Buffy Summers (buffy_summers) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2011-10-31 20:33:00 |
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Current mood: | bitchy |
Entry tags: | !halloween, !open, buffy summers, guy gardner |
The Underdark, this was not.
The Players : Buffy Summers (thinking she's Inriia Rilynurden). Open if anyone wants it, but it can also stand alone as a narrative.
What: Buffy isn't exactly feeling like herself.
Where : Red Oak, Delaware. (Anywhere, because she's wandering.)
When : October 29, 2011. Takes place right after Buffy's enchantment at the ball begins.
Rating : I'd say.. PG13? R? Because there will be a some cruelty and Drow swearing.
Notes : Yeah, I fully admit my Drow knowledge is rusty, so if I'm failing epically, I apologize.
Shar help this pathetic village of rivvins. Inriia Rilynurden had no idea how she had arrived upon the surface and all she cared about was returning to the Underdark. But as she caressed the symbol of Shar that she wore around her neck, she knew her dark goddess had sent her among these pathetic surface dwellers for a reason. "Vel'uss zhaun alur taga l' quarval-sharess*?" She muttered. She said a quiet thank you to her goddess that the night sky was spread out above. She doubted she would be so pleasant under that blinding sun the surface dwellers held so dear. Thankfully, the night was clear and cool but there were far too many unfamiliar sounds, such as a woman in the distance crying out, "PAAAAAWWWWL!!!"
As she walked the streets, ignoring the majority of her surroundings (it was beneath her, as was all rivvil doings), she noticed a pair of rivvil males leering in her direction. She stopped in her tracks, bored yet curious as to what thoughts their simple minds were attempting to form. Taking her boredom as an invitation the pair joined her beside the streetlight.
"Someone is looking a little lost.. you know the big party is that way," One of them said to her, his eyes roaming her form. Rather than take the effort to speak Common or speak at all, Inriia gave him a smile and crooked her finger for him to come closer. His friend chortled at the idea of his friend getting lucky with an elf just as Inriia took the first one's collar into her hand. She pulled him close and whispered softly into his ear. He and his friend continued to smile and laugh, not realizing her words were anything but sweet. The incantation finished, she released the male, allowing him to fall to his knees just as his screaming began. Inriia had no idea what the man was seeing in his mind's eye, nor did she care. He had wanted something from her and she had most certainly given it to him.
"Max?" The friend, trying in vain to get his friend to stop screaming, didn't even notice when she grabbed him by the arm and say another incantation. The spell was nearly instant in triggering and the man crumpled to the pavement clutching his sides. He squirmed and coughed, moans of pain spilling from his lips. His complexion paled as the contagion within spread throughout his body. His insides were liquefying and he howled in pain. Slimy, green, bubbling ooze that was tinted red with blood began to pour out of his mouth.
With a cold smile, Inriia continued on her way, leaving one man terrorized by his own mind and the other turning into infectious goo from the inside out.
((Learn to Speak Drow!))
rivvil = human
rivvins = humans
*L'elamshin d'lil Ilythiiri zhah ulu har'luth jal = The destiny of the Drow is to conquer all))
*Vel'uss zhaun alur taga l' quarval-sharess = Who knows better than the goddess?))