Elven Fantasy Pt. Two.

Thildimar:

Seeming to take no notice of him, the demon ignored Thildimar's retreat. Thil took the beasts arrogence or perhaps stupidity to his advantage. He snuck around through the woods, and came up upon the demon's rear arc, wrapping his sash up along his knuckles, forming a sharp, silk garrot. The drow was holding his own against the beast, but would soon wear out, to be sure. 'Now!' Thildimar thought as he lept upon the demon's back, tossing the silk line between his hands over the demons head and snapping it back, perfectly. It caught the creature around the throat. Thildimar lashed the garrot about itself, so he could keep constant preasure about the demon's throat. It made a horrible choaking sound and instinctively clawed at its own throat. "Now, drow! Do what you can whilst I've distracted him! We may yet take it down!"
 
Thay:

::Seeing the Wood elf's plan take hold, a impish smirk crossed his face. Whispering a few soft words to himself, his blade starts to radiat a soft glow, the runes along its surface pulsing softly. The Drow sinks low into a croutch and with all of the strength he could build within his legs, Thay lept at the beast, driving the sword into its chest where a heart should be located.

The sword stopped against the breastplate, but with momentum in Thay's favor, it broke through and sunk in enough to split the cold heart of the demon in two. Quickly Thay lets go of the sword hilt and cries to Thildimar::

Let go!

::Just as Thildimar releases the grip he has on the demons neck, Thay spins and hurls a kick at the hilt of his sword sending the blade completely through the demons chest.::
 
Thildimar:

Tumbling off to the side, Thildimar kept hold of his silk sash. He came to his feet just as the drows blade burst through where Thildimar had been upon the demons back. He eyed the glowing runes sharply as the creature stumbled backward.

It clasped and tore at its own chest, trying to remove the keen blade from its body. It was too late, the creature was surely dead, it only lacked the realization... Which came, as Thil and Thay watched. With a ground shaking collapse, the demon lay before the two of them, dead.

Thildimar looked over to the drow then, his eyes just as sharp and suspicious as they were when he looked at the sword. "I thank you for your help, but you must know it is practically suicide to come here... Now... Your bastard prince, Undar, and your foul spider queen Lloth have seen to that." Thildimar walked toward Thay, and then, past him, the contempt and bitterness he felt toward the drow written upon his face.
 
Aria:

I was laying in bed thinking about my lost child, and my new love. A love that I couldn't give into until I got my Laryssana back from the drows.

I heard a knock on the door and called out for whomever it was to come in. I should probably be a little wary of whom was knocking at my door, but I was getting lonely.

Rose walked in looking worried. "What is wrong Rose!? Is something wrong with your father, my brother! Pleae tell me!"
I was getting panicky as I waited for her to tell me what was happening.
 
Thay

::As the Demon collapses to the ground, Thay takes a moment to look himself over to see if there are any wounds to his body that may need attantion. After concluding that there weren't any, he retrieved his sword from the demon's chest.

Thay then turned to only to hear Thildimar's comments and to watch him walk by before Thay could get a word in edgewise.::

Undar the bastard prince is dead, and as for the Spider Queen, she has gone mad while she raises her granddaughter to take her place. Underdark is on the verge of disarray, and I need to speak with the Elders of Southwood and ask for their help.

::Thay then wiped his blade clean on the demon's clothes as he waited for the reaction that he was sure was to follow.::
 
Rose:

"Aria! Your brother and I were attacked by a beast and he is still there trying to distract it so that I could get to the village. My father and some men went off to go find him but I want to go myself to make sure everything is alright. Will you go with me?"
 
Aria:

Aria tries to get off her bed, but the pain in her hip is too much for her. "Nay Rose I won't be able to go with you. But hurry and go to them! Make sure they are okay... they are my only hope." I lay back onto the bed, rubbing her hip very lightly. "Go quickly Rose! Nothing can happen to them!" I close my eyes, not wanting to see her leave, cause if she returns again with bad news, well then she will have to go alone to get her babe.
 
"Yes, yes I will go. I will be back with them soon. Nay worry," Rose fleed the room and set out to where she had left Thildimar and trying to track him down to where he now must be.
 
Aria:

She sighs resoultly, and closes her eyes, trying to fall asleep to make the time that they get back quicker. But her worrying dosen't help at all and she stays away, her hands worrying at her quilt, waiting for their return.
 
Re: Thay

Thildimar:

Halting as Thay speaks of the spider queen, calling his sister's flesh and blood the foul creature's grand daughter. The thought of it, the nerve of the bastard drow to even insinuate such a filthy relation between the child and that abomination... Thildimar turned sharply, baring his teeth.

"I warn you, though Undar may have difiled my sister with his tainted seed, if you dare to call my sister's child the grand daughter of that putrid creature your kind calls its 'mother' I will split you, stem to stern." He glared at the drow, hatefully.
 
Giamond:

After gathering three of his best archers and preparing them with a cautionary warning of what they were about to face, Giamond set out with them, and in short order, tracked the beast down by its obvious path. They came into the clearing where Thildimar stood between the drow and the village, and the slain demon lay. Giamond motioned for the archers with him to hang back, sensing that this situation might escelate to blows if it wasn't handled properly.

