Consitil followed Zar swiftly, ignoring her bastard-ass maneuvers. Went ahead and allowed her push hiss body around, for he just did not care anymore.'Let this bitch think she is dominating here, so long as she gets me the fuck out of here, she can do whatever the hell she wants. Fucking bitch!'
He was basically putting his life in her hands, and did not care if that was a bad choice or not, ' Arrogant, fucking bitch!' but that didn't stop him from telling her off, while doing it. At least in his mind.
Consitil observed the drey as they moved ahead, feeling an odd sensation that they were somehow moving more silently. Looking down to his magically enchanted boots, he couldn't help himself from grinning like an idiot. A strange sound caused Consitil to glance up, noticing how the female drey moved to come in, to grapple his throat, speaking down to him yet again. Only this time, it seemed there was a sense of urgency, or something was wrong.
'Just let her feel in charge Con, we will teach her soon enough!' he nodded slowly, accepting this foul touch, one that did not last that long, ending when something drew around the eastern flank of this cavern.
Quickly, Consitil realized that this drey was to be absolutely nuts. She just drew down upon some other dark skinned female, cursing, screaming, flailing that damn whip blade, killing. 'Crazy too?! What the hell did I just allow near me!? She is fucking going to kill me while I sleep!' his thoughts were interrupted.
Lavender eyes widened, filled with the sight of more drow. 'More? I am going to die! That crazy bitch just killed me!? Hell no, I refuse to die like this!'he growled.
Consitil gripped into his staff, then slammed its butt into the ground, setting off the magical charge, reached into a pouch grabbing much needed spell components, then beginning the muttering of an arcane spell caster. Crushed, yellow rose leaves began to fall from the pouch, floating on the cool, stark air within the cavern, landing gently. Magic pulsated within the blood stained area, then within Consitil, pushing out words from the pale one's lips., "Ut fin lui ty hupi!"(Sleep.)
No one was really paying this wizard any mind, for that crazy drey just killed their cleric, and only means to recover in battle in swift progressions. Now they were screwed, and were quite upset about, as noted from the echoing curse words, and hauty tongue lashes from the one's surrounding the insane drey.
The spell went off. A spell that was designed to wipe out as many enemies at once, as possible, then allow someone the ability to cut them down in a dishonorable manner. That or tie them up, steals their clothes, armor, anything of value, and leaves them to rot. But Consitil counted on the crazy one to deal with them, on all accounts. 'Well, maybe not?' It all depends on his mood at the end of delivery. He just might want a piece of the action, after all.
Consitil watched as his 'sleep' spell raped the minds of those within the cavern. Within seconds his eyes would be filled with bodies hitting the hard, stone floor.
Sighing, Consitil pulling out the dagger he had received from the drey, moving in toward the fallen forms, and choosing to then move in and slit as many throats as time allowed. Blood stained pale hands. Within a few moments, he realized that the drey was one of the bodies on the ground. Moving closer to her fallen form, he knelt down, the dagger at the ready, white hair in his grasp.
"No . . . " he gently replaced her head down against the bloodied stone, shook his head, and sighed out. "I think I will keep you around. You know these parts well, and I do not. If you prove worthwhile, perhaps I shall allow you to live?"he whispered softly, using his bloodied hand to stroke back a strand of ghostly-white hair.
"Not too horrible looking for a dark-skinned female, maybe I shall use you for more? But not now, I have bodies to search!"
Consitil removed himself from the drey, maneuvering over dead bodies, finding himself kneeling next to the nearly headless cleric. "Let us see what you have here, shall we?"he smirked, moving to pat up the cleric's body, searching for anything of value. As he was a man of death magic, this did not oppose any 'honor' on his part. After searching the cleric, Consitil entertained himself with the many items found on the drow corpses, so pleased in all of his findings.
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Okay, so that is not what actually happened, but it was what flashed in the mind of Consitil. All hope ended when his spell seemed to counter off the drow, and dark-skinned companion of his.
"Damn it!"
