Chath Phor

On the outcropping of boulders is where she reclined her shapely form. One booted foot propped against the cool greyish stone, but her attention was not on the person who dared approach her. By the scent and by the noise they made, caused her to be aware of the presence but plainly not acknowledging them. Onyx elven face tilted skywards in what could only be considered as a prideful manner. Those eyes the color of flames intent on something out in the landscape. A mini crimson braid rested on her shoulder with the rest laying like silk on her back. She gives you an opportunity to study her at you leisure, not moving on muscle. On her front a billowing dark violet shirt with long flowing sleeves, the color was so dark it was nearly black in it's pitch. The front was left open to give a glimpse of ebon flesh of collar bone and bust line. There you notice the silver outline of a half mask on her left upper breast, showing her faith. Further down you gaze, blue-black suede breeches mold and conform to her slim and curved leg disappearing in the mid-calve boots that she wore. Little did you know deep within those boots were daggers tainted with a deadly poison and with underneath her sleeves. Daggers concealed all among her person, hidden for a reason. The voice that floats through those tinted ruby teirs shock you for her eyes remained on that same spot, so toneless it seemed:: Ka dos kla'ath Vhaeraun dos inbal naubol ulu treemma natha ussa ::only to finally grace you with her full attention. Unholy light to her red-orange gaze with a deviously sinister smirk cracking those lips at her promise hissed towards you:: Jhal ka naut f'sarn dosst ramoth doer ulu dro

Comson Elg'sahl

The room was cast into darkness save by one flickering glow from a ruby colored candle. Soft light casts a shadowy affect on the silk of her ebony gown, jumping with each caress of the flame's light. The lack of light allows it to be hard to truly descern the coloring of her hair, but when the light hits it just right, streaks of a deep crimson red plainly seen. Ebon points twitch indicating that she was fully aware of another's presence in her chamber, canting her face to the side regarding you with those red-orange orbs with indifference. A bright red spidery charm pasted to her smooth forehead; she did not smile in greeting those blacken tiers pulled into a straight line. But wait, she turned her body in your direction. The first thing noticed was the bodice of her gown, in the shape of a crimson spider wrapping it's legs around her neck with the rest of it's legs circled her back in a deadly embrace. Black tiers began to move forming words, the voice crystal clear with a thick hint of boredom lining it's melodic qaulity.:: Streea zhah bauth ulu sultha areion l'dobor morfeth ukta al'doer ::once more she graces you the visage of her back, no more are you any use to her::

She has another alias when she must flush out the clergy of Lloth, to destroy them for her sister Slyan and god Vhaeraun. It's like the wise man said, to catch a lamb a wolf must take on the identity of the lamb and mingle amongst them to earn their trust before striking. This is her form she takes and name when in the illusion of a Lloth priestess

Matron Ardulace of the tenth noble House of Verin'phor did not have a perfect pregnancy for her latest children from her newest mate Kalannar. Ever since her last son Orgoloth, Queuven, her first mate, had not been able to beget her with any more children. Deeming that Vhaeraun wished a different provider for her latest child/ren. Not that she did not mind for Queuven for he had given her three daughters: Laele, Irruit, Jhanniss, and two sons: Merinid and Orgoloth.     Finally the day/night came when Ardulace experienced a sharpness spreading through her abdomen, the time had come for her latest children to be born. With her oldest daughter and child Laele along with her secondborn daughter Irruit had assisted the delivering process. The first daughter Slyan gave Ardulace some trouble, cutting her horribly from inside, slicking the passage for the youngest twin in blood. It took Chath three hours later, causing her mother continous stress and discomfort before she graced the world. The youngest twin's white hair was dyed red with her mother's crimson blood along with her eyes and body. After the eyes were wiped clean of her mother's blood, revealing red-orange orbs, they resembled the color of flames. Ardulace proclaimed the youngest to be named Flame but in the drow tongue.     Ardulace had this unmistakable feeling that by this, her youngest daughter would somehow be drawn to either the sight of blood or the color of it. Being lucky, Chath grew a fascination with anything red as she grew over the years. Both ladies were trained by the best person within House Verin'phor and that being the first mate Queuven. It was reputed that Queuven was the most skilled with numerous kinds of weapons, nothing made it passed him.    The two lovely drows grew, with both adopting the faith of Vhaeraun and the ways of how to fight to kill the clergy of Lloth followers. It was Slyan's sharp wit that produced the idea of using illusion, and garbing oneself as a priestess of the Spider Queen. In transforming into the look of Lloth's followers, both had adopted a new name and slightly a new personality to fit the look.    Chath herself, continued to be drawn to the color of red, even going out of her way to keep her snowy locks dyed  the crimson shade. Everything that caught her eye held that shade within it. Daggers, jewels (when she allowed herself to adorn them), etc.    When dressed as a cleric of Lloth, she almost seems demonic with her robes and demeanor. Deeming the name Comson Elg'sahl from the House Zolarix Ssinssrine, only two exist from that imaginary house. So deadly, so erotic with Jess Elg'sahl being the matron and Comson being the follower, forever she will follow her twisted and ambitious older twin. Never did Comson/Chath  focused herself on the ideals and desires/wants of her sister's wants. Truly she could care less about herself, but as long as her sister's happiness was granted her own was pacified.    Now she is beginning to doubt what she does for her sister. For while on her way home from roaming around, she took to the darken alleyways to keep her away from prejudgice others, only to find a human man there. After a long while she finally accepting in going to a tavern to speak with him but she is not fond of talking a whole bunch. After their first meeting, he had given her a map and key to his apartments inviting her. And Chath did, curious about the male and why his such niceness to her when all of his kind treats her badly. There they spoke some more, along with him giving her several things to use against the Lloth clergy. One being a ring, and other weapons belonging to her god. Another time she visited him to learn the feel of a man's touch upon her chaste body and touch him in return only to fall asleep in his arms. Away from him for a time cause of her sister, looking for a book no one has ever seen in ages untold. Once returned she visited him, amazed at the unselfish gift he presented to her. A chinese looking gown that he had made himself for her soully. It shocked her clearly for such a gift when he himself had been a slave nearly all his life. That night she broke the boundaries of her chastehood, and spent yet another night in her new lovers arms. Pledging to be with him till he grows tired of her, and yes when death claims on of the two.And now Alex is gone, leaving a daughter in his stead. Kestan

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