Of rings and rubies.

Christina stood slaving over her forge, deep in the forests of Yew. Tirelessly, she crafted the small pieces of jewellery.
After some time, she held them up one by one. Each was a perfect likeness of the others, a light almost weightless iron, tightly woven together to form the necklace. A small red ruby set in each of them began to glow faintly as she removed her glove and revealed a beautifully made golden ring.

Christina rubbed it softly, the ring, possessing its own ruby, and engraved in ancient runes glowed brightly in the presence of the necklaces. She smiled softly to herself and began a murmuring chant, moving her hands around the necklaces as though weaving oversized ropes.

Completing the spell with a short laugh, Christina placed all but one of the necklaces in her pack. The other necklace she held, moving towards her unconscious, drow victim. "Wake up now..." She threw her voice throughout his sleeping mind. The drow sargtlin awoke, startled, blood still dripping from the wounds in his neck. "Put this on", she handed him the necklace once again throwing her voice in to his mind. Weak from his wounds, the drow warrior reluctantly placed the jewellery around his neck and fastened it. "You know your mission, drow." She drowned his mind with images and whispers of descruction and murder. "Drink of this" she sprinkled a fine black powder in to a blood filled goblet and handed it to him. He drank, and felt refreshed. "Now...run along, do you what you must" The ruby on his necklace shon brightly as she flashed her ring in its presence. The drow turned and burst through the door, breaking in to a run, in the direction of Tel'Ruid, the images Christina left in his mind flashing back and forth accompanied by her cruel voice, commanding him to kill.

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> Christina stood slaving over her forge, deep in the forests of Yew. Tirelessly, she crafted the small pieces of jewellery. > After some time, she held them up one by one. Each was a perfect likeness of the others, a light almost weightless iron, tightly woven together to form the necklace. A small red ruby set in each of them began to glow faintly as she removed her glove and revealed a beautifully made golden ring. > Christina rubbed it softly, the ring, possessing its own ruby, and engraved in ancient runes glowed brightly in the presence of the necklaces. She smiled softly to herself and began a murmuring chant, moving her hands around the necklaces as though weaving oversized ropes. > Completing the spell with a short laugh, Christina placed all but one of the necklaces in her pack. The other necklace she held, moving towards her unconscious, drow victim. <i>"Wake up now..."</i> She threw her voice throughout his sleeping mind. The drow sargtlin awoke, startled, blood still dripping from the wounds in his neck. <i>"Put this on"</i>, she handed him the necklace once again throwing her voice in to his mind. Weak from his wounds, the drow warrior reluctantly placed the jewellery around his neck and fastened it. <i>"You know your mission, drow."</i> She drowned his mind with images and whispers of descruction and murder. <i>"Drink of this"</i> she sprinkled a fine black powder in to a blood filled goblet and handed it to him. He drank, and felt refreshed. <i>"Now...run along, do you what you must"</i> The ruby on his necklace shon brightly as she flashed her ring in its presence. The drow turned and burst through the door, breaking in to a run, in the direction of Tel'Ruid, the images Christina left in his mind flashing back and forth accompanied by her cruel voice, commanding him to kill.
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