The cell was dark and cold, the walls slick with a wetness. The smell of burning oil was thick in the air, wafting up from torches outside the bars of the small ten foot square room. The floor had a thin layer of straw across it, but Drannons feet were a foot above touching the warm straw. The Ranger hung from shackles on the far wall of the cells barred doorway. Stripped down to his loincloth, and his head still slick with fresh blood... Drannon could only struggle against the cold wall against his bare back. His green eyes looked up through wet stringy brown hair tward the dim light in the hall before him. He could hear the distant sounds of the dark elves language echoing through the halls outside. Though none of them resembled the high pitched tone of the red robed wizard named Severon. The drow mage had visited him often during his recent capture, and had used spells and foul incantations on him already. Spells that made him speak of thing he'd rather not tell the enemy. He felt as if his mind had been violated, yet still had faith in his plan.

Drannon had tried many times to locate the drows stronghold within the Elmshade area, but had always come up empty handed. The drow were very good at hiding their tracks and eluding discovery. So he and Pheryl came up with a plan... one he knew would not be supported by his wizard friend Arienne so he kept it secret from even her. He would allow himself to be captured by the drow in order to root them out. So far everything was going to plan, now all he had to do was wait for the right moment to make his escape. He had not anticipated the mage reading his mind, which he thought would surely reviel his plan. However the mage was not interested in how he came to be there, but more interested in other details of the ruins, and mages of Elmshade. His capture was apparently convincing enough not to raise their suspicions, and so his plan remained safe. He would continue to play the part of the prisoner... until the time was right to strike. He grinned slightly as his toungue flicked the metal lockpick hidden in the gums of his teeth. A painful thing he had to do to hide his ace, but would hopefully proove frutful in the end. But first... he wanted them to think him a dead man.... and perhaps get them to reveal some information to him before he escaped. If he lived that long that is.

 

 

Inside one of the many rooms located inside the drows hidden magical tent, there was pain. The guards standing outside the room door would squirm nervously as the screams washed over them. The two warriors were elite, some of the top warriors in Lord Nashs army. Dressed in the half plate of House of Zerenexus soldiers. A large bat figure surrounded by dark stars and ancient drow writing adorned each of their breast plates. The house symbol, and rest of the armor was pure adamantium accented with adamantium chain and voilet leather. They each had magical blades and could use them well, along with the poisoned darts, and unarmed combat all of Nashs warriors knew. They feared little and even less would shake their strong wills and devotion to their Lord. However tonight they looked to one another nervously, and obviously uneased. They figited with their sword pomels at their belted waists, getting worse with each horrid scream that seeped through the doors cracks. The door to Nashs head mage and advisor... Master Severon. The drow mage had company this evening, a captured local of the village to torture and squeeze for information. the tales of Severons torture tactics were legendary in Shadowgate, and even these two had to wonder what magical terrors the wizard was using to cause such screams. They both fianlly walked off together down the hall.... deciding to watch the door from a greater distance.

Inside the screams were much louder, and the smell of bood permeated the air. The room itself was a large 40X40ft. area, with the entire floor covered in elaborate rugs and furs. The walls were lined with shelves, and packed full of books, scrolls, and strange liquid filled bottles. There was a large desk and high back leather chair littered with maps, scrolls, and devices. Large candelabras stood in the corners providing a soft candlelight throughout the room. In the center was a large flat metal table, equipted with straps and chains it looks to be some sort of examining table that could hold down the strongest humanoid. Smaller tables sat around it stacked with smaller bottles, viles, and surgical instruments. Strapped down to the table was a stripped bare human male, the local Ranger of the area. The red robed drow mage standing up next to the table had already long ago got the humans name.... Drannon Wyvernscraft. Severon had always took pleasure in his work , and was very successful at it. So far Drannon was very forth giving with information, and those he wasnt... well... the drow wizard had other ways to get to those.

Severon leaned over Drannons chest, which currently had several pins holding back his skin, and exposing the muscle tissue below. He held a long scissor shaped tool which gripped a marble sized black orb in one hand, and the other used another tool to spread open an incission inside the Rangers abdomen. He smiled wickedly as he twisted and turned the prong object forcefully, causeing the human to scream even louder. Nash looked into Drannons face and spoke loud.... "This must really hurt... especially since I didnt use any anesthesia, but I dont mind your screams..." He grinns evily as he rams the black orb into the open wound deep. Drannons scream strains his vocal cords to their maximum and then trailing off into silence. Drannons eyes roll back into his head, and he passes out. " ...its all music to my ears. Too bad the concert is over... for now anyway." Severon chuckles... then lightly laughs..... until finally laughing loudly as he begins to stitch up the human. He only wished he could be there when the Ranger walked up to one of those Trinity mages.

