Going Down
Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 10:21 pm
\\ This is not meant to be a journal. This is the write-up to the RP Maya accidentally visited upon Doron Amar. Feel free to post your character's perspectives and or actions if you were a part of it, or somehow affected. Or don't 
I didn't want to transcribe everything as that would be way too much work :p Sorry for the lack of structure and organization, it was really hectic for me though! \\
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She understood the warnings. Do not get cought. She knew her life to be forfeit if she ever was. Maya wondered how they did it . . . She knew Teu-tel-quessir to have more ashen complexion than she did, so again, the question repeated in her head. How did they find me?
She'd been in the Gate hardly a day. Maya chose to stutter in the common tongue to help hide her accent. She thought she'd chosen her disguise well. Rather than draw attention to herself by completely obscuring her features, Maya merely decided to assume the role of the lost, scared fresh-off-the boat elf. Indeed, she didn't have any difficulty playing the role for aside from being what she was, she was indeed all those things. But she knew she had to blend in, if she were to survive.
Maya did not stay in the city long, no matter how much she wanted to. Life in the Promenade had always made her curious what life was like above, to be in the bustle and chaos of city life. Baldur's Gate was not Waterdeep, but it was still foreign to her. Exciting. So many people in one place! Not at all like the cloister she was raised in. She was about to leave it all, she knew that. She just needed to get past the Chionthar Bridge. Until an odd man took interest in her. Des'mond Lyonseph . . . or to her, just Des'mond. Shocked at his initial literal appearance (which was that, of one with lightning coming out of their heads), Maya was warmed by the seemingly kind young man, who was just at the start of his own adventuring career. They attended a tournament together, unbeknownst to Maya, to be observed by an elf with some of the keenest eyes around . . . The set of her jaw, the way she spoke, the fraction of a centimeter her eyes flinched when touched by the sun . . . she never knew she'd been outed by day one.
Bound at the wrists, blindfolded, Maya never knew where she was the entire time. She never laid her eyes upon Doron Amar. But nevertheless her blood did spill there.
"I have the dhaerow," said Laisren, leading Maya firmly by the wrist though, surprisingly, without discomfort. She never made a motion to remove her blindfold, never tried to run. She trusted the elf's words, unaware of just how reviled she truly was.
"You brought that here?" said Tomanlor. Hands hovered over their weapons. Such was the reputation of a monster.
"She is bound, and does not possess any means of defense," Laisren paused, observing those gathered. "She is under the Mathora's watch."
"Why? Tell me there is a good story here," said the headmaster and councilor Rhys, critically.
"One of us may explain, if you wish so, Councilor," Silias stepped around Laisren and Maya, joining her fellow People. Sjinn stayed behind, ready for anything. Unbeknownst to her, Maya had just become a wrench tossed into the machine. From behind, Luthien already had her blade out. The glare in her eyes was just a glimpse of the barely contained fury she felt as she laid her eyes upon the drow woman.
After the situation had relaxed a breath, Maya was lead to a bench where she was to answer a few questions. Once again, Laisren stated the importance of answering truthfully, and to the best of her knowledge. The elven woman was bewildered at the situation, not understanding what information she would even have for the elves but once again, she said she would do her best. Maya tried to be as respectful as she could, fighting her drow impulses to be 'witty.' Indeed, she still remembered how fearfully the high priestess Silias made her feel, the very silence she gave Maya after her voice took a tone of combativeness enough to silence her to meekness once again.
Silias casually regarded the drow who was too scared to even look her in the eye, lifting her chin gently with a finger. Maya's eyes were forced to lock onto the smouldering furies of Silias's, unable to look away as she sensed the volcanic danger within. It was not the threat that scared her . . . it was how well she controlled it. Two fingers, gently lifting her chin. Maya would have been unable to resist had Silias gave into impulse and snapped her neck.
Luthien's voice stuck out in her head, though of course, she never did see who it was. "Alright, let's hear the wh*** before gauging out her eyes." Her verbal assaults would echo for the rest of Maya's life that day, a voice she would come to fear as Luthien feared her.
Sjinn started the talks about her. "She is not from the Underdark. . . or so she says. It's unlikely anyone will try and trace her."
"She states she hails from Waterdeep."
Nëa and Mealir took particular interest in that.
"She can say a lot," said Laya. And indeed, Maya thought. She was taught that no one would believe her, if she were cought. She did not even try to defend herself, what would be the point? Her words would never be taken at truth at face value, so she kept them to herself.
