Chapter 2: Torment's and Lies
I would like to thank Icy for the advice on my writing, and no I don't hate you =-D anyways don't be afraid to pick on my story of any plot holes . . . . I'm working hard on that part more than anything, so I guess I slipped in my story format. Thanks again!
It was morning judging by the heat of Narbondel, Zourn waking lathered in a cool sweat from the night's nightmare about his last patrol mission sent out of Menzoberranzan. "This isn't normal!" Zourn screamed at himself, "I'm a drow warrior, I know no fear!" In his frustration, he didn't notice his sister standing at the door of his private room. "So this is what Zourn fears?" asked Kalape, "You fear what you cannot defeat." Zourn spat at her feet in disgust. "I'm I wrong then brother?" she replied with no venom or anger. Zourn turned to face her with his usual cockiness, "Have you ever left the city on a patrol to the surface?" he asked. "Of course not, I was still training in Arach-Tinilith" Kalape said with a shrug. "Do you know of the burning globe in the sky?" Zourn said a little more loudly, " Have you ever felt the way it burning your skin? Like it is being ripped off your bones!" Zourn in a frenzy now screamed "Do you know what it is like to be captured and laughed at by the surface elves in their wicked ways, leaving you to burning forever on the damnable surface!" Zourn's face would appear white to the infrared seeing eyes. Kalape trying to calm her volatile brother, "I know not the pains you endured on the surface, but I can share some compassion with what you were put through." She said with true sincerity. Zourn, surprised by his sister's somewhat kind words calmed him. "Why have you come?" He replied. "Matron Jaife requires your assistance on a matter with another house to say the least." Kalape said as she turned and walked out of his room.
Zourn guessing the house to be Baenre, got dressed, strapped his scimitars on and walked to the Grand Hall where Matron Jaife awaited him. Zourn walked down the hall, noticing some of the stares he received when he passed one of the many guards throughout the house. Pushing the giant Grand Hall, doors open noticed that only Matron Jaife was in the chamber sitting on her throne. He walked in letting the magically enchanted doors close themselves, he strode up to Matron Jaife and dropped into a low bow, then going down onto one knee in respect. "Kalape told you about the matter at hand?" she asked. Zourn replied, "She told me only that I was to deal with a house, not naming them though." Jaife grinned, "You will be dealing with House Baenre, if you haven't guessed for yourself Elder boy." Zourn bit his lip at his mother's accuracy of her questioning, "What is the task that I am to perform?" Zourn replied, "Always to the point, you are watch a meeting between two houses, House Baenre, and House Lavin." Zourn surprised that House Baenre would deal with House Lavin so soon after their last conflict. Then again this was Menzoberranzan, where lies could become true without it ever know to be false. "Where is this meeting point?" He replied. Matron smiled, which was a rare thing indeed! "It will take place at Donigarten." Zourn's face flushed at the mention of the place. He had been there once tracking down his younger brother who planned to sell out their house to Lavin. He had offered to let his brother come back in all sincerity, but his brother so much like himself denied any offer of help and tried to kill Zourn. He lost. Zourn noticed he had let his thoughts wander too long, and he might of let too much go. If Matron Jaife would have fond out he would be in trouble himself. "Consider it done Matron Jaife, flawless as always" He got back up and bowed low and swept out of the chamber. Jaife only smiled at her son's eagerness to please her. "My dear son only if you knew . . . . . ."
Zourn went back to his room to equip himself for his mission, pulled out his custom silk black piwafwi when hid his body heat from the heat spectrum eyes , and laid it across his bed. Next, pulling out his oddly enchanted chain mail, that would pulse slightly, when any Underdark creature came within 10 feet of the armor. He slid it over his muscled body, without it making a single chime. Then he clamped on the piwafwi over the chain mail, which held a slot for the ball and chain that held the piwafwi from coming off or being cut by a blade, like most piwafwi's were. Fully out fitted and feeling confident, he left his house on foot rather then having a lizard to worry about to give his position away. This meeting had more important than Zourn could ever imagine.
