Narbondel was, the only way the drow had to mark the passage of time in aworld that otherwise knew no days and no seasons. Crossing hard ground left no damning tracks in the lighted surface world, but nearly all of the creatures of the Underdark possessed infravision, the ability to see in the infrared spectrum. The bugbears broke into a run, turning down an alley strewn with stones and debris. The weapon master took up one of his adamantite swords, a drow weapon magically crafted and unbelievably sharp with the edge of killing dweomers. Dinin dismounted, leaving his lizard clinging comfortably to a wall at his chest level. he knew they were thinking.
Briza offered him a final salute and motioned her servant away. Of course, RP fighting and insulting and stuff like that is always allowed; this IS Menzoberranzan, the city of the Drow. 2007-04-28 [Ssapzyne Del'Armgo]: *blinks* ok... 2007-04-30 [zankou]: where did {jinifuru} come from?
Normally Dinin would not have left the city alone, the world of the Underdark was too dangerous for solo treks, even for a drow elf. he wondered. Dinin retrieved his mount and sped off down the empty corridors, finding an intersecting route that would take him in through a different entrance to the city proper. Flanking her in their places of honor were her three daughters, Maya, Vierna, and the eldest, Briza, a newly ordained high priestess of Lloth. Knowing their restrictions as slaves, they took care not to look Dinin in the eye. Briza drew her wand slowly, beginning the chant that would activate the device. Dinin took comfort in the calmness of his mother's face, quite the opposite of the shining white-hot faces of his three sisters. The secondboy knew his place well enough by her measure and he followed her commands fearlessly and without question. "We go before Narbondel finds its morning glow!" The compound was plain and somewhat bare, as was the section of wall, with the notable exception of the mithril-and-adamantite balcony running along the second level, by the arched doorway reserved for the nobility of the family. Since he had entered this conspiracy, the wizard had feared that his impatience might cost him his life. The stranger remained in the customary posture of a master of the drow Academy, his arms out before him and bent at the elbows, his hands tight together, one on top of the other in front of his chest. His anger sated, he moved off again, picking a more careful route through the heat shadows. This day was different, though. A living current of air. It was the audience hall of the high priestesses, the anteroom to House Do'Urden's grand chapel. Drow nobles needed no stairs, another manifestation of their innate magical abilities allowed them the power of levitation. "In accord with custom" Briza glowered and the red of her eyes brightened. Zak spotted Briza's handiwork first, an approaching current of air, yellow-tinted and warmer than the normal air of the cavern. Dinin would have paid them no heed anyway. Briza smiled evilly and rubbed her slender hands together. "Only a master may walk out of house in Tier Breche in Beyond the archway, twin statues of gigantic spiders sat in quiet defense. Dinin took a deep breath and gingerly stepped to the archway. As always, though, good judgment kept Zak's practiced hand in its place.
The cubby of the Academy was narrow, holding only the three structures that comprised the drow school: Arach Tinilith, the spider-shaped school of Lloth, Sorcere, the gracefully curving, many-spired tower of wizardry, and Melee Magthere, the somewhat plain pyramidal structure where male fighters learned their trade. How thoughtful of Matron Malice to leave all of House DeVir's clerics to him! Tier Breche was the highest point on the floor of the two-mile cavern, affording a panoramic view to the rest of Menzoberranzan.
The giant hairy goblin things paused a moment to consider the drow, then moved slowly but purposefully out of his way. As with all the drow houses, the insignia of House Do'Urden held several magical dweomers, one of which gave family members absolute control over the house pets. Dinin had to be certain that no unfriendly drow eyes marked his passage. When you arrive near the underground city, you will meet Vierna Do’Urden, who has been sent by Matron Mother Baenre to find someone, or something to aid House Baenre. i had no idea they were makeing one....damn my state of misinformation....lol, 2007-11-23 [Linn Scarlett]: Drizzt is overrated! "All is ready" he said to her. Foot-falls left heat residue that could easily be tracked if they fol- The handles were adamantite and ordinary enough, but the whips' lengths and multiple heads were living serpents. 2007-06-17 [Ssapzyne Del'Armgo]: I'm still here... just relaxing.
The wizard was even now at the base, Dinin reasoned, ready to begin the cycle anew. If an enemy crossed through, the spiders would animate and attack, and alarms would be sounded all throughout the Academy. Heat patterns from various fissures and hot springs swirled about the entire cavern. "House DeVir huddles within its fence-except for Alton, of course, foolishly attending his studies in Sorcere." Of the twenty thousand dark elves in Menzoberranzan, only a thousand or so were nobles, actually the children of the sixty-seven recognized families of the city. He kicked his lizard to even greater speeds when he again was on the flat and curving avenues between the glowing drow castles. That pose was the only thing about this one that seemed normal to Dinin. Dinin kept a cautious distance, not wanting to set off one of the shriekers and knowing also that other, more deadly wards protected the fortress. Nalfein was the elderboy, and he needed no more competition beyond Dinin within the ranks of House Do'Orden. The drow were proud of the beauty of their designs, and especially ornate columns or perfectly crafted gargoyles were almost always limned in permanent magical lights. Might the pain distract you" The mighty gate of House Do'Orden was the envy of many a drow house, but so soon after viewing the spectacular houses in the mushroom grove, Dinin could only find disappointment when looking upon his own abode.