"Good, so we have less things to worry about. Let's kill this b****, the slow and painful way."
"She hasn't killed ours from what I gather? We don't lower ourselves to the drow, we make it quick," Tyressen said, forcing Luthien to restrain herself once more.
The clamor however, refused to stop. Rhys had had enough.
"All this arguing is not helping," he said, and Silias also repeated everyone to be silent. When they had done so, "Now then, drow, tell us why we should not follow the orders of the black archer?"
Maya had already felt resigned to her fate. She looked up in general to where Rhys's voice came from, "Nothing is stopping you . . . I was told of the risks."
Luthien once again uttered something to make Maya cringe.
"Then why is it you come to this land?"
"The . . . I am here to bring the Dark Maiden's presence to my kin, in this region."
"And who is your Dark Maiden, so none can be confused?"
Pouting a little at the futility she felt, "What difference would it make? Can truth ever come out of my mouth?"
"Well you can spend the rest of your life as a chicken."
Maya was completely unprepared for the Councilor's threat. "W-what?" she would stutter, in elven.
Laisren whispered to her again, imploring her. Tell them!
"I can only answer what they ask . . . anymore, and I would be lying."
"Then I ask, what did you see?"
"After the battle in the City of Dark Weavings, my kin will need to rebuild, in one way, or another. The Queen of Spiders will have a chance to regain a foothold . . . If they win, if they lose. She will still come for her City."
All knew what city she talked about. They also knew the Queen of Spiders held no sway there. Tyressen summed up their thoughts, "I see, then, another lie."
They kept up the drill of questioning, more or less denouncing her every word as the lies they ought to be, quickly coming to conclude on the little that she knew. Her dreams had set her upon a path, but as with all dreams, much was up to interpretation and she did not know how to answer them. Indeed, one elf continued to question her about another dream, of Vehlarr. She never knew what they wanted out of her.
The elves continues to argue amongst themselves. They had long exhausted any useful information out of Maya, and were coming to a decision of what to do with her. She had a difficult time following all the voices in all the different dialects. One topic they kept repeating was that they should simply kill her . . . and it was the end she had come to expect, being taken into their city.
"If . . . " she would say, barely loud enough for anyone to hear her. "If I am to die . . . may I ask that it at least be under the eyes of my Goddess . . .?"
Tyressen replied, "Your wish shall be granted." Still blindfolded, she had no idea Tyressen was holding his sword over her neck's delicate nape, and meant to kill her immediately without waiting for the moon to rise. But Rhys was not going to have the drow's blood awashed over his city. He casted a solipsism, sparing Maya from certain death.
"Thank you . . . " she replied, unaware her life had just flashed before her eyes.
"Is that pie?"
"She under no protection, and if shes seen again she will be killed. For the third time, she is to be taken to the Underdark." Maya didn't actually hear this. She was too preoccupied with her final thoughts, thinking their solution was to kill her.
Laisren once again lead her by her wrists, prepared to follow the Councilor's orders. He asked the people he trusted to follow him, and Elethineth volunteer to help as well. But Luthien, having now donned her armor, made a statement. "I will kill her as soon as she leaves [Doron Amar]."
"Why yes, I think I will have a piece of that pie."
"Is the moon out?!" Maya asked worriedly.
"It was full last night . . . it is day now," replied Elethineth.
Maya replied in a very tiny voice, "But I thought I was to die under the moon . . .!"
"Awww," sneered Luthien. "Then wait till Dusk to escort her out. I will kill her then."
Once again, pre-occupied with her thoughts, Maya was unaware of the small mercy Luthien was granting her. She thought her tiniest wish was not to be granted . . . that they would insult her by not letting her have the death she asked for. She was going to die regardless, was she not? Why was she not allowed that one measure of peace? Elethineth wanted to remove her blindfold to look into her eyes, but Laisren cautioned against it. Were it not for the rain drenching it, they might have seen the tears soaking silently onto it.
"Out of the way, Luthien."
"The Councilor ordered her to the Underdark," said Solarina.
"No, the Councilor said that anyone wishing to kill her after she crossed doron will be allowed to do so."
"Move now, or you will be restrained!!!"
"You can't restrain me, Laisren."
"Tyressen, come. Let us wait for the harlot outside Doron."
"Just hurry up Lais," pleaded Mealir.
"What? Ah fark, it's still here,"
Tyressen walked over in the middle of everyone arguing, the steely calm of his training giving him a neutral expression. He never hesitated. He never second-guessed himself. One cut, expertly done. Nape of the neck. Maya never felt anything as her body collapsed into the flowers, her final thoughts of her Goddess. That she'd failed the Dark Maiden.
