Courier 6: Stuck in the Underdark
Courier 6, also known as the famed 'Ruler of the Independent Vegas' is forced into aiding a man known only as the 'Hero of the Undrentide', how will the Underdark fare with a new arrival, one whom shoots first and ask's questions later, one armed with advanced technology which rivals most of what Toril has to offer, and how will Valen and Nathyrra and the Seer feel about this new arrival...
Disclaimer: Neverwinter Nights HOTU owned by Bioware, Atari and Forgotten Realms Studio. Fallout NV owned by Bethesda and Obsidian Entertainment.
Author's Note: This will be more of an explanatory chapter without much story behind it, but i will use it to recap some events or explain them better, as well as get some curiosities out of the way ;)... You know, because everybody likes reading about some medieval person getting all 'wet' about looking at 'Modern Technology', with said Modern Technology being guns, or Pip-boys, or Music being played out of said Pip-boy... because then i wouldn't have to write about that damned Deekin like most other HOTU stories do, but he will be included from time to time and i have planned for him to be the guy who keeps the pissed off and frustrated team members from slaughtering eachother... Especially by him keeping Sera from killing Valen and Valen from killing Sera et cetera.
Another Authors Note: Were the Designers of Fallout high (i am looking at the people who split up to form Bioware in particular and generally not those who joined Obsidian because in my opinion they had the more sensible people on the Obsidian team) when they were designing their weapons... 60,000 RPM for a Minigun, are you ridiculous, even with all those barrels and a motor, there is no way in hell you could make a motor spin barrels that fast, and the ammo consumption would be god-damned atrocious... When it comes to Miniguns and the like, i will be sticking to fire-rates of at least 3000-8000 RPM, realistic and overpowered and not using over 1000 rounds in a millisecond burst of firing, Then again i guess half these people went on to make more even more ridiculous weapons with their hyper-relativistic Mass effect guns for Mass Effect (Bioware), even thought they would be largely be impractical, Seriously they need to have a chat with people who know their shit when it comes to firearms (not that i am an Expert because you cant even get a gun in Australia and i have only ever fired a .22LR rifle once).
Chapter 3: Curiosity, the bitch that killed the cat.
Nathyrra P.O.V
Nathyrra watched behind her back as the 'courier' continued to trail behind her, always glancing around side to side in the darkness, and even with Nathyrra's own dark-vision, it was still a tiny bit of a challenge to see well past 100 meters, and at this Nathyrra had to wonder how a Surface born could have such good vision, perhaps it was those reddish lenses on the helmet, the ones which gave the 'Couriers' figure a menacing appearance that was only intensified in the darkness.
As soon as Nathyrra reached the sight of the door behind of which stood the Formian's, she heard a voice emerge from the 'Courier'.
"Hey, now's a good time for me to set up, my Mic... i mean my ears hear something skittery, i bet you it might be those Formians, nothing skitters like fucking bug chitin wrangling together"
Nathyrra had no reason to stop now, and she wanted to continue to see how the Hero of the Undrentide had performed as well as the Seer had predicted, or if it was all a failure, at the same time, Nathyrra noticed the Couriers muckup with her voice and knew that she was withholding information from her, a trait that most people would hold towards Drow, well that as well as for Nathyrra for being a complete stranger, so she could understand why information was being withheld so she would not voice her concern... yet.
Nathyrra heard as a thud emerged from the rocky floor of the cavern, and Nathyrra guessed that it was the Couriers backpack, which was intricately laced or sewn together at the seams, as they were all of one thin length apart and all level and all even, whoever made it was an expert of unparalleled skill in tailoring.
"So, where did you find a tailor for your bag?" spoke up Nathyrra, who decided to strike up a conversation to consume some time, and also some of Nathyrra's questions.
"This?" ... The Courier pointed to it's bag "Oh yeah medieval days... These bits here were sewn together back in the Pre-war days, some machine called a sewing machine made these, like with a thread and a needle but with this device that spins it or something like that, not that i know much about 200 year old appliances that do fuck all"
"Pre War" Nathyrra spoke back as that one word intrigued her, it meant that their had been some sort of war.
"Okay, this might sound like some sort of your magic right, but i come from another dimension, or realm or whatever you want to call it..."
Nathyrra's interest was peaked at this point, she knew well about the existence of other realms and dimensions, all one needed to do was look at that tall, tailed giant who guarded the Seer passionately, much to the chagrin of some women, not that Valen would ever bow down for any one woman as is custom to Drow society, so the Least that Nathyrra could do would be to hear the Couriers story.