Drow are immune to sleep effects, magical or otherwise, and has a nasty little thing called 'spell resistance.' Consitil glanced around, trying to discern what the hell was going on, seeing that their bodies were down, but not by his hand.
'What the hell?'he still wanted to feel like he did something great, but he just couldn't! His beautiful spell, nor his mighty hand did not send these foes to their deaths? 'How could this be, if not by me, then who?'but then he began to realize, that he had slit their throats, just his spell went astray.
"How?"he asked aloud, seeing the drey female knelt nearby his form, panting hard, sweating like mad, and dripping in a rich, crimson hue, whip blade in hand. She would not answer him, just stand up, wiping the sweat from her face with the back of the unused hand, smearing blood with sweat.
Zar was a terrible image of blood and flesh, all that dripped from the edges of her whip blade. Casually the female observed what grinned down the long corridor, with those large doe-eyes actually batting its cute, rather large eye lashes at her. Those lips of hers parted to warn Consitil, but here was no way. Panting from her cooling rage, hate, mixed feelings of a silent fascination, and something else 'unremarkable' upon her feminine features.
It spoke,"Why hello there?!"
The being moved in closer, slithering fourth like some great and arrogant bastard. Nostrils snorting, tail flickering upon the surface of either side of the stone walls. Tongue snaked out, splitting in a snakelike manner. Whiskers poked, and prodded the air as to help other senses the tongue couldn't see, feel nor touch.
The drey actually stepped back into Consitil as he examined the cleric's dead corpse finding nothing more than two bracers upon either wrist, a necklace with the insignia of Lloth. In fact, all her clothing held spider symbols upon it, though she was dressed like most drow clerics, no in mood for battle, exposed and rather smutty looking. (Common tongue examples.)
Correcting her imbalance, the drey was able to up that blade in a defensive gesture to warn, if not display she would not 'go down' without a fight. Covering Consitil was easy enough; the greedy bastard didn't even look down the halls to make sure nothing was coming before he went right to town! Knowing this, the drey would remember he was one to not trust.
"Oh, come now female, do I look as if -I would hurt you?" A big, toothy grin formed upon the scaley beast.
The being stepped into some beam of light that tore itself into the stone after many years of progression. "I have been following you for quite sometime . . . " his dark ebon, purple, and teal scales glistened in that silvery projection of rays, that feed the iridescent coloring/coating on the beast's scales.
"Such a daring little thing . . . " The voice was cunning, like the beast was trying to be.
"Running away are you?" A flicker of a tongue came in close to the drey's mid-left thigh. "Yes, I can taste your sweat."
Motionless, speechless, and in slight awe of what was transpiring; Zar stood, allowing the beast it's ministrations. The only movement coming from her, was the downing of the whip blade's course. No longer in a threat position to the draconic figure.
"No thank you?" The massive head swung low, as nostrils flared in the intake of air supply, scent, and fear judging. The thing seemed quite happy now to look down with intense teal oculars, toward Consitil.
"Your spell failed you know. It was me that dropped them . . . Very painfully I might mention . . . "
Intelligence, arrogance, and sounding quite pleased with himself, that ego to rub it into Consitil, that it was he, not he that killed the drow. "Spiteful little elf . . . " Another toothy grin, as the head jerked up, and those eyes once again feel upon the drey.
"Well now, I think you need my help. I too do not like those . . . " A massive paw extended upward, holstering a taloned digit, that flung out, and pointed to the corpses.
"They too held me for a time . . . They didn't know what I was. " The beast snickered.
"My . . . you are at a lost for words? "
The paw swept upward, and in toward the drey's face, lifting the claw just beneath her chin, to close her jaw for her. "There, all better. "
It snickered lightly again, as the claw was removed. "Perhaps if I change forms, will you speak to me then?"
Stepping back, the dragon poly morphed into a very attractive elven figure with the same intense eyes, and grin.
"The name is Zhar." the creature said in a playful tone, while stepping back into the light. His head tilted, allowing a silky spray of ebon hair ran over his right shoulder.
"Do I look better?"
Those draconic eyes shifted down toward the greedy Consitil.
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