Thread: The Sweetest Revenge

Gilloleth Leirk had been the one to find their bodies on the path that winding through the grounds of their large estate. Her parents often went out on late night walks through their gardens. No matter the season a section was always in bloom. Even in winter there were rare flowers that could survive the frosts and snows color dotting the canvas of diamond white snow. The season was early summer and the red trees were in bloom with their fragrant buds. The various stone pathways were littered with the falling petals. That was how she found their bodies covered in the same petals. At first she was not sure who could have done such a thing. Her family had been well liked within the city that they lived in. Even those of lower station had little to say about the Lord Leirk and his winsome elven bride. The higher gentry sometimes looked down upon them but she could not fathom why any would send out someone to do such a wicked deed. She doubted that it was a common thief. The only thing that was taken was something of sentimental value to her her familys crest that her father wore no matter the occasion and no matter where he went. It was perplexing. The day had been spent digging their graves. This she did on her own with no help from anyone and if any of her servants dared tried to assist her she screamed until they scurried off. Gilloleth was grief stricken, lost, and unable to justly vent her anger towards the person who had done the deed. She thought that digging into the cold ground would vent some of what she was feeling but it did not. All it had done was gotten her hands dirty and made her think on the grisly task of preparing their bodies for their burial. This she had also done in silence. The world did not have to see them that way cut open it seemed just for sport. It was not until nightfall that she had finished everything and, finally, a servant had approached her. It was a young woman a blonde haired wisp with large brown eyes. She had explained to Gilloleth that she had been out with a lover that night in the gardens. At the time she had thought nothing of it and assumed that the fellow she saw lurking about the path. He was broad and full of muscle and his hair shone bright white in the light of the moon. She could not discern his skin as it was almost the same shade as the night that surrounded them. When the half elf beauty pressed the girl further, she balked and flushed. Clearly she had been further distracted by said lover. Yet she knew her quandary now. Or, at least, the race of him. What else could he have been but one of those wretched Drow of the Underdark? Speculation was lost on her as her rage grew into a white flame. Finding him would be simple. Not many males of that species traveled without a stronger female companion and she was sure that she could kill him easily if he were on his own. After all, the men of that race were considered weak. Not wanting to waste any time she began preparations that night to leave her home. What happened to it she did not care. That place was a shell to her and a reminder of the happy life she had once held. The carefree half elf had been murdered a long side her parents that night. Cloaks were stuffed hastily into bags as well as spare clothes, her fathers bedroll, and her mothers old crossbow. Her mother and father had been adventurers together. He had been a powerful warrior and she had been a druid on the same party. Gilloleth, although young, had been trained by both of them. She inherited some of her fathers strength, and her mothers speed and affinity towards ranged and light weighted weapons. This would be easy, she assumed, but she prepared for a long haul. She even went as far as to change her name. Now she would simply be known as Nightingale Silverleaf. Her hair had made her pick the name Nightingale it was black as inky night and her father had a fondness for the song of that particular bird. Silverleaf had been the family name of her mother before she was wed. Her pale skin was covered head to toe in light and soft leather armor. She could not wear much heavier. The same servant who had informed her of the unknown drow in the garden had been preparing her horse for her.