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OOC.. Parts taken
Prince-Elvenoff
Princess- Annisthyrienne
open positions: Any
The greens and browns of the forest canopy colored the grounds and hills that surrounded the elven palace, the gentle flowing waterfall filled the large cavernous halls with harmony, but harmony wasn’t what gripped this nation it was war, a war that should have never started. First it started over the difference of beliefs, moved to the difference of one’s skin color then went to one’s pride. Elvenoff’s father king Lithroious was the cause of this action, he was to prideful to call a lower of arms, for this would taint the views of outsiders on the power of the high elves. Elvenoff didn’t know the reason for the Drow to continue to fight for they were in the same troubled state.
Heavy lids covered the strained and tired blue eyes of Elvenoff as he stood upon the marbled balcony which overlooked the gardens of Landreth; such beauty and peace wasted, for this garden was accomplished by both before the Drow were outcast some centuries before his birth. He wondered why those times could not be brought back.
“You called for us, Milord?” A voice beckon from behind him. With a slight sigh, Elvenoff turned toward the commander of his secret guard, strands of his long black hair cascaded over his eyes briefly before being pushed back over his ear. “Yes commander,” he paused for a moment to recalculate his decision before giving the order. “I want you to capture and bring back the Princess of the northern Drow to me.” His long, and slender body straightened, “I know this task will be a difficult one and a dangerous one, but for this war to come to an end we must accomplish this task, and the task that comes after her capture.” He paused and looked upon the commander with great concern, “Enough of our people have died in this ridiculous war and someone must try to bring it to an end. I hope I have your support commander.” The commander didn’t hesitate, “By your command, Milord.” a strong arm shot across his chest in a respectful salute, “ We leave within the hour.” with that said the commander swiftly left the room.
“Pray to Loren commander that you are successful .” Elvenoff whispered into the approaching night. His thoughts refocusing upon the plan of action…
Mekil, Commander of the secret guard looked upon his small squad of elven fighters, they all knew what the mission was and the danger what came with it but they stood their ground when the commander gave permission for any whom wish not to go.
“The kingdom is in your debt.” was his words when the group departed and headed for the drow kingdom. The maps, given to him by the Order of the Black wizards, was nestled under his saddle for safe keeping for these maps were the key in getting the princess for it show the secret paths that would by pass some of the Drows’ security posts.
The tunnel system was massive, it’s complex maze design and traps would have killed thousands and proved detrimental for any large penetrating force. A slight sigh of relieve came to the commanders lips as the large Drow community came into view. The ridge shielded by darkness gave them a place to hide and watch the movements of the Drow patrols. “There.” claimed the commander as he pointed to the large building, it’s obsidian black and gold frame gleamed with power. Several gardens and heated ponds surrounded the palace.
“We wait and watch.” replied the commander as his squad moved about taking several view points of the area hoping to get a good glimpse of the patrols and a glimpse of their target, the princess.
OOC.. Parts taken
Prince-Elvenoff
Princess- Annisthyrienne
open positions: Any
The greens and browns of the forest canopy colored the grounds and hills that surrounded the elven palace, the gentle flowing waterfall filled the large cavernous halls with harmony, but harmony wasn’t what gripped this nation it was war, a war that should have never started. First it started over the difference of beliefs, moved to the difference of one’s skin color then went to one’s pride. Elvenoff’s father king Lithroious was the cause of this action, he was to prideful to call a lower of arms, for this would taint the views of outsiders on the power of the high elves. Elvenoff didn’t know the reason for the Drow to continue to fight for they were in the same troubled state.
Heavy lids covered the strained and tired blue eyes of Elvenoff as he stood upon the marbled balcony which overlooked the gardens of Landreth; such beauty and peace wasted, for this garden was accomplished by both before the Drow were outcast some centuries before his birth. He wondered why those times could not be brought back.
“You called for us, Milord?” A voice beckon from behind him. With a slight sigh, Elvenoff turned toward the commander of his secret guard, strands of his long black hair cascaded over his eyes briefly before being pushed back over his ear. “Yes commander,” he paused for a moment to recalculate his decision before giving the order. “I want you to capture and bring back the Princess of the northern Drow to me.” His long, and slender body straightened, “I know this task will be a difficult one and a dangerous one, but for this war to come to an end we must accomplish this task, and the task that comes after her capture.” He paused and looked upon the commander with great concern, “Enough of our people have died in this ridiculous war and someone must try to bring it to an end. I hope I have your support commander.” The commander didn’t hesitate, “By your command, Milord.” a strong arm shot across his chest in a respectful salute, “ We leave within the hour.” with that said the commander swiftly left the room.
“Pray to Loren commander that you are successful .” Elvenoff whispered into the approaching night. His thoughts refocusing upon the plan of action…
Mekil, Commander of the secret guard looked upon his small squad of elven fighters, they all knew what the mission was and the danger what came with it but they stood their ground when the commander gave permission for any whom wish not to go.
“The kingdom is in your debt.” was his words when the group departed and headed for the drow kingdom. The maps, given to him by the Order of the Black wizards, was nestled under his saddle for safe keeping for these maps were the key in getting the princess for it show the secret paths that would by pass some of the Drows’ security posts.
The tunnel system was massive, it’s complex maze design and traps would have killed thousands and proved detrimental for any large penetrating force. A slight sigh of relieve came to the commanders lips as the large Drow community came into view. The ridge shielded by darkness gave them a place to hide and watch the movements of the Drow patrols. “There.” claimed the commander as he pointed to the large building, it’s obsidian black and gold frame gleamed with power. Several gardens and heated ponds surrounded the palace.
“We wait and watch.” replied the commander as his squad moved about taking several view points of the area hoping to get a good glimpse of the patrols and a glimpse of their target, the princess.
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