Thursday, June 22, 2006 @ 3:00 PM


Prelude

Serate was busy. He had to mark the chamber as his own before something else does.Something else referring to the creatures who resided in the tunnels. There were hundreds of them, prowling around, seizing any chance to claim a new territory. The hunter; Serate, was no different.

The drow was framed for attempting to kill the chief of Nendriq; his warrior drow city. The punishment was exile. That was exactly what happened to him. He was exiled into the treacherous shadows of the Rengor Tunnels for a crime he did not commit. However, after many decades, he managed to accept the fact.

A thunderous crash broke the silence. It also halted a stunned Serate who was busy inspecting the condition of his future territory. Alarmed, he tightened the buckles of his boots and silently drew his twin scimitars. A thunderous roar shook even the rocks on the ground. Serate winced at the roar's volume, at the same time trying to match it to the correct creature.

A babuer, no doubt. Its roar contained the sound of a small bell ringing. Serate knew what this monstrous beast could do. Every earth shaking step it took only added to both the hunter's confidence and fear.

Temporarily, the Rengor Tunnels sank back to it's usual silence. A moment later, Serate heard the babuer sniffing. One of its blood stained fangs could be vaguely seen. It peeked at the entrance of the cavern, before another mighty roar alerted the drow. He readied his weapons and brushed his milky white hair away from view. Then, the monster jumped into the cold chamber, it's armour of shell colliding together, making a loud noise of a hammer being dropped onto a hollow, wooden floor. The babuer let out another monstrous roar, and it sent so much wind at Serate that he had to shut his white, pupiless eyes.

Serate flung his ragged black cloak aside and let out a loud warcry.

The babuer, using it's gigantic caterpillar like body, tried to crush the drow, but a drow's agility must not be underestimated. Serate leapt away as the plates on its body slammed into the wall, creating a large mark in the rock. Seizing this oppotunity, the drow plunged the scimitars into the slits in between the monster's shell. The babuer roared with pain and flung it's stony tail at Serate, too fast for the drow to dodge. He sailed in the air upon impact and slammed against the wall, the pain reduced by the chain mail armour he was wearing, but it would leave bruises.

'Savage' was stirring.

He rose onto his feet and in an unrhythmic, demented frenzy, Serate charged at the babuer and stabbed away at its unarmoured feet, unshaken by its roars of pain.

For the drow, nothing mattered more then slaying this creature. Scimitars dug into the babuer's flesh, drawing fresh blood. The babuer collapsed onto its now weak legs. The drow felt his dangerous alter ego taking over, but he suppressed it, until the babuer knocked him off his feet with a swing of its tail. Serate fell onto the ground, back first.

Enraged, 'Savage' took control.

All in his mind was now primitive, blinded rage. He got to his feet and crossed his scimitars, then closed his eyes momentarily, giving the babuer time to struggle while trying to move. When he opened his eyes, the babuer found its end as a scimitar found its mark in the monster's head, and the other made a fatal stab in its neck. Staring at the drow in disbelief, the babuer lumped onto the gound, motionless, and dead.

Serate stared down at the carcass, expecting joy. However, to his surprise and sadness, he found no joy. His alter ego disappeared from his mind, back to its quiet abode.

He disliked his alter ego. 'Savage' made him angry beyond anger, and it was impossibly hard to try to supress it. He was not like the other drow. He was not like her alter ego, 'Savage'. Other drow had gotten a more rampaging alter ego, and a few got the alter ego called 'Angelic'. As much as he hated 'Savage', Serate did not want to have an 'Angelic'. How the orb was kind to him. 'Savage' is considered one of the more less devastating alter egos, and drow after drow was pining for 'Savage'.

Shoving off his angry thoughts, he cut meat from the babuer, stored it in a small sack, and lay down against the wall, weary from the action, and the toll that 'Savage' took on him.

Hiya this is Epee here! I'm temporarily stopping 18 December for more brain fluid, and starting on another story about a drow named Serate. Read on to find out what happens next!

