What follows is a fictional account, of the surface cities of Amia uniting, and storming into Ultrinnan to annihilate them. Utterly. This did not happen in Amia, if you couldn't tell by the title, and any and all RP that stemmed from it should be retconned, as, in fact, Ultrinnan is still standing. Underground. But standing nonetheless.

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As night fell over Amia, people all over the island went about their business, both above and below. The Drow were in Ultrinnan, going about the daily business of their lives. The petty politics, the deceit, the carefully planned attempts to seize power for themselves in an ever changing ever chaotic society were the norm for the Underdark. However, the activities on the surface were anything but normal. Cordor. Kohlingen. Brogendenstein. Even Wharftown and Nes'ek. Last, but not least, even Halen himself had authorized the movement of the Tower of Mystra for this mission of grave importance. Tonight, their business was going to be far different. Tonight, they were not going to sleep... tonight, they marched to war, a war that was long overdue.

People of all races, all shapes, all sizes gathered across the various points of Amia. Plans had been made by the affulent leaders across the island. Duke Montgomery d'Cordor acting as a strategist and logistics advisor. The Justicar of Kohlingen training and readying much of the military might. And Prince Khazad of Brogendenstein ensuring that the troops would be wellfed and well supplied by good strong weaponry. Nes'ek and the Salandrans would provide clerics and healing for the mission, and even Wharftown's new advisors, in a show of good faith across the island, provided men to aid the cause. Halen had given his word that the Weave Knights would be supporting, for magical defense and offense. Bendir Dale's few militia, ordered my General/Mayor Nof, spared what they could, ready to show the tallers just what the good ol' Hin were capable of doing. Last, but certainly not the least, Winya's Elven armies marched to war, all of them invigorated by the prospect of the vengeance that had so long been denied to them. The Free People of the surface were marching to war against the Underdark. The time was at hand for a revolution across Amia. No longer would the Drow be free to strike against their island as they wished. Now, it was time to fight back.

Readying themselves for the final assault, each group of soldiers would stand ground at their closest entrance to the Underdark. The Cordor army had marched through the Crags, and arrived at the entrance through the beaches near the Coast, rendezousing with the militia of Bendir Dale, who quickly assimilated themselves into the Duke's army, led by Galverson, and ten of Cordor's most veteran Law Knights. Kohlingen marched through the Quagmires, shoving and displacing the lizardmen out of their way, who quickly yielded to the superior might of the Holy City and the Justicar personally leading the Everguard. They were closely followed by the army of Winyan Elves, who provided ranged support for the almost entirely melee focused army of Kohlingen. They arrived at the caves within, and awaited the order. Brogendenstein, with its army of Dwarves led by Prince Khazad, ready to show what they could do for the first time since the Thay had taken back their mithral, stood readied at the portal in the Wilderness along with the Ruhn monks, awaiting the order to march through the newly attuned portal, once the Mystrans had finished preparing it. Halen personally watched over the Weave Knights as he prepared a teleportation spell to meet the rest of the forces. Wharftown's men would march through the Forest of Despair to meet up with Halen inside the Tower of Mystra. Nes'ek waited near Guldorand while the Salandrans filed in on carts surrounded by their Templar Knights, ready to ultilize some little known side caverns along the route to Nes'ek, to enter the Underdark proper. All they had to do now was wait for the order. They wouldn't wait long.

Inside his Palace, Duke Montgomery, with the aid of Veteran Captain Geyers and Guard Captain Malles, scried on several places in the Underdark. The Duke looked over the Malles and nodded to him somberly, giving him the order. Malles immediately sent out Whispering Winds spells to five distinct locations, all containing the same words: "The time is now. Move all your forces to the designated meetup point." Nearly all of Amia... or more precisely, all *under* Amia, began trembling with the march of footsteps as many, many surfacers began what would likely be the final march of their lives. Almost all of them would probably die in the battle to come, but it would all be worth it to shove back the demonic presence that had lived under their noses, that had ravished their countryside for years now.

