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Marek Marlou Adventurer

Joined: 25 Jan 2004 Posts: 21 Location: Wind, Trammel
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 4:34 pm Post subject: A calling home. |
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Marek sat on the beach of the hidden cove in Ilshenar that he had come to call home recently. He was exhausted from the training that only the surface could give; Archery was silent and deadly in the Underdark to creatures that could not see their attacker, nor judge where the arrow came from, seeing as they were dead. The surface was a convenient large area to practace in, thus Marek's move to the surface to train.
"It is time to come home, Marek."
Marek stood and turned quickly, reaching for his crossbow he had left lay carelessly behind him. The shock of who he saw and the fact that the silent intruder was stealthy enough to steal his crossbow and stand behind him unnoticed was enough to make Marek fall to a knee. The crossbow pointed at him, with a sinister grin on the drowish intruder.
"Damn you, Malou. What are you here for?" Marek asked of his brother.
Malou tossed the crossbow back to Marek, who cought it easily.
"It is time to return to your people, brother. You are needed."
Malou looked around at the beautiful sandy beach, eyeing the hammock Marek had been sleeping in for the past few months with a scowl.
"Besides, many drow that come to the surface to train are... corrupted by it. I'll not see my brother consort with the filth that dwells here. Now, come," Malou commanded.
He swiftly reached into a pocket of his dark blue robe and pulled out a small black marble. He tossed it several feet away from the two of them, where it exploded into a black moongate.
"Is there a problem, Marek?" Malou asked with a sly grin.
Marek stood and eyed the gate, then Malou. He grinned.
"Of course not, brother. It will feel good to return home."
Marek gathered his few belongings and stood in front of the dark gate. He took a deep breath, inhaling the twisted scents of death that was surely his home in the underdark. He stepped through, followed by Malou.
The gate sealed. Marek and his brother were never seen again in this day and age of time again.
But not forever... _________________
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