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First Entrance

Apr 21, 2010 09:50

The faint sound of chanting that is in the background has a frantic note to it and there is the scent of blood, sulfur and musty sickly-sweet incense that fades into nothingness when the sound dissipates. Somewhere out there, four priestesses assume that their offering was accepted; and a dark goddess assumes her traitorous prey is in the hands of ( Read more... )

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antivan_leather April 21 2010, 02:07:07 UTC

He's seen people come and go in various states of shock and upset, but arriving utterly unconscious is a new one. Zevran is currently perched up in the rafters, assembling caltrops while enjoying the noise and warmth of the bar itself--his rooms, while nice, are entirely too quiet for him at the moment. He is a creature of cities, after all, gregarious by nature and far preferring the hustle and bustle of a large population to isolation ( ... )

...Vith. whipped_weapon April 21 2010, 02:25:05 UTC

It takes Zaknafein a few moments to readjust to the lighting and at first he is thankful for the shade. This doesn't last long when he actually sees the person providing the shade.

Blonde, pointy-eared, bronze skinned... Eyes that are brown, but could pass for gold in the right light...There is only one kind of elf with that coloring in the Realms.

A sun elf. A member of the race Zak knows hates his own, kills his own on sight.

Zaknafein is doomed.

"...I'm being blinded and about to be carved up like a roast rothe by a sun elf. Yes. This must be the hells."

Well, he is dead, he knows it, the last thing he remembers is having his heart ripped out by his ex-wife literally...What else could it be?
The drow closes his eyes and waits in resignation and exhaustion for the inevitable stabbing pain he is sure will follow.

Re: ...Vith. antivan_leather April 21 2010, 02:37:04 UTC

If Zevran looks confused by Zak's proclamation, he can hardly be blamed. After all, in Thedas there are only two sorts of elves--those who live in the cities, and the nomadic Dalish. There aren't dark elves, or sun elves, or sea elves. All colors and temperaments are members of the same race and species, from the palest of the forest-dwelling Dalish to strains of Rivaini elves, adapted over many years to have darker skin just like many of the humans. The Antivan considers the term for a moment, then grins again.

"'Sun elf?' Oh, I do like the sound of that. It sounds so regal, don't you think?" He crouches down, balancing easily on his toes and folding his arms across his bent knees. He doesn't seem to be going for his blades, at least, and while the new position brings him closer to Zak's face, which is probably not the most comfortable set of circumstances for the drow, Zevran also ends up blocking out more of the light.

"But, as attractive as the title is, I am regrettably unfamiliar with it and therefore probably not such a being ( ... )

Re: ...Vith. whipped_weapon April 21 2010, 05:02:06 UTC

Hm. Just like a sun elf to consider it a good thing to sound 'regal'...

But the strange elf's next words are shocking. He's unfamiliar with the term? Maybe this isn't the afterlife. Or at least, not the Faerun equivalent ( ... )

Re: ...Vith. antivan_leather April 21 2010, 05:21:00 UTC

"Ah, well, there is no way to say for certain. I do not know what a Yochlol is, but it seems that very nearly anything and anyone may end up here. Gods, goddesses, vampires... But we manage a peaceful coexistence, or at least we refrain from fighting ( ... )

Re: ...Vith. whipped_weapon April 21 2010, 05:51:58 UTC

"I... Yes, I'd rather converse somewhere other than the floor." Zaknafein agrees, somewhat at a loss as he murmurs a quiet, "Thank you." to the strange elf.

The drow gratefully takes his weapon back, and warily gets up to his feet with the grace of a panther, before retrieving his second blade. The lack of tentacled monsters helps to settle him somewhat, though the drow is once more on edge once the other elf says that gods and goddesses can come here.

"Deities come here?" He asks, and the drow's normally melodious voice cracks just slightly, as he puts the sheathed blades in their accustomed places on his belts. His voice is slightly plaintive, his crimson eyes, wide in horror. Clearly he doesn't want to run into anything like that ( ... )

Re: ...Vith. antivan_leather April 21 2010, 06:08:34 UTC

"Oh, everyone can come here. But do not worry, the deities are bound by the same rules as we poor mortals, no?"

Zevran looks a bit surprised when Zak stands up. He's used to having to look up at other people, even other elves, but not that far. It is not the skin, hair, or eyes that get the Antivan's principle attention--though he has to admit that the complete package is very nice, and worth pursuing at some point--but the drow's height ( ... )

Re: ...Vith. whipped_weapon April 21 2010, 06:25:21 UTC

Zaknafein is glad for the dimmer lighting of this booth, and even more confused by the strange elf's consideration in choosing this place. He has not missed the significance of the seating arrangement, how it offers him the more advantageous position, and how it was chosen ( ... )

Re: ...Vith. antivan_leather April 21 2010, 07:04:55 UTC

"I would hazard a guess that you are dead, then, yes. Do not worry. Many come here for their afterlife, and if you are not concerned about losing the ability to return home, then one would think you would settle in nicely. Once you have adjusted to the light, of course; it is difficult to do so, after prolonged exposure to darkness ( ... )

confused..but somewhat pleased whipped_weapon April 21 2010, 07:53:20 UTC

"This afterlife does seem rather promising." The drow agrees quietly, curious eyes on his unusual companion. "I shall endeavor to get used to the lighting as soon as possible."

