*A hulking 7 and a half foot tall Ogrillion in purple and obsidion full plate walks up to the bulliten board in L'Obsul with a piece of paper and sticks it to the board with a dagger, the note reads*
Hullo, mes Logrim... Mes serve misstress Zes'afay Barri'tyl. Mes want live in underdark and stays close to her. Mes likes it down dere. Feel like home. Misstress says me put up note. Yous guys lets me live in dere wit yous?




(OOC) A request for the Underdark before I formally ask a DM to see if they can make me a citizen of the underdark... If of course it can be done and you all see fit to let me live below with you.

Ilharess Nizzre’tyne sees the notice and smiles. “How charming.” Her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Then she proceeds to the ones in charge of the cranes and tells them to be sure to tell her if this ‘Logrim’ survives their usual treatment of those not of the underdark. “I could use some amusement to spice up my day.”


//You’ll have loads of fun living in L’Obsul and having to put up with the crane operator pranks. And there is nothing like getting lost in the caverns when you attempt to roam about on your own. Wheeeee! Welcome!!

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

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"Every time you play with fire, the fire plays with you.
and when you take the sword, the sword takes you, too."
Malle Malone

When the ogrillion isn't with Zesa'fay, sometimes he seen in the company of the drow mage Naltyrr who prowls around L'Obsul looking for new recruits for the Obsidian Vanguard.

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A certain drow scoffs at the very notion of some surfacer race hulk being able to make it's way about unaided by it's mistress or another familiar with navigation in these caverns.

These are not the well lit places of dwarves or carefully carves paths of trolls or orc. These caverns are left pitch black with the occasional soft crystal light. These caverns are left as haphazard mazes of treachery.

So it should be that this hulk should depend on the leave of his mistress to be able to find it's way. If the hulk is very, very lucky perhaps she might train it in map making or perhaps the hulk has fantastic intelligence to figure it out...eventually.....years from now.

She will speak to the crane operators and bribe them to continue to toss the hulk on it's arse. Then let us see if the hulk has the staying power to be of /real/ service to it's mistress.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

A quiet shadow leaves a note, and continues on her way.
If you are in need of assistance, Logrim, send a messenger. I will assist you in travel.
~Councilor Irae'arra Div'urden

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Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of Eilistraee
Danika Nefzen: Druid of the Earthmother
Delia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm

The repetitive cycles in the dark and manky corners of L'Obsul's finest holes became a little more interesting for the lone Orog. Gulping down his fermented (and horribly sickening) brew; a routine which had become more prominent with the disappearance of nearly all the edible goblins, Grimgor read the parchment in front of him three times, and each time found different reasons to be amazed:

The first, was that there was another Orc-blood "adventuring type" in the caverns!

The second, was that it was bigger then him! (yet in his mind, this is highly debatable, if not laughable considering its mingled blood lines)

And the third... that it was barely literate! Barely still better then the rest of its kind.

It got him thinking deeply for a few moments: Now that an Ogrillion was making its home down in the dark, perhaps edible goblins would follow... it put a mischievous snarl across his animalistic features; the impending fear of making the sour tasting Drow (which in his opinion was compared to mutton meat due to their ages and stringy demeanours) the prime source of meat in his diet disappearing with every second.

As the surface gits always said, perhaps there really was a good day in the Underdark every now and then...

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Plays:

"I'll think of something once Amia:EE drops."