"It's been a long day," Cyznul offered, changing the subject. Shoving aside a gang of goblins, he sauntered into the tavern and fished around in his pouch. "How about a drink?" he asked quickly as he caught the look on Xarw's face. Before his fellow mercenary could reply, Cyznul was already over to the bar and confronting the duergar that ran the place.

"Wine," he snapped. "And you wouldn't happen to have some rothe?"

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(what was rothe, my memory isn`t clear on that word)

Xarw took a table and sat down quietly not saying anything, he tookout his dagger beginning to spin it in his hands looking at the blades reflection.

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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!

[cattlelike livestock]

A few moments later Cyznul returned bearing two goblets of wine and a small tray of spiced rothe. He took one bite of the rothe meat and spat it back out.

"What did I expect - a duergar cooked it," he muttered, washing it down with wine. He looked at Xarw. "You have any suggestions on our next move?"

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(*is biding time until she enters her character again*lol)

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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 looked at him with sudden anger and surprise.

"Our next move?"

He asked biting his cheek trying not to shout at Cyreste.

"Well perhaps we wouldn`t have to think about this, if you and that new friend of yours hadn`t let our target go?"

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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!

(*snickers*)

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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~

(SHall we get this going again?)

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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!

[:yes: I'm getting this mixed up with the one on my forum... got to get this straight. Gromph wanted Xarw in Cyznul's house, Bregan D'aerthe betrayed them and killed Cyznul's house, Cyznul joined Bregan D'aerthe, his sister was the last remaining Vren'arach so they're trying to track her down and kill her.]

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(yep)

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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 checked his rising ire. "I? My new friend? I could have killed her on the spot." He pushed his wine away, deciding he needed a clear head. "Vushaz has nowhere to turn. The priestesses of Barrison Del'Armgo will have murder waiting for her. Where would you go if you were a defeated priestess in need of allies?"

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Xarw had didn`t even have to think really as he smirked.

"To someone whom isn`t bound by such things as the favour of lolth?"

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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!

"I'm to suppose now that you have... aquaintances under the Masked Lord?" Cyznul said, raising an eyebrow.

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Xarw let out a bothered cough and grinned obviously knowing some.

"Such things are dangerous to speak out loud or else the priestress tend to have a great temptation to rip your heart out... all tough I have never angered any priestress that much... or well.."

He smirked.

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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 stood up, pushing his platters away. He derisively threw a coin at the innkeeper's feet before turning a cold gaze on Xarw. "What are you waiting for? Lead on. My sister is a step ahead of us already."

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Xarw sighed as he drew his hood over his head, he rose and led Cyznul into the darkalley ways of menzoberran, there were the poorest beings of menzoberran and few merchants passing by. They moved trough a labyrinth of houses and made many turns, finally Xarw stopped at the door of a longhouse that had a light in the window. The door slightly opened showing a well dressed drow looking out, Xarw said quickly a password and the door opened.

He quickly walked in and then looked at Cyznul, Xarw then turned at the man.

"We need to get to the hideout, now"

"Who is he?" The drow asked suspiciously.

"Just a friend"

Xarw said as if it didn`t matter and the drow then slowly nodded, the drow disappeared into another room and there was a debate yet soon the drow returned.

"Come..."

The drow lead them into the other room where another well dressed man was standing and they opened a magical door way in the wall, the other entered first as the other stayed behind and Xarw looked at Cyznul to enter. On the other side would await a hall with male drows speaking to each others, all minding their own business.

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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 ground his teeth, sensing the jaws of Bregan D'aerthe snapping around him. Not that he could help it. He stepped through the portal after the stranger.

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