 

The drow wizard finished documenting the procedure, and slammed the book shut. Severon looked back to the human laying limp on the operating table. The symbiote had sucessfully been implanted, and the healing salves were taking care of the wounds. Nash didnt want him to show a sign of the procedure, so he was forced to heal up the human to perfection. However the trama was apparently too much for the man... he was still passed out cold. He stood up and walked over to the side of the room where some pegs on the wall were holding a sak of cloths. Pulling them out, he turned back around to face the table. In an instant... he was forced back against the wall, a sharp blade at his throat. Severon had never been surprised, how could a simple human... he lost train of thought as Drannons deadly eyes stared back into his own.

Severon dropped the cloths, and held his hands up. His voice was a little shaky... "Now, now..... Calm down Drannon. Dont do anything foolish."

"What did you do to me?!" Drannon replied in a deep animalistic voice.

Severon shook his head... "What are you talking about? I didnt do anything to you."

"LIAR! The surgury!" Drannon tightens the pressure on the wizards throat, drawing a little blood.

Severon squirms... "oh... that..."

Drannon glances at the surgical knife hes holding to the drows throat, and grinns evilly... "Ya know? ... Im not sure what kind of knife this is, but I bet it could take your head off... clean... and quick." He tilts his head a bit... "And you know it."

Severon swallows and says... "I put a symbiote inside you. It reacts with your blood to create devestating results on programed circumstances. Taking out host, and anything else in a 50 foot radius."

Severon hesitates a moment, then continues... "Over there. On the shelf behind my desk."

Severon looks to the knife, then back to Drannon... "It must be taken within the first 8 hours of the surgery. Youve got five hours left."

"Really? You know what I'll do to you if your not telling me the truth dont you. You filthy f****** drow, its taking all my might not to kill you now." He stares into Severons eyes with a look of pure and utter hatred.

Severon blink once, knowing now that if looks could kill... hed be long dead. "I swear. Im speaking the truth. The antidote is there, along with the formula. Take them... just spare me." Severon had never known true fear, until now. Even his quickest of spells would not save him. He had spent most of them during the procedure, and was drained of magics. The Ranger had caught him with his guard down, and now had him at his mercy.

Drannon forcefully hurls and drags the drow mage across the room behind his desk. He holds the knife firmly against Severons throat, cutting him again as they move. With one hand, he holds the drow against the shelf with the knife. With the other he investigates the shelf. There he finds a small rack of 6 green viles, and a small book laying next to it. He places the viles in a case on a lower shelf, and places the book inside with them. Closing the case he looks up in time to see some movement from Severon.

Severon quickly reaches for a wand at his side, and rubs against its side. He mutters a word... then vanishes from sight, and reappears 10 feet away near the table.

Drannon reacts quickly, and throws the knife through the air with deadly force.

Severons head jerks backward, and bobs forward a moment later. The surgical knife was implanted deeply into the wizards forhead, his facial expression that of disbelief.... as his body fell backward to thud heavily on the floor.

Drannon gathered up the case, and went back to his cloths. He quietly got dressed, and searched Severons body and room. He found quite a few interesting potions and other wizard stuff, but not much else in their plans.

Before leaving the room he holds up the lock pick he had in his mouth and smiles. A simple piece of metal. He chuckled as he ducked outside the door, and quietly made his way down the hall.

 

 

Alone in his dark chambers, Nash paced back and forth before a large map of the Ruins. Several markers were placed out across it, red and voilet. The red markers indicated undead troops, while the violet represented his own drow warriors. The red clearly out numbered the violet, yet small violet groups were strategicly placed around.... constantly feeding him information on the occurences in the ruins. He had long retracted his elite shadow knights, and sent in faster scouting runners instead. Equipted with powerful rings of Non-Detection and comunication gems, Nash knew the direction the undead swarmed with their aid. He was not foolish enough to sacrifice troops to the cold of the undeads touch. Instead he would bide his time.... and wait for the right moment.

