Driders and dark elves
Author: shadow striker
Sum. This is just some thing that I've had laying around for a while, please tell me if I should write a chapter two (author's eyes light up hopefully) or stop were it is.
DISCLAIMER:I don't own the drow or any thing noticeable.
She lifted eyes from the page she was reading and smiled cruelly at me and blew a kiss to me, her voice never cracked as she read the words that would doom me for eternity, all the time she smiled.
As my lower body seemed to catch fire from the inside and my legs felt like they were tearing them selves apart, the pain seemed to go on for hours until I blacked out from it.
When I woke I found that my bounds had been released and there was a short sword laying beside me on the hard stone floor, I tried to get to my feet and feel promptly back to the ground when I failed to compensate for the extra six legs that the dark ritual had given him a punishment for refusing to kill a high Elvin child that he had bought from a slave trader who had captured it.
The matron mother had not been pleased that one of her sons would refuse her and tried to force him to kill the child for weeks until she finally killed it herself in fit of rage and ordered him taken to the drider caves where the darkest of punishments were carried out.
He tried again to get to his feet moving one leg at a time after a few more falls and a few bruises he managed to stand he reached for the sword, it was never a good idea to be unarmed in the underdark, that was when he saw her standing not ten feet from him still with that cruel smile on her darkly handsome face.
I tried to move towards the cleric maybe to kill her or to make her change me back from this monster that she had made me into, my legs quickly became tangled and caused me to fall back to the ground jarring my left arm as I fell causing me to drop the sword.
She laughed at my attempts to rise again from my fall and made a gesture of her hands and I found that I couldn't move any part of my new body, for the first time I looked down at myself and tried to scream (but no sound came out no matter how hard I tried) at what I saw, my body had become bloated like that of a corpse and deformed, my skin was a light purple color.
She looked at me and spoke in langue that I no longer could understand and waited for a few minutes for me to reply finally she must of tired of waiting because she tried the silent hand langue of our people which I seemed to still comprehend, "this is your punishment for defying our law" was all she signed before disappearing into the shadows leaving me to my punishment.