The Creeping Sleep ~ D&D style fantasy rp

[0Moon_Maiden0]

Orla nodded as she divided out the ingredients. On one leaf there were dried out roots. "Curled Dock roots......it we can get some hot water it can be used to make a tea that acts as a blood purifyer," she said as she unveiled another packet of dried roots. "The tea from the Wild Cucumber is bitter but is good for numerous ailments.....also used in love potions." She gave a weak laugh and smile at the last part. However was growing dizzy from not getting her wounds taken care of. She glanced down at the arrow yet in her side and sighed.  

[dragontamer363]

"Vence can do fire magic." He said, " so boiling water might happen."
He started to root through his brother's belongings to see if he had any medicine on him either. He smirked and withdrew a small vial that held a lot of wriggling creatures in water in them.
"These'll help stop infectionand thier venom helps numb the wound. They also act as a muscle relaxant so it's easier to remove foriegn bodies form you - in other words..."
Before she had much change to object he poured the contents of the wriggling leech-like creatures onto Orla's arrow wound. They instantly set about latching on to suck at the blood, secreting their venom to relax the flesh around the wound and numb the pain.
"Some of the underdark's finest."  

[0Moon_Maiden0]

The creatures brought on a strange sensation around the wounds for the brief moment her could feel anything. The venom seemed to be working well. She nodded a thanks to Craban a then glanced over at the other drow. Her eyes flashed an angered emerald gaze and then looked away recalling the stranger's message.  

[dragontamer363]

Craban eyed the creatures doing their work and watched as the wound began to relax a little. as it did he withdrew a dagger and gently set about prising the arrowhead out.
"Hang on, ok?"






(ok got a character sheet up for the drow dude ^_~)

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Gaianame: Dragontamer363

Character name: Sil’inshar Orb’ssin [aka Shar]
Race: Drow
Age: 128
Occupation: Soldier for the Underdark and general of the watchmen of city where he comes from.
Allegiance: Evil
Weapons: Primarily a melee fighter and he carries drow weapons - all of which are far more powerful in the nighttime, but much weaker in the daylight. He has a thorned whip, a short quick 1 handed sword, and a barbed vicious drow broadsword.
Appearance: At 5 foot tall he’s around average pure-drow height, although he is of a graceful build. He’s very handsome, though in a sharp and generally nasty way. He caries himself with a lot of dignity and arrogance. He has long straight white hair that is pulled back into a pony tail. He has yellow, hard eyes that are full of intelligence. He rarely shows much emotion.
Personality: Arrogant, cruel and relentlessly ambitious, Shar is determine dot become the equivalent of drow nobility, despite his low birth and the fact he is male. He will do anything to ‘climb the ladder’ of social society, and as a result managed to get married to a powerful drow lady. He is extremely sensitive to anyone who makes fun of him or insults him, and usually reacts violently. His extreme selfishness usually means that his allegiances vary according to who can give him the biggest cut of the profits, but genrally he is very loyal to the Drow and the Underdark. He is a dedicated follower of the religion of Lolth and all it teaches.
Bio: Shar is Craban’s older brother, the 2nd oldest of the family of 4 until his elder brother was killed. He has never held much respect (and certainly never love) for any of his family members, and views them with a humerous contempt. Craban especially he dislikes, because Craban was a b*****d and (it was rumoured) half non-drow. While he never had proof of that (his mother always insisted that Craban was legitimate and the son of her husband), the fact Craban was much taller and had wavy hair confirms his theory (in his eyes at least). Even if Craban was legitimate, he still would dislike him, as he viewed him as one who is weak and whines too much. Thus when Craban left there was no remorse. Shar focused himself into climbing up the social ladder, and his great skill for battle, matched with his good looks assured that he’s making good progress in this area.
Other: He’s Craban’s older brother (he’s about 30 years older)
He has a stylised tatto of Lolth on his shoulder.

 

[0Moon_Maiden0]

Orla made no verbal response. She only lowered her eyes to as a signal to go ahead. As her mind wondered she thought herself as odd as allowing herself to be so trusting.

