Post by XiRaen on Oct 13, 2004 12:10:11 GMT -5
Xi'Raen is a houseless, Drow rogue. He holds no true allegiances, but for a single man he holds many alliances. Through the skill of charisma and deception this Drow has found his way into a rather distinct web of influence. Though he maintains the ears of many leaders, his true agenda is hidden behind a veil of half-truths, and intricately woven lies. He may not become a true member of any such clan, his services are extended to all who possess the gold, or... the items to sate his fee.
-Sample Post(Transcript of recent fight also availible)
XiRaen From the bowl set before the Drow came a rather repulsive smell. With each succeeding stroke of a stone tool more of the herbs were crushed, forming a textured, green substance. A shift of the left hand of the Drow brought more ingredients into the mixture, and created a rather abrupt shift in the potency of the smell. Two hours of work, most of that time in search of the proper plants to creature the mixture, and the rest in combining it correctly, and now he had little more than three teasthingys of the substance. This was all he needed, though. With another swift motion, Xi'Raen scooped up the stone basin and moved it toward a rather small dish which had housed the ingredients before they were mixed.<c>
XiRaen Using the stone tool he had put to use mixing the plant matter, the Drow began to push the green substance onto the given surface. In a moment, Xi'Raen was pleased and he placed the bowl upon the ground beneath him. That hand that lowered the basin to the ground slipped within a holster at his right hip. From the oddly shaped holster Xi'Raen withdrew ten knives knives, each no more than an inch wide, and six inches long from handle to tip. Placing the identical blades upon the table at his side, he took only one into his hand. Bringing the incredibly sharp blade toward the dish on which the substance rested. Gently sliding the blade, and only the blade, over the flat dish, he silently spread the substance<c>
XiRaen over the hard surface of the dagger's blade. After a moment, he turned the blade, and allowed both sides to coat equally with the crushed leaves and seeds. Once appeased, he brought the blade up, placed the tip on the dish, and gently tapped it until all of the plant matter was off of the blade, then slid the dagger back into it's respected 'sheath' on the belt holster. One, the Drow thought silently as he brought another dagger to bear. And the process repeated once more... The smell began to fade from his cabin as the fourth, then fifth dagger were thus coated.<e>
-Sample Post(Transcript of recent fight also availible)
XiRaen From the bowl set before the Drow came a rather repulsive smell. With each succeeding stroke of a stone tool more of the herbs were crushed, forming a textured, green substance. A shift of the left hand of the Drow brought more ingredients into the mixture, and created a rather abrupt shift in the potency of the smell. Two hours of work, most of that time in search of the proper plants to creature the mixture, and the rest in combining it correctly, and now he had little more than three teasthingys of the substance. This was all he needed, though. With another swift motion, Xi'Raen scooped up the stone basin and moved it toward a rather small dish which had housed the ingredients before they were mixed.<c>
XiRaen Using the stone tool he had put to use mixing the plant matter, the Drow began to push the green substance onto the given surface. In a moment, Xi'Raen was pleased and he placed the bowl upon the ground beneath him. That hand that lowered the basin to the ground slipped within a holster at his right hip. From the oddly shaped holster Xi'Raen withdrew ten knives knives, each no more than an inch wide, and six inches long from handle to tip. Placing the identical blades upon the table at his side, he took only one into his hand. Bringing the incredibly sharp blade toward the dish on which the substance rested. Gently sliding the blade, and only the blade, over the flat dish, he silently spread the substance<c>
XiRaen over the hard surface of the dagger's blade. After a moment, he turned the blade, and allowed both sides to coat equally with the crushed leaves and seeds. Once appeased, he brought the blade up, placed the tip on the dish, and gently tapped it until all of the plant matter was off of the blade, then slid the dagger back into it's respected 'sheath' on the belt holster. One, the Drow thought silently as he brought another dagger to bear. And the process repeated once more... The smell began to fade from his cabin as the fourth, then fifth dagger were thus coated.<e>