"I am listening" spoke up Nathyrra.
"Okay, when i say Pre-war, you would assume there was this war right, but this war was unlike any others before it, because this war Destroyed everything to the barest of fucking minimums, buildings, towns, terrains, countries and continents... all swallowed up and burnt to cinders as spears of nuclear fire rained from the sky, poisoning the land's with what we call fallout and Nuclear radiation... but there were survivors, some where saved by this fucking solvent called F.E.V, which was dispersed when the Wes-Tek was obliterated by a direct nuclear blast, and when that shit enters your blood stream and you hit lethal rads, you turn into a thing called a ghoul, or you just die... but anyway, people survived in these places called vaults, think of huge bank vaults where you store gold right but replace gold bars with people and you have a vault, and when the time passed and some of the poison... when the Radiation hit relatively safe levels, and i mean relatively safe levels, well people went out there and started eeking out a living, wasn't long though before people started preying on each other like a pack of animals, some of these animals formed a kingdom called the 'New California Republic', now that sounds nice and all until you look beneath their corrupt-ass closet, and then there was this other tribe of animals called the Legion, they wanted to enslave and kill all those that didn't conform to their ways of living... not that i give a fuck about slaving and shit because life is shit and you might as well spread the fucking misery to others... but you could understand how when these two tribes met, well when they met... well that caused a class A shitstorm of huge proportions, shit happened, i took a bullet in the face, i cannot remember what my name is except for a fucking note about some Courier, which is me and my job description, so me, being the pissed off bitch that i am i went around, dispensing justice every-fucking-Bullet at a god-damned time, earned up quite a raking of dead motherfuckers at my feet, then i got kidnappped by these fucking brains, then i went to some fucking Resort town, then i Nuked Both the NCR and the Legion in the Divide, helped some fucking illiterate tribal's solve yet another fucking dispute, and then i took over the Dam with an army of loyal robots, and then i had an army of fucking lobotomites secure control of my territories, and they were good at what i call... Terri-torisizing my lands, they kept the Hobo population low at all times because i don't want to live in a shit-hole if you get what i mean, they also eliminated the fucking Mutant population... and i am now the undisputed Ruler of the Mojave... Not bad for this bad bitch if i do say so myself" Nathyrra then saw as the Courier pointed it's thumbs to itself.
Nathyrra was shocked by the story, and drawn to it as well, it even sounded as though this Courier was not unlike most of the Drow, completely Ruthless, but it sounded as though this Courier lacked the ambitious part, she could tell that even through the menacing tone that the figure sound tired at the end of the speach, as though they had given up.
The Courier had sat down and began to unravel the contents of the bag piece by piece onto the ground, there were large stockpiles of container's of water that were clearly not made from glass... Nathyrra reached down to grab one, cautious always to ensure that her actions did not harm to the Courier, and felt it flex slightly at her touch, it was pliable yet solid, it was a wonder... how did they make such a thing?.
As though the Courier had some insight into her thoughts, the Courier had chuckled and then spoke up.
"That material you are obviously confused about is called plastic... and don't ask me about how it is made because i would have no fucking clue... and that goes for most other things in my backpack... besides from weapons and weapon bits"
Nathyrra began to sit on the opposite corner whilst the Courier was still sorting out it's equipment into piles, when that was done, The figure then began to turn on the lights of its wrist-held device, before turning off the lenses and unscrewing the helmet silently.
Sera saw the beginnings of a handsome cheek, slightly slicked in dirt, but beautiful none the less, but when the helmet came up to the beginning of the forehead, that image of beauty was shattered by an obviously large scar on the right side of her forehead, it was without a doubt one of the most disgusting scars that Nathyrra had seen, even being a Drow and an Assassin, she had not seen such scar's before.
"I'm fucking horrible aren't i, it's like i have a pussy on my god-damned face, and that is why i am the bitch-cunt queen of the Fucking waste's" Natyrra was shocked by a now emerging female tone of voice, this one was not menacing, but rough and angry, and as usual was full of expletives that could make a maiden blush.
Nathyrra spotted close cut hair on the sides of the head except for on top, which was held up and cut short, not unlike a males hairstyle from what she had heard or seen but before Nathyrra could comment, she heard the Courier speak up.