Leading their men through tiny corridors, and large fungus filled areas, the smaller denizens of the Underdark fled at their approach, or were cut down by archers and crossbowmen. Soon, the assortment of armies met up at the Underlake, many of them lit up like torches, thanks to the spells of mages to allow them to see in the dark. Hin. Dwarves. Humans. Elves. For a time, all prejudice was set aside, in order to save the lands they held dear. It would be remembered as Amia's finest hour... or perhaps their worst hour, if they failed in the task set before them. The tremendous group of surfacers reflected for a moment, each one of them recieving their orders via an illusion of the Duke Mongomery, informing them all by city what their task would be in the assault on Ultrinnan. Cordor, Wharftown, Kohlingen, Bendir Dale, and Brogendenstein's forces would bear the brunt of the attacks. Winya would stay at the rear and the flanks, providing ranged support for the most part. Salandra and Nes'ek would stay near the rear along with the Mystrans, providing healing and spell support. The melee forces would be rotated as needed and healed by the Salandrans before sent back into the fray. Everything was set for the perfect assault. But as they say... no plan survives contact with the enemy.

Forward the combined arms marched through the Underdark. By no means were they quiet... They didn't need to be. They were an assault force, and invasion force... an annihilation force. Ultrinnan's scouts had seen the forces assembling, and had sounded the alarm in Ultrinnan. They knew the surfacers were coming, and Lolth be damned if they were going to take their city. Mages and archers assembled on the walls, with the mages driving forward a few wyrmlings, ready to beset the first men to pop through the cave's heavy sealed doors. Vanguard lined up along the walls of the city, ready to engage, ready to die for their goddess. Priestesses stood within the city, yelling orders to their House members. Paz'kole stood atop the parapets, yelling orders to her Vanguard, and making sure they got done *instantly*. She wasn't about to let the surfacers take her city.

Outside the walls of Ultrinnan, Halen was casting a spell to blow open the door to Ultrinnan. A searing blast of light wracked the door, and a few Drow inside were blown to their feet, and a pair killed instantly as the door shattered inward, blowing shards of heavy metal everywhere, blasting into the walls like shrapnel. A warcry erupted among the surfacers and the Drow, and the two sides rushed twogether like tidals waves crashing together, only except water, there wasa tide of blood. Spells were flung from both sides, as bodies began to char, the caverns of the Underdark lighting up sporadically with magical blast after magical blast of arcane fire, of divine light, and unholy bursts. Cordor's Law Knights cleaved through Vanguard left and right, the ten of them staying together as they made their way closer to the walls. The drow retreated within their city, but the Weave Knights would have none of it. A concerted effort of simultaneous Chain Lightning spells blinded both armies momentarily as electricity seared the air, blowing the heavy doors to Ultrinnan itself to bits, and arcing through the air to the wyrmlings in the sky, causing a few of them to simply.,.. explode. Mages and archers were thrown off the walls by the force, their corpses smoking in the dark-lit caverns from the electric power coursing through their body. The armies of Kohlingen and Cordor led the charge, followed closely by the dwarves of Brogendenstein, and the Elves of Winya, who had discarded their bows in favor of Elven thinblades and courtblades. They rushed into Kohlingen, colliding against anothwer wave of Drow, reinforced by the spider queen's priestesses, lobbing spells left and right, their Divine Hammers blazing through the streets of Ultrinnan like magical streetlights. In the end, the one city could not stand against the combined forces of the entire island of Amia, and Pazkole gave the order to withdraw to the Temple of Lolth for a final stand against the durfacers. the temple guard, and what remained of every house gathered near the temple for their final stand. Meanwhile, the Free People began ruining Ultrinnan, burning buildings to the ground, and slaying Drow. Man, woman, and child. none were spared in the genocide of Ultrinnan. The city began the burn... even the trained warriors of the Melee Magthere fell to the ground when Galverson, Justicar Marinsbane, and Halen marched into the complex, Marinsbane's blade glowing with divine fury as he cleaved through Drow after Drow, and Halen's fingers lighting with arcane spells as he unleashed volley after volley of magical power. Galverson... would not be so lucky. A shadowdancer would come up behind him, poisontipped daggers in his hand. A last scream was all Galverson would get before dropping to the ground. Halen and the Justicar slew the assassin quickly, but they would remain behind the army, as they took their fallen companion back to the Salandrans. Alas... he was too far gone. With a heavy heart, and vengeance on their minds, they rushed forward to help the assembled armies once more, who, after burning the Great Houses of Ultrinnan to the ground, Drow laying dead at their feet, were ready to march on the Spider Bitch-Queen's Temple itself.

