Pieces that don't fit into my campaign timeline just yet. This folder mainly focuses on Xull'rae and her personality, but some other chars are mixed within that belong to the campaign or people Xull'rae has dealt with before.
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Lisa Marie Lassiter by XullraeZauviir, literature
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Lisa Marie Lassiter
This may be difficult to read emotionally as it is my personal life laid bare. Im doing this as a motivational exercise. Liliane (DemonAngelsDream) requested me to write anything that came to mind and lately nothing has, not anything positive anyway. I know I owe collabs, trades, and gifts to folks but you all do not deserve half assed crap, so please continue your patience. I will write you all something good when my desire and inner peace returns.
I dont want sympathy. This is for me and to share my knowledge with anyone who cares to know what living with a severe disability is like.
Cerebral Palsy, what is it? Here is th
The hideous screech of the phaerimm echoed in Xullraes dark long ears as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She stared in dismay as the tunnel narrowed and finished abruptly in a dead end. This was not a place she wanted to die; alone and cornered with no one to hear her, no one to hold onto.
Xullraes heart pounded as she scrambled up the rock face in a desperate attempt to escape. To backtrack was to face the phaerimm. She wanted to spider climb up the wall but she had to speak the phrase and that meant alerting the monster to her location. The drowess doubted her tongue cou
Kroneth: The Drow Bank Teller by XullraeZauviir, literature
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Kroneth: The Drow Bank Teller
It was an ordinary day of passing money and making deposits. The only highlight of my working hours is counting big piles of currency.
We cater to the nobles of any job, rank, or race here at Sshamaths First Priority Vault. Its a high security place for all your monetary needs, jabbress. It is what Im required to say to all of our new customers, but my eyes kept flickering to the person behind the old man I was talking to.
She was a regular in our Vault. I didnt even care she was a priestess of Lolth. She loved money and she was exotic. I have seen many drow with amber eyes like hers
Daboo sniffed the charred air with delight. Black beady eyes scanned the smoldering landscape of what was left of Sshamath, the city of dark weavings. It had been an easy conquest, too easy, but Daboo was a demon of the moment and never planned for anything. It glanced at the human companion standing nearby and grunted in disgust at her curiosity over another human's trapped condition.
Hilian poked with fingers and nudged with her toes at the glowing man suspended in mid-air. His eyes were gleaming holes of red light. The mouth what was left of it was agape, hanging wide and touching the ground. Every once in awhile the mouth stretched and
Xull'rae the red headed drow by XullraeZauviir, literature
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Xull'rae the red headed drow
"Dilyl tell us a story," The children whined. All three were running about and jumping onto things, but it was Irrkacha that was being the most annoying.
Don't meander Irr," Dilyl scolded.
"Don't use big words I don't know ol' lady," Irrkacha shot back.
"It's custom for drow to behave with better sense," Dilyl reminded the child, yanking her off the chair she was about to leap off of.
"Then I waiver tradition!" the little drow girl shouted at the top of her lungs, squirming in her captors grasp. The boys took one look at Dilyl and settled down.
"Why can you not be unspoiled like your brothers?" Dilyl sighed.
Irrkacha hissed, "Because yo
"This better work Alak," whispered a nervous drow as he probed their sedated victim. She seemed to be stunned still; sleep looked strange on a drow. The priest sighed in relief, the woman's eyes were piercing amber and they froze him whenever their eyes met.
"It will Kellon, just relax will you?" Alak responded impatiently. His accomplice's nervousness was catching. He too cast a wary eye on the drowess lying prone on the bed. She was a good warrior; it had taken many lives to subdue her and as they dressed her for the ceremony Alak could tell she was strong and healthy. It was a pity such beauty would be wasted once she was devoured by
Umrae paced the floor. Briza trimmed her nails. Faeryl glared at everyone angrily. Dhaunae busily prepared the table for the Matron's arrival. Ginifae kept sneaking goodies behind Dhaunae's back. Lesaonar stood dutifully by the grand double doors, waiting to open them for Mother. Gelroos the old drow father sat digging in his ears and mumbling to himself. Ilmryn the patron and current consort say staring at Xull'rae playing a game of dice with Valas, who looked sour at loosing again.
Suddenly Gelroos farted just as Lesaonar moved to open the doors for Laele, Matron Mother of House Zauviir. She swept in looking hard faced. A sign she was wear