Thread: Underdark Conspiracies (Hamadryad & Rivine)

The wagon crept along at an easy pace, its rusty old wheels creaking away under the weight of the cabin and its inhabitants. Leading it were too great, green riding lizards who were ushered along by the grey-skinned wagon's master, who sipped away at his flask full Drow liquor more often than was particularly good for his health. Marching aside the wagon were six slaves baring the heraldry of the Countess Viconia Cobaer, two riding lizards attempting to eat each other by the tail in a circle, very similar to the human uroboros. Their mithral armour clanked away as they marched, though it could only be heard softly from those within. It had been a short journey from Countess Cobaer's compound, though it was often slowed by collections of Drow in the street refusing to step aside, causing the honour guard aside the wagons to get to pushing and shoving. The inhabitants within were a colourful bunch, in the meaning that they were particularly unique. In the finest seat sat the Countess Viconia herself, her shoulder cape pushed aside her, draping over her left arm. A leg sat swung over the other, concealing the interior of her intricate leather shortskirt from prying eyes. She sat with an elbow on her armrest, idly leaning her cheek into her smooth palm, slim long-nailed fingers occasionally drumming along her cheekbone lightly. Aside her rested the broad and heavily armoured Captain Dresden . He would occasionally shift uncomfortably due to his being forced to sit down in his bulking armour. His long, white hair fell down to his shoulders aside his face which showed signs of wrinkles, such a sight in a Drow denoted extreme age. He held a stern gaze, ever scanning for threads even within the safety of the wagon. Though still a slave of the House Cobaer, Viconia greatly respected him, and such was a commonly known fact. By the window sat perhaps one of the most beautiful Drow to walk the city of Guallidurth, Talice Abbune. She was young, though already had a reputation as a competent warlock. Though, either her dangerous trade or some event in her past seems to have had an affect on her, as she often showed signs of absent mindedness, one of which she showed off in this moment. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared off into nothingness, completely oblivious to any action within the wagon or any conversation. Her staff rested against her idly, though with the occasional bump from the degraded city streets it would slide along her body, even though she would never move to adjust it. Next to Talice sat a rather frail, bony man. He had a sinister look about him, even as he calmly entertained himself with one of the Countess' young handmaidens, his long bony fingers delving deep into the crevices of her silken panties. This man was known as Jaezdal Seerarn to those of the house, though if it was even his true name no one knew. He was a slippery character, respected by all and trusted by none. This man heard all and saw all, and knew just the right Drow for the given job at hand. He was well connected, despite his flawed and lustful character. And finally, directly across from the Countess sat Bar'or , a longterm slave of the House Cobaer, and one of Viconia's personal favorites. He was a capable Drow, showing capabilities in both combat and statecraft, not to mention his independent and reserved attitude. He was often given important tasks to complete, which he often went about with great effectiveness and efficiency. Though, despite his dedication and skill, he was never truly trusted, never utilised in Viconia's grand schemes, until today. Today he was to be initiated into Viconia's inner circle. Truthfully, the faithful Drow was told nothing of what was involved in his induction. Suddenly, his deep thought was broken by the Countess' soft, mesmerising voice, So, Bar'or, do you think yourself ready to serve? she asked, inquisitive pale red eyes meeting with his own.