Once they reached the courtyard of the Temple, and Salandran Templars and Nes'ek Protectors took the lead, weilding their own clerical gifts against one of the Underdark's well known deities. Survivors of the great battle would later swear they saw the avatars of the gods themselves, in illusionary form, fighting alongside their clerics in a battle for domination. The Winyans took up their bows once more as they unleashed volley after volley of arrows upon the temple's guardians, perforating the walls with their specially made Drowslayer arrows. Vilmandel ordered each volley himsefl, and when the Elves fired, whatever view the Drow had of the cave walls and the Wall of Force above them was often obscured by the intense amount of arrow shafts soaring towards them. The Drow were still in full retreat it seeems, though they had done their fair share of damage to the offending armies. Bendir Dale had long since been foirced to retreat, much to their displeasure, and much of Cordor and Kohlingen's troops were tiring and wounded, only continuing to be spurred on by the Everguard and the Law Knights still present at the battle. Cordor especially was in low morale, as news soon spread of Galverson's death. Prince Khazad urged his dwarves on, and the dwarves immediately began to deige the walls of the temple, using their superior Dwarven stonemasonry knowledge to dismantle the walls with their weaponry and specialmade supplies that were brought with them. One final keg of explosives was laid, and nearly an entire wall fell inward in the Lolthite temple, with the Free People's Army marching in behind them. Spiders' legs were chopped off,abdomens stabbed, bodies flung away as they worked their way inward. At special places within the temple, the Dwarves laid down more kegs of explosives, and stationed a few guards alongside them, for later use. Clerics gave their lives for their Queen as they flung themselves against the tide, denting it, smashing it, but not stopping it as they continued inward. Pazkole herself would challenge Justicar Marinsbane to a duel, cracking her whip viciously as the Justicar stood proudly. Pazkole's spiked whip flew cruelly through the air, but each time it was deflected by the Justicar's mighty longsword. Closer and closer the Justicar worked himself, Pazkole being forced to back off, until she was against the wall. In a move of desperation, she flung an Implosion at the offending Paladin... only to see him grunt... stand still for a moment... grip his chest... and then glow brightly gold, his divine power shrugging off the spell superhumanly. He charged foward, blade held in his hands, and as Pazkole tried to swing herwhip around at his face for a final blow, Marinsbane plunged his longsword through her neck, and ripped it out sideways. The priestess's arm fell limp, and her body crumpled to the ground, nearly headless. She would be the last major obstacle to the Free People's victory. As Marinsbnae delivered the final blow, a raucous cheer went up through the combined assault force. Victory was theirs. The Drow were either dead, or running for their very lives through the treacherous Underdark, where upon they would probably be killed by the dangers that constantly lurked there.

Leaving the Dwarves to their final business, Prince Khazad marched around the now ruined Temple, ordering the placement of the final few kegs of explosives. Ordering his dwarves out, he lit the one closest to the entrance, and took off running to catch up with the rest of his army. In a few minutes, a tremendous explosionwracked the temple district, as the Temple exploded from the inside out, rubble being flung everywhere, as the Surface People watched on in amazement at the Dwarve's handiwork. There was but one thing that remained to seal their victory for good, but only a few of them would be priveleged enough to see it. Halen ordered everyone but the Weave Knights out of the city, to the rendezvous point where they had originall begun this mission. Many of the armies were small. Dishevelled. Only 2 Law Knights remianed of the original ten, and Marinsbane had significantly fewer Everguards than once before. But the price of near eternal safety for their island was worth it. Men and women walked by, mourning their fallen comrades, and helping the Nes'ek and Salandran clerics tend to the wounded. Halen began ordering the Weave Knights to cast a ritual Disjunction spell, and as it fired off, the entire ceiling of Ultrinnan shone a bright white, before a ripple dashed along the top of the cavern. The Wall of Force was no more. Halen would seal the deal by launching a delayed Hellball onto the ceiling of Ultrinnan, and quickly ushering out the remaining Weave Kinghts. As they exited Ultrinnan's cavern, a lone Drow male looked up at the ceiling... and time for him seemed to stop. An orb of blinding white energy detonated, covering the ceiling in silver and gold waves, as the ceiling of Ultrinnan began to collapse. Masses of rocks, stalactites, and dirt began to rain down on Ultrinnan, covering it in huge, immovable tons of rocks. The Drow whispered one last prayer before a chunk of cavern landed on him, killing him instantly. Behind him, Halen glanced back at Ultrinnan through the blown through entrance gates to the main cavern before the falling debris filled up the tunnel, sealing it. Possibly forever.