He paced more thinking again of the recent events within the tent. The human had escaped, slaying Severon... and stealing several items of interest. The current plan was in jeopardy now, the human had inflicted a mighty blow in Nashs scheme. He looked down to the gauntlet given to him from the Horde Leader, and began to laugh. He laughed louder and louder till he nearly knocked over the table... sending red and violet pieces scattering on the floor. He regained control and again looked to the maps. None of it mattered to him, for none of them could stop him. Whether the Horde backed down for now or not, he would enter the ruins himself if needed... and pry what he wanted from the very bowels of the Ruins. His face turned red, his eyes redder.... "No one will stand in my way..."

Then a knock on his door returned Nash to the preasant, and he looked up shaking his head and looking to the door... "Enter."

A moment later the door opened, and a dark figure walked in and closed the door behind him. Vex then walked into the violet light of Nashs chambers, a slight grin on his features as he bowed to the Drow Knight. "Good day my'Lord. I hope your mood is better today, though I doubt it due to the news Ive heard."

Nash goes to straightening the maps on the table... "Yes Severon is dead. Which isnt good for either of us fool! This only complicates things for us."

Vex takes a seat nearby in a thickly padded leather chair, keeping the same grin on his face. "Well then I think a little good news is in order. We have a mole now, and this has brought forth some interesting tidbits from Trinity land."

Nash stops hat hes doing and looks to Vex seriously.... "Dont toy with me human..."

Vex holds his hands up and smiles... "Im seriouse. Its said, theres a wierd key needed to open the Ancient Gates... deep within the Ruins. The Mages are sending in a party with the key to try and solve the ruins. Not to mention our scout has confirmed the opening of the Golden Gates. The ruins are wide open now, all we have to do is follow them in."

Nash looks to Vex with the same stern look at first, then it slowly melts... and widens to a grin. "This is indeed excellent news Vex. You have done very well. Return to the village and inform me of when they leave."

Vex stands back up and bows... "As you wish m'Lord Nash." He then turns and leaves the room, looking back to the door once hes closed it. He could not help but grinn again. With Severon now out of the way... he could get closer to Nash, and gain more power within the ranks. It was only a matter of time now.

Nash looked over his maps once again. The new news from Vex had opened new avenues for him... and it wasnt long before he was planning away once more. A plan that would take care of both the undead, and Elmshade all at once. The laughter echoed down the halls of his chambers.

 

Nash was awoken suddenly from a deep sleep in his lush feather bed. He sat up straight... silken violet and black sheets falling from his muscular frame. His red eyes went to the gauntlet he wore on his arm... a dull pulse eminating from it... and up through his body. He frowned a cursed look at the thing. He hated to be disturbed... even if it was from that arrogant bi***. He had agreed to wear the weremacht gauntlet to keep in contact with the Horde, a fragil pact he was currently baring the brunt of. Something had delayed them, they should be closer by now.... and yet no word from the Chieftan... till now. They were now on the move again, and still no reason for the delay. His mouth grinned with evil intent. This would only give him leverage aginst the WarChieftan when concerning the Weremacht. She didnt like delays, and he would hold this one against the chieftans throat for some time.

He layed back doen in his large bed, two naked female forms emerging from the blankets, and wrapping their sleepy bodies around him. He hugged them in closer to himself, and closed his eyes... still wearing the same evil grin as he returned to sleep.

 

 

Vex looked to Cheryn with a wry grinn. She was a feisty one, just the way he liked them... rough and beautiful. He couldnt help but let his eyes crawl over every exposed inch of her black body. Finely shaped and toned... he was so entranced he didnt even notice himself licking his lips. Snapping his eyes back to hers... he rises to his feet with a loong and revieling stretch. The smile still on his face, he playfully taunts her... "I bet its always buisness with you baby... I can tell just by lookin at your hot self." He takes his hand, and lightly brushes her shoulder... "But you've got to learn when its time to slow down a bit... and take in the sights." He inhales her scent deeply, and exhales in pleasure before returning the grinn to his handsome features. "However..." He straightenes himself, and even takes a step back from her atop the moss boulder. " ...if its down to buisness you want. Then its down to buisness you'll get." His face still smiled, but twisted to that of more sadistic nature. With a thought... a small portal appeared next to him... as sort of psionic dimension door. He motions tward the portal cocking his head to the side... "Lord Nash awaits you my dear."