I didn't want to transcribe everything as that would be way too much work :p Sorry for the lack of structure and organization, it was really hectic for me though! \\--
She understood the warnings. Do not get cought. She knew her life to be forfeit if she ever was. Maya wondered how they did it . . . She knew Teu-tel-quessir to have more ashen complexion than she did, so again, the question repeated in her head. How did they find me?
She'd been in the Gate hardly a day. Maya chose to stutter in the common tongue to help hide her accent. She thought she'd chosen her disguise well. Rather than draw attention to herself by completely obscuring her features, Maya merely decided to assume the role of the lost, scared fresh-off-the boat elf. Indeed, she didn't have any difficulty playing the role for aside from being what she was, she was indeed all those things. But she knew she had to blend in, if she were to survive.
Maya did not stay in the city long, no matter how much she wanted to. Life in the Promenade had always made her curious what life was like above, to be in the bustle and chaos of city life. Baldur's Gate was not Waterdeep, but it was still foreign to her. Exciting. So many people in one place! Not at all like the cloister she was raised in. She was about to leave it all, she knew that. She just needed to get past the Chionthar Bridge. Until an odd man took interest in her. Des'mond Lyonseph . . . or to her, just Des'mond. Shocked at his initial literal appearance (which was that, of one with lightning coming out of their heads), Maya was warmed by the seemingly kind young man, who was just at the start of his own adventuring career. They attended a tournament together, unbeknownst to Maya, to be observed by an elf with some of the keenest eyes around . . . The set of her jaw, the way she spoke, the fraction of a centimeter her eyes flinched when touched by the sun . . . she never knew she'd been outed by day one.
Bound at the wrists, blindfolded, Maya never knew where she was the entire time. She never laid her eyes upon Doron Amar. But nevertheless her blood did spill there.
"I have the dhaerow," said Laisren, leading Maya firmly by the wrist though, surprisingly, without discomfort. She never made a motion to remove her blindfold, never tried to run. She trusted the elf's words, unaware of just how reviled she truly was.
"You brought that here?" said Tomanlor. Hands hovered over their weapons. Such was the reputation of a monster.
"She is bound, and does not possess any means of defense," Laisren paused, observing those gathered. "She is under the Mathora's watch."
"Why? Tell me there is a good story here," said the headmaster and councilor Rhys, critically.
"One of us may explain, if you wish so, Councilor," Silias stepped around Laisren and Maya, joining her fellow People. Sjinn stayed behind, ready for anything. Unbeknownst to her, Maya had just become a wrench tossed into the machine. From behind, Luthien already had her blade out. The glare in her eyes was just a glimpse of the barely contained fury she felt as she laid her eyes upon the drow woman.
After the situation had relaxed a breath, Maya was lead to a bench where she was to answer a few questions. Once again, Laisren stated the importance of answering truthfully, and to the best of her knowledge. The elven woman was bewildered at the situation, not understanding what information she would even have for the elves but once again, she said she would do her best. Maya tried to be as respectful as she could, fighting her drow impulses to be 'witty.' Indeed, she still remembered how fearfully the high priestess Silias made her feel, the very silence she gave Maya after her voice took a tone of combativeness enough to silence her to meekness once again.
Silias casually regarded the drow who was too scared to even look her in the eye, lifting her chin gently with a finger. Maya's eyes were forced to lock onto the smouldering furies of Silias's, unable to look away as she sensed the volcanic danger within. It was not the threat that scared her . . . it was how well she controlled it. Two fingers, gently lifting her chin. Maya would have been unable to resist had Silias gave into impulse and snapped her neck.
Luthien's voice stuck out in her head, though of course, she never did see who it was. "Alright, let's hear the wh*** before gauging out her eyes." Her verbal assaults would echo for the rest of Maya's life that day, a voice she would come to fear as Luthien feared her.
Sjinn started the talks about her. "She is not from the Underdark. . . or so she says. It's unlikely anyone will try and trace her."
"She states she hails from Waterdeep."
Nëa and Mealir took particular interest in that.
"She can say a lot," said Laya. And indeed, Maya thought. She was taught that no one would believe her, if she were cought. She did not even try to defend herself, what would be the point? Her words would never be taken at truth at face value, so she kept them to herself.
"Good, so we have less things to worry about. Let's kill this b****, the slow and painful way."