Slowly, the remaining forces marched back out of the Underdark, and emerged at their respective areas. Amia seemed to breathe a collective sigh, as any physical entrances to the Underdark, such as the Quagmire entrance, or the Skull Crags entrance, were sealed as the armies left them. The portal in Brogendenstein was shattered and destroyed by the local Mystran clerics, and the Dwarven Wizard who manned the forges. Back in the Underdark, where once Ultrinnan stood, was now simply a massive blanket... of rock. Barely anything stood above the rubble. Any Drow that had survived were forced to flee deeper into the Underdark, to gods only know where. A few survived, as Drow are wont to do. On the surface, the Duke Montgomery called forth the leaders of the various cities on the islands, and offered forth the suggestion that the day be commemorated, in memory of all that had happened. The day would be called the March of Freedom, and from here on out, would be celebrated every year, in memory of those who gave their lives to ensure that Ultrinnan would never rise again to trouble them. By now it was night once more. The seige of Ultrinnan had lasted 24 hours, and would easily be the bloodiest battle that Amia had ever seen, easily the largest scale battle that had ever taken place on Amia. But it had all been worth it because... they were finally free. No more would the Drow come in the night to steal their children. No more would the Drow murder them in their homes... no more. No more. Now, the people of the surface were free to do what any normal city should do at night. Sleep. Worn out from their endeavours, people across Amia went back to their homes... and slept soundly for the first time in generations. Bonfires and memorial celebrations were held the next day for those lost in the battle, and merchants closed their stores out of respect. Within a week, most things would be back to business as usual, except... decidedly safer, now that the armies of the surface had finally shown the Drow that enough was enough, and they wouldn't stand for it any longer. People breathed... a little easier.

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((Don't fret, please. As this is a large overhaul, it will take awhile for the updates to come in. Your cooperation and assistance is asked for.))

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Davion Telemos - Monk of the Four Winds
Korthan Isharnos - Dragon Shaman of Thunder Spirit Zamasham

As soon as Ilharess Veh'dra hears about the mobilisation of such an impossibly indefensible number of troops, she relocates herself to Shadowscape. She sends out her most covert assassins to burn and kill as many of the undefended cities as possible so that when they return, the soldiers are likely to find their children dead, their wives murdered, and their houses burned. ((I am happy to have a DM rp out this part of the plot to see how it goes, but this IS what Veh is doing whilst Ultrinnan burns and the armies are there))

A matrons meeting is scheduled for later in the cycle.

// For the time being, I am relocating to Shadowscape, and encourage other Ultrinnan drow to do the same. Unlike Ultrinnan, it has only one tiny entrance, and so should not for now suffer the same fate. Im presuming theres not meant to be anything of Ultrinnan left?

[[Edited by DM: Please refrain from controlling NPCs or Gods without prior consent and verification from a member of the DM Staff.]]

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This isn't an April Fool's is it?

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Jys'zyne Do'larn

Man, this account is over 10 years old. Where do I get my old man beard?

Qax'thel stands still at the city walls gazing over the approaching army. his crimson eyes filled with fire and hate. he climbs down and starts organising his men of maghtre to defensive positions.