Edging closer, off to the side of Thildimar, showing himself to the drow in a nonthreatening posture, and making enough noise for Thildimar to know it was one of his breathern approaching, Giamond came to stand just to his side, placing a calming hand upon his shoulder.
 
Rose:

She ran through the woods as quickly as possible. She had found the stump where she had sat earlier and now was following the winding trail of the beast's foot prints. She came to the edge of a clearing and felt her shadows wrap tight around her.

Rose watched Thildimar talking to a drow. What was a drow doing here? Were they after her? Or were they going to hurt Thildimar. She then noticed her father and the three archers and relaxed. The beast was next to them dead.

She grabbed for her dagger and tried to silently get closer to the party without being seen. She got close to listen and hoped no one sensed her.
 
Thay

::Seeing that the subject of the SPider-Queen and the child was a touchy subject for this elf, he quickly got to the point of his coming to Southwood.::

Look I speak for a small group of Drow that wants the Queen-Bitch as dead as you do. As I said she is taking Underdark into madness as she takes care of.....

::nods to the incoming group of elves, sheathing his sword so to show all that he is not here for a physical fight, just a debate should it come to that.::

I need to speak with the Southwood Elders. I have a proposition that would solve all of our woes and set up diplomacy between Southwood and Underdark..

::Hears someone coming to the clearing, his hand coming to rest on the hilt of his sword, just in case he should have to defend himself::

That is all I ask from you, just to speak with the Elders...
 
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Thildimar/Giamond:

Thildimar turned his head away from the staying hand of Giamond, but spoke no further, his jaw set in solid resolve. Giamond eyed him as he passed to come up to the Drow directly.

Giamond took note of the drow's stowing his weapon with a nod and spoke. "You say you speak for a small group of revolutionaries? How small? As I understood it, the spider-queen is not only your progenitor, but treated as a diety figure. To even suggest an action remotely detrimental to her is considered herasey, is it not? "

Stepping back, Giamond lowered his eyes for a moment as the drow spoke of a proposition for diplomacy. "Forgive me, I am asking questions you need only answer to the elders. You're intentions are clearly not hostile, I will take you to the elders, and see if they will grant you an audiance. Please come with me."

Thildimar stood like a statue as Giamond escorted the drow past him, sneering only when the two could not see his face. He broke his stillness and walked several paces behind them. As Giamond and the Drow passed the place Rose was hiding, Thildimar scented her and stopped for a moment, the barest hint of a smile quirking his lip. He strode toward where she hide, in full view of her, so she would not be alarmed by his arival. Crouching down next to her, He reached a hand out and ran his finger tips along her fore arm. "Hello Rose, are you well?"
 
Crone:

The old crone hobbled into Aria's hut to check on her. "Hello pet, how do you feel today?" She said with a some what dried voice, in way of greating. Setting a wooden tray containing a wooden bowl and a woven towl floating in it down the crone turned to face Aria. She took the towl and wrung it out. Finding that Aria was staring up at her, the crone smirked. "I'm here to bathe you... Unless you're uncomfortable. I can certainly call for a fine young buck to take my place." The crone quirked an eyebrow knowingly.
 
Aria:

Aria watched as the old crone walked into her hut, her eyes not leaving her. She sits up in her bed once the crone mentions the bath. She was in need of one before the others got back. And maybe it would help the soreness and pain in her hip. "That would be lovely crone." Her eyebrows perk up at the mention of a young buck bathing her. She does feel guilty because of Giamond, but of course nothing bad will happen. "I would like that nice fine young buck crone. Please bring one to bath me."
 
Thay:

::Nods to the elf -Giamond- as he steps forwards and asks about the Spider Queen::

"Up until Undar became of age and this whole mess with the child, I would agree with that, but now....let us leave it with the fact that should she find out about this attempt, many will lose their lives. That is why I muct hurry and speak with the Elders."

::Follows Giamond as he leads Thay past Thildimar, noticing the tension between them, it seeming to Thay as more of a sibling rivary than any hostilities. Little did Thay know that the Spider-Queen did know of his mission, a spider hanging by a invisible thread from a nearby tree having relaid everything that was said back to her highness.::
 
Crone/Rothalis(The young buck):

"Ah certainly, my pet, I shall send you a particularly delightful one, to be sure." The crone answered exhuberantly, seeming to cast off her old age for but a moment at the notion. As she left she flashed her knowing smile toward Aria one last time.

It was not long before a shirtless young elf male entered, hoisting a wooden tub with him filled with steaming spring water. Flower petals floated atop the water, giving it an almost intoxicating scent.

He turned to her, and she recognized him as the elf, Rothalis.
His mother had grown up with her, and she had seen his birth.
He was a man now though, verile, and very handsome. "M'lady, I am here to give you, your bath." He said, trying to be stately about it, but under that venere, Aria could see that he was reguarding her with a desirous look.
 
