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Realities of War	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Arianne dodged a particularly powerful swipe from the Nephilim Guard and just barely missed being hit by the Lilium Marauder. Perhaps she had chosen too large a room to hold on her own? She brought her own weapon up and slashed deeply into the marauder, with a satisfying groan, it plunged to the ground at her feet. Again, however, she had no time to relax and turned neatly on her booted heal to attack the Nephilim. She wasn’t as successful with this creature, however. With a mighty slash from its enormous blade, she was sent hurtling across the room. She had managed to avoid serious injury, but she was still injured. She fought off the unconsciousness that was threatening to overwhelm her and dug desperately in her hip satchel for the healing potion as she watched the Nephilim stomp ever closer to her. Uncorking the bottle with her teeth, she drained the contents and flung the bottle away just in time to block the massive sword with her dagger.
She’d been elated when she first bought the naga storm weapon, now it was seeming a poor investment as it was too bulky for her to properly wield. The blade, though appropriately short, was broad, much like a sword’s blade. This in turn made it unusually heavy for a dagger. She’d though that with a wider, broader, blade, it wouldn’t be as prone to being cut in half during a fight. Unfortunately. she hadn’t counted on the negative costs to balance, and overall weight of the weapon. Unable to change her fortunes now, she was stuck with the weapon for the duration of at least the next few months until she could afford a new one to be crafted. Which was why she was in this abysmal catacomb in the first place. She was hoping to gather enough seal stones, valuable resources to many, in order to sell and raise the necessary funds because she’d had no luck selling the wretched dagger to anyone else.
Meanwhile, Aundrin searched the catacomb in an attempt to find and rescue a lost member of his clan. The blasted fool dwarven girl had gotten hopelessly lost, again. She’d been missing for about a week. While her being gone for a week at a time wasn’t unusual, it was the fact that the note she’d left had specifically stated that she was coming here, to the Catacomb of the Apostate. The entire place was a maze of underground rooms and corridors. Unlike many dwarves, she could never find her way out once she went in. Not because she lacked the skill, but because she lacked basic common sense to make note of the directions she took when she ventured inside. Her greed caused her to not pay attention to the direction she headed in, therefore, she never had any idea where to go when she needed to come back out. She was also so averse to magic that she refused to carry scrolls of escape even though they would benefit her greatly, as well as preventing these constant search missions for her. He grit his teeth in aggravation. Oh, his clan leader was going to owe him dearly for this.
Approaching one of the larger rooms deeper within the catacomb, he watched a human woman be sent hurtling backwards through the air by a violent slash of one of the Nephilim’s. Ordinarily he wouldn’t care and move on, but since he was looking for the dwarf, he figured he might as well help the human out and see if she’d seen the dwarf. Hiding himself quickly in the shadows, he approached the Nephilim from behind and then launched upward and onto it’s back, plunging his dagger directly into the creatures helmeted skull. The large creature sank to its knees with a pitiful death moan and Aundrin rushed toward the human woman. She shrank back in fear of him, a reaction he was used to and ignored. He snatched her by one arm and literally dragged her to safety in a long passageway. Once there he took a good look at her. Doom light armor, a poor choice for a dagger, and meager supplies. However, the short red hair caught his attention. He’d always liked humans with red hair. Perhaps it was because it was a feature that elven kind didn’t have?
He waited until she’d properly caught her breath to ask if she was alright. But he could see that she had wounds that needed tending to immediately. He pulled a stronger healing potion from his satchel and applied it directly to some emergency bandages. “This will help you heal faster.” He told her, his voice thickly accented, unaccustomed to speaking the human language.
Arianne squirmed initially as the potion burned like blazes. Once the burning sensation dissipated, she looked him over more closely. Draconic armor with a vesper dagger. Her eyes burned with jealous admiration. She coveted that dagger and wanted one badly, too bad it was so outrageously expensive. Not to mention she knew she wasn’t near skilled enough to warrant owning such an extravagant weapon. His dark hair was spiked upward with gray streaks running through it.
Realizing she was staring rudely, she turned her gaze from him and back toward the room. “What were you doing, taking on a room that size by yourself?” He admonished her lightly. Her armor, weapon, and overall lack of skill told him she didn’t belong there by herself. She glanced sharply at him. “Searching for seal stones.” Her voice was cold, she hated it when people questioned her abilities.
“There are easier dungeons to find them in.” He countered, not quite satisfied with her answer. She shrugged and looked away. “The creatures in those dungeons don’t have as many.” Greedy, he thought to himself. That greed would get her killed. “Well, I won’t stop you from your task,” he informed her, standing up and backing away a few steps. “But have you seen a female dwarf pass by here?” He gave a brief description of the wayward dwarf and Arianne shook her head no as she made a move to once again enter the room. This time however, Aundrin happened to notice a small tattoo on her neck. It represented the clan she belonged to. He swore lightly to himself. Their two clans were enemies, warred with one another. Which meant he was bound by duty to capture her. Realizing this, he changed his tone of voice to one of authority. “Come with me.”
She snapped around to face him. “Excuse me?!”
“You heard me fine, woman.” He stepped closer to her, his body language radiating a direct and very real danger now. “Your tattoo, you’re a member of the clan ThaAerAel.”
“What of it?” She asked warily as she took several steps back and away from him, bringing her hated dagger up for whatever laughable defense it could provide her, he’d killed the Nephilim with such skill she knew she had no chance against him. Her breath hitched in her throat at his next words.
“I am Aundrin, first officer of the clan IymVier.” He let that sink in while watching her face turn white as a sheet.
Arianne cursed her luck. She should’ve listened to her folks back home in Talking Island and never joined a clan that espoused light elven beliefs! It was folly to get involved in a clan that was embroiled in the war between the elves, her parents had said at the time, but since the clan was actually led by a human, she hadn’t thought much of it, still hadn’t, until just now. IymVier had been warred with her clan for years, but she’d never encountered one of them until today. In fact, she’d begun to believe that the dark elven clan had died out. But now, of all things, she’d encountered their first officer! She might as well have encountered the clan lord himself!
Aundrin = Deadly Rogue
ThaAerAel = Vigilant Order of the Knight (light elvish)
IymVier = Immortal Darkness (dark elvish)
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