As the gates are blown open Qax'thel takes a firm grip of his greatsword. Masses of enemies pouring in from the gates he begins to draw his own portrait, of his demise. the massive blade cleaves trough many men, dwarf, and halfling as Ul'saruk fights as if possessed. his only goal to deliver death to as many as he can before his time is due.

eventually the tide sweeps over him.

as the battlefield grows silent. Qax'thel lays still on the cavern floor. bloodstained cape covering his body. gripping his greatsword as the red glow of the blade slowly dissappears.

he shall begin his journey to hells where he belongs

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My ingame account is Geldahir, and my characters are:

Ka'lith, Coran'zen , Sha'aveil, Rael, Sielen Lyoreth

// Any OOC posts beyond this point will be auto-removed. OOC is best reserved for the post in GD.

http://www.amiaworld.net/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=17460

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Mostly Retired

Letters are sent out to Wyrmhold, Tarkuul and the city in the Abyss.

If they have destroyed us, it will be you next. Join us in the counterattack. We meet at the Dancer's Academy for a High Council.

Ilharess V

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In East Cordor: The most pathetic drow in the world, Norfin, has finally gotten his hands on what he desires mostly in the entire world: a bottle of spidervenom wine. He hugs and kisses the bottle like a human would do with it's beloved child. He's about to take a sip of the toxic liquid, when he hears some conversation from some humans. He cries out in pain as his entire mouthfull comes out of his nose.

Serafeyn grunted as the chosen of gruumsh landed his hammer forcefully on his small shield. His arm went numb and he could hear a small crack, but it was exactly what he'ld been waiting for. Alowing himself to be struck had opened the Orc shaman's defence and he managed to strike one lethal blow.

He'ld spent more then a month in these caves now. Most of that time recovering from wounds he suffered fighting the orc chieftain. Luckily he had found a small cave where the orcs couldn't go. Whenever one entered it'ld be struck down as from lightning. Serafeyn didn't care, their bodies were what kept him alive. The taste was foul, but if you roasted them long enough, and you were hungry enough, near starving, then anything was eatable.

And after all, he made a promise to kill the chosen one and bring back proof to Lt. Galverson, and he was not one to die with a promise left unfullfilled. Slowly he bandaged his arm, and decapitated the shaman. Stuffing the head in a bag he opened a portal and stepped in.
Two adventurers standing near the portal, talking about a large scale attack on some city below the ground, looked at him in disgust as he dragged his unwashed self towards the fountain of restoration.

Proudly he left the temple of waukeen, the bag with the head of the chosen one slung over his shoulder, bobbing up and down on his back as he made his way towards the North Gate. It was where he'ld collect his reward. But when he arrived there, no Lt. Galverson was to be seen. Just flowers on the place where he'ld always stood during his duty.

Serafeyn cursed, well screw this man, what use is he dying when he cant keep his promise to wait here for me. Angrily he throws the blood covered head in between the flowers, leaving it as a grotesque scene instead of a place or remembrance.

// not one of my real chars, just a way to tell you you'll need a new NPC for the quest

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*The Ul'faruk flings around devistating spells of destruction on the intruding army, along with all the members of the Academy . He uses every fiber in his body to secure his Il'haress while keeping the army on hold, which soon became apparent to him, that such a task was impossible. By the moment his pouch of spell component began to run dry he urged the Il'haress to retreat to ShadowScape.

"Llolth's chosen are no destined to fall in the rubbles of Ultrinnan, we reside to ShadowScape and resemble to contemplate on a propper approach to redeem ourselves and make our wrath apparent for the surfacers"

*He snatches a component from his pouch and summons a dimensional door, without further hestiation, or thinking for that matter, he yelled at the remaining Do'Veldrans to gather around.
The dimensional door vibrated with energy, but quickly began to grow fainter and with the progressing army, time was not something to be wasted. The Ul'faruk quickly took a firm grip around the sleeve of his Il'haress, and more or less shoved her through the door. When her safety has been confirmed he quickly looked back at the others and urged them through the now closing dimensional door. He made sure to touch them before hand, thus granting them a safe passage through the energies taking care of the instantanious teleportation.
As the last member dematerialized through the door, the magus glanced around the raging battlefield. Anger bobbled in his blood and his dark red eyes flickered alarmingly. Some parts in his body wished to fall this day, taking everyone of the foolish rivvin with him, and another part wished to leave.

"Battles will come and go, but there's a city which needs to be rebuild, a new existance is to be created, and my aid will be needed."