"She hasn't killed ours from what I gather? We don't lower ourselves to the drow, we make it quick," Tyressen said, forcing Luthien to restrain herself once more.
The clamor however, refused to stop. Rhys had had enough.
"All this arguing is not helping," he said, and Silias also repeated everyone to be silent. When they had done so, "Now then, drow, tell us why we should not follow the orders of the black archer?"
Maya had already felt resigned to her fate. She looked up in general to where Rhys's voice came from, "Nothing is stopping you . . . I was told of the risks."
Luthien once again uttered something to make Maya cringe.
"Then why is it you come to this land?"
"The . . . I am here to bring the Dark Maiden's presence to my kin, in this region."
"And who is your Dark Maiden, so none can be confused?"
Pouting a little at the futility she felt, "What difference would it make? Can truth ever come out of my mouth?"
"Well you can spend the rest of your life as a chicken."
Maya was completely unprepared for the Councilor's threat. "W-what?" she would stutter, in elven.
Laisren whispered to her again, imploring her. Tell them!
"I can only answer what they ask . . . anymore, and I would be lying."
"Then I ask, what did you see?"
"After the battle in the City of Dark Weavings, my kin will need to rebuild, in one way, or another. The Queen of Spiders will have a chance to regain a foothold . . . If they win, if they lose. She will still come for her City."
All knew what city she talked about. They also knew the Queen of Spiders held no sway there. Tyressen summed up their thoughts, "I see, then, another lie."
They kept up the drill of questioning, more or less denouncing her every word as the lies they ought to be, quickly coming to conclude on the little that she knew. Her dreams had set her upon a path, but as with all dreams, much was up to interpretation and she did not know how to answer them. Indeed, one elf continued to question her about another dream, of Vehlarr. She never knew what they wanted out of her.
The elves continues to argue amongst themselves. They had long exhausted any useful information out of Maya, and were coming to a decision of what to do with her. She had a difficult time following all the voices in all the different dialects. One topic they kept repeating was that they should simply kill her . . . and it was the end she had come to expect, being taken into their city.
"If . . . " she would say, barely loud enough for anyone to hear her. "If I am to die . . . may I ask that it at least be under the eyes of my Goddess . . .?"
Tyressen replied, "Your wish shall be granted." Still blindfolded, she had no idea Tyressen was holding his sword over her neck's delicate nape, and meant to kill her immediately without waiting for the moon to rise. But Rhys was not going to have the drow's blood awashed over his city. He casted a solipsism, sparing Maya from certain death.
"Thank you . . . " she replied, unaware her life had just flashed before her eyes.
"Is that pie?"
"She under no protection, and if shes seen again she will be killed. For the third time, she is to be taken to the Underdark." Maya didn't actually hear this. She was too preoccupied with her final thoughts, thinking their solution was to kill her.
Laisren once again lead her by her wrists, prepared to follow the Councilor's orders. He asked the people he trusted to follow him, and Elethineth volunteer to help as well. But Luthien, having now donned her armor, made a statement. "I will kill her as soon as she leaves [Doron Amar]."
"Why yes, I think I will have a piece of that pie."
"Is the moon out?!" Maya asked worriedly.
"It was full last night . . . it is day now," replied Elethineth.
Maya replied in a very tiny voice, "But I thought I was to die under the moon . . .!"
"Awww," sneered Luthien. "Then wait till Dusk to escort her out. I will kill her then."
Once again, pre-occupied with her thoughts, Maya was unaware of the small mercy Luthien was granting her. She thought her tiniest wish was not to be granted . . . that they would insult her by not letting her have the death she asked for. She was going to die regardless, was she not? Why was she not allowed that one measure of peace? Elethineth wanted to remove her blindfold to look into her eyes, but Laisren cautioned against it. Were it not for the rain drenching it, they might have seen the tears soaking silently onto it.
"Out of the way, Luthien."
"The Councilor ordered her to the Underdark," said Solarina.
"No, the Councilor said that anyone wishing to kill her after she crossed doron will be allowed to do so."
"Move now, or you will be restrained!!!"
"You can't restrain me, Laisren."
"Tyressen, come. Let us wait for the harlot outside Doron."
"Just hurry up Lais," pleaded Mealir.
"What? Ah fark, it's still here,"
Tyressen walked over in the middle of everyone arguing, the steely calm of his training giving him a neutral expression. He never hesitated. He never second-guessed himself. One cut, expertly done. Nape of the neck. Maya never felt anything as her body collapsed into the flowers, her final thoughts of her Goddess. That she'd failed the Dark Maiden.