Days have passed since Drizzt has fallen to the cowardice of Church. A long triumph Drizzt thought back, no one has ever come close to slaying the beastly undead power of this assasin. *Drizzt pulls out a dagger beneath the skin of his calves* No sign of pain or agony while he pulls a dagger from beneath his own skin, such concentration is immaginable to the unbelieveable pain that could occur during such an action. Wielding the dagger, Drizzt opened his humoungous wardrop of proper clothing, and equipped himself with his finest and certainly most darkest, suit ever. "It has been a long time since I have fallen to any blade" Drizzt said to himself as he spit out the thought. "Tis a great compliment to die to so many though!" Drizzt yelled with a cackle. Drizzt truthfully knows his true potential and role in these realms. People who doubt him only get blocked out completely by Drizzt. The power lies within the true D'sari King, Drizzt. Vox knocked on Drizzt chamber doors.. Making a loud echo throughout the room. Vox entered the room, "Are you ready Drizzt?" asked Vox. "Aye my brother, Aye." Drizzt buttoned his platinum collar. Vox and Drizzt were on there way out the door till Duragon ran up yelling "wait up!".....
To be continued.
It was a dark night, many of a troubles were brewing in the realms of Darkness. Drizzt found himself searching the high and low ends of the realm for the Christmas sword. He came accross Kaiko, Member of the Shadow Church Cult. Currently having a peace treatie withing the Infernal Order of D'sari, being noble as we are, we are not allowed to break the alliance, unless the alliance is broken from the other side. Kaiko promised the lives and loot of Urkon, Assasin of the Stygian, and many members of the Ninth Circle. "What a pleasent thought, the lives of not just circle, but a stygian as well, This will make D'sar very happy" so thought Drizzt. Entering a portal that lead to the common grounds of the Drakyri Isles, coming Drizzt's attention, Kaiko was not alone, he was also fighting along side with Skippy lamer of dominion, and Marley , Assasin of the tainted. Sneaking along the skirts of the area, Drizzt seen them in midst battle with the Ninth Circle, He quickly leaped in striking Thazul dropping him to his knees, Marley thrusted his dagger beheading the Cult Member of Satanists. Drizzt left quickly not to be turned on. Coming back from yet another call from Kaiko, he sounded a little shy, perhaps scared. Asked for my help once more, Drizzt came yet again waited for the Ninth Circle to come back, it was not seconds Drizzt was in the room till he was stabbed in the back by Marley, Kaiko and no doubt Skippy. Drizzt gouged Marley and Skippy for showing such cowardice, leaving Kaiko unblind, Drizzt died in vain. Drizzt has broken the code of D'sari, the one most importan of all. Awakened in my clan hall beaten and bruised, they only stripped me of my cloths, my dignity courage and strength I still have, I will fight again.
To be continued..
"Thou shalt move in secret, exist in shadow and attack in packs."
Drizzt totally lost on where to begin searching for the "Sacred Sword", he awatied entertainment at the local bar and quest shop in Kjeldoran. Soon Drizzt was accomponied by Ranec, the Telepath of the tainted shield. He mocked Drizzt by flexing and buffing, showing that he had more power then Drizzt. Accepting a quest form Wamba that Drizzt had overheard between him and Ranec, He followed Ranec to the site of the quest. When I had arrived Naythyn was already on the move, heading straight for Ranec running down a many of a stairs, Taking a shortcut Drizzt went straight to whom Ranec would deliver the final blow too, Ranec flew in very quickly, swinging with the blunt edge of his blade, causeing Ranec to look a little dazed, Naythyn flew in seconds after destroying Ranecs sanctuary. Swinging again Drizzt knocked Ranec unconsious. Seconds later Duragon arrived fashionably late in to assist the kill. Naything begins using his magics to curse and blind Ranec from escape. Duragon casted the final spells on Ranec to assure our victory. "Ready?" asked Naythyn, Nodding with a slight grin, Drizzt lunged his dagger straight into the back of Ranec really making him bleed all over and you could her the flesh sear and crackle of the might dagger, Ranec fleed quickly, but not fast enough, a loud cry could be heard through the entire floor of the clan tower. Duragon got the final blow with a storm of telekenisis, Naythyn grabbed the pearl that dropped and Duragon looted the corpse. "Well that was incredibly easy" said Drizzt with a low chuckle. "Lets go see what we can find of the Ninth Circle!" suggested Duragon. Duragon, Naythyng and Drizzt all reported back to there clan hall for further briefing.
DOWN WITH CIRCLE!
