A soft metallic drumming echoed in the silent tavern from the armored hand as the fingers moved across the table in succession. She looked to her left at the Male who sat beside her dreads drawn back into a ponytail, chiseled jaw and lithe form encased in simple armor. His ashen skin alight from the sconces dotted about the room giving way to an intelligent gaze which soaked in any silent patron gathered around.
"I believe the waters have calmed enough to begin again. I have heard little utterances for those looking to seek my head. I will remain as I am until I am certain there will be no more, even if i have to kill the last one myself."
With her free hand she would grasp the goblet and bring it to her lips, sipping from it casually as her thoughts continued.
"The Jaluk seems to have the same thought as we and he seems to be very intrigued with the idea. I believe he and his troupe could embolden our endeavors further."
Her gaze shifted to a spot in the air as memories drifted into view....
Multitudes of feet hit the deck of a large ship those of various Drow both Male and Female along with various Orcs and other known Non-Drow creatures. Cycles pass as the ship still drifts along the waters, sails spread out high with a Symbol emblazoned upon them. No movement is seen atop the deck, not a single sound heard there is but a complete stillness.
Below deck continues the silence except for the soft padding of light footsteps which move about. A single shadow can be seen dragging the final body of a female past a multitude of others to rest against the wall nearest the stairs to the top deck. It places it's hand on a large chain, testing it's strength. Time continues on as the single shadow creates small holes in the bottom of the ship, the water they traveled on now seeping into the hull.
The female shifts slightly and bolts upright water sloshing at her movements her clothing soaked through from her waist down. She scrambles up to her feet and rushes up to the top deck cupping her hands about her mouth to shout out orders; though she is welcome with the sound of wood creaking against the water. The female would return below deck pushing into the knee high water only to find her Kin chained up and asleep.
"Wake up you fo-"
She began to shout only to be struck from behind rendering her unconscious. A couple stirred though they were greeted with confusion which turned into anger as they found themselves awakening to chain, and a soon watery grave. The single moving shadow picked up the female he rendered unconscious and left the confines of the ship leaving her Kin to their apparent fate.
As the memory melded back to reality her lips would curl into a smile.
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She stepped in through a doorway of cavern walls which surrounded her completely a large hole in the middle giving little room on any side to move about. She would move to lean against a wall her gaze shifting to the darkness below.
"Curious....the Que'llar Dev'lin have captured a human from above, as a few of the Females attempted to show their....dominance by beating it left and right. A sad showing..."She added, her hand moving to grasp the hilt of her morningstar.
"I attained some information from it, I will need to know if it is true though. It spoke of a possible attempt to make an assassination upon their Ilharess, not the current temporary holder, by this so called Phoenix Company, he stated Key Members but only gave a rendition of the Ilharess' name.
Unfortunately Draya gave way that the name was the Ilharess' so I could not press further if the Human actually knew."
She rose her gaze from the dark abyss and turned her head to the left looking at the Male beside her.
"Find this truth out for me, if it is perhaps I can make my way in to the Dev'lin Que'llar, and if it is not perhaps the same outcome intended can still be with given correct information...
Also it seems there is a Cult of the Dragon Queen forming above, he mentioned intent to remove all gods. A threat to the Dark Seldarine is not one to take lightly. He spoke of a Priest who only named himself such in his exchange to the Dev'lins, this Half Orc Priest wore a Blue and Black suit of armor, along with the Dragon Queen's symbol.
It's name will be required and what ties it has leading back to this Cult found."
She drummed her armored fingers against the side of her leg.
"I have come across another Jaluk who I may bring into the fold, I believe he may be of use, seeing as the discombobulated group I came upon before has not been seen by my eyes at least, forward progress will need to be made in another manner."
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Her hand touched the gate of the Dev'lin Que'llar the metal bars swinging wide to gain her entry as it had before, her eyes scanning the area before her before falling on the empty posts. She glanced to the guards outside of the building itself as she made her way for the second gate, she would peer over to the guards as she placed her hand on the gate and pushed it open for her entrance. She spoke to the guards as she made her way over to the post.
"I presume she took her pet inside finally or allowed a final breath to escape?"The guard most near gave a shake of his head causing Radrilla to raise a single white brow as she skirted around the post running a single hand along the wood.
"Escaped?"The guard gave a single nod in confirmation."Mm..curious as to how.."She stopped in her perusal of the post a small piece of paper catching her eye, quite hidden though with seeming intent to be found. She would remove it from its recesses and open the small letter."Interesting..."She mused as she read the contents within. Folding up the paper and slipping it away into a pouch she would stride over to the first gate leaving it and would turn towards the guards.
"Inform your current Ilharess that I, Nediira Hunt'lar, have need to speak with her."With that she would turn abruptly striding for the initial gate and departing.
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A step out of the cavern to Sshamath and she was met by a large group of 'merchants' as they deemed to call themselves while using the term Matron at the same time as if the two coincided. The slim balanced blade was already free and in her grasp as she had intent to dispatch some of the rothe deeper in the caverns. The large group before her all decorated with different manner of weapons and wards did not give her a sense of unease, though she was well aware it would be a foolish venture to attempt to put them down by herself, Illythiiri or not, she was no fool. With yet having given voice to their statements they moved about her into Sshamath a glance to the uninterested guards caused her to frown slightly behind the mask that adorned her face.
A few moments pass and she soon enough followed after the group intent to have a keen eye upon them. Such large groups did not go unnoticed, especially of an odd assortment.
Has the group lingered in search of information about a slave caravan she remained mostly silent as they went about their way. Others in their group giving way to who they were while the Jalil Slave Master in Sshamath of all places mentioned they were surfacers. A simple glance to her left at the Jaluk who stood with her as they knowingly pieced a few instances together.
One of their group had a keen interest on keeping an eye on her as she observed them going about their 'business'. After informing the ilbith she could rectify her assistance with remaining mute by removal of tongue a small blade was in hand as she tapped it against the metal of her armor, a soft tinging sound heard.
The group eventually was seemingly done with the area as they seemed to travel below only to find something above....the intelligence behind that seemd rather lacking to her. They departed and the Yathrin finished up her own business her business before stepping back up into the caverns above, set on seeking a few rothe once more only to come behind the group.
A single raise of a white brow at the sight, the group seemed to be prepping for something that impeded their intent on the other side. She remained back before noticing the blue masked and robed Ilbith. He resembled a piece of parchment she had seen, with a few steps forward she relinquished the parchment and held it behind her back for the man to see. A few words were shared between the two, before the group he traveled with continued further into the cavern.
Between that an Orc had arrived making statements of removing the group she gave a shrug and flicked a hand forwards.
"As you please, return with word."
Of the group a few names were recognizable and one of them resembled an escapee under the Dev'lin grip, though she was not completely sure as it was oft turned away from her. With nothing further and no scraps left of the group she headed down a different path further in the darkness.
