< gets up and turns to leave her room > after he hears the door shut behind him he smiles < i wonder how many others would have gotten away with what i just did > makes his way back out the window and down the wall... moves to his new post on the wall to protect his seeress............ paying cl.ose attention.. but eveynow and than glanceing back up ather window with a longly glance....

Zantheles

The male watched as the youngster moved to stand watch glancing periodically with longing eyes at the Ul'Faerz'unn's window. Hiding a knowing smirk, he remained, as he had for so long observing the progress here, absolutely still. Muscles strained to obey his desire, to remain motionless.

Preparing the way for the Ilharessen, Yathrinen and of course, the Malla Valsharess was no simple matter and any that thought that the Seeress travelled alone, unguarded but by youths and messengers were waels truely.

The sentinel remained, crimson eyes glittering as he watched unwaveringly from his hidden position.

Noamu Chath (styled GrayFlame in the rivvin language) Ul'Saruk d' Melee Magthere

Not far away, a slight figure in a voluminous deep blue robe cradled his head in his right hand while he absently flipped a throwing dagger in a never ending circle in the air with his left. Quite unaware of the Ul'Saruk's presence in performing essentially the same function as his own, he barely registered the flicker of movement from his left before the master of the Melee Magthere receded back into the shadows.

This assignment, given to him personally by the Jabbuk of the Bregan, was not really what he wanted to be doing at this particular point in his life, but he knew that the displaced drow from the UnderDark of the destroyed world they had come from needed to cooperate with each other to a certain extent if they wished to survive.

The Bregan, of course, was still strong. The Bregan would always be strong. Abzzstain and the other leaders had somehow planned for every contingecy. But the others...? The drow of the Temple and the cities? The worshippers of Lloth?

Wholly dependent on Lloth as the guiding force of the society, could they survive even a brief separation from her will? For that matter, did Lloth even exist anymore? The cataclysm which had begun in Neverwinter had doubtlessly spread throughout the realms. Suvantar had certainly not felt any divine presence trying to put a stop to the whole mess. Of course, if one was ask any of the spider queen's fervent worshippers, they would doubtlessly say that the whole thing pleased Lloth because it was an exercise in chaos and blah, blah, blah...

Utter nonsense. Lloth had been as taken by surprised as all the other realms deities had been. Otherwise, one of the 'benevolent' ones would have stopped the whole damn thing from happening.

And for that matter, he considered briefly, though he was not a terribly religious sort, did his own chosen deity, Vhareun, exist anymore?

He shrugged. Pointless meanderings.

In the darkness, he lurked and waited, not even bothering to tell the other drow of his presence. If they felt him or noticed him, so be it. The Ul' Saruk knew who he was, though he could not recall ever having met the royal seeress. It might be interesting to speak to her, though, to determine whether her perceptions rivaled those of the long dead Angilynne, his brother's lost love and, perhaps, the harbinger of Zaradde's doom.

Oh, well, he mused, to promises long remembered.

Suv

Sole remnant of House Barrison Del'Armgo

BDA

Devotions made...

Prayers answered...

...it was coming together

Lloth would be pleased

Tohrm walked around the CrakSkul Compound .... Gruften being the only CrakSkul to make the journey to the new realms as yet. The others staying behind to clean up a few loose CrakSkul ties. Tohrm strode around the new CrakSkul Delves and everything seemed to becoming along nicely. The new brewing room was deep into its first batch of ale. A deep fungus ale that Tohrm couldnt wait to down as soon as it was done brewing. The problem he saw with this new realm was that he and Gruften might just possible drink the ale faster then they could brew it. " GORDUL !!! Wher'en be dat Slag WyrmTongu' Gorblumb wens ye needs da lad !!!", Bellowed forth the Mordin Suld of CrakSkul.

As he walked and surveyed the compound he couldnt help but think something truly was missing from the CrakSkul delves, yet he couldnt quite figure out what it was. He entered the fungus and schroom growing room and a regal smell floated up too his burly nostrils and he inhaled deeply. A small grin creased his lips ... Truly , this was beginning to be home. And yet he noticed no work being done !!!!

He saw the goblins all tugging at thier slave chains and trying to escape as the duergar guard was fast asleep. In a flash that belied his burly size, Tohrm CrakSkul soon had his guantled hand about the throat of sleeping guard. Whose eyes were now bulging from the force and lack of air that Tohrms grasp produced. The strength of the CrakSkul leader was legandary and this once again inforced that as Tohrm without effort lifted the guard up off the ground and stared into his eyes. The guards legs dangled, and flailed about in futility. Tohrm bellowed forth a curse and his rank spittle hit the guard full in the face, the Goblin slaves could only watch in horror at the display of power they were witnessing.