I would like to thank Icy for the advice on my writing, and no I don't hate you =-D anyways don't be afraid to pick on my story of any plot holes . . . . I'm working hard on that part more than anything, so I guess I slipped in my story format. Thanks again!
It was morning judging by the heat of Narbondel, Zourn waking lathered in a cool sweat from the night's nightmare about his last patrol mission sent out of Menzoberranzan. "This isn't normal!" Zourn screamed at himself, "I'm a drow warrior, I know no fear!" In his frustration, he didn't notice his sister standing at the door of his private room. "So this is what Zourn fears?" asked Kalape, "You fear what you cannot defeat." Zourn spat at her feet in disgust. "I'm I wrong then brother?" she replied with no venom or anger. Zourn turned to face her with his usual cockiness, "Have you ever left the city on a patrol to the surface?" he asked. "Of course not, I was still training in Arach-Tinilith" Kalape said with a shrug. "Do you know of the burning globe in the sky?" Zourn said a little more loudly, " Have you ever felt the way it burning your skin? Like it is being ripped off your bones!" Zourn in a frenzy now screamed "Do you know what it is like to be captured and laughed at by the surface elves in their wicked ways, leaving you to burning forever on the damnable surface!" Zourn's face would appear white to the infrared seeing eyes. Kalape trying to calm her volatile brother, "I know not the pains you endured on the surface, but I can share some compassion with what you were put through." She said with true sincerity. Zourn, surprised by his sister's somewhat kind words calmed him. "Why have you come?" He replied. "Matron Jaife requires your assistance on a matter with another house to say the least." Kalape said as she turned and walked out of his room.
Zourn guessing the house to be Baenre, got dressed, strapped his scimitars on and walked to the Grand Hall where Matron Jaife awaited him. Zourn walked down the hall, noticing some of the stares he received when he passed one of the many guards throughout the house. Pushing the giant Grand Hall, doors open noticed that only Matron Jaife was in the chamber sitting on her throne. He walked in letting the magically enchanted doors close themselves, he strode up to Matron Jaife and dropped into a low bow, then going down onto one knee in respect. "Kalape told you about the matter at hand?" she asked. Zourn replied, "She told me only that I was to deal with a house, not naming them though." Jaife grinned, "You will be dealing with House Baenre, if you haven't guessed for yourself Elder boy." Zourn bit his lip at his mother's accuracy of her questioning, "What is the task that I am to perform?" Zourn replied, "Always to the point, you are watch a meeting between two houses, House Baenre, and House Lavin." Zourn surprised that House Baenre would deal with House Lavin so soon after their last conflict. Then again this was Menzoberranzan, where lies could become true without it ever know to be false. "Where is this meeting point?" He replied. Matron smiled, which was a rare thing indeed! "It will take place at Donigarten." Zourn's face flushed at the mention of the place. He had been there once tracking down his younger brother who planned to sell out their house to Lavin. He had offered to let his brother come back in all sincerity, but his brother so much like himself denied any offer of help and tried to kill Zourn. He lost. Zourn noticed he had let his thoughts wander too long, and he might of let too much go. If Matron Jaife would have fond out he would be in trouble himself. "Consider it done Matron Jaife, flawless as always" He got back up and bowed low and swept out of the chamber. Jaife only smiled at her son's eagerness to please her. "My dear son only if you knew . . . . . ."
Zourn went back to his room to equip himself for his mission, pulled out his custom silk black piwafwi when hid his body heat from the heat spectrum eyes , and laid it across his bed. Next, pulling out his oddly enchanted chain mail, that would pulse slightly, when any Underdark creature came within 10 feet of the armor. He slid it over his muscled body, without it making a single chime. Then he clamped on the piwafwi over the chain mail, which held a slot for the ball and chain that held the piwafwi from coming off or being cut by a blade, like most piwafwi's were. Fully out fitted and feeling confident, he left his house on foot rather then having a lizard to worry about to give his position away. This meeting had more important than Zourn could ever imagine.