Zaknafein is waiting for Inigo in his basement gym, where he has set up four areas; one is simply open, and easy to move in, but the other three are restricted: one marked by four poles creating a square, one with two long mock fences, creating a 'bridge', and one that has actually been set up so that the two fighters will be trapped in a tunnel- ( Read more... )

...Just because one simply just does not have what it takes to earn a smile does not mean that I am devoid of the capability.

I am so going to shoot someone! I am so going to kick upside_drow out of the house. They got totally drunk yesterday and barfed all over my swords car!

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Zaknafein is more discontented with the doubt he now has than he'd like anyone to know, and in truth, it is hard to tell, save for a bit more sharp bitterness on the edge of his words and the way he is never quite keeping still. Finally, he slips out of the rooms he and Jarlaxle have claimed for themselves in the basement, and, though he knows that ( Read more... )

( There’s a new game We like to play you see; A game with added reality - You treat me like a dog; Get me down on my knees )

*When the sun sets, Zaknafein crosses out of the mansion and to the outerfield. His armor is more noticable than normal, but it does not seem to hamper him in anyway as he draws his twin swords and begins a graceful, deadly dance against an opponent unseen to all but himself.*

Typist: If anyone wants to bug, spar, or just watch the pretty drow ( Read more... )

I am male again. *grinning more than he perhaps ever has in his life* And it fell. It actually fell. Lolth-blessed my arse.

Jarlaxle, why did you not tell me? *will give him a thwap for that, but is too joyful to actually be annoyed*

( It seems this is a popular way to waste time. Hmm. )

*this is a very female drow, however distressing said drow finds that* *she has curled herself up in a large chair, her cloak pulled tight around her to hide those, according to Jarlaxle, 'out loud and proud' breasts*

I met an interesting figure in the basement...Serpentine of the Seven Sisters. Human, presumably, female, extremely tall and in a tattered dress. She seems to spend considerable amounts of time in the same basement as we, protective though she does not claim ownership; a compromise has been reached: her walks and whatever other business she ( Read more... )