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Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Aowen Darksbane Aowen's teeth gripped her lower lip as her ears picked up on the sounds of footsteps approaching. Sure enough, the damn Drow were approaching. An inward scoff echoed in her head. Well, she had tried to warn the people. But it didn't mean she would enjoy what was about to happen. Her hand shook in a mix of anger and fear as she began to pull back on the strings but stopped half-way. Their ears were as keen as hers. Even if it would take time for any of them to climb up, some of them could very well be mages. And with the possibility of one of them shooting her down and causing Aowen to fall - literally into their hands - that wouldn't be good. Her head bowed as she tried to think. So what should she do? Help out in some form or fashion ... right? But then that would also give away where she was. Her grip on her lower teeth tightened as she slowly placed the arrows back into her quiver. Suddenly, this was feeling more and more like a bad hiding spot. And yet, it was one of the best at the same time. The view from high up easily spelled out that if she had waited in the village, she would have probably wound up dead. Each scream made her cringe and hold more tightly on the branch above her. Right now, she thoroughly hated herself. This seemed like the coward's way out ... well, it almost did. But Aowen knew better. Both rangers and rogues had one thing in common they had to rely on stealth. The perfect chance would arrive. She'd just have to wait it out. Until then, however, her eyes scanned below, taking note of the Drow. There seemed to be one in particular who stood out as their leader. The lack of women in this raid was ... interesting. Usually there were far more females than men. The priestesses had damn powerful spells. Tons of the scars on her back all but spelled that much out. Were they purposely keeping the women away? And if so, for what reason? She definitely had full intentions of finding all of these answers out and more. It'd be risky, very much so. But this had been something Aowen had tried to insist on doing for a while now anyway. So she saw no point in delaying any longer. Not too far from her hometown, the Underdark city of Ust Natha was supposed to be nearby. If she could follow them back and get answers, she could see about getting help. There would probably be several survivors from the village. On the off-chance that wasn't the case, however, she could likely get assistance from Amn and Calimshan. And with both having primarily humans who typically despised Drow as much as her kin, it'd be a hell of a turning point. Or it should be, at least. Tempting as it was to follow the leader into the city and watch every action he performed, Aowen kept still. She'd wait for the frays to finish. When they did .. she would follow and infiltrate their city, gather all she needed to know, then head back.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

The drow fighters looked to the main street where they could hear the rising sound of somehting more terrible than the screams. It was...laughter. A hideously amused laughter, rising loud and strong over the sounds of slaughter. The few guardsmen that had managed to assemble looked at the fading darkness and blanched at what they saw. a carpet of flailing, maimed people, blood pouring from their rapidly beating hearts. A quagmire of mud was behind the crimson stained warrior that held his long blade in both hands. He was...smiling, and as he swept his blade about to a ready position, his laughter began again. The watchmen assembled to face the warrior, but they were set upon from behind by his housemates. As the men fell under the stabbing blades, Ktonos ran a finger along the side of his blade, gathering a levy of blood on his finger. He licked the blood off, his eyes rolling back for an instant of ecstatic bliss. He turned back to his men. We go. Fire the buildings. And then put this place to your back. The drow nodded, one of their number pointing and searing lances of flame shot out, each one touching off the building it struck. Soon alf the village blazed, and the drow made good on their escape, heading back into the plains. Crouched low, piwafwis close, keeping themselves hidden from view, the drow left but a single casualty behind. The fool had been poor enough in luck or skill to fall, and they left him where he fell. He was of no concern any longer. They reached the entrance to the the Underdark. Ktonos waved his men through, and paused. He sucked in a deep breath, savouringthe chlll air, so unlike what it was like down below. He shook his head. the surface did have some draw to it, there were...reasons to linger. But not enough. He had tasks to perform back home. he folowed his men intot he tunnel, and began the march home.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Aowen Darksbane The sight of body after body collapsing onto the ground made Aowen's heart sink. This clan may not have been the best to her. But they were still elves when all was said and done. That was more than enough incentive for her to feel sad for them all. Even the one who was barely alive may as well have been killed. It'd be merciful as opposed to all he would have to suffer and endure. All the sights and sounds had made Aowen's heart and mind wildly race. Her hands were shaking as she forced herself to continue to hold onto the branch. If she let go ... no! She didn't dare think on that. The likely results caused a shiver to trail down her spine. Her head shook as she looked down in time to see the Drow beginning to leave. She waited until she was certain their focus was on their destination before slowly climbing down. By the time the last Drow went through the entrance, Aowen was