Redemption
As Mylieki walked through the streets of Menzoberranzan he wrapped his piwafi tightly around his thin dark frame, his long mane of white hair framing his coal black face. Mylieki's slanted elf features and eyes that were green, in and out of the infrared spectrum, gave a beauty to his cruel dark elf features.
Mylieki wore finely crafted chain mail, thin, black leather boots, and breeches. Splayed across the male elf's thin chest was a flaming orange spider, making him as a noble of house Baenre. A small, double edged battle ax hung from one side of Mylieki's black and purple diamond studded belt, and a wide, short, straight tipped sword hung from the right side of his belt.
The elf moved silent as a cat, through the shadows of Menzoberranzan, hands resting on his finely crafted weapons. He slipped unnoticed past a pair of grey dwarf slaves, even a hooked horror with its excellent sense of hearing completely missed the elf.
Mylieki was the very shadow of death. He was the weapons master of house Baenre and wasn't even fifty yet. Mylieki's job this evening was to rid Menzoberranzan of a band of renegade drow which knew too many of Baenre's secrets.
The drow smiled as he finally came across his prey's trail. The small group's trail was still radiating heat. Mylieki drew his ax and sword and began to methodically stock his victims.
Half and hour passed and Mylieki wasn't more than ten feet behind the arguing renegades, weapons poised. The dark elf struck fast and hard, two fell with subtle slashes opening their throats from behind. Mylieki had hoped for some confusion, but these were dark elves, and no novices at that. Oh Well!
Mylieki was the most devastating warrior in Menzoberranzan and that reputation didn't come lightly in this lightless cavern city. The drow kicked one of his opponents into a giant mushroom and thrust his sword home. How Mylieki loved killing other drow.
Three of the renegades surrounded Mylieki in a triangle attacking from all sides. Mylieki snickered as he ducked, spun, parried, countered, and dodged. Every time one of the dark elves thought they'd found an opening the single drow's axe or sword was there to send the blow wide.
The Baenre noble's weapons danced in blurring harmony, every parry and counter giving him a bit more advantage. The tip of a sword brushed Mylieki's cheek, opening a line of blood. Mylieki quit smiling and put on a burst of speed disarming his three opponents in three successive maneuvers and taking their heads from their shoulders.
Mylieki spun fiercely on the final drow renegade, face contorted in a grimace of rage. The final drow, by name of Ryfleel charged the spinning blades of Mylieki fearlessly. The noble of Baenre twisted his body in the flowing dance, his feet never staying in one spot for long, always moving to keep him balanced.
Sparks flashed as Mylieki's weapons grated against Ryfleel's. The two drow spun and wove almost one entity for mere instants. Then the superior Baenre took control and overpowered the renegade.
Ryfleel was in complete shock at this young warrior's prowess. He felt his weapon leave his trembling hand and grunted as Mylieki's sword shattered his ribs and bit into his heart.
Mylieki felt the blade sink home, and shrugged off any remorse. He wrenched the sword from Ryfleel's thrashing corpse and cleaned the gore from his weapons on the piwafi of one of the dead drow.