"Nope, don't comment on my hair or i will shove a subsonic .22 up your ass, i like it and it doesn't get in my fucking view unlike some fucking prom bitches" Nathyrra heard as the Courier changed her tone of voice to a stereotypical tone of voice that was universal in understanding "Ohhhh i have long hair and a pony-tail..." and then the Courier returned to her normal flat tone "Well those bitches can suck off a Deathclaw, and i ain't gonna give them a fucking reach-around, you say it to my fucking face and you fucking die, that's my opinion and end of discussion"
It was clear that Nathyrra knew well enough to not raise any comments about her hair or her scar as they were off limits in a conversation.
"You said you had fought off giant ants before, tell me about those"
The Courier remained silent for a moment, as though reflecting on past events, and then a moment later she reached for her main crossbow-weapon before she pulled out a box-like object from it and placed it on the ground before she began to reach out for a screwdriver.
"Well, what can i say, there's three varieties, small fucking ants, big fucking ants, and then there are fucking ants that breathe fire... nothing much else to say really, if you have a .357 for most of the smaller critters, you can put them down quite well enough, but for the larger ones you will be wanting .308 caliber weapon to do some reliable damage from a good distance, because nothing goes through chitin better than a .308 armour piercer besides a 50 Cal or a Gauss-rifle round, though a 44 Magnum from a rifle at close range or a 45-70 gov will also reliably tackle the fuckers, or you could just pepper them with 5mm rounds, cos all they are spitzers, that means that from FMJ or JHP, they will always be going through the flesh, though the JHP will impart more energy on impact and a FMJ will exert all that energy piercing through, but with a 5mm you will be expending quite a bit of ammunition, they are little more than sharpened varmint rounds with the power of a short-necked 5.56 round"
Nathyrra had no idea what half of what the Courier had said was, but it sounded as though that information would be quite helpful for someone who would know what she was talking about.
"You have not a clue about what i am talking to you about, right?"
Nathyrra nodded her head, at this the Courier grabbed the elongated box-object from her and she pulled out an object from within and then passed it to Her.
Nathyrra grabbed it within her hands and she observed it for a moment, before turning it on its side and seeing a small circular indent and embedded words that had no meaning for Nathyrra.
"These words, what does it say?"
"MilSurp, Colt 5x42 Btail JHP P-Spitz, That means that this is a Military Surplus round made by Colt, it is in caliber 5 millimetres wide and is 42 millimeters long, is boat-tail shaped and is a Jacketed Hollow Point round with a plastic Spitzer... that means that the bullet is sharp, but the plastic breaks apart upon entry and the bullet expands inside the of the body, however it was discovered to be mostly useless against soft targets like you or me because it flys through the air so fast that it doesn't have the time to expand during penetration, so it was a dud during the Pre-war days, but with the arrival of big-fucking bugs and what not, they can come in handy against them because they have tough shells and weak fleshy insides, on the other hand the FMJ round just cuts through but has minimal impact against flesh, so on both accounts the round sucked, so the militaries tried to push it off, but the American's kept it in production because you could sling a shit ton without worrying about too much recoil and they cost less than a twenty dollar whore to manufacture bulk rounds, especially for the 5milimetre Miniguns, but even then the Vindicator 4.7mm caseless Versions sucked, it was even worser than the 5mm version unless you were countering against armour, but the rounds had the same problem of doing minimal damage, but then those rounds were more unpredictable when going through you, they veered and shit like the 5.56ers, and when you had enough heat in the barrels, they cooked off rounds like no tomorrow"
Again, Nathyrra had no idea on what the Courier was talking about.
The Courier took the round from Nathyrra and showed off the indented end.
"This right here is where the primer cap is, inside is a chemical that when struck will explode, the gasses from that explosion goes into the smokeless gunpowder and sets that on fire" The Courier then moved her left hand index finger over the tip of the round "when that gunpowder explodes, it sends that piece of metal out at over the speed of sound towards your target"
Nathyrra decided to try to get the Courier to change the subject, so she asked brusquely.
"Do you have any other subject to talk about then something i would not understand... perhaps you could talk about that device on your wrist"
Sera's P.O.V
"Do you have any other subject to talk about then something i would not understand... perhaps you could talk about that device on your wrist"
That comment jarred her a bit, but she understood how that primitive bitch might be ignorant about the power of the Gun, but the Pipboy would definitely get Nathyrra's attention.