a good ten to twenty steps behind if not more. Anything that would have dared cause a noise a branch, twig, leaf, any and everything were all avoided. The elf refused to step or press against anything that would alert the Drow of her being so close to them. The extra precautions were worth it. However, this did make Aowen move a bit slower than she would have preferred. Thankfully, she was still able to keep up and see where they had gone to. After a brief countdown from ten in her head, Aowen began to proceed. Slowly but surely, she got closer ... closer ... before she was inches away from the entrance to the Underdark. Her heart was pounding against her chest as she stared at the door. This was it now or never. Still, she knew she'd come too far to just turn her back. More than that, her village needed help. If she didn't move forward, that would truly be more shameful than her having hid up in the tree and watching the massacre. After allowing herself to take a deep but soft exhale, Aowen mustered up the courage and walked through. Her eyes blinked as they began to adjust. Low-light vision was all well and good but it wasn't the exact same as darkvision. When she was certain she could see fine, Aowen began to walk through. Now that she was in different terrain, the rogue and ranger made even more certain to keep her steps extra light, the volume matching. As her eyes continued to adjust, her hand moved back as she grabbed two arrows and began to slowly notch them upon her bow once again. This time, she let herself pull the string back. For now, however, her aim was kept toward the ground. She didn't to risk letting them fly recklessly. The accuracy of these shots would need to be dead on. And that would be easiest to achieve if she waited a bit more. If Aowen let fear get the best of her, they'd be released too soon and ... well ... she didn't wish to think of the scenarios that would likely follow after that. Her head shook again as she continued onward, keeping her ears and eyes alert for any hints that suggested the Drow knew she was here.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Ktonos and his war party stalked along the passage, knowing well where each foot should fall to make the best time. They'd made the trip before. More than a few times as well. They were seasoned veterans at this task. The deeper in they went, the warmer it became, their infravision showing things more and more clearly. They were coming to a fork in the tunnel, one leading in a long curve to the west, the other heading to the north west, and sloping down much more steeply. He nodded to his men, and they passed through the northwestern tunnel, but one paused to rig a wire across the mouth of hte tunnel. It was low, very low, but set directly over the only clearly stable footing. It was a standard practice to leave something behind to ensure that nothing followed them. They were close enough to the surface that not much moved around here. The deeper they went, the more likely they were to find roving clans of goblins, or even orcs and more exotic creatures. They continued deeper in, Ktonos noting that all of his men were in the right position. If anyone fell, someone else would note it. They were not going to suffer through any surprises. And they were making good time. ANother few hours, they'd reach one of the dividing points. A great underground lake. It was difficult to cross without he boats that were left in place to ferry peopel across, but not impossible if one was suitably determined. They picked up the pace.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

There was a good set of boats set out. Each one was crewed by only a single being, a Grey orc. Strong almost beyond measure, and surpisingly good at metal work, these beings made a good living ferrying people across the waters. They were also more than capable of defending their boat from anything that might threaten them. Ktonos had paid them well for their service. No one knew the lake like these orcs. Deft, quick strokes pushed the boats along the lake quickly. Ktonos took the time to look around. A glimmer of something on the surface of the cold water, and then it was gone. He stared at the point, only to see it reappear later, and then vanish again. A point of heat. And there was nothing in this lake that he knew of that was warmer than the water. Something was after them. The thought didn't alarm him as much as set his heart beating a little faster. No real sport to be found in the village, only slaughter. Could it be that what followed them might offer a better round of entertainment? It was certainly an appealing thought. A smile on his face, he signed to his companions the news that they were being followed. They'd not make it easy for their pursuer, but they would ease their pace slightly. After all, it was of no use to anyone if they outpaced them completely. As teh boats ground up on hte opposite shore, Ktonos nodded to the grey orcs, who accepted his fee, and then reclined in his boat. Ktonos spent a moment with his men, making sure that they were in good order. A slight glance showed their pursuit was getting close. It was admirable really, being able to swim across the entire lake like that. He had to respect that. But he also knew that the cold waters would take a toll on the person as well. It might be getting pregressively warmer down here, but he knew very well that there was a section they were coming to that was almost blisteringly cold. They passed through a narrow tunnel that would lead to larger chambers, but within that realm was a white dragon. Ktonos felt no desire to face such a beast, but the area was ice covered because of it. A short break in that area might help push their pursuit to a more...desperate state. They got underway again. The passage kept going down. It was another half hour of even paced movement before they felt the temperature dropping fast. There was a faint breeze, adn the tunnel moved to show an expanse of stone that was covered in snow. Ktonos led his men through it quickly, but he called for a halt on the far side. They'd wait here a few moments, take in a little food. And leave their pursuit to enjoy the climate change.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

