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PostSubject: The Memories of Naeradil Kor'ali.   Sun Jun 22, 2008 3:38 pm

Naeradil Kor'ali: Flashbacks.
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The Death of a Matron

He stood there, on the balcony overlooking Utrinnan. Before him stood the combined
armies of the ruling noble houses. He looked through the crowd to spot warriors both male
and female from houses Vandree, Kor'ali, Arabett, Olath'Orbb, Fuma'Vhid and Do'Veldran.
"How had it come to this?" He thought. Naeradil knew his house was doomed. His mother,
Ilharess Maya'tiendren Barra'Arisa had failed. She had been caught commiting a great act
of treason and heresy. As he stood there on the balcony, overlooking the forces death has
brought with him this day, he cursed his mother.
Maya'tiendren and her brother Nalfien had been seen doing the bidding and in worship
of the heretic god Vhaeraun. Ilharess Morne Kor'ali spotted the two making a deal with surface
elves in the service of the masked lord. She reported this to first matron Raele Vandree and
the rest of the council of matrons. The council demanded the death of Barra'Arisa and so it
would happen. Naeradil, the first boy of house Barra'Arisa would not accept this fate. He
had not followed the path of his mother and he knew something must be done. There could
be only one answer. Maya'tiendren must be killed. The thought of murdering his own mother
both horrified and pleased Naeradil. However, like any drow, Naeradil valued his life more
than anyone elses. There wasnt much time, he knew this. Any minute now the invaders are
going to break down the doors and begin the slaughter.
Nalfien was a master of the shadows and his ability to wield a sword was more than
efficiant. He had trained Naeradil since birth on how to fight. Defeating him was not going
to be easy. Naeradil knew he had to be prepared. He quickly turned away from the balcony,
his piwafwi swaying behind him. The young warrior moved to his chest of magical gear and
gathered the needed supplies. He quickly grabbed several healing potions, his poison tipped
crossbow bolts and several magical scrolls, rods and gems. All would be needed before the
end of this. Naeradil double checked the two heavily enchanted katana's at his hip and he
quickly tightened his armor. With a confident stride he moved from his private chambers,
down the twisting corridor and into the throne room.

***************

Inside the throne room stood Maya'tiendren, Nalfien and Maya's daughter, the yatherin
Amielia. The rest of the soldiers were seeing to the defenses leaving Naeradil alone with his
three family members. He stalked up to the throne, recieving a look of anger from his mother.
He did not greet them, he did not bow. Both of his magical Katana's were in his hands before
he even realised it. Nalfien stepped between Naeradil and Maya'tiendren with both of his
enchanted shortswords in his hands. The two glared at eachother with knowing eyes. This
had been a duel long in comming. At once they lunged at eachother. The two matched
eachother blow for blow for many minutes scoring only minor flesh wounds. They danced
with their blades as only drow could. Maya'tiendren and Amielia watched as the males
battled but had much bigger problems to deal with. They could hear the sound of their death
bashing away at the entrance to her compound.
The sound of steel on steel turned her attention as Nalfien and Naeradil continued to battle.
Naeradil jumped back, avoiding a stab from Nalfien and watch as his opponent stepped into the
shadows, vanishing in thin air. Naeradil quickly put his back to the wall and prepared to parry an
incomming attack. He heard the rustle of stone and knew that Nalfien was comming from his right.
As quickly as he could the drow broke into a roll to the left as Nalfien struck with his shortsword.
The drow stepped from the shadows and scored a mark on the stone where Naeradil had just
been standing. With Nalfien revealed, Naeradil quickly covered him in Faerie Fire, causing the
shadow dancer to glow like a torch in the dark. He then used his innate ability to drop a globe of
darkness over them and he jumped inside it. Now the tables had turned and Nalfien was the one
exposed. A fact that Naeradil took advantage of.
Naeradil lifted his blades before him and charged at the glowing Nalfien. He whispered a
key word and the magic of his boots made his movement's silent. He struck forward and felt the
tip of his blade push through something soft. Flesh. With a groan, Nalfien dropped to the floor.
Naeradil's katana had peirced his lung and now the once powerful Nalfien laid there gasping for
air and life. He turned now to his mother, who did not know the result of the fight within the
darkness. Naeradil ducked into a crouch and waited.

***************

As the darkness dropped, Nalfien lay on the floor in a bloody heap, much to the dismay
of Ilharess Maya'tiendren Barra'Arisa and her daughter, Yath'tallar Amielia Barra'Arisa. The
two looked on, their faces contourting with a mix of horror, shock and rage.
Still full of adrenaline from the fresh kill, Naeradil turned his hateful scorn to his sister
Amielia. With a look of bloodlust, the young drow lunged at her, both blades comming up
high. The priestess ducked to the side, dodging the blades and counter attacked with her fist,
landing a solid blow on Naeradil's shoulder, spinning him around full circle. He recovered and
turned the spin into a complete whirlwind attack, spinning both katanas high and low.
Maya looked as her daughter parried the whirlwind of blades. She was unsure of who would
win. Naeradil appeared to have the upper hand, which worried the Ilharess. She listend to the
sound of steel on steel as her daughter blocked much of the attack with her warmace. Still,
he scored several minor hits. As the attack ended, Naeradil jumped backwords with his blades
before him, in a defensive stance. His sister wasted no time advancing on him, swinging fiercly
with her large mace. Naeradil ducked under one blow and parried another. Then an explosion
comming from the entry room to the compound paused their battle. The invaders had entered
house Barra'Arisa. There wasnt much time left and all three of them knew it.
Amielia turned her gaze to Maya'tiendren for a brief moment, to see a look of horror in her
mother's eyes. The moment she turned her gaze from Naeradil, he took full advantage. The
warrior stepped in to his sister and quickly plunged his left blade into her stomache. She bellowed
with agony and watched as Naeradil drew back his left blade and brought low his right. The
sickening sound of his blade cutting through flesh and the squirt of blood spattering on his face
was the only thing heard at this moment. Without a sound, the priestesses body fell back on the
floor as her head rolled forward, dropping at Naeradil's feet. Her eyes were facing Maya'tiendren,
who shrieked as she saw the look of agony and defeat in her daughter's eyes.

***************
The combined armies of the noble houses of Udos battled through the Barra'Arisa
complex, killing all in their path. Like I plague they swept through the house as hundreds
of the Barra'Arisa soldiers fell before them. In a few short minutes they would reach the
temple, where Naeradil stood toe to toe with his matron mother, Maya'tiendren. To his left
laid the corpse of Nalfien and to his right laid the bloody headless corpse of Amielia.
His mother glared at him through narrowed eyes, though her face showed no sign of
any emotions. Naeradil on the other hand, was full of rage. The many years being beaten
and punished by his mother had finally come to an end. The young drow male was set on
getting his revenge. Not even the war being faught in the lower levels of the complex was
going to get between him and Maya'tiendren.
At once he lifted his blades up to his chest and charged her, his roar heard even over
the sounds of the battle below. Maya'tiendren set in a defensive stance and brought her
shortsword and light mace up to match the oncomming attack. Naeradil feinted a low slash,
reversing it into a high stab for her chest. To is suprise the feint had succeeded and his
enchanted blade peirced her chest - only to find thin air. She was gone! As she dissapeared,
his eyes went wide with fear. He ducked into a crouch with both of his blades held high in a
defensive manner and looked around him for any trace of his mother.
The ground shook, nearly thowing Naeradil off balance. Seeing this, Maya'tiendren
decided to press her attack. She came in behind her son with her light mace leading the
attack. She let out a vