Hi, may name is Sandra, and I just wanted to notify all my soon to be readers (hopefully) that I most characters and some characters and certain elements such as the UnderDark are not of my imagination and so forth. I appreciate comments and feedback and construtive critism as well. If you have any questions whatsoever please just simply ask. Thank you. - Sandra
A Hidden DarkFlame
Chapter 1: Meet Velkyn OlathChath
She is cold as ice, burning like a firestorm, and subtle like dead leaves falling peacefully to the ground in the warm autumn. She is indifferent to everything, yet she isn't; she is constantly contradicting herself, because she is mysterious. But then again, most drows are, heart, as hard as steel, ambition rolling heatedly off their skin, yet they are tricky, and never letting their ambition get in the way, making someone else do their dirty work for them. Velkyn OlathChath had little position in the Under Dark, in the City of Menzoberranzan, but she is a woman at the age of 193, still quite young, but because she is a woman this gives her the advantage. For females in the Under Dark are the ones with true power. Her past is a sad story, but because she knows that treachery and deception are two of the common words on the list of a drow's life, she ignores it and deals with it. For her standards, her life is actually quite well, she isn't poor nor is she wealthy. She has a slave, which proves that she is somewhat of a respectable person. She is the type to kill without breaking down in tears, and the type to steal anything without feeling a tinge of guilt. She didn't listen to the laws or orders; she only listened to herself and her own instincts and of course, the guidelines of the Spider Queen, and the teachings of the goddess Lolth. She has a taste for violence and chaos. Being a rogue all her life, she is quite skilled in getting what she wants, that others did not want her to get. She knows a few basic spells and how to summon her winter wolf, Noamuth. But she also knows how to fight with her rapier and poisoned tip daggers, and do it well. Her best skills are stealing, bluffing and all the other basic skills to a rogue. Her environment is cold, dank, and dark, but it was clean except for the slums pointing towards the west and the countless number of dead bodies littering the road each and every day...
"Liam!" Velkyn shouted. Liam came out wearing a light crimson tunic and breeches with leather boots. His dark hair tousled on his head, empty, sullen eyes looking out from his pale face. He was quite handsome when Velkyn first bought him, a fine human. But after 10 years of being together, he withered like a tree in a dessert. Liam was not her first slave, but so far he has been the most loyal, every other human slave who've shown disloyalty would run, very few were lucky, the rest were killed instantly.
"Yes milady," Liam said in hoarse tone as he bowed before her. She looked up at him, violet eyes so penetrating and cold.
"Get up you lazy swine." She said spitefully. Liam got up quickly, hands at his sides, looking straight at Velkyn; ready.
"Yes milady?"
"The leader of the thieves guild is calling for me, he said that we have some important business to discuss. That worthless dog always says he has something important up his sleeve. I'm going to go visit him soon, I want you to take care of Noamuth while I'm gone she hasn't been out for ages. Understand?" She asked, her voice was cold and calculated.
"Yes milady, I understand, is there anything else you would like me to take care?" Liam asked bowing over slightly.
"Do you see me as stupid? If there was more I would have told you, you lummox." Velkyn spat out vigorously.
"No milady, sorry milady." Liam said robotically, and then he turned on his heel to begin his duties.
Velkyn rushed into her room, curtains draped over, a dark purplish velvet. Velkyn put on her dark leather armor; belts were strapped from the top of her black boots then up, right above her knees. Her shockingly white, silvery hair was wavy and thin, she pulled it out of her face and into a ponytail. She grabbed a dark cloak and wrapped it around her, hiding her physical beauty (for a drow) and her weapons underneath, all of that, along with her dark heritage. Velkyn walked out of her house and into the city, in the UnderDark. People were fighting and bargaining in streets as always. Large spiders representing their true leader scattered wildly down the roads. Velkyn quickly walked down the road with defiance, a male drow wearing an admantine chain mail shirt walked up to her with the same boldness. He bowed his head slightly in respect and muttered, "Sister."
"What is it you want with me? I have no time with insignificant fools such as yourself." Velkyn said coldly, her eyes blazing with hate and madness.
"Would you like to buy..." He started, but she cut him off immediately.
"If I wanted to buy something I would have asked, now get out of my way!" She pushed him aside roughly and he caught himself from falling, inheriting such grace being part of the elf clan. She heard metal being scraped along something else, and she automatically pulled out her rapier without even turning around. The male drow who she just recently pushed aside was growing insane with anger. Velkyn smirked at him with excitement. Drows and other creatures watched intensified, a male so rarely raised his sword to a woman, only because a woman was so high in positions and status.
The male drow flashed her a drow sign, every drow knows the drow sign language. It was so subtle that outsiders never caught it, only few, such as the one he was doing at that moment, were noticeable. The drow bargainer put his fist to his chest and turned it slightly. I wish you death. He came at her hard and fast, which was his mistake. Blind with anger his sword slashed out horizontally, Velkyn ducked right under it and as she reached down she pulled out a poisoned tip dagger from her boot and stabbed it at his side. The male drow gasped in surprise, in more of her speed and her dexterity then the fact that he had a dagger stuck at his side. The poison was quick, one of the best of poisons, what a fortune it was too! It was a shame it had come too waste. The male drow died almost immediately. No one really cared, they just returned to their business in peace. Velkyn reached down and patted at his sides and found a small bag that contained 40 GP. That wasn't even a third of the amount spent on the poison! She was infuriated. She then took the lovely gemstone that was clasped in his hand, the object he was trying to sell to her earlier, and pocketed it. This, was how Velkyn OlathChath's day started off so regularly.