Kar-Myr Dalhadril'mtor - the story - ( Under Dark )

[Gruk]

UNKNOWN HISTORY

Origins


In the times after the War of the Spider Queen , deep in the under dark a pregnant drow sits by the window. She contemplates her courtyard , it needs reinforcement. The cup in her hand is warm and the tea odorant and comforting it takes her back in time. It was not always such, ShriNeerune Hlaund of House Hlaund had seen other times, she has long sat on the council as mother matron back when the V shape city of shimmering webs was still glimmering in the darkness. Shed Nazad is slipping away , anarchy , chaos and civil strife is the daily lot.

The Jaezred Chaulssin are behind it , its undeniable by now. Like wolves they harassed , picked and nicked at the city's power structure , leading their guerrilla war in the shadows but now its all but over, she feels it in her bones, their mooving in for the kill , to seize power and by the gods they might very well hold it, has Loth abandonned them she wonders .
Infuriated suddenly , she throws her tea , cup and all at the head of the nearest jaluk, he looks back at her a fraction of a second. How dare he look down on her , hes just waiting to go talk to his friends , the matron mother is half mad is she ? ... the words comes out of her mouth like a soft whisper.
The young male's eyes widden in terror , his chest convulse once as he drops dead to the floor , he had no time to scream .. or protest. The young jaluk died by the door he swore to defend with his life for his mistress.

ShriNeerune looks at the dead guard a moment, maybe she did a litle to much , no, you can never do to much they need to be kept on a short leash , even shorter these days. She turns to her belly not giving the young man another tought, if only she had more time , maybe her daughter could've changed the tides.. maybe theres still time! a sudden burst of hope engulfs her for a breif moment she has all the time in the world , Loth is with her , she will raise and forge her daughter in such a tool of destruction and power that not only she'll drive out those pesky jaezred chaulssin but she'll exterminate all males out of spite afterwards. Her daughter , her special child, was not conceived , it was made with the greatest oracles of loth but also , the matron mother had laid out a very unorthodox treatement for her pregnancy. At great cost she bought off various magical slaves , beings and even full fledged wizards who had no idea of the true work they were hired for. Monthly she would prepare an arcanic ceremony in wich with the help of Loth she would drain the life and essence of her victims and feed it directly into her unborn child. The sex was magicly chosen to ensure a beautiful , bright and gifted daughter.


A loud explosion in the courtyard , the doors are in peices , smoke, dust and the sound of magic and steel, wrath , hope and anger flushes out of the mother matron, only fear remains. Quickly she mooves into her room and closes the door then wards it. ShriNeerune recalls the memory of Loth's temple in Maerimydra and concentrate she cannot be wrong in the slightest. As the image gets clearer and she begins to say the words she feels the familiar tingling in her feet , she hates that feeling but continues her incantation : she must teleport out of here .

- Azééé AaashezNaavok ishtrill .... AAAAAAARRGH ,

He soft chant ends in a scream , sharp pain in her back , she looses the spell ,and focuses on the pain , she looks down , blood , why , why she wonders when the sharp pain strikes again . Her water broke ...

Patron Father Mauzzkyl is looking at the estate of the renown Mother Matron ShriNeerune with a smile. He is an ambitious man hell bent on making Ched Nazad his's and carry the title of revered grandfather before long. Hes been patient but now are the moments of truth where he must make a name for himself , and a mother matron is a good way to start.
The battle goes as planned and the matron's forces are quickly overwhelemed , with few losses the Jaezred Chaulssin seizes the estate , and beseige the warded room of the matron. Mauzzkyl arrives, he looks at the ward and smiles , it was thrown hastily and not reinforced , a sudden doubt , is she even in there . He takes a moment to scry the room, smiles and then gathers his strength to shatter the magical barriers. The signal is given , his troop to moove in but he waits. No sense in going in with the first wave and get hit by the fury of the mother matron , let her blast her spells on his expandable men first.
He waits and listens for the carnage that should ensue , ready to make his entry. Not a sound, he waits still nothing , seconds feel like hours ...

- We have her sir !

Imposible ! its a ruse , revered father Mauzzkyl moves in defensivly . The room is tidy , no sign of battle at first glance , he turns inside and sees the bed covered in blood , the matron mother sword to throat seems weak and exhausted, shes holding something. Mauzzkyl steps foward and stares , complete silence reigns in the room contrasting heavily with the earlier sounds of battle. All seems frozen in time when the room suddenly vibrates with the screams and crys of a newborn, ShriNeerune looks down at her daughter.

-'' My daughter Kar-Neerune , she ... she will destroy you , she will .. '' the matron mother glares at the patron father and hisses '' she will destroy you , my daughter Kar..''

-'' your daughter's name will be Kar-Mi'na and she will grow up to be a rothe's bitch i garantee you ! '' says Mauzzkyl

As the mother gasp for air , patron Father Mauzzkyl , never braking eye contact with the matron , plunges his sword in ShriNeerune's gut and takes it out very slowly , a certain kill but a slow one , he wants her to see him as he rips her daughter away and walk out. Let her contemplate her end and the end of her house as she bleed out and die alone.

