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Subject: Wasp Author: Impazaeal [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08/31/04 8:48:29pm Tue Clap. Clap. Clap clap clap. Clap clap clap clap clap. The drow clapped their hands, into the beat of the drums as they watched the two duelists circle each other, moving in beat with the rapid pace of the music. It was a game to them, a deadly one. The graceful warriors spinning, every bit and piece of footwork in time as the music, true to teh chaotic nature of the drow, changed suddenly , thus, changing the pace of the duel. Steel rang against steel, in time with the claps, the first one deemed to hit outside the beat would die. The game was quite complex, and favored by many of the drow looking to raise themselves just a bit higher in the ever changing, every evolving society of the dark elves. Elsewhere... Someone else walked to a beat, heard only in his head. He walked alone down the hall of the huge tavern. He walked alone, dressed in vaguely oriental clothing as the many lights hanging from the ceiling somewhat made him feel ill at ease. A sword, curved, held gently against the back of his forearm. It was the former blade of the Escalvone, their Lord's own blade. He had taken a fancy to it. Opening the door as he walked thru, the various human commoners not even taking a notice to him. He was, afterall, a human too. As much as he was a drow. Chuckling , turning a few heads as he went deeper into the tavern. " Enter, Impazaeal. " Came the voice, before he even had his hand upon the doorknob. Chuckling for a moment as he let himself in, staring at the robed figure infront of him as he continued his private amusement. " Well, Impazaeal, has it begun? " " Either way, it has begun....either way. " He replied, chuckling as he bowed, and slowly left the room, and the tavern. Leaving the large city of Da'Shain, far far into the east of Aurora. It would take days, weeks, but his part for the moment was over until... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]