The Heart of the Forest

[Cilmawiel Eluchíl]

A soft breeze stroke the girl’s chin as she made her way through the forest; huge roots seemed to pop up everywhere, making her stumble every time she tried to move. very well then, I guess I have to….wait here for a moment, she thought, trying to catch her breath.

Cilmawiel found herself in the heart of the forest; the trees were enormous and covered the sky so she couldn’t see what time it was. But she knew it was sometime during the day; the heat told her that. Insects buzzed around her head, hoping that the High-Elf would go mad soon.

She sat down at a stump with a heavy sigh. All she’d wanted was to explore the Forest. Now she’d been tricked into its hot existence. I think I will turn mad if I don’t find the way out of here soon! she thought, rather annoyed, while waving a swarm of mosquitoes away.

[Astarte (Searching a muse)]

It was a warm day, full of insects. A Drow walked through the forest. There on a little stump sat a high-elven.

Astarte wiped her silvery hair away from her face and grinned evilly. “Who’s this? Who’s this? A troubled High-Elven in the forest?” she spoke aloud, mostly to herself.

Looking around to see if anyone else was there nearby, she picked up her priestess stuff from a bag she had carried with her and began to perform her daily ritual as if the elf didn’t exist.

She picked up her silver dagger and drew a circle on the ground around where she was standing. Well, Marie was right, no need to warry about this elven, she thought for herself.

[Cilmawiel Eluchíl]

“My, oh my, isn’t there a Drow in front of my eyes?” Cil said, clearly irritated. She stared at the other with hatred painted in the normally tranquil Elf face.
“Don’t you night-creatures pass your days in a cave, out of the sun’s burning sight?” Her voice burned with displeasure. Why did one of them had to come?

Cilmawiel noticed the dark-skinned taking some stuff out from her bag, so the High-Elf stood up and prepared herself for whatever the Drow might do to her.

She had seen lots of battles, not big ones, but still, there’d always been more than one of each race. In other words; Cilmawiel had never faced a Drow on her own before.
Very well, she thought, here goes nothing.
She looked at the other for a second, and then rose her hands in midst-air, while mumbling a spell.
The spell was about to hit the Drow in the chest.


((OOC: everybody come and join the now started battle! Drows and High-Elves, and you others too, gather for the sake of your race! XD ))

[Astarte (Searching a muse)]

Astarte was lucky, she picked up somehthing on the ground and felt the spell fly right above her head. She turned quickly towards the High-Elven; “Hey that was really close!” she cried.

“I may walk where ever I want as long as I don’t enter YOUR land.” She said with the emphasizm on your. “No one has forbidden me to walk in the forest, no matter what time it is.”

She picket up a small knife from her pocket, if the elf wanted a fight, she’d get one! Keeping her knife ready to attck she smirked at the elf.

OOC: join me here drows!

[Cilmawiel Eluchíl]

"I just thought you creatures didn’t like the daylight," Cilmawiel spitted, staring at the other. Her appearance was perhaps calm, but her insides were boiling.
"Well, I’m sorry that one missed," she hissed, frowning. "I'll make sure this one won't."

A half smile went over her face when the Drow loosened her knives. Fight, eh? Allright, she’ll get what she deserves.

With a gracious gesture, she had sent another spell towards the other, convinced that this one would hit its goal. This spell, the High-Elf thought with a smirk, will, if succeeded, burn her skin off.

If Cilmawiel lost this fight, she’d never forgive herself.

[Astarte (Searching a muse)]

A spell came towards her, she didn't realise before it was almost too late.

"I like daylight!" she said and was glad the other spell had missed.

Phew! That was close. she though. She was convinced that the spell had missed. She lifted her arms ready to throw the knife. "Ouch!" she cried.

Looking down at her arm, she saw a burn-mark. I thought it missed! she thought for herself. She took her time and healed the wound before returning to the Elf. "Very well!" she said before she lifted her arm once more, aiming the knife at the Elf's heart.

Looking the Elf stright into her eyes, Astarte threw the knife.

[Cilmawiel Eluchíl]

Smirking, the High-Elf saw that she’d hit the dark one, but her smile faded a bit when the wound healed so quickly.
She knew Drows could heal by themselves, but so fast? Well, one learns something everyday, she thought and was about to send another spell when a knife flew towards her.

An awful pain hit her before she could get out of the way. Luckily she had moved a few inches to the right, so that the knife had hit her in the arm. But it had been close. Too close.


((OOC: I’ll work more on that later, please don’t reply yet ^^; ))

[Firon]

"Now what might we have here?" came a low scathing voice that came from very nearby. Stepping lightly, almost cautiously into the small clearing where the tow elvenkind did battle was another drow.

Tall and imposing, it was not difficult to guess he held considerable status in drow society, matriarchal or not be their caste system. He had brandished a pair of weapons, a scimitar in one hand and a dirk in the other. He seemed almost eager for battle, barely containing himself before he would undoubtably launch himself into the fray.

"Silly little high elf," he commented, showing clear disdain bordering on hatred for his new prey, "A bit far from home, now aren't we? You should be taught never to cross a drow in combat, although it might be a bit of a painful lesson."

[Tara]

Tara stood behind her master, her eyes widening at the sight before her. This certainly was no place she wished to be, though she should have expected it from Firon, it seemed that he had a nose for danger and battle.

She stopped however, just outside the circle of fighters and then moved a few steps back until her back found a tree where she stayed, less she be ordered to do something else. She hoped, of course, that she wouldn’t have to interfere as she hated the entire ‘fighting thing’ though, she had her suspicions that she had best get used to it.

[Astarte (Searching a muse)]

(OOC: Sorry Cil, looks like people couldn't wait after all, so neither could I then)

(BIC:)

Another Drow had arrived the scene of the battle. At last. With him, he had a human, apparently his slave. “How so you feel now, elf?” she asked the high-elf. “If I still know how to count, and believe me; I do, there is only one of you and two of us. Are we going to do something about that?” she smirked.

Looking over at the other Drow, she introduced herself; “Astarte.” She smiled a little friendly smiled and added: “Priestess.” The reason she added ‘priestess’ was to let him know she wasn’t one of the best warriors.

The male Drow seemed eager to fight, like it was something he did for a living. His human on the other hand, didn’t seem too pleased to be there.

She was pleased with herself; the knife had been so close. SO close. If she could only get another change. She raised her knife arm again, this time with the silver dagger in her arm.

[sakurataisen]

Well well well if it isn't the high elf....well elves what are we waiting here just going easy on eachother and talking this means war!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ((OOC:heehee i'm here Astarte))

[sakurataisen]

umm......hello? did all of you just leave me here?

[sakurataisen]

very well then I'll just leave..... *leaves*