The way Zevran is relaxed as he describes himself, the grin and the way he is draped over the seat is oddly comforting, even if the words themselves are not.

Perhaps it is because Zak is not used to meeting many people who are so seemingly at ease with themselves, who describe themselves with such honesty and whose smiles that are not born of satisfaction over a kill or the suffering of another individual or a sudden rise in rank. Such people are rare where he comes from. (Case in point, the only others he knows to act so at ease, being Jarlaxle and Drizzt ( ... )

Re: confused..but somewhat pleased antivan_leather April 21 2010, 08:11:28 UTC

"Do you know, that would explain the severity of the plague that I caught last winter. I believe I may have in fact coughed up five or six of these Yochlols of yours. The description makes it seem as if they bear remarkable resemblance." Zevran doesn't get sick very often, which means that when he does, his body decides to go all out, like it's been saving up or something ( ... )

Re: confused..but somewhat pleased whipped_weapon April 21 2010, 08:40:41 UTC

His strange companion's comment, about the Spider Queen's dreaded minions, startled a laugh out of the normally serious drow.

Eyes alight with amusement, he pointed out. "Well, generally they tend to be humongous, the height of a female at least, so I doubt this plague of yours caused you to spawn any." he sobered slightly. "Though I am.. pleased you survived this plague. Such a thing is rather.. worrying. Are they common where you come from?" he asked curiously.

"These rules seem very good to me,since it is likely I would be the one seeking sanctuary under them." Zak agreed, more at ease now.

The drow raised an eyebrow in surprise at Zevran's sensual expression, given that he'd not expected a surface elf not to kill any drow on sight, having that same elf direct an expression that was lustful at the aforementioned drow instead was even more unlikely. And yet it was happening to him right nowThe drow was puzzled, intrigued in spite of himself by the way the conversation had gone..Especially since the one seemingly offering such a ( ... )

Re: confused..but somewhat pleased antivan_leather April 21 2010, 09:16:25 UTC

"Ah, but you did not see the aftermath. It was most impressive." Zevran snorts softly. "It was not the plague that most think of, where death is certain and you must lie there awaiting it. It was nothing more than a severe cold that made its way through the city, though it was remarkably unpleasant ( ... )

Re: confused..but somewhat pleased whipped_weapon April 21 2010, 09:46:01 UTC

The drow's eyebrows rose in surprise once again when Zevran offered him his own rooms for use. Certainly, it was a generous offer. More generous than anything Zak had been offered so far, when Zak had offered him nothing in return. At the same time, the drow worried for the cost... There was always a price to pay, always a debt that had to be repaid one way or the other.

Zak did not know what this could cost him in the long run, when he could offer this strange elf little in return. Except for his skill with blades.. or in bed. Did Zevran plan to use his services to help him commit murder, or would the price be more... carnal?

None of this showed in his expression though, since the drow knew quite well that changing his expression might give his strange companion an upper hand.

"It is a very generous offer, and I am indeed grateful; but everything has a price, does it not? What would the cost of such shelter be?" Zak asked him outright, expression completely neutral ( ... )

Re: confused..but somewhat pleased antivan_leather April 21 2010, 10:12:26 UTC

Zevran is rather refreshed, by Zak's forthrightness. He is a Crow and so are the majority of those he associates with, and that means that most of his conversations back home involve a verbal dance with each participant trying to take the lead. His initial thoughts regarding payment had been simply focused on having an ally, should he need one, and perhaps even a friend. However, he senses now that a more concrete sort of bargaining chip is needed ( ... )

Re: confused..but somewhat pleased whipped_weapon April 21 2010, 11:31:46 UTC

Zaknafein's eyes lit up and he smiled slightly in assent. "That I can do, yes. It would be.. enjoyable to do so." the drow agreed, pleased the price was something he could pay. He had trained generations of drow warriors, this would not be an inconvenience.

While Zak had stated he was a weaponsmaster, what he hadn't taken the trouble to mention was that he had been arguably the best weapons master in the entire city of Menzoberranzan. Some even said he was the best in a thousand generations. It had driven Dantrag Baenre, the weapons master and prince of the First House of the city, practically mad with rage. Especially since Zak had refused to battle him or spar. Mostly because the Do'Urden weapons master had nothing to gain from it ( ... )

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