*The dimensional door was almost halfclosed, as the magus failed to uphold his concentration for much longer. Something blazingly dangerous caught his attention and deprived him from the contemplating state of mind, as the view of the Hellball approached.
He turned his head and glanced at the dimensional door and with a quick motion he jumped towards the small slit which now made out the opening of the door. The last thing he heard or saw for that matter, was the blinding light from the impact and the deafening sound of explosion.*

*In ShadowScape, far away from the destruction of their beloved city, where assempled the remaining of Quellar Do'Veldran, along with countless of others, to seek shelter and the oppertunity to plan a revenge. The exit of the dimensional door decreased in size and suddenly disappeared in a bright burst of light, leaving behind a rather burnt magus. The signs of having barely escaped a HellBall was apparent on his body and with the last of his strenght he turned onto his back, glancing upwards with dark ready eyes. Exhaustion was printed in his facial features, but the magus didn't seem to care as he burst out laughing.

"We did it....now we enter a complex stage of rebuilding and planing, but the outcome will naut be enjoyable for the wrongdoers. Many has lost their lives doing this, many good jaluken and jabressen. Such an action towards HER children will have fatal consequences, and we're now alive to carry out HER will and bring chaos and destruction upon those foolish enough to enter our domain, thinking they have succeded in destroying our city. They believe they have acheived a safer society, they believe they're now rid of the torment and domination of the superiour race. They will be struck with terror when they realise, they're wrong "

*The Ul'faruk laughed again, then suddenly grew silent as the last of his strength left his body*

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<-<-<- Mirhun Thinker ->->->
<-<-<- Azdanduil Ilistyn ->->->
<-<-<- Malavin ->->->
<-<-<- Galenduil Kil'tlar ->->->

Budly leaves the hinn inn late at night or early morning, what ever sounds the better. He glances around at the empty and silent town, the militia was no where to be seen, well some of them but not as many as before, he rose his eye brows both and scratched his head walking through the silent town thinking

I knew I was the better mayor of us two! Whats with the lack of guards....silly General! Out troll hunting in the middle of the night!?

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Plays:
Sylveera : Sun Elven fury packed in an Arcane Archer, not a Drow, promise.
Tetrik : Greed incarnate in a Duergar.
Budly : Has gone to a better place.
Barrililath : Shadowy Drow, probably less Drow than Sylv ever be.

Verin Tir'Amalion's jaw drops down as he sees the info about the raid.

"Why the hell no one informed me in this... especially if i was involved in planning and plotting?" *mutters to himself*

Kir'nack wandered the frozen wastes. His piwafwi was soaked in blood, and a good part of it was his own. He had returned underground a few hours ago, only to hear the news from a few fleeing commoners. He had obviously turned back right away, as the warrior had no intention of risking his life.

Zakath hummed hungrily as the fiendish blade cut through flesh and bone, draining the life out of the arctic beasts. Kir'nack was fighting for his life, completely concentrated in the moment. He was trying to clear his head. This would change everything he had planned. What of his mistress? He was content in knowing she was far from the now-gone hole, but uncertainity crept down his spine. How would she react? Perhaps it truly was time for him to move on. The thought made him grimace, and he cut down the beasts more furiously than before. The anger he felt was overwhelming, but it wasn't just quite enough to push away the feelings of confusion and fear that lurked in the back of his mind. He had made the mistake once before so why would this time be different? But it was his mistress, and she was.. something different.

Kir'nack thrust his blade into the last manticore, and let the tip of his sword drop. There was no going back now, and Shadowscape would be his destination in any case. For better or worse, his life would see a change.

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The Arch priestess made her way secretly through the caverns of the underdark avoiding the main tunnels: "They can try as long as they want, while there is still one follower of the spider queen wandering the tunnels, we shal return and take revenge."

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Playing atm Eowariel (Elven archer) / Gwendolyn (Monk)
Inactive: Hector (Triadic knight)

Omarfryn charged into the battle. Fighting and killing countless refusing to give ground to any enemy that stood before him.
But no matter how hard he fought there where just to many.

after hours of hard fighting the only thing that kept Omarfryn standing was leaning on his shield. Now unable to use his shield for anything else a halfling charged him stabbing him in his right leg the wound forcing him to kneel. in less then a second after that a Dwarf ran up and hit Omarfryn in the back of his head with his warhammer.