Departure
.::Epee::.
The poet

Thursday, June 22, 2006 @ 3:00 PM


Prelude

Serate was busy. He had to mark the chamber as his own before something else does.Something else referring to the creatures who resided in the tunnels. There were hundreds of them, prowling around, seizing any chance to claim a new territory. The hunter; Serate, was no different.

The drow was framed for attempting to kill the chief of Nendriq; his warrior drow city. The punishment was exile. That was exactly what happened to him. He was exiled into the treacherous shadows of the Rengor Tunnels for a crime he did not commit. However, after many decades, he managed to accept the fact.

A thunderous crash broke the silence. It also halted a stunned Serate who was busy inspecting the condition of his future territory. Alarmed, he tightened the buckles of his boots and silently drew his twin scimitars. A thunderous roar shook even the rocks on the ground. Serate winced at the roar's volume, at the same time trying to match it to the correct creature.

A babuer, no doubt. Its roar contained the sound of a small bell ringing. Serate knew what this monstrous beast could do. Every earth shaking step it took only added to both the hunter's confidence and fear.

Temporarily, the Rengor Tunnels sank back to it's usual silence. A moment later, Serate heard the babuer sniffing. One of its blood stained fangs could be vaguely seen. It peeked at the entrance of the cavern, before another mighty roar alerted the drow. He readied his weapons and brushed his milky white hair away from view. Then, the monster jumped into the cold chamber, it's armour of shell colliding together, making a loud noise of a hammer being dropped onto a hollow, wooden floor. The babuer let out another monstrous roar, and it sent so much wind at Serate that he had to shut his white, pupiless eyes.

Serate flung his ragged black cloak aside and let out a loud warcry.

The babuer, using it's gigantic caterpillar like body, tried to crush the drow, but a drow's agility must not be underestimated. Serate leapt away as the plates on its body slammed into the wall, creating a large mark in the rock. Seizing this oppotunity, the drow plunged the scimitars into the slits in between the monster's shell. The babuer roared with pain and flung it's stony tail at Serate, too fast for the drow to dodge. He sailed in the air upon impact and slammed against the wall, the pain reduced by the chain mail armour he was wearing, but it would leave bruises.

'Savage' was stirring.

He rose onto his feet and in an unrhythmic, demented frenzy, Serate charged at the babuer and stabbed away at its unarmoured feet, unshaken by its roars of pain.

For the drow, nothing mattered more then slaying this creature. Scimitars dug into the babuer's flesh, drawing fresh blood. The babuer collapsed onto its now weak legs. The drow felt his dangerous alter ego taking over, but he suppressed it, until the babuer knocked him off his feet with a swing of its tail. Serate fell onto the ground, back first.

Enraged, 'Savage' took control.

All in his mind was now primitive, blinded rage. He got to his feet and crossed his scimitars, then closed his eyes momentarily, giving the babuer time to struggle while trying to move. When he opened his eyes, the babuer found its end as a scimitar found its mark in the monster's head, and the other made a fatal stab in its neck. Staring at the drow in disbelief, the babuer lumped onto the gound, motionless, and dead.

Serate stared down at the carcass, expecting joy. However, to his surprise and sadness, he found no joy. His alter ego disappeared from his mind, back to its quiet abode.

He disliked his alter ego. 'Savage' made him angry beyond anger, and it was impossibly hard to try to supress it. He was not like the other drow. He was not like her alter ego, 'Savage'. Other drow had gotten a more rampaging alter ego, and a few got the alter ego called 'Angelic'. As much as he hated 'Savage', Serate did not want to have an 'Angelic'. How the orb was kind to him. 'Savage' is considered one of the more less devastating alter egos, and drow after drow was pining for 'Savage'.

Shoving off his angry thoughts, he cut meat from the babuer, stored it in a small sack, and lay down against the wall, weary from the action, and the toll that 'Savage' took on him.

Hiya this is Epee here! I'm temporarily stopping 18 December for more brain fluid, and starting on another story about a drow named Serate. Read on to find out what happens next!

Departure
.::Epee::.
The poet