((Cool character!)) ^_^  

[dragontamer363]

((Thanks. Never rped with him before- it should be fun since he's essentiallly a hostage lol))

Craban went about teasing the arrow out of her gradually, not wanting tp cause her too much pain. soon, after digging about with the tip of his dagger as well, he managed to pull it out.
a fresh flow of blood was lapped up hungrily by the swelling leeches and he decided to start taing them off, incase they prevented the clotting.
"There we go." he held up the arrow so she could see. "Do you want to keep thsi as a suvoinier m'lady?" He smirked.  

[0Moon_Maiden0]

Orla gave a slightly amused smile and took the arrow in hand. It was much different from her own. "An archer can never have enough arrows, I suppose," she replied as she placed the arrow in her quiver. She glanced over at the pass-out drow again. "He is disarmed correct?"  

[dragontamer363]

"Uh..." Craban quickly began to take the weapons away from him. Since he was pased out he hadn't thought to disarm him. After getting rid of a whip, barbed broadsword and a shortsword, he rummaged around for anything else. He came with nothing but a few vials of poison.
"He is now. Actually maybe we shoud tie him up..."

He rummaged around and took some spare rope from the boat and tied the drow's feet togather and arms behind his back. He then looksd down to the angry stomachwound the drow sported after their fight. It was bleeding badly.

"We shoudl sort out his wounds too." Craba said, ignoring his own shoulder-arm wound. He didn't wnat anyone else to know he was related to the drow, incase they challenged his reasons for taking him with them, but he was concerned for his brotehr - he certainly didn't wnat him to die en route.  

[0Moon_Maiden0]

Orla thought they shouldn't bother with such a waste of resources, but something in Craban's eyes told her that there was something more to this drow. "Here," she said handing him some dried leaves. "Leaves of the Lady’s Mantle plant....they help stop bleeding." As she said that she too took one for herself-chewing and swallowing. "Distribute them as you see fit," she stated meaning that he should take some for personal use and give some to the other injured aboard. "I can find more on land later."  

[Andy _1134]

"Yes, it dose. I belive the nobles and high councle will reward you. I want you to know there was a trader on bored Craban I sent his brother to assassinate him. If he failed, I knew Craban wouldent kill him so for the time being We shall know their moves. Oh one more thing A young man by the name of Vence was on bored I suggest we take care of him as fast as possible. He can be quite pestering to our plans." Renten said as he steped forword out of the shadows.  

[dragontamer363]

Craban watched her chewing them.
"So you eat them?" he asked, feeling a little stupid but wanting to be clear. He didn't want to end up spreaidng them on the wounds when they had to be eaten.

The drow below him began to groan again and shifted a little and Craban's heart hammered. It didn't look like he was waking up, but he couldn't be sure how long that was. The drow mumbled something thickly in his own language and Craban wondered if smacking him over the head again would kill him or just shut him up.
The Drow's yelow eyes flickered blearily open, though seemed to ahve trouble focusing for a few moments. When they finally did he suddenly jerked in an attempt to get free, but cried out when the action tore at his wound and he foudn he was tied up.  

[0Moon_Maiden0]

Orla nodded a yes to Craban's question. Alarmed at the enemy awakening she gripped her knife for reassurence. Her gaze narrowed at the captive drow. A few survivors aboard scurried away quickly.  

[Andy _1134]

Kyrun climed back on bored. He needed supplies. Just enough for about 3 days. He knew, he could make it last for about a week. He explored the deck then the lower levels.  

[dragontamer363]

Craban practically jumped out of the way when he found his captive was awake, and winced when the drow also discovered his stomachwound.

"Argh! Yah xsa ol vel'bol inbal dos xunor ulu uns'aa? Ori'gato uns'aa alu dos yeunn dalharuken d' elg'caressen!" The drow spat. Craban winced again and edged forwards.

"uh..." Craban edged forwards some more.

"Vel'bol valyrin d' nadorhuanen ph' dos? Sut uns'aa!" The captive continued ranting and struggling agianst his ropes. when Craban nudged him again he twisted around to shout another flurry of insults at him, but was cut short.

"Usstan....Chathrosin?!" His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hi Shar." Craban said meekly. Shar's eyes quickly narrowed in anger and the flurry of drow-language insults continued.


(*whistles* translators are fun to use, what can I say? lol http://www.grey-company.org/Maerdyn/resources/translator/ )  

[Andy _1134]

Hyrun walked up the two and watched as they insulted each other. "Wow I thought we had an extensive laguge of curse words." He said as he watched.