 

 

Looking warily into the portal the powerful build of Cherynoble tenses at the oppurtunity. Does he? She asks in a doubtful tone. never one to trust anyone or anything at face value the Dune-witch quickly covers the potential outcomes using her formidable intelligence.

 

So this dimensional door leads to your lords chambers? Or does it lead to my demise? Her head leans into a cocked tilt throwing her long braids to one side.

 

Snatching out with a gladiators trained speed Charyn attempts to grip vex by the base of his neck and hooking a croked thumb into his collar bone.

Drawing her possesssed blade with a flick of her practiced wrist Vex can see she is no stranger to combat as the claymore slides into view and comes to rest near his heads soft temple.

 

 

 

The grinning cariacture on the blades hilt screams in its demonic tongue, At long last we shall feast on the core of one of these long-bloods! I prefer dark meat my dark queen so this morsel shall be an appreciated treat .

 

Snarling with frustration Charyn snaps back, No! I say stay your lusts daemon. This is the coveted herald of a living overlord that I wish to ally with if it so benefits me.  He shall be spared until I deem him unfufilling or uneccessary. If his Lord values his life I may spare him if I feel moved to respect his wishes. We need to estimate these strange persons before we do anything brash. We have enough of a bounty on our lives as it is. I do  not wish to add War Generals to our l list of would be captors or murdered bodies, either one.

 

Moving with a jaguars grace Charyn can easily lift 5 Vex sized men as she moves to inspect the glowing hole in the air showing no fear. Her glowing red eyes constantly scan the coming images looking for anything that may prove to be hostile.

 

Her massive claymore Ajanke uses its innate powers to flush out any hidden sentinent souls that may wish to remain unseen (Detect life)

 

Lifting her scared chin high as her postion warrants the Slave-Queen steps thru the door with Vex in tow if possible. ready for a titanic battle. but in reality the witch expects to find the lord waiting her arrival. this Vex character seems nether false not deceptive. And she finds his attitude somewhat exciting. Perhaps she can wring a multiple partner experience from these men. They seemed to be of her calibur. That would be an unexpected surprsie based on the characters she has encountered to date.

 

Ever one of her steel hard muscles knots ready as she enters into the unknown. Using the meatshield Vex (?) in one capable hand and her cursed blade in the other she holds her breath as she passes thru.

 

 

Vex didnt even flinch as Cheryn snatched him up by the neck... he actually went limp a little and leaned into her so to bring his body closer to hers as she manhandled him. His grin grew to that of pleasure as she applied pressure and drew her magical sword on him. For whatever danger the thin human might be in, he didnt seem to care in the slightest. "ooo... I like it rough baby... you should know that by now." He then chuckled at her question... "You dont trust me? Now really... would I send a tasty morsel like yourself into a trap? No way. Maybe into the blankets of my bed... but never anything harmful to your health my sweet."

He indulged her however, and walked through the portal before her. When exiting on the other side and after Cheryn had completely stepped through... the portal vanishes from site. They both now stand inside a large mansion entryway. Made of arching black marble with violet veins, the mansion looks to be filled with exquisit artworks, tapestries, and fine rugs. However unlike the cheery lightness of the Ivory Tower, this place had a darker element about it. Scenes of bloody battles and grotesque creatures adorned the artwoks here. Life sized statues of dark elven warriors stand silently in the corners, adorned in real cahinmail and adamantium. A large table sits in the center of the room with a set of double doors behind it, and stairs leading up to the sides. The table was made of a black metal with a thick slab of violet crystal as the tables top. Several silvery plates of food and drink crowded the tables surface, each full of fresh meats, cheeses, and red wine. Sitting at the far end of the table sat a lone dark elf. He watched Cheryn and Vex aproach with interest as his gauntleted hand tapped the glasslike table surface. Dressed in more elaborate chainmail armor and elven leathers, this dark elf looked to be of high rank and of importance here. He motions to a couple seats neaby where he sits and waits patiently.

Vex walks up to the seated drow and bows slightly before speaking to him... "Greetings Lord Nash... I bring a guest from the Ivory Tower."

These words widened the dark elves eyes as they snapped from Vex, back to Cheryn.... "Really? ...then please, sit... and speak with me dear Lady. I am Nash Zeranexus, the future ruler of these lands."