What do you see? Ktonos signed to teh mage amongst them. The man smiled thinly, and showed him. An elf. Surface dweller. She... she had been tailing htem for a very long time. The viewing spell that had been tossed behind them had it's sensor high up, at the ceiling of the tonnel, and didn't show much detail. But the person was undeniably female as she undressed, and redressed herself, trying to combat the deep cold. Ktonos smiled, and the mage swallowed. It was not a smile that showed any mirth. It was the smile that promised that someone was going to suffer under Ktonos will. Sometimes it proved amusing. Other times...the depths of cruelties that the Weapon Master had visited was enough unnerve even some of his own house, who thought themselves lucky that he was on their side. And he was clearly planning something. Ktonos thought of the remainder of the trip. The mage carried a scroll that could speed their passage home. But the scroll was expensive, adn not to be frittered away lightly. But if they had a prisoner...well, that might warrant the use of the tool. He moved his hands in precise patterns, the band moving forward to a rounded cavern. piled rubble lay everywhere, making rugged terrain to say the least. THe band moved through the area, setting out typically faint tracks of their kind, before moving to differing positions. Several of them enacted levitation, taking them into the air, adn pulling their piwafwi cloaks close to shield them from view. Others carefully picked their way along the piles of rubble, sinking into ambush positions. Ktonos still had the smile on his face. It was going to be a fun day.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Aowen Darksbane In between blinks, Aowen felt her eyes becoming more and more heavy. Her head shook as she dug her fingernails into her palms, forcing herself to stay conscious. Not yet. Almost .. there ... she reassured herself, reaching back and getting her bow and arrow ready. Even though this situation had a very likely chance of turning into a melee-focused one, she wanted to try to keep her range for as long as possible. If - no, when - the time to change tactics arrived, she would. But not before then. The steps were beginning to feel longer and harder to go through with. Aowen was close to rummaging through the bag and using one of her teleporting scrolls. But finally, she saw signs, tracks that she was close. The adrenaline rush from the sights her crimson eyes had found woke her up. When the realization that the elf was very likely in immediate sight registered to her, she stepped back and hid behind a wall. It wasn't the best she'd had. But if she could keep even part of her body hidden away, it would force them to reveal themselves. And this did go back to the high possibility of enduring a melee encounter, yes. But maybe this could be turned around in her favor despite Aowen being in their territory, their land. Think .... focus .... Her eyes closed as she took slow, calming breaths. The tracks all but spelled out the Drow hadn't gone too far. And most elves knew the basics of their own enemies. Thus, there were probably some mages and wizards among the group. Even if their leader was exempt from that role, the ability to dwindle the numbers would help her out. Her fingers slowly pulled back on the string, placing it parallel to her right ear. Her aim went up higher, more towards the ceiling. And finally, she peeked from around the corner, letting herself be seen for a bit. However, her guess had been correct as she saw that some of the Drow - mages or non - had indeed used levitation. Her aim had already been mostly in the right place. However, she adjusted it quickly yet efficiently as possible before letting go fo the string and allowing the arrow to fly towards one of the floating Drow. Whether it hit or not .. well ... she'd hear soon, maybe see the next time she peeked back out. For now, though, she began notching another arrow. Now more than ever, she was glad her mother had given her this specific quiver. It was enchanted to never run out of arrows, blessed personally by Corellon Larethian himself. As she notched another one, Aowen pulled back yet again and prepared her ankles. They tensed up, ready for her to repeat the pattern of revealing herself long enough to shoot, hide to get another arrow ready, and repeat.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Their pursuit was...good. Better than he'd expected, and perhaps as good as he hoped. The arrow made a good flight, stirinking the shoulder of a floating drow. Breath rushed from the struck man, and Ktonos pointed. The mage amongst them hissed a few arcane syllables, adn waved a hand. The tunnel behind their quarry lit up with blazing light, a wall of flames filling the tunnel to prevent any kind of escape. A series of faint clicks came, small bolts from hand crossbows as they took shots at their prey. Ktonos and a few other stalked forward, Closing range. He knew that he was well shielded from arrows, so made no effort to hide his presence for the moment. He drew out his long bladed weapon, the light from the fire reflecting brightly on the lethal edge of the blade. A few quick gestures had his peple in proper motion. One of them was crouched on the top of a rubble heap, taking careful aim. His handbow was different, a stack of three bolts held in place on the top of it, giving him more shots. The moment she started to swing out for another shot, he fired. And again. And again. Each bolt was highly unlikely to inflict much damage, but each one was tipped with venom that was made specially to weaken, or even subdue a foe.