Aria:

Aria told the crone thanks before she left the hut to get the young buck, she leaned back aganist the wall wondering who it was going to be. Probably someone that she has seen around the village.

But her eyes went wide as she saw Rothalis walk into the hut with the steaming tub. She could smell the flowers in the tub and took a deep breath letting out a small sigh. She licked her lips as she watched Rothalis put down the tub, making sure he couldn't see.

"I see Rothalis, well I am glad that you are here to help me out. I feel abit embarressed to ask for someone to bath me, but I don't think I could do it by myself. My hip and all."

I sit up in the bed and move to the edge of the bed carefully, her legs hanging over the edge. "I think I might need your help taking my clothes off. If you don't mind that is?"
 
Giamond/Elders:

Giamond led the drow to the elders massive hut that was crafted into the trunk of a living oak. He slipped inside telling the drow to wait where he was and commanding the archers to stand guard.

The four of them stood in silence for several minutes before Giamond was at the huts entrance again, he held the portal open for the drow, motioning for him to enter.

Thirteen elderly elves sat in a circle about the inner cercomferance of the hut, in wooden seats, crafted specifically for each of their specific body shapes. There was a light source that hung in the air above them, a most entrancingly soft greenish glow.

A female elder stood, and opened her arms. "We welcome our drow cousin, and extend our hospitality to him." The woman spoke. Another elder, a male spoke, but did not rise from his seat, his head bowed, his eyes closed, just like all the others, save for the greeting female. "Are you aware that you have been spyed upon, cousin drow?"
 
Rothalis:

He smiled as he listened to Aria's voice, not really hearing her, he was already undressing her with his eyes as he stood before her. When she asked him to help her undress, he snapped back to attention, a sparkle to his eyes. "Certainly, I don't mind at all." He caught himself and restarted. "I mean... Yes m'lady, of course m'lady." He came to her reached out a hand, hesitated, then finally drew the fabric of her shift free of her shoulder. He looked upon her bared shoulder as though he had never seen one before for a moment, then up, into her eyes, his pupils dialating as he did.

He swallowed softly as his eyes drifted to her still covered shoulder and drew the shift away from it as well. Sliding it down, as was the custom of the elves of southwood, a simple way of signifying that all they had came from the earth, and would eventually, in time, return to it.

He laid her back and drew the shift free of her breasts, her stomach, the curve of her hips, and finally her legs and her feet, careful not to cause her broken leg any discomfort.

He set the shift to the side and lifted his eyes back up along her naked form, his lips parting with a soft breath of... Awe?
 
Ari:

She tried to control herself as she was being stripped down to nothing. She gulped when she was finally undressed, her nipples puckering slightly. But she pays them no mind though, cause she dosen't Rothalis to know how she is effeced.

Aria brings herself back up to a sitting postion, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement. She decided to throw out a random question to... be random, and maybe keep her mind off other things. "So Rothalis what have you been up to lately? Just bathing the other lasses in the village?" I give him a small wink, not where I was gonna take it but oh well. Maybe I can hear abit about his other prowsses.

She looks towards the steaming tub with longing. And as soon as he replies to her she wants him to take her into that tub, it was just singing to her blood.
 
Rothalis:

Rothalis was knelt before Aria still as she sat up. His eyes drifted upward to meet hers as she asked her question and winked at him. He blushed, swallowing again and stood slowly over her before answering. "I have been studying sword play, and archery under the tutelage of Giamond, m'lady." He swallowed hard, a blush coming to his clear complected cheeks. "No, m'lady, you will be the first las... I mean... The first lady I have ever bathed." As if to forestall his embarassment at that revelation, and any more equally embarassing questions, Rothalis added. "Allow me to carry m'lady to her bath?" He leaned down, slipping a hand along the crook behind Aria's knee's and placing a supportive hand upon her back. He lifted carefully, afraid it would hurt her hip.
 
Aria:

Aria lets out a tinkling laugh as she watchs Rothalis blush. "Well I hope I make this expierence a pleasureable one for you." She bites her bottom lip softly as she wraps her arms around Rothalis's neck as he goes to pick her up.

He moves her over to the tub and places her gently into the water. Aria lets out a long sigh as she hot water carresses her body. She rests her head back aganist the tub, looking up at Rothalis. "So what is the first thing you are going to be doing to me this morning. Which body part needs to be cleaned first." She chuckles softly, her hand moving out to twirl around one of the flowers.
 
Rothalis:

Aria's tinkling laughter brought a broad smile to Rothalis's lips and nearly made him laugh out loud as well, it was a very infectious sound. "On the contrary, m'lady, I can only hope you experience some pleasure..." He bit his lip just after he spoke. "I mean... I hope I am good enough... I... I only hope to please you, m'lady." Rothalis stumbled over his own words, suddenly feeling horribly embarassed.

Easing her down into the water, Rothalis knelt, his arms sinking under its surface with her, so as to give her the most gentle placement possible.

"I... I..." He couldn't even answer her as he nervously wrung out the wash spunge floating on the waters surface.
 
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