A/N- This is a story about my character from Everquest named Cenreny. She is on the Firiona Vie (Roleplaying Preferred) server, and is a Gnomish Rogue. I started the character with my RL friend who was playing a Dark Elf... the same friend, in fact, who played my character Anouk's sire in the V:tM game. The funny thing was, his Dark Elf got into an all evil roleplaying guild, and they wouldn't let me join unless my character was a slave of his! So here I was, roleplaying ANOTHER slave of his, and it was so much fun. In keeping with my personality, (where I write about stuff I like) I decided to write Cenreny's story too... and here it is. It isn't done yet, however, but I'm working on it.

A/N 2.0- Special thanks in the fic go to my friend, Anaziroth, who was the reason I wrote this story and even played the character in the first place. Again, I know I fudged his personality... sorry! Also, very special thanks to the Ancienne Noblesse website and another Drow Dictionary for their wonderful Drow language dictionaries. All the Drow in this story is taken from these two sights, which were so extremely helpful it's not even funny. All translations are at the bottom of the page.


Cenreny always had quick fingers. Throughout her childhood in her hometown of Ak'Anon, she learned best with her hands. It was something both she and her parents took pride in, since Cenreny's skill seemed to be exceptional to normal Gnomes her age. Her father, who was a mechanic, was particularly thrilled. As a toddler she would take apart her clockwork toys instead of playing with them, curious to figure out how the thing worked. Instead of admonishing her, her father would encourage the behaviour, and Cenreny quickly took apart everything she could get her little hands on. She seemed destined to become a mechanic.

When she was the Human equivalent of 15 years of age, her father received a summons that he was needed to repair one of the telescopes in the Gnomish outposts located in the forest of Lesser Faydark. Cenreny begged to be allowed to accompany him, eager to see more of the world, but her father put his foot down. He told her the Lesser Faydark was no place for a child. There were far too many dangers, and he wouldn't risk putting his only daughter into a potentially hazardous situation. For her part, Cenreny understood her father's concern, but couldn't pass up a chance to go where no Gnome her age ever dared to step foot. So when her father packed and left on his journey with a few traders heading the same direction, Cenreny quietly slipped out of the little house and followed him.

She was careful to stay far enough away that he wouldn't notice her, but also close enough that if she found herself in a sticky situation she could run to him for help. The journey took only a few days, but by the time they arrived, Cenreny was exhausted. She hadn't thought camping on her own would be as hard as it was, but at least she knew better for next time.

The outpost was nothing more than two buildings with telescopes in both, and a few Gnomes mulling about. Her father and the traders were welcomed in, but Cenreny wasn't seen. She didn't know how long she would keep up the tailing act, but she knew her dad wouldn't be pleased if he knew she was there. She managed to keep out of sight for the first night, camping a little ways away, but the next night was different.

Cenreny had been asleep for maybe an hour when she awoke on the second night since their arrival. She had made her camp at the base of a large pine tree, where shrubs and other forest bush concealed a little hollow under the branches. Immediately she knew something was wrong. Her sharp ears heard sounds of screaming, and her nose smelled magical fire. Silently, she crawled to the edge of her hiding spot and peered through the brush.

The night sky was tainted orange and red from a fire burning in the direction of the outpost, and Cen saw tall dark figures strolling around. She was about to dash to the outpost and see what was wrong, when she heard a voice say some sort of incantation, and found herself mesmerized. She could still hear, though, but didn't understand a word of the language they were speaking.

"Vel'bol zhah ol?" Said a dark gruff voice.

"Usstan talinth ol zhah jalbyr yingil," said the same voice that mesmerized her.

"Elgg ol, zhahn!" The gruff voice said.

"Nau, il zhah endar… inlul lueth maglust."

"Nind phuul jal inlul…" the gruff voice snorted.

"Inlulur, zhahn."

"Ji?"

"Ji usstan talinth il zhah dalhar."

"Vel'uss kyonen?"

"Usstan xun! Xuil fol xund lueth draeval, il xal zhaun ulu tlu bwael rothe."