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Warrior he might well be, but Ktonos had always shown his mind to be...flexible when it came to learning things. The art of stealth had been easy to learn, and his piwafwi had always made it easier. But in this moment, he was glad he'd not bothered. His face still split wide with a grin, he shifted his stance and stepped around the rock wall. His blade was sweeping in at a harsh angle, the tip of the enchanted blade striking a line of sparks from the ground. The flames and the sparks gave him illumination to see her with plain vision, and he noted the look and shape of the elf before him. Oh, he was going to be able to enjoy this one, that was for sure. You've followed a long way from home elf! He shouted as he moved in an attack. His blade danced around, three distinct feints the drew the eye easily before swinging in a wide cross swing, the blade turned so that that unsharpened back was leading. He had plans for her, adn he needed her alive for them to reach fruition.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Aowen Darksbane The sound of metal connecting with the ground and sight of sparks reflecting in her red eyes made Aowen look quickly up. Maybe her concentration had been too heavy upon herself? Regardless, she hadn't heard what she had noticed as the leader approaching! Worse off, he was literally all but in front of her! Her left hand pushed her backward, helping Aowen perform a backwards somersault. It wasn't the most in range. But it was something. Weakened or not, his words had no doubt fueled Aowen on. Her eyes narrowed as she forced herself up to her feet, holding the dagger out in front of her as a way to block the incoming blows. As did you given the hell you decided to spread to my home, bastard! she angrily retorted, coercing her ankles to move. One swing became a second, a then a third. Each had a relatively easy timing to figure out. However, by the time the last one approached, the venom had made her grip weaker than usual. So in the midst of placing her blade in front of her, it flew out of Aowen's hand and landed behind the Drow. The dagger had taken most of the impact, at least. But now what? Part of her wanted to beg and plead for mercy. But she wouldn't let herself sink to such pathetic measures yet. Moreover, would he really listen? Not likely. The display she'd seen earlier all but proved that much. She glanced at the eyes across from her before slowly bowing her head, holding her arms up at her sides in defeat. As much as Aowen hated resorting to this, she did know her limits. More than that, she wanted to pass out on her own whim, not from this bastard or the venom. At least that was her preference. Whether she got it or not would be another story. But perhaps if she cooperated ... well hell. It was worth an attempt.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

SHe was fast, moving in a good pattern that Ktonos had to follow to keep up with her. A fight. A real fight. SHe was moving to parry each feint, showing that she was not without some skill in this area. The blade in her hand went pinwheeling away though, as the wound from the small dart had clearly made an impression on her. He widened his stance, ready for her move. She was cornered now, and would likely be at her most dangerous, ready to try a ploy of some kind to get herself...free... She was giving up. She. Was giving. Up. Ktonos had the sudden impulse to carve her chest open and rip the heart from her body. But he also knew that such an act would not salve his mood. His hand shot out, the back of his armoured hand crashing into the side of her face, and he shook his head. He'd been ready to take her seriously, a worthy opponent, one that was worthy of his time and effort. And she quit on him. It was simply not to be bourne. A twist of the hilt on his courtblade had a smaller blade extend from the pommel, a close fighting blade, adn he swept it up her side, ripping the cloth from her body. He tossed his sword to another adnvancing drow, and got a hand around her neck, pushing her back tot he rock wall she'd hidden behind. The look on his face promised nothing but misery. The wall of flames vanished, plunging them back into darkness.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Aowen Darksbane If Ktonos thought he was furious, that was nothing compared to her own inner wrath. It just wasn't as obvious as his own fury. But she was definitely angry, oh gods yes. First her home had been unnecessarily ambushed, then she got hit with a poisoned bolt, and now .. she had been forced to stop a fight. Unfortunately, her logic didn't try to switch around. She wouldn't have been able to do anything for much longer, not like this. The venom was still coursing through her blood and veins. The best fight she would be able to give him was one where at least the poison was gone. Surely, he knew that much. A weak wince passed her lips as her back impacted with the wall behind her. The light ripping sounds made her realize he'd done away with her cloak and hood, allowing for Ktonos to see her hair and eyes much more clearly. Finally, his hand found her throat. A new sensation of desperation entered Aowen. Gods, he's going to outright kill you, isn't he? Just like he did the others .. The fear was enough to make her hands raise and try to slip in between his, pressing desperately against his skin as she tried to seek out any pressure point, any sensitive spot to hit and try to make him let go. Even if she deserved it, Aowen didn't want death. Especially not like this.