Tohrm with the struggling guard firmly in his grasp walked confidently to the door of the "growing" room. He reached into a pouch that was always on his person, and pulled forth a Dark Mithril Spike. He held the struggling guard up above his head and placed him directly in the center of the large oaken door. He grinned in pleasure as his gauntled hand reared back with the spike and then plunged deep into belly of the guard. The guard hung from the Dark Mithril Spike, barely Clinging to life, His arms and legs rigid from blow and oncoming death that was coming to claim. Tohrm wihtdrew a Dark Mithril Hammer from the pouch, and raised it back in his gloved hand. It struck the spike...... A metal Ping driving deep into the caverns .... The others in the CrakSkul caverns knowing full well that this was the sound, that drove terror into the common duergars of Clan CrakSkul. Trul y the mordin Suld had now made his presence known. He wiped his face which was know splattered in the now dead guards blood and grinned. He could hear the goblin slaves behind him resume their work with an unbefore seen vigor and new sense of purpose. NOW HE WaS TRULY HOME !!!!

Tohrm CrakSkul Mordin Suld Mithril Spike Driver Taerin To Grissella Dragon Tamer CORL NOROGH WURGYM !!!!!

This is the first of many parts. I know I could post the entire message/story, but what fun will that be? I hope you enjoy the first of the many parts of

IT STARTS IN A NEW WORLD

Riklaunim stands over the body of the Elf Lord Legous. "Dam you and your dark race," the lord spat. Riklaunim chuckles at this, " Legous, the once mighty and Master of the Starym Moonblade...." Riklaunim's vision blurs and he gets dizzy. He rested on one knee to lessen the effect, and after a couple of minutes it subsides. "...As I was saying you lost because of you lack of faith, and strength, but I am woundering what crossed you mind once you found out that your daughter and son were killed?" "Killed," asked the Lord. "Oh, I am sorry I guess I should have informed you of this be we started, then you might of fought better." "No," Legous groaned, "You bastered...we should have killed your entire race off during the Great War instead of driving you underground." Riklaunim chuckles... "Yes maybe you darthiir should have done then, but now it is too late, but I will let you know I only killed your son, not your daughter...lets see if I can remember what happened to her...Ah yes, but let me put it to you this way.... The birds in that region will not be eating for a couple of weeks...before I depart you let me leave you with a vision..."

More to come......

Rik`Launim Lylyl

COUNT... FROM IT STARTS IN A NEW WORLD

IT STARTS IN A NEW WORLD P2

Riklaunim knelled next to the seriously injured elf, and Rik place his Holy Medallion of Lolth on his forehead, and whispered. A faint glow raided from the medallion and the light flowed into the injured elf. The wounds on the elf started closing and he breathing eased. Then the only thing that was heard was his cry then all was silent. Rik walked over the Moonblade and pulled out the scroll, and begun reading from it. Rik then placed the medallion upon the blade as the scroll instructed. A brilliant blue light flashed from the blade as if to ward off the evil from the medallion, but then the medallion started flickering with a black, mauve-edge radiance of its own flashed to counter the blue light. The lights battled for servile minutes, but in the end black light overcame the blade's defense. A voice flowed into Riklaunim's head, "Very good Riklaunim, we are please. Now there is one more quest you must do, and that is you must give this blade to the Ulfaerz'un'arr Legora. She is no longer on this plane and we know you no longer have the means to get where she is at, so this will be the only aid we give you." Riklaunim turned around to see the speaker, and he saw a yochlol standing in the middle of the room. A shimmering portal appeared affront of the yochlol. "Go," it demanded, "N O W!" Riklaunim picked up the sword and jumped into the portal...

More to come at a later date........

Rik`Launim Lylyl

Ceud Mile Failte! To all ye goodly (and badly ;>) lads and lasses. Please accept this barrel o' Misneach courtesy o' Cestus Caledonia . 'Tis made from a recipe passed down thru me family for generations. 't means 'courage', but we've ne'er been able t' tell whether that'd be what it gives ye while drinkin' it, or what ye been needin' the next morn t' suffer the revenge o' it! ;>

The braithrean and peathraichean would like t' bid ye all an cuireadh (invitation) t' be joinin' us at Tuiteam Feargach Tavern (The Angry Badger) t' share some dannsadh an cantainn or dancin' and singin' if yer so inclined ;>. Know that ye needn't be o' the Highlands to partake of our libations, jest bring yerself and a sense o' good humor and ye shall always be welcome in our halls.