"What do you want to know about The Pipboy 3000a, other than that it can envelop objects in a Quantum field and teleport it into another dimension where you can retrieve it at will with the press of a button, or that it can read Holo-tapes, read out your vital medical data, receive radio and Ham signals, has an inbuilt Geiger counter that somehow works without the inert argon gas in it being replaced since 2077 or that i have stored tons of information, tactical readouts and the odd holo-tape of Bob Crosby or Cole Porter or Dean Martin or whatever, infact you wanna listen to them?"
"Listen to them?... you mean like people?"
Sera laughed, and when she did it shocked Nathyrra, who probably got used to hearing her laughs through her good ol' helmets voice modulator, something she valued when it came to fucking with people.
"I will take that as a yes"
Sera toggled through the bottom right button labeled data and selected it, she then went to the miscelaneus section and looked through the list before choosing upon 'I dont want to set the world on fire' by the Ink Spots.
Suddenly the small room was filled with the quiet tune of the song, and about four seconds in, the voice came in.
'I don't want to set the world on fire'
'I just want to start'
'A flame in your heart'
'In my heart I have but one desire'
'And that one is you'
'No other will do'
'I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim'
'I just want to be the one you love'
'And with your admission that you feel the same'
'I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of'
Nathyrra was awestruck, obviously she was in shock that something like music could be recreated from something that came from a wrist, but Sera decided to stop the music there, before adding in a remark.
"Oh the Ink Spots, if only you could know that the World was literally, and i mean literally set on fire, you would be rolling in your graves"
Sera then decided to select 'Dear Hearts and Gentle people' by Bob Crosby
'I love those dear hearts and gentle people,'
'Who live in my home town.'
'Because those dear hearts and gentle people'
'Will never ever let you down.'
'They read the good book from Fri' till Monday,'
'That's how the weekend goes. (how it goes)'
'I've got a dream house I'll build there one day,'
'With picket fence and ramblin' rose.'
'I feel so welcome each time that I return'
'That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown.'
'I love those dear hearts and gentle people,'
'Who live and love in my (in my) home town.'
Nathyrra was also obviously shocked, so Sera decided to stop the song before looking into her face and speaking to Nathyrra.
"So, satisfied yet?"
Nathyrra nodded her head.
"Now are you going to just sit there and complain about anything else, or will you let me clean and maintain my guns?"
Nathyrra looked into the face of the Courier, it was obvious that Sera might have insulted her, but Sera wasn't some bitch who backed out of any fight, and it seemed that Nathyrra wasn't looking for a fight, at least not yet.
"Great, i will try not to take too long then"
Sera quickly pushed the bullet she held within the palm of her hand and placed it back into the clip that it came from, that done Sera then moved onto her next job, removing the two thin screws from the frame, which was easily done and pulled away with ease.
Next Sera pulled out the spring and the bolt assembly and a variety of other components that made up her assault rifle, normally Sera would give each component a look over, but today she would be satisfied with a quick field striping and a bit of cleaning and lubing.
Sera quickly reached for her box of Abraxo and placed small amounts of the powder into an empty tin can, she then grabbed a bottle of dirty water and poured it in, before stirring the powder around with her fingers before the water gained a surface of suds, Sera then ripped of a rag from a torn piece of pre-war clothing and doused the rag in the Abraxo solution until it was soaked to the right amount, and then tied that rag around the end of her screwdriver and scraped it along the sides, removing any caked on or scoured carbon and creating a black patch over the rag, indicative of just how annoying using 200 year old Pre-war Military surplus ammunition, but the weapon was in mint condition and only jammed one her twice, and only once was this when the weapon couldnt feed a round properly because the bullet was undercharged and it failed to generate the amount of recoil to restart the reloading process, The other-time was when she logged the Magazine in too quickly in a stressful battle and would not feed into the gun because it was too loosely secured into the weapon.
After a minute, the insides of the gun were sparkling clean, so Sera quickly reached for the back of her bag and pulled out a small tin of gun lube, and she began to lube up the bolt assembly and several other components that would slide during the firing action, thus making sure that all regions were readily lubed, when they were, Sera then placed each component back into their proper places before finally screwing the last two screws in to the frame... and the Gun was ready to be used again and the fun was ready to be continued... at least with this particular weapon.
Sera then lifted out Maria, her new 9x19mm Pistol and pulled out the extended 21 round magazines, she then took off the 2x scope and laid it down.
On the left side of the weapon, she depressed a tiny pin a little way inwards then she reversed the side and slid a tiny slide downwards and the slide came apart, revealing the handle part and the slide.