Omarfryn fell over looking dead but in truth just unconscious.

and when he openend his eyes again feelling great pain with nothing but corpses of friends and foes surrounding him he looked up seeing the bright white light about to destroy the ceiling of the cave.

With all the strength left in his body he ripped open his backpack. grabs his portal wand and as the hellbal was fired at the ceiling of the cave the jaluk pulled himself into the portal. Arriving badly wounded in shadowscape.

*Hears the comotion Elva and koren look back from their Drider hunt. Along the ceiling of the cavern she sees the plume from the destruction. She begins to spring back in mid-battle, a mistake that would cost her the time she needed to safe her family. She soon looses track of her feet moving benieth her as she is struck from behind*

*A while later She awakens to find herself on the surface, the sun keeping her from being able to look anywhere but to the large black cat she has know since she left her old home. Although licked clean, her would began to become infected. Elva tended to it and snuggled next to Koren till nightfall.*

*The following night she came to a path she had seen before once or twice that was frequented by tolls and the guards of the Dale. Finding one such guard wounded from the war that errupted before. A mix of hate and confusion filled her and he rose to call out to other surfacers. he was too small to avoid a swift kick from Elva to his temple, kocking him out before she pounces on him and punctured his chest with her swords till there was nothing but a bloody mess. She fell back on her heels and shouted up toward the sky of the surfacer's world in rage...then broke down to cry softly to herself*

"What now koren?" *She looked to her faithful protector for answers.*
"Perhaps a home with the humans?" *Koren's thoughts echoed through her head*

*She sprang to her feet with a growl. After what they had done to her family how could she go to them? How could she forgive them enough not to attack them on sight and tear them to pieces?!*

"its your choice...But im hungry..let me have it" *She troted over to the mangled halfling and tore through him, eating the bits she wanted*

*Elva fell back to her side and let tears fall down her cheek once more. This was not how a Drow acted...was it? She should feel no remorse or pain for family. That is akin to "Love" and its flawed concept. She had given her life to Lolth once, was that not enough? Everyone of the house was devoted to lolth, was that not enough? What was possibly enough for her?*

*As the sun bore down on her from the coming dawn she rolled onto her back. The gentle rays feeling more like damning eyes. Who was she now? She must be Elvalia Gallyn. With her house gone...Elvalia Tinnerai doesn't exist...*

*she brought herself to her legs at high noon, glareing at the sun defiantly(And regretting it for a few minutes while holding her eyes in pain) and heading out into the surfacer's world. The underdark had rejected her for that last time. it was time she move away from it and see these humans and elves and halflings.*

*Her plan was to travel to that large human town. What was it? Codder? in any case that was the place to go. There she would find the Drow that had insulted her and Lolth the first time she was there. He had offered dinner hadn't he? Surly she could trust someon foolish like him...right?*

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As Naelin's most favorite past-time raged all around him, he simply waited. He kneeled, eyes closed, undisturbed by the ringing sounds of steel on steel. It only pained him the most to hear that he was missing out on killing as many rivvil as possible.

This was not the way Naelin wished to die, not the way he had envisioned it when he was a young drow of no worth. As the house grew silent, as the very last slave left the house, Naelin gathered himself to his feet. "Kill them.. all, or don't come back," this is all he managed to say to his small group of pupils. As told, the left without a second thought, this left Naelin in the clear.

Naelin left his respected training area and made his slow grim march through the corridor and up the stairs. He removed everything, down to the very last ring. He simply stuffed everything into his pack and threw it into a portal, gold included, likely ending up in the Skull Crags. Taking a knee before the spider, in a silent stare, he bowed his head to it. And without warning or the need to tell the spider what he needed, she bit him on the back of the neck strong enough to snap his neck.

Within a moment, Naelin Tinnerai, was dead.

Malice was nau fool... when she saw the chaos erupting, she grabbed a few things that she felt were special and vanished into the smoke and chaos. The supposed good races were too busy in their glut of bloodletting and genocide to notice one female dressed in plain black all over escape through the gates and down to the tunnels...

