhaven.” Turning to face her , “I will be prepared”. “I have things that require my attention, so I will leave you to prepare, it was good seeing you Lance”, she replied as she turned and walked away. He sighed as he walked towards the bank, thinking to himself, One last time…. As he was putting some things in his bank box, he heard a guardsman cry “Orcs at the docks! To Arms!”, hurriedly he handed his bank box to Warner and ran out the door running towards the dock, fading into the shadows as he uttered a cloaking spell.
Upon reaching the docks, he noticed several familiar faces among the defenders, namely Engale Strace, and Jade Nightblade. Quietly he unfolded his spear and walked slowly to join the defenders as the orcs landed…

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