"You must earn your way inside Bregan D'aerthe," Jarlaxle said, gesturing languidly. He grinned at Cyznul. "You said you wanted a test?"

The males in the audience chamber smirked. Cyznul inclined his head to the challenge. "That is why I requested audience, is it not?"

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Xarw hmped arrogantly.

"I would have thought that a spoiled prince as yourself would have demanded access to be a liutenant right away, but everything must be earned..."

"Exactly and of course you are no warrior then we must test you mentally, but no mage survives a battle without suffering wounds..."

Jarlaxle then smirked after a small pondering and looked at Xarw with a small smile.

"Why dont you kill your sister and don`t get caught? If you fail you die or become an outlaw, we of course can easily get away since you weren`t officially part of us, but should you succeed then you are welcome... how about it?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Cyznul could hardly contain his pleasure. It was what he had been hoping for all along.

"Agreed," he said, then continued with great audacity, "on the condition that Xarw accompanies me."

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Xarw smiled grimly, but had a certain degree of uncertainty in it.

"Sure, your sister is quite arrogant and I ponder if I should have slashed her throat instead of your other sisters..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(Okay.... But kill who?..... Who am I s'posed t'be killing?.... I mean, if you don't tell me, my character'll just go around killing everyone..... )

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

Luinnar this should help....

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

[if you're a priestess of Barrison Del'Armgo, you're trying to kill Xarw and Cyznul. if you're in Bregan D'aerthe, you're trying to kill Vushaz.]

Jarlaxle dismissed them, and they left the audience chamber.

"What I do not understand," Cyznul said as he strode briskly down the streets of Menzoberranzan, "is why Mez'Barris needed Bregan D'aerthe in the first place to defeat us. We were the twenty-third house, she rules the second. By all accounts we were weak, low in Lolth's favor...."

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(I got that, but who is 'them'?.... That's what I didn't understand...... And who is against who?.... Are the Barrison Del'Armgos against the Bregan Daerthes?.... I've read one book, and I know they're all against the other, but I still wanna be sure of the intrigue so I don't mess up......)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

Xarw laughed slightly shaking his head.

"This plots mastermind isn`t Mez'Barris, she was simply intimitated and rewarded for going along... besides she even gained from it more than we thought she ever could..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

[you mean Cyznul and Xarw?]

Cyznul shook his head, not convinced. "She could have eliminated our house with brute force. Do you think Mez'Barris losing her power?"

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"No, not certainly, but the one behind it all wanted to be quiet... only three persons know whom it was so far I think, if the two others haven`t said anything about it.... or should I say five knew about it very well..."

Xarw added with a mysteriousa smirk.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(*sighs* Someone PM me and tell me who I'm s'posed to be for and who I'm s'posed t'be against..... So I don't keep interrupting.....)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

(you are supposed to be against us,(me and LDM, our chars are Xarw & Cyreste(former cyznul) now cyrestes house was destroyed with the assistance of Bregan D`aerthe(a mercenary group that practicly is untouchable(don`t you think LDM?) and your char will be a priestress of Barrison Del'Armgos that is against us with Cyrestes former sister Vushaz... (or your char can be part of the Bregan D`aerthe helping us to kill Vuzhaz...) )

(anything unclear?)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

They skirted along the boundaries of the Bazaar.

"We have to start somewhere, if not - "

A wall of fire erupted inches from his face. Cyznul leapt back, his wards keeping him from being entirely singed. Another wall of fire erupted to his right. He whirled to see Vushaz behind him, flanked by a contingent of lesser priestesses.

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Xarw jumped out of the walls way and turned to Vushaz.

"Well at least we didn`t have to find you now that you have found us..."

Xarw said as he drew his crossbow.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Cyznul sighed. His sister had never been one for subtleness. Picking a fight here, in the middle of the Bazaar with scores of witnesses both drow and slave alike....

Vushaz and her priestesses whipped out scrolls and began casting. Cyznul sped through his own spell, racing to finish before her. Cyznul finished first. Half a dozen jets of azure energy flamed from his palm. Three penetrated lesser priestesses' defenses, breaking their concentration. The jets bounced off Vushaz's enchanted armor and hurtled right back at him. Cyznul plucked it out of the air and readied another spell. Before he could begin however, Vushaz finished hers.

The scroll dissipated in a cloud of black smoke. Vushaz's face contorted in pain as eight hairy legs suddenly thrust themselves out from her sides. Caustic saliva shot out from her mouth while each of her teeth sharpened into deadly pincers. Within seconds an enormous arachnid, four times as long as Cyznul was tall, stood in the Bazaar.

Cyznul swore under his breath. He curled his fingers and flipped his hand palm-up, the sign of a dead spider. The newly mutated Vushaz screeched at this sign of blasphemy and lunged.

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