After a while she came to the river, and took the ferry upstream, until she found her way to Shadowscape. It seemed that others had thought the same... for there were a few of the influential still there.

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Man, this account is over 10 years old. Where do I get my old man beard?

// May'Micar was at the Temple.. I'll write something fitting later and edit this post.. Needless to say, he survived.

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Galegi, out walking the surface lands of Amia, grew bored. The dawn was on the horizon and he sighed as he realized that he had to return home. Brandishing his wand he gave it a few quick taps, speaking the trigger word as he did. To his surprise nothing happened. Thinking he had erred he once again tapped the wand repeating the trigger word once more, still nothing. His face twisting now in befuddlement, he took the wand in both hands gripping it with his thumb and index finger. Slowly rolling the wand, Galegi looked for any fractures or chips, anything that would or could possibly cause the item to malfunction.
He reached up rubbing his eyes, for some reason a pain had started and it wasn’t until he looked back to the horizon did he find the reason. The sun had cleared the trees. Quickly Galegi turned his back toward the sun, its rays now stinging his bare skin. He knew cover was a must, but where? Thinking of a cabin he had past not long ago, and hoping no one was home, he snapped the wand back onto his side and made haste west.
Upon reaching the cabin the sun was high and Gal’s eyes watered heavily, causing his vision to blur. Carelessly stepping through the door he saw no one and began covering the windows until every ray of shine dulled. He could see fairly better now, the pain subsiding as he looked around the cabin. “A desolate place” he thought looking at the spider webbings and accumulated dust. “It will have to do” quietly mumbling to himself.
Looking to the door he slowly made his way over as he once again pulled out the wand to check for defects. Half heartedly he tried once more to activate it, but to no avail. “Son of a bitch!” he spoke clearly looking down at the wand while at the same time allowing his back to slide down the door. “Only one thing left to do now” he sighed as he let his head rest back on the door, his eyes beginning to grow heavy, his mind sluggish on thoughts of the defective wand, while darkness consumed his consciousness.
His eyes slowly opened, the air in the cabin had grown cool and the sound of day had turned to night with the crickets and owls now dominating. How late? He was uncertain, but he knew he had been there longer than necessary. Slowly looking around before moving, before making a sound, he was checking the scene for anything odd. Once satisfied nothing was out of the ordinary he cleared his throat while standing. “Well,” he thought as he reached for the door, “it’s time to go see about a new one of these things.” Into the night he sprinted, Ultrinnan his destination.
Now down in the caves he felt a bit more relaxed, if drow could feel such things, and after a few wrong turns and a lot of cursing he finally made his way within ear shot of Ultrinnan. The bodies past on the way he gave no second thought to, however, he did see arrows that he did not recognize, though dismissing them all together. Coming up on the entrance to the city he looked on thinking “How’d they get the entrance so dark?” a grin spreading as he thought of his silly monolog. With each step closer to the city his grin slowly faded.
The entrance to the city was no more, and a pile of rubble was sitting in its place. “Oh Lolth no!” Spoken quietly in disbelief. “A cave in? Did the Ul’faeruk take down the enchantments on the ceiling? Did Lolth take them down!?” His mind racing as he steps up to the stones. “RODIA!” was his final thought as he began in vain to pull at the boulders.
Pulling, pushing, kicking, and ramming every thud landing with a grunt and not a single boulder moved. Panting he stepped back from the massive stones, “She escaped, I know she did. Where would she go?” His eyes search the darkness for an answer. Omar…Eli? His words are whispered and into the darkness he bolted.

As the armies left the Underdark, Estara collapsed in exhaustion. She watched as defenders closed up the hole they had entered to the Underdark in. She was.. surprised. She didn't know she would ever be able to go back down there.

Estara stared at the now-closed entrance to the Underdark. She rubbed her hands together, feeling a little cold, but smiled nonetheless. "How does it feel, huh?" She looked at the mound, and flung a rock at it. "HOW.. HOW DOES IT FEEL??!!"

A traveler walking by glanced awkwardly at her, and she blushed and sat down quickly, her thoughts roiling. She glanced away and whispered, "Why won't you change? Why.. Why do you like pain.. so much.." She looked back at the mound and shook her head.

She got up, and looked around. "Yossarin.. where are you.."