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To a surface dweller, she might have passed undetected only a foot away. But this were no city of surface dwellers, this were Athlar'Novis, a city of drows. The padded footfalls of Nidraitza's lizard mount were barely noticeable, but to elven ears, they were easily heard. The three-toed lizard calmly crept forwards, its dark mistress sitting on its back.
With faint melancholy Nidraitza looked out over the city, in which she used to live. In the middle of the cave-city stood a stone pillar, which back in Nidraitza's days used to glow with a faint crimson glow. But now the pillar was damaged and the tip had fallen off. The recent duegar invasion had taken its toll on the drow city, which no longer stood as mighty as it once had. But this was a part of the past, and she knew it. But she could not repress the memories, which this city was filled with.
Angrily she shook her head free of the memories and continued forwards. The cold one's calm steps carried her swiftly forwards. She reached the gates to Tier Breche, the academy. The gates slowly swung open, the sound of metal scraping against metal rang out clearly and the cold one took a cautious step backwards.
Nidraitza jabbed her fist against the cold one's neck, who obediently continued forwards, through the enormous adamantite gates. She passed Sorcere, an enormous tower, in where the drow city's mages where trained. She also passed Melee-Magthere, a pyramid shaped building. In there she had spent seven years, training, studying the arts of melee battle as well as tactical missions and full-scale wars. She could remember how some of the other student had been shocked to see a female who entered Melee-Magthere instead of Arach-Tinilith, the temple of Lloth and the place were the teaching of new priestesses took place. It was there she was going this evening.
Arach-Tinilith, the spider shaped temple of Lloth lied before her, this was the most sacred place in the city. She dismounted her lizard, and walked up the stairs towards the temple. She turned around and caught the lizard with her eyes, "You will await my return!" she spoke in the tongue of drows. The lizard slowly lied down on the ground, still fixating its eyes on the drow.
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To a surface dweller, she might have passed undetected only a foot away. But this were no city of surface dwellers, this were Athlar'Novis, a city of drows. The padded footfalls of Nidraitza's lizard mount were barely noticeable, but to elven ears, they were easily heard. The three-toed lizard calmly crept forwards, its dark mistress sitting on its back.
With faint melancholy Nidraitza looked out over the city, in which she used to live. In the middle of the cave-city stood a stone pillar, which back in Nidraitza's days used to glow with a faint crimson glow. But now the pillar was damaged and the tip had fallen off. The recent duegar invasion had taken its toll on the drow city, which no longer stood as mighty as it once had. But this was a part of the past, and she knew it. But she could not repress the memories, which this city was filled with.
Angrily she shook her head free of the memories and continued forwards. The cold one's calm steps carried her swiftly forwards. She reached the gates to Tier Breche, the academy. The gates slowly swung open, the sound of metal scraping against metal rang out clearly and the cold one took a cautious step backwards.
Nidraitza jabbed her fist against the cold one's neck, who obediently continued forwards, through the enormous adamantite gates. She passed Sorcere, an enormous tower, in where the drow city's mages where trained. She also passed Melee-Magthere, a pyramid shaped building. In there she had spent seven years, training, studying the arts of melee battle as well as tactical missions and full-scale wars. She could remember how some of the other student had been shocked to see a female who entered Melee-Magthere instead of Arach-Tinilith, the temple of Lloth and the place were the teaching of new priestesses took place. It was there she was going this evening.
Arach-Tinilith, the spider shaped temple of Lloth lied before her, this was the most sacred place in the city. She dismounted her lizard, and walked up the stairs towards the temple. She turned around and caught the lizard with her eyes, "You will await my return!" she spoke in the tongue of drows. The lizard slowly lied down on the ground, still fixating its eyes on the drow.