"Nindol zhah waela, jhal mri'kul ol phor lueth bautha ol do'bauthin. Ka ol elg'caren, zotreth ol."

Cenreny still couldn't move as a tall figure approached her with bonds and tied her arms behind her back and a rope around her neck. He also tied her feet, but let some slack between her ankles so she would be able to walk. During this time she got a better look at her captors, and realized that they must be the Dark Elves her mother always warned her about. They had indigo coloured skin and long pointed ears, and many of them had white hair. The gruff voiced one was wearing platemail and had a long sword on his belt, while the mesmerizer was wearing a yellow robe and carried a staff. She was being tied up by a dark elf in leather armor, who seemed to exist to do the bidding of Gruffvoice.

The leather armoured dark elf picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, which broke the mesmerization. Immediately Cenreny began to try and kick her captor, but was rewarded with a sharp painful slap to her rear. She yelped loudly and started screaming for her father. The dark elf gave her a couple more spanks before looking at his superior for a command. Gruffvoice grimaced and sighed.

"Venorsh ilta!"

"Xas, Jabbuk" said the elf under her. He dropped her like a sack of potatoes and Cen did the only thing she could think of: run. She managed to avoid the hand that tried to grab her, and raced toward the outpost. It wasn't that far, and soon she came upon a scene of horror.

The two buildings were on fire, and every single one of the Gnomes was in a pile, each one dead. Cenreny cried out in denial and ran toward the pile of bodies, but tripped on the rope binding her legs. She fell forward and plunged face first onto the ground, skinning her chin and scraping her cheek. The little gnome tried to pick herself up and get closer to see if her father was among the rest of the bodies, but found herself blinded by tears. She knew that there was no chance her father could still be alive, but she needed to make sure. As she got to her feet and stumbled closer to the flames, she heard footsteps behind her. They were coming faster than she was moving, and soon they had overcome her. The leather clad dark elf picked her up again, and she found herself sobbing limp against him. Cenreny was lost in her tears, and didn't even have the will to resist a makeshift gag being shoved into her mouth and secured to her head.

Still sobbing in grief, she was taken back to the other dark elves and saw both Gruffvoice and YellowRobe approaching her. Gruffvoice looked angry, but YellowRobe seemed to look rather concerned. As soon as he was close enough, Gruffvoice grabbed Cenreny out of the other elf's hands, and shook her like a rag-doll. He then struck her on the side of the head with the back of his hand. Cenreny burst out with new sobs from the pain, and Gruffvoice struck her again. Dazed by the second strike, Cen wasn't able to figure out what the other elves were doing, but she heard shouts. When she looked up, it was YellowRobe, speaking sharply to Gruffvoice.

"Nindel zhah z'lonzic!"

"Z'lonzic?! Il do'bauthus! Dos k'jakr deawl ulu ser ilta?!"

"Il ssrig'luinus ulu screa bauth l'byren… Il yorn naut xo'al ulu do'bauth 'sohna. Il urui nau vel'klar ulu alu, lueth usstan zhal plynn ilta nindol draeval, y'sik taga dosst waele kyorl."

Gruffvoice growled under his breath, and Cenreny didn't have time to figure out what was said before YellowRobe came over to her. She feared being struck again, and cowered away from the large dark elf, who meerly smirked. Saying a quick incantation, she saw YellowRobe weave his magic, and was then taken into a deep sleep.


"What is it?"

"I think it is another Gnome"

"Kill it, then!"

"No, she is different… small and alone."

"They are all small…"

"Smaller, then."

"So?"

"So I think she is a child."

"Who cares?"

"I do! With some effort and time, she may learn to be a good slave."

"This is foolish, but lock it up and avoid it escapeing. If it complains, strike it."

"Silence her!"

"Yes, commander."

"That is enough!"

"Enough?! She escaped! You still wish to keep her?!"

"She needed to learn about the others… she will not try to escape again. She has no where to go, and I shall take her this time, rather than your stupid guard."