[Gruk]

FORGOTTEN HISTORY

Childhood part-1

The little jalil screams , she burned another tunic last time she didnt get supper this time she'll get the whip. Why does this happen ? it used to be only when she was agitated but recently she set fire to her mattress while dreaming and now burned the clothes she was suppose to clean , twice at that. Shes to young to understand but she knows shes different from the others , shes like Them , only she stays with the workers in the cheaper housing. She tends the kitchen ,They eat it , she cleans their room They sleep in it , she burns their clothes , They wear it. She burst out laughing , imagining them in half burned clothes at one of their fancy supper is almost worth the whip... Almost

The whip , she fears it feircly tough she never actually been whipped it came close once or twice . The snapping sound , the tearing flesh . the meere tought makes her tremble in the middle of the night. A few years ago , she must've been 5 or 6 ...she saw a dureguar and a small rothe get the whip, they had stolen somthing from someone as far as she understood. It lasted an hour , only the dureguar survived.

Kar shakes off the memory , shes not going to get whiped !She quickly hides the burned tunic in a sack she wraps up in her coat , never forget your coat, the wind is so great it pinches your skin specially where she's going , shes has a great idea to get out of this one ...

Chaulssin rests on a huge spar of stone at the edge of a great chasm in the earth. It is known as the Howling Abyss which extends at least three miles above the city and more than seventeen miles into the depths. Kar must be carefull at all time to stay inside , the great wind could easily sweep her away , but beeing adventurous by nature she started exploring and found the lesser halls and chambers of the city all linked by tunnels. The others told her the cursed live there the Shadar-Kai. All she needed to do now is throw the tunic down , say the wind carried it there and that the cursed people burned it....

[Gruk]

FORGOTTEN HISTORY

Childhood Part-2

Weeks , months or years ? Kar shakes her head in the darkness. No way to know for certain. She's been locked up in this cell for so long now ... never seing or hearing anyone.

Since that incident with the burned clothes , evrything went dowhill for the litle jalil. First she never made it to the lower city , when caught by the guards , she tried to run , that got her a severe beating but worse , a burst of flame exploded from her finger tips to strike the guard's hand holding the beating stick while she was being dragged before the Revered Father ...

A fatal mistake , all went black and since then she never saw anyone else. At first , her anger alone sustained her , days after day she would let out all of her small powers against the walls and door of her holding cell. But aside from a few scorch marks , she had no results. Anger was followed by sorrow and misery and eventually acceptance. To kill time she made up games in her mind , hunted the vermin in her cell and played with her limited powers free of restain, learning to control them little by litle .

One day , the dreams started. More then dreams , they were vividly alive , or dead in this case , she was free of her body ,geting dragged around by some mysterious weave , roaming a dark realm , she would hear echos calling out to her in the darkness but she always woke up before finding the source.

One night a scream of agony wakes her , they're torturing someone again , the litle jalil cover her ears, terrified . She begs to be somwhere else , anywhere else , she wishes it with all her hearth , at any price , and suddenly the screams stops. She opens her eyes , a desolate feild extends further then the eye can see in evry direction, she's there again, the place in her dreams, but she doesn't feel pulled , she's in control ! Kar stands slowly and starts walking. The sand beneath her is cold as snow , she drags her feet a few steps and trips , falling heavily on the ground.

- Hey watch it lass !

Kar jumps to her feets and looks around quickly turning on herself , she jumps back and look down as the voice yells again.

- Stop it ! arrr , dont ! says the bearded face in the sand ,

- How dare you step on my face ! it adds glaring at the little jalil

Kar blinks in disbelief , a bloody duregar head is yelling at her from the ground. She jumps back again , looking at it in awe.

- Thats great , ye put sand in me's eye now , be a good lass and take out aye ?

Kar shakes her head , petrified.

- Oi git on with it or ! or !

- Or what ! ? you dont even have a body ! Kar giggles nervously , as she realizes that for once in her life she got the upper hand .

- Ya litle wench , its the last time i help ya out , tha think i carried ya all the way here ah !

- Carried me where , where are we !? what did you do ?

- Wut i did ?? nay lass , wut ye did ! i was in tha cell next to ya , when they were done questioning me , they cut of me's head as ye can see ... thats when i started tha float over me's body , i saw ye , them and even wut was left' o me ...

- I'm sorry ...

- Not yer fault lass , i know that , but thats when that black smoke came outta ye , grabbed me by tha beard it did !! and when i finaly got pulled down here ye followed , i saw ye tumble down , oi i did , ye were uncounscious fer a while but looks like ye made it here 'fter all aye.

- Here ?

- Lass , yer in tha realm of tha dead ... and ye look very much alive tha me , wich is a big problem , now be a dear , git that damn sand outta me's eye and help me find ma body oi ?

[Gruk]

FORGOTTEN HISTORY

Childhood -finale

- work in progress -