Please be leavin' the spiders outside o' the doors tho' ::shudder:: ;>

QUICK NOTE: All of my posts relating to It Starts in a New World is placed before the great cataclysm. I am sorry I did not point this out when I started.

IT STARTS IN A NEW WORLD P3

After the portal closed the yochlol floated over to Elroundious and looked down. "Yes.... It mused to itself we are pleased. If only they knew what is going to happen."

Legous woke up, "What a nightmare..." The lord's high priest walked into the room. "My lord what happened, I thought you were sleeping on the bed and not the floor." "I have no idea how I came to be on this cold floor Qualithra. I guess I fell asleep on it after the party last eve." "Really my lord, you should watch what you drink," chuckled Qualithra. "Very funny old friend." Legous stood up finally, and they both laughed. "I will admit I feel changed somehow Qualithra." "Really Legous how so?" "It's hard to put my finger on it, but it seems as if a part of me is missing." Legous shrugged, "I guess its nothing." "Good my lord. Now we can get you read to turn your sword to the next in line..." "Sword? What sword are you talking about Qualithra?" "Why the Moonblade of course." "I don't remember having a Moonblade old friend." "Ah, I see the game you're playing Legous." With that Qualithra raised his holy medallion in the air cast a spell to make all magic glow. Strangely he saw nothing, but when he looked at Legous's face. He cried, "Legous! What form of evil possessed you?" "What do you mean," Legous demanded. "I mean your face... It has that dark goddess Lolth's symbol upon it!" Legous turned and looked in the mirror, and sure enough there was a faint bluish glow on it. With that everything from the night before flooded into his mind at once. Legous screamed in terror as he heard a soft, cruel feminine chuckle. Qualithra ran to the side of his life long friend and lord, but he was too late...

More to Come

Rik`Launim Lylyl

IT STARTS IN A NEW WORLD P4 and FINAL PART

Riklaunim stepped out from the portal to find himself in a cave. These was only one way out of Riklaunim looked around to see if he knew where he was and to his surprise he has never been here. He noticed a door in front of him. He cast a simple cantrip so that if anything disturbs the door he will know of it. "At last I can heal these damn wounds. Who would've have known that the bastered blade was so powerful..." Riklaunim called upon the power of his medallion of healing. After he used it the medallion turned into dust because these were no more charges left in it. He opened the door to find an another chamber, but this one was as big as his house's entry hall. When he turned around to shut the door he noticed that the door was no longer there. He put his piwafwi on, so that he can hide from any unwanted eyes. He walked to the other end of the room until he spotted two drow standing guard. Riklaunim silently moved to the side of one of the guards. HE grinned to himself knowing that this drow is dead. Silently pulling out the dagger from its hiding place. He found that space between the ribs and over the heart and thrust the dagger in. The drow died with out making a sound. Then he proceeded with the other drow within seconds he was dead as well. Riklaunim searched one of the dead drow to find out what house he was from, but the dead drow didn't have one and the other one didn't either. He opened the door to discover himself that he was in a throne room of some sort. In the middle of the room he saw a throne, and a figure sitting upon it. The figure spoke, "Welcome Riklaunim there is no need to hide within your piwafwi, for I knew you were here the moment you killed the guards. Now come to me." Riklaunim approached the throne as commanded. Riklaunim dropped to one knee and greeted the powerful female drow, "Vendui` Ulfaerz'un'arr Legora. I have completed the quest as ordered and I am to give you the Starym moonblade as commanded." "Very good Riklaunim," she said licking her lips, "Now give it to me so I can make the portal that binds Rilauven to here stable." Riklaunim stood up and gave the sword to Legora. Legora's eye flash with joy now that there is a secure way for the drow of Rilauven to enter this world. "Riklaunim you have no idea how much you please me this day. These is one more item... You will find this world different then from Neverwinter, for I trust you know what happen in Neverwinter if not I am sure you will learn very soon. Now standby until I have a use for you." "Malla Ulfaerz'un'arr I have one more gift." Legora raised her eyebrows, "Really? Riklaunim and what can that be." Riklaunim produced a small sack, which contained servile scrolls. He handed the first of the scrolls to her and said, "These are a record of the quest. I hope you find them pleasing." Legora accepted the scroll and the sack, and waved Riklaunim away. After Riklaunim left the room she opened the first of the scrolls and begun to read....

Rik`Launim Lylyl