After finding out new info on the sacred blade, Drizzt is well on his way searching for the Ninth Circles Hideout. Finding nothin of the clan hall Drizzt found some left over remains of Armanons corpse ditched below the Market Square. "This is definately the work of Ninth Circle, no doubt about it." Drizzt said to himself. With Ninth Circle now wielding the sacred sword, I know not whom to target in the line of death. We will just have to kill them all, one by one, or even better, all at once execution style. Knowing a little backround information, Drizzt recalls his past fights with Ninth Circle. "Lets see here, Rauve the assasin, Torment the paladin, Nazira the Barbarian, Thazul the alchemist, Yira and Innos the sorcerers, Hodon and Meli the Telepaths....Me knowing they are pretty dumb, they will let anyone use it, My guess would have to be Nazira, the barbarian...or Torment the paladin...We shall see I suppose." The sun is rising, Drizzt quickly heads back to his chambers to escape the light. Entering the grand hall, such a dark and loud crowded area, Many of a D'sari lay waiting for the moon to rise again so we may take on our enemys. We all are on our own quest, Just maybe we can retrieve this sword.
TO BE CONTINUED
Drizzt entered the great D'sarian hall of the Infernal Order, to a discussion that tickled my evil heart. It was about the "sacred sword". This means Armanon had fallen to the feet of another clan. This is Drizzt chance to step up and retrieve it! Going underground searching for any information that could lead to the "sacred sword". Drizzt found nothing in the underground, underground has not been a good resource for info as of late. The undead assasin found his way to the bar and pulled up a chair to sit. "Beer me!" Drizzt shouted to the bartender. A voice comes from behind him "Drizzt, I hear you seek the blade?" "Yes , I do." "For yourself?" "No, for the brood." "Verywell, it is carried by those of the Ninth Circle." Standing up leaving a few platinum under his pint of dwarven ale. "Why thank you Drizzt." "Thanks for the heads up." Leaving in a hurry Drizzt heads off yet again in search of the sacred blade.....................
TO BE CONTINUED (im fookin tired b'gosh!)
"Errrrr, Why must everyone be so weak...." Drizzt complained to Orin. "Calm yourself Drizzt, You will have your time." Orin insisted. "Do you not feel it! Look at the moon, My thirst is getting to me, I must feast!" Drizzt screamed. "Too many people afraid to die, afraid to emrbace death, so they cower from it like that Armanon fellow, the one who slayn our brethren Dew." Drizzt said more calmly. "Yes, Armanon, he too will have his time." Spoke Orin. "He knows the Sacred sword does not wish to be within his grasp, the sword will kill him if he enters battle, He might as well hand it over to us now for it is rightfully ours." "The more he avoids fighting me the more it boils my blood, I will feast on his corpse I tell you, we all will!" "Drizzt, Calm yourself!" Said Orin for the last time. "I apologize Orin, I must feast, will you accompany me tonight on a run through Kjeldoran , I am hunry and am growing weary of battle." asked Drizzt. Orin nodded and dissipated into the shadows. "Armanon, Your as good as dead, You can run, You can hide, but You will DIE!"
TO BE CONTINUED
"The broods power and numbers is increasing M'lord Darkstar" Drizzt entered the room out of the shadow of the darkest corner. "I have noticed Lieutenant, Have you recruited more pledges to join the rankings?" said Darkstar in a excited tone. "Yes Darkstar, I have searched high and low for the one they call Ozmar, long dead master of sorcery, he has awaken from his tome, and wishs to join the rankings immediatly." "Excellent! Didn't Ozmar have an assistant of Alchemy when he was mortal and wandered the realm?" asked Darkstar. "Aye M'lord, Venix the alchemist of wild fire, He too has awoken and follows Ozmar." Claimed Drizzt. "Well then, lets see to it and make it happen, Any news latlely of the Sacred Sword Lieutenant?" Asked Darkstar in a more serious tone. "Aye M'lord, I have slain the carrier of the sword, but have failed to retrieve it, I am not worthy M'lord, I apologize, please forgive me!" Pleaded Drizzt. Raising his cape and reaching out Darkstar touchs Drizzt's shoulder. "You are doing well Lieutenant, please keep up the good work, You are in command." said Darkstar as he flung his cape and disapeared into the nights sky. "I will avenge ye Dew, I promise."
TO BE CONTINUED!!!! :)
We do not accept Dew's death to one of a Tainted branding, They now have to face the full force of the D'sarian Army that has been building underground, above and beyond. We now rise at this very moment in the death of one of our best Knights who ever served the service. We have lost a sacred sword once carried by Dew. Now carried by Armanon, a stray chicken waiting to be pilvage and PLUCKED, will now have to face a horror beyond immagination, you have not just slayn a dark night, but have started a war that you can not win....Give in to the darkness, live in the darkness. Do you accept? You have not the choice, En Garde!
~Drizzt 'Do Urden, Royal Assasin of D'sar