Vex acts the gentleman and pulls out a chair for Cheryn to sit in, and then pours her a glass of wine as well. He takes a sip of her wine himself first before sitting it down in front of her. Not wanting her to think they were trying to poison her, he bigins preparing a plate of food for her as well... taking small bites from every piece he laid on her plate.

 

She was beginning to like Vex a good deal. His leanient attitude was quite acceptable to her thinking. He had real potential. Maybe not as a concubine but as a periodic fling he might have a future among her contacts.

 

But first was his attractive master. She was taken aback by his initial looks.

 

Charynoble drew the cool air into her lungs filling her full breasts to thier full potential. The firm flesh there strained the material that barely  held her endowments in check

Bowing deeply to reveal the valley of her cleavage to the lord Charyn invites the good nature of her host. It is a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance Lord Nash. I am somewhat out of my element but your goodwill is greatly appreciated.

 

Running a sultry finger down the center of  her bust to her exposed navel the slave-queen takes in the interior of the building with her glowing red eyes.

 

I assume that nobility of such station as yourself you command many a rezerve to sate one with tatses such as mine. I would relish this fruit and meat that I spy with thine own eyes. Watching his confidence as he samples the fare she understands the notion that an assassins ways are known to the shadow prince. She doesn't dismis the possibility that this leader may be immune to certain toxins but Charyn puts her own resistant Mul genes up to the test.

 

Daintily sampling the food offered to her Charyn picks at the provisions and grins a seductive smile. Lord of these lands? She almost scoffed, Such an aggressive itinerary. I admire that course, but  have already met one of the voted Lords of these lands and his cabinet of advisors. The White Mage is powerful and should not be underestmiated even by one so obviously powerful as yourself. He has allies of depth and knowledge. How can you be so sure of your dominance unsurper? I am curious. I must understand one such as you before fully putting my confidence within them

 

Her warblade, Ajanke, was early going insane with the want to drink the leaders immense pulsing lifeforce. You MUST slay this one and consume his soul My Queen! Such a trophy will insure our place among our kind! He has the power of a hundred of his kind! I could ressurect you a hundred times on his power! The magic that courses thru his viens is a hundred fold! TAKE HIM! Wether in bed or in  deciet on the field of battle we need him!

 

The Dark Queen beat the blades advances down with her powerful mental defenses. Quiet you pauper! Shut the Fu** up you ignorant piece of metal! I shall use those as I see fit when I say the time is Prime! This one is of more importance to the waking world than you know. My seventh sense tells me this man has a future that should not be cut short by your shallow addictions. You will be quiet NOW! and accept that which I feed you as I see fit my Pet. Your needs will be met but the vien will be filled  by lesser beings at a later time. We will learn before we strike down those around us.

 

 

Leaning into the Drow master Charyn runs a finger along his strong chin while her body exudes her powerful phermones that so men cannot resist, Tell me what you wou d have and perhaps I can aid you. I enjoy the company of powerful men and I would do anything to keep such a ruler content but words and promises are not enough to convince me.

 

 

Do we have paths that are bound to cross? Only the Rulers of the Darklands know for certainut I would wager the answer is Yes. Gently rubbing her hardening  body against him she genuinely enjoys his muscular form as much as Ravens as she asks, mayhaps we should spend some time together and see if our fates are to be intertwined

 

 

Turning her back to Nash Charyn drop her meager leather bikini to the floor and produces from a small waist-purse the thin green silken dress she had comendeered from the White castle. Slipping it over her head she also administers a dose of a musken perfume to her neck arteries.

 

Turning to show the garments plunging neckline her back arches naturally highlighting the dresses form fitting lines.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tying her thick braids back into a comely bun she reaches for the glass of deep red wine and slowly drains its contents without so much as a breath. A trickle of red fluid runs from the corner of her shapely mouth

 

Showing her feral white teeth she points to the water pipe near the table and shrugs seductivly at the suggestion of some leaef.

 

 

With a circling finger she sends her minions into motion.

 

A half dozen frosty hellish wraiths spin into action as they case the room for provisions to return to thier mistress. (As well as seek out any hidden forms or other suspicious activities) Thier small immaterial forms resemble smallish demons with flapping wings and long clawed limbs.

