Elves, Drow, and Power

The sinister stare of this drow darted about in the dimming sky of the evening on the outskirts of the place the elves called "Tel'Ruid". An odd presence he felt for such a long time in the elve's refuge, as if something tugged at his heart and tried to push him away or tell him not to disturb this area. This would not stop Solaufein, former noble of house Jael't, from his studies of the arcane. The quiet figure slinked up behind the large tower near the outskirts and he glanced up to see a congregation gathered around something he could no see.

The elves stood in a small circle chanting prayers as magic swelled in the area and Solaufein's eyes widened with greed at such a feeling that surrounded him. The elves were guarding something of power! So his battles in searching at the elven home was not in vain. He crept up to the back of the building and listened in on the chanting, but to no avail all he could decipher was just the babbeling of those heathenistic elves, he smirked evilly as he crept around the temple and near the front door. Soon a rather couragous elf dashed out of the front doors and his eyes set wide on the drow as he brought his bow up to aim at Solaufein's chest. Solaufein's eyes narrowed in anger as he side stepped the first arrow and chanted quietly to himself and let loose a spell at that foolish elf, the elf winced in pain as he turned to call his friends his voice stop abruptly in this throat as a small dart stuck in his neck. The elf turned with an odd look of confusion before falling face flat on the ground uncouncious.

Solaufein crept up more but the voices of the elves rang through the air as he looked up to the balcony he could see the elves sprinting in his direction. But how did they hear him!? He was absolutely silent as always and yet they detected his presence! He cursed to himself and looked for a place to hide, he slinked off into the forest and hid behind a tree and steadied his breath as to not be heard as the soft padding of elven boots trotted behind him. His sinister gaze took a dare and peeked around the trunk of the tree and to his curious gaze he saw what was a priest, the priest was shouting commands as he clutched something in his hand and Solaufein's angry glare became that of mischeivious greed. That priest held that magic the drow has been feeling! His quick gaze darted about and he snuck silently behind the preist and murmured another spell to himself, and suddenly the contorted look of surprise was on the priest's face as his muscles ceased and Solaufein kicked the elf in the back of the knees harsh and snatched what was in the elf's hand.

A seed? But such power was held in it, he could feel it!

"Tal! N'uma! The drow has the seed! Come all, kill the drow!! I'quelin dhaeraow naa ba dhaeraow!!!"

Solaufein's eyes widened as he saw the whole gathering of elves charge him with fury in their eyes and blades in hand, or spells on their lips. Frantically he pulled out some darts and threw them quickly at the elves before he darted off into the woods. Two elves fell to sleep off their steeds but it helped not, for the gathering was many and there was only Solaufein, with seed in hand running into the forest. The drow slid to a stop and darted behind a tree, seed still tightly clutched in his hand as he caught his breath and tried to calm him nerves. But the clop of horse hooves and the shouts of angry elves broke his concentration and he broke into a sprint once again.

The elves caught sight of the drow and urged their steeds to break neck speeds as the drow ran, one of the elves caught up. The golden haired elf sneered at the drow with his broad sword held high and brought his foot into Solaufein's back and with this the drow triped violently, losing the seed from his hand. The elves cheered as they all went to gather up their tender package that was in the dark slender hands of one of their most hated foes. With this Solaufein limped off into the woods, another night the seed will be his he told himself...

One night...it will be the drow's...

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> The sinister stare of this drow darted about in the dimming sky of the evening on the outskirts of the place the elves called "Tel'Ruid". An odd presence he felt for such a long time in the elve's refuge, as if something tugged at his heart and tried to push him away or tell him not to disturb this area. This would not stop Solaufein, former noble of house Jael't, from his studies of the arcane. The quiet figure slinked up behind the large tower near the outskirts and he glanced up to see a congregation gathered around something he could no see. > The elves stood in a small circle chanting prayers as magic swelled in the area and Solaufein's eyes widened with greed at such a feeling that surrounded him. The elves were guarding something of power! So his battles in searching at the elven home was not in vain. He crept up to the back of the building and listened in on the chanting, but to no avail all he could decipher was just the babbeling of those heathenistic elves, he smirked evilly as he crept around the temple and near the front door. Soon a rather couragous elf dashed out of the front doors and his eyes set wide on the drow as he brought his bow up to aim at Solaufein's chest. Solaufein's eyes narrowed in anger as he side stepped the first arrow and chanted quietly to himself and let loose a spell at that foolish elf, the elf winced in pain as he turned to call his friends his voice stop abruptly in this throat as a small dart stuck in his neck. The elf turned with an odd look of confusion before falling face flat on the ground uncouncious. > Solaufein crept up more but the voices of the elves rang through the air as he looked up to the balcony he could see the elves sprinting in his direction. But how did they hear him!? He was absolutely silent as always and yet they detected his presence! He cursed to himself and looked for a place to hide, he slinked off into the forest and hid behind a tree and steadied his breath as to not be heard as the soft padding of elven boots trotted behind him. His sinister gaze took a dare and peeked around the trunk of the tree and to his curious gaze he saw what was a priest, the priest was shouting commands as he clutched something in his hand and Solaufein's angry glare became that of mischeivious greed. That priest held that magic the drow has been feeling! His quick gaze darted about and he snuck silently behind the preist and murmured another spell to himself, and suddenly the contorted look of surprise was on the priest's face as his muscles ceased and Solaufein kicked the elf in the back of the knees harsh and snatched what was in the elf's hand. > A seed? But such power was held in it, he could feel it! > <I>"Tal! N'uma! The drow has the seed! Come all, kill the drow!! I'quelin dhaeraow naa ba dhaeraow!!!"</I> > Solaufein's eyes widened as he saw the whole gathering of elves charge him with fury in their eyes and blades in hand, or spells on their lips. Frantically he pulled out some darts and threw them quickly at the elves before he darted off into the woods. Two elves fell to sleep off their steeds but it helped not, for the gathering was many and there was only Solaufein, with seed in hand running into the forest. The drow slid to a stop and darted behind a tree, seed still tightly clutched in his hand as he caught his breath and tried to calm him nerves. But the clop of horse hooves and the shouts of angry elves broke his concentration and he broke into a sprint once again. > The elves caught sight of the drow and urged their steeds to break neck speeds as the drow ran, one of the elves caught up. The golden haired elf sneered at the drow with his broad sword held high and brought his foot into Solaufein's back and with this the drow triped violently, losing the seed from his hand. The elves cheered as they all went to gather up their tender package that was in the dark slender hands of one of their most hated foes. With this Solaufein limped off into the woods, another night the seed will be his he told himself... > One night...it will be the drow's...
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