Sera then took the main spring out of the slide and began to give it the same Abraxo treatment as before, but because she was using newer Gun Runners Arsenal rounds, they produced far less soot and powder burns than the older rounds from the Pre-war era, and the reasoning was sound, Gunpowder just like any other Organic compound ages, and the old round's would still fire, but sometimes they were under powered or they would produce a lot of unburnt powder that would scour itself or burn up in the barrel, and after successive salvos under a combat situation, the barrel would clog up and misfires and jamming could become commonplace.
When Sera was sure that everything was sparkling clean, Sera began to reapply lubricant to all areas likely to move, which was most of the barrel and the springs, but once that was done, Sera began to reattach all the components back, with the whole event only taking 3 minutes, whilst her Assault rifle took 10 minutes to clean.
Sera then pulled back the slide of Maria and was pleased at the sound of the action.
'Ker-Clak'
Sera grinned as she saw Nathyrra watch the weapon spring to life in her hand, and then Sera reached for her silencer and placed it over the threaded barrel before twisting it securely over the barrel, it was ready for killing.
Sera then placed her 21 round magazine through the pistol grip and pulled back the slide to be greeted to the view of a fresh round in the chamber...
Sera was stricken with a new idea (besides, it was a little heavy carrying everything with her on the Pipboy and she needed to clear some space), so she reached for her Pipboy, selected the weapons menu and brought out her modified M1911A1 .45 ACP Pistol which featured a HD Slide and came with a silencer and extended magazines, it might not exactly be the perfect weapon for a new comer to guns, but the rounds would be enough for most purposes in this World it seemed.
Sera then searched through her Pipboy and pulled out about 50 rounds of the silencer as well as three extended clip magazines and pulled them out, they fell to the ground with a thump, and Nathyrra looked like she was surprised when things came out of nowhere, but she apparently did not feel like raising the question.
Sera then grabbed the first 15 round extended magazine and began the process of manually placing in one indivual round of one by one until all three magazines were filled, except for the last 5 rounds, which Sera kept in case they were needed.
Sera than reached for the silencer and began to slot it over the threaded barrel before twisting it securely over the barrel until it was as tight a fit as possible, Sera then went through numerous firing positions to test out the weight and everything... and then Sera pulled the magazine out of the pistol and returned it to the pile of other Extended mags, before Sera turned around and spoke up to Nathyrra.
"Your an assassin right, with those daggers?"
Nathyrra spoke up.
"Yes... I am"
Sera could tell that Nathyrra was wondering how she would react to the news.
"So what, i used to be a Bountyhunter and an Assassin... i can improve your deadly art Ten-Fold... with this thing here" Sera then pointed to the gun and the magazines.
"And what would i have a use for them, i have no experience with such weapons"
"But surely you have seen me execute those other Drow before right? at least i think i saw you hiding behind a doorway or something, well wouldn't it be a great idea to have it as a back up, it must get hard to kill every one of your opponents with stealth with daggers right, and sometimes their is that Odd cunt or two who plans his shit out, but they cannot outrun a fucking bullet to the head!"
"again i am not interested in your weapons"
Sera Grinned, it was fucking go time, this bitch was going to get educated, she was going to show this black-elfed bitch what a fucking gun would do.
Sera unscanned her .45 ACP Pistol and the extended magazines, and instead scanned out her modified 5mm CZ53 personal minigun as well as several large belts of linked ammunition, with a fire rate of 6,000 RPM, or rather 100 rounds per second, or even better 99 rounds too many for the god-damned enemies she was facing... Because when it came to impressing people and waving your 'dick-size' around, nothing impresses better than a Minigun, If their was a Can of Whoop-ass, this was the motherfucking murder child of that can that had demonic sex with Satan himself who shat out this Death-wreaking device, Fuckers where going to get wrecked today, it was always on Sera's agenda to kill more people.
Nathyrra looked to have been shocked, her eyes were doing those round saucers thing, as though she couldnt decide on just what the hell to call the thing before her.
Sera laughed and spoke up.
"This is a CZ53 Minigun, better known in my laymen terms as 'The Fucker-upper', when you need every motherfucker dead and you want their mothers to be scraping away the remains for months afterwards, Then accept no substitutes other than for a Gatling Laser... or a Fatman Nuclear Catapult"
Sera then dropped the Minigun to the floor before scanning out towards her armour, it was scanned back into her pip-boy and she was left standing buck naked, the scene shocked Nathyrra for the fifth or sixth time in a row, but a second later, Sera was in a full suit of Advanced MK1 Enclave Powerarmour, Sera needed the suit to absorb all the recoil and to have the strength to even support wielding the Minigun... because shooting a 100 rounds for every second was not exactly the most user-friendly weapon system recoil wise.