 

Each one brings an ofering to thier queen. One has a plump apple, another carries the mouthpiece to the hooka. Others search in and about the room. Two curious ones smell material on Nash and attempt to investigate his person for sense altering recreations

Nash sits comfortably in the plush chair at the head of the table. He watches and listenes to Cherynoble with deadly calm on his features, seeming to study and watch her every move. Vex smiles and finds himself a seat as well, serving himself some wine as he also listenes to the dark woman.

Nash nods to her with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, almost as if that the best he could muster for a smile. He listened on, even as she spoke of his intentions... and the possible flaw in his planns.. the White Wizard. He then laughed and set his goblet down before bringing his fingertips together before him... "I know well what Im up against here m'lady Cherynoble. I have studied this paultry Trinity well before even arriving to the surface. My plans are well made, and not even the puny white wizard and his friends can stop me. One day, I'll send that sleek tower of his crashing down on his arrogant head." He tilts his head curiously as he continues... "However one thing I dont have... is a reliable spy within the circle of these mages. Its hard to tell what they are planning, for they are crafty humans full of surprises. Which is why my armies havnt stormed the land yet."

Vex then chimes in on cue... "That is where you come in my dear. You can get close to Raven and his friends... fill us in on what they know and are planning."

Nash then takes over again... "There is something I seek trapped deep within these ruins, a holy quest laid on me by Lord Guannador himself. I am his sword here on this world, and will take what he wants by force if necessary. I have amassed powerful allies in this endevor along with armies that could raise this entire area. I will get what I want from these ruins, even if I have to rip them open layer at a time." His expression then darkens... "However... these lands have other eyes on them. Powerful Immortals and Gods protect these realms. They grant these puny people with extraordinary powers and powerful allies as well... taking this place will be no easy task and must be done with precision." He then pauses as Cherynoble continues telling of her talents... and even showing them by changing her cloths in front of them. Nash remained unresponsive to her seductives... but Vex however, had to pick his jaw up off the floor by the display. Nash continued listening as his finger traced the rim of his goblet in slow lazy circles... "You seem to have excellent skills lady Cherynoble, I could find uses for a Necro. However I could use you more by filtering me information concerning Trinity matters. I hear you have been staying with the White Wizard for a few days now, surely you would have gained something by now on what they are doing? If you are free with this vital information, I will make sure you get all the fineries you desire."

He remained calm and seated as Cherynobles shadows flitted about gathering things for her. Sadly the two curiouse ones popped like over ripe grapes as they passed too close to Nash. (3ftradius.) Their shadowy bodies explode into a black dust that slowly floats to the floor. Nash remains calm and unchanged, apparently not effected by the preasance of the shadows. His own blade resting next to him pulsed with a violet life within its sheath feeding a protective barrier around its master. This sends pulses of empathy twards Cherynoble and her blade, a feeling of STRONG denial to the desires of Ajanke.

 

Watching her two minions explode into wraith pulp was a bit disheartning. She sighed softly for them. She would have to create a few dozen more if she was to be around such a powerful aura for long. The shadows were prone to a certain amount of probing curiosity.

 

 

 

Ajanke felt the superior wall of mental resistance against his investgative willpower. He nearly went into hysterics in Charynobles cranium, the mystic blade began to grow in its scabbard of holding on its own accord. "we absolutely HAVE to consume this one in due time. I could...I mean we...yes, WE... could feast on his essence for eons!! Such an evil soul could sustain a thousand fold of my spawn!! I must have him my Darling! You must make him ours!! "

 

 

The drow underlord raises an eyebrow to the short silence he witnesses. Unconcerned he moves on with a lazy hand movment. "I can reward you greatly for any information that i deem ....how would I say it Vex...interesting"

 

Charyn naturally gives off a sultry grin, "Oh, I have a number of talents milord. Information gathering is among the least of them." With a quarter rotation of her finger she activates a simple ring she wears on her left hand. Soft arabic music slowly drifts up from it in a rolling easy tempo. Shifting her hips with the time of the music she begins to slowly dance moving her thin silken dress like a flag in the breeze. As her head goes loose on her neck she asks the men "What is your fancy milords? Do you favor the dance of the sands? I know the coveted steps of the Dune tribes" Her body sways like a snake in the pipers trance "It is said that the moves of the slave women are irresitable and drive even Kings to unspeakable actions"

 

As she twirls slowly about she cracks a vial in the palm of her hand letting the perfumed oil run out. Genlty stroking herself she covers her ebony skin in the glistening oinment. It gives off a heavy musk scent that all men notice instantly.

 

Vex looks wontingly to the lean muscles of the practiced exotic dancer that twists and writhes before him. He can hardly control the thoughts that he envisions of her and him together.

 

Nash becomes quiet as he watches the powerful woman move with all the grace of a wild animal. Her body begins to thrash harder and faster as the music builds in cresendo. She rises and falls on her very tip most toes like a dark ballerina and her back arches hard enough to throw her pelvis inches from his deep methodical breathing. As her dress slinks off of her and falls to the floor her stomach is exposed as a curtain of muscle and her  lithe form appears to him as if made from cords of cable under dark cloth. The smell of sweat and perfume mingle to make an intoxicating mix of raw lust.

 

Vex and the elite guard near and in the room are practically zombies under her control but Nash resists her Dance of Control if not for his on power but that of the gauntlet that is embedded in his forearm. The Dune witch is the Queen of the Sand slaves but even the power of her perfume, dance, or majik, is not greater than the artifact that is anchored to his soul.

 

None the less as the Dance reaches a violent grinding whirlwind of flaing braids and heaving glistening flesh Nash stands and pulls the wild souled woman into his hardened form and drinks of her sexuality. Together they fall to the floor pillows in a thrashing coupling of a murderous coupulation. The screams bring the guard running but Vex watching thru the split of the tent flap calls them off.

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Later...Nash lays naked and sweating looking up to her as she dresses. "I would be curious to see the product of our offspring my dear. What a endowed creation we would spawn ..No?" Her physical strength had surprised even him, if not for the regenerative powers he possessed he might not be speaking as plainly as he was now.

 

Covering her voluptuous form with the thin silk dress she playfully looks over her shoulder as she leaves, "No...I am Mul. And all Mul are sterile. Such is the product of the human and the dwarves of my world. Death always comes for the birthmother. It is the way of my lands" And she steps thru the tent flap and into the darkness where she finds Vex looking to her like a child clambering after a toy.

 

Inside Nash can barely contain his sickness, "A dwarf!! Of all the disgusting thoughts....!"

 

From over his strong drink Nash can hear the ecstatic cries of Vex and some others he doesn't care enough to remember. In the morning he lerans that three guards are dead from exhaustion and broken bones. Vex suffers from several broken bones and various other injuries. The Drow commander unthinking rubs his own sore loins. "I have never seen such endurance commanded by an earth bound creature..."

 

 

 

The black skinned warrioress floated back towards the town of Elmshade. As she rode the slithering illusionary centipede of her own magical creation she sifted thru the nights takings. From Lord Nash she had managed to procure only a couple items from him and his room. Tissue samples and a few small items would all nedd identified.

 

But from Vex and the few guards that had survived thier sexual encounter she had gained much more. Not only did she possess sanctuary stones given to high ranking officers she had thier undying devotin to her feminine wiles.

 

The hexes she had placed on the select five where undetectable by anything short of a wish spell and they would transfer a variable cornicopia of information to her.

 

The night spent behind enemy lines had been strenuous but not ill spent. Her endeavor to secure herself as an heiress was well underway.

 

Her hidden shadows would report to her any other missed operations and the occular orbs adhered to strategic personell would keep her informed of everything else.

 

She had no ill intent towards the underground elves but, as always, Cherynoble would, in the end, survive...

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As she approached the familiar towers three she released her transport magix and proceeded on foot in the direction of the apex of powers. She was already daydreaming of her meetings with the good looking warlock Raven...

After enjoying the company of the dune-witch Nash got back to businesss so to speak. He was sure the temttress had alternative motives and would plant itmes of subterfuge and intelligence but  he wasn;t worried about such small factors.

 

The huge swirling energy mass was what really had his attention. It had been in existance for longer than he knew and the nearly blind Horde had all but missed it's presence. The hole explaned more than just the current freezing weather they had been experiencing. The massive wormhole kept a constant conduit to a dangerour place ndeed.

 

Nash had personally investigated the phenomenae but the guardians he had found there where a bit more than he had anticipated. He bypassed the area and decided that the Hordlings where more disposable than his own speicalized troops. What had drawn such a forcful show of the Over-Lords had his attention peaked.

 

In deep thought Nash rubbed the gauntlet fused to his arm with a reflexive action

 

Nash pondered what he would tell Ka-Thrall. Considering how he might use the information to his own advantage the Drow commander carefully considered his options.