The Suit also had the added effect of being twice as intimidating as her last suit, and the horn like appearance of the gas tubes located above the head added to the appearance of being like a demon.
Nathyrra P.O.V.
The Woman that stood before her was no longer that heavily scarred woman or the Golem-like creature that she saw before, no... this woman was taller and far more menacing, rivaling even with Valen for height and the 'Horns' made the suit told a haughty truth to the whole facade, the wearer was to be feared, and the glowing yellow eyes... like the eyes of a predator, and the suit itself was full black and very bulky, as though it would be proof against all weapons save for those of a divine being.
Nathyrra was actually terrified a little, now she was alert... was it really a good idea to follow this stranger in the first place.
"The Formians, are they enemies?"
Nathyrra thought about that question for a moment before replying.
"I do not know for sure, but the Hero of Undrentide would have most likely made an ally with the Formians... and therefore they should not be harmed"
"Well i want something fucking dead... lead on oh valiant explorer of these depths... deliver me to thine killing work and save me from boredom!"
Great, now that woman had to resort to mockery to appease her unsatisfied blood lust, and if Nathyrra thought about it, Valen might get along with her, she has the whole blood-lust, crazy attitude and not to mention being someone from another plane... perhaps that sullen Valen would get that scowl out of his face if he had someone to stuff.
With that thought giving Nathyrra a grin, she decided to lead the team for now, she was an expert when it came to the shadows, and it even seemed that the Courier was nearly as good as herself with keeping with the shadows, but how the Courier could see so well in the Underdark, despite clearly being human is another thing to ponder for another time, now they had to find the Hero of the Undrentide and quickly.
They passed through several tunnels where they eventually found a large hallway, on which there was a large opening as well as a large group of ants fighting off a mass of Drow attackers, and in the front lines was the Half-Orc Morak, the Hero of the Undrentide.
Nathyrra turned her head and spoke.
"See that man their, he is the Hero of the Undrentide that you are seeking... what do you plan doing with him when you meet him?"
The Courier spoke back, the menacing voice setting several alarms off in her head.
"I'll either slap his ass raw because i would not be here if that bitch-ass goddess thing hadn't needed him so importantly, or ill save his ass so that i can fucking get back home to ruling over my Imperial New Vegas, which i happen to enjoy doing... in small amounts"
And then Nathyrra hit upon something, perhaps she could get her to save Morak from the battle whilst giving time for Nathyrra to slip behind the scenes and do some unofficial scouting out of the terrain.
"I have a plan, if you can save the Hero of the Undrentide, then i will slip around from the sides and scout out the area"
"Good idea, that leaves me to killing and you to scouting then!"
Nathyrra decided to ask one question as she was readying for her run.
"What ever kind of Assassin were you to be rushing into your enemies?"
The Courier snorted before pulling out the finger to Nathyrra and giving a haughty reply.
"When you get your own suit of Power armour, tell me because once you get one you get blood thirsty for life!"
At that, Nathyrra began to her brisk run, whilst at the same time ensuring that there were no stray drow soldiers within the areas, and there were not many of them.
After roughly a minute of Scouting, she heard what could only be described as the sound of twenty saws scraping against a huge log of tree's in a confused rythm of movement... as well as something akin to the sound of tearing paper and the mixture of a dragons roar, all at once... She would not be surprised if such a ruckus would be heard in Lith My'athar.
Nathyrra tried to ignore the noise and continue to go about her task of scouting out the enemy forces, and over a period of three minutes, she had found a peculiar group of Drow armed with several ballistae, and whilst she doubted that the Hero of the Undrentide would be able to enter the narrow pathway unhindered, perhaps it was fate that led Eliastraee to send another guardian for the Hero, one that had black armour and the odd weapons that just might be able to not only withstand the said punishment, but utterly crush the Drow forces from a distance.
And then she wondered, how would The Courier and The Hero of the Undrentide interact with one another... she knew that they would not like each other, for one Morak was known from tales as being a rather heroic figure from humble origins, whilst The Courier was quite vile in manners and attitude, and the way she acted rubbed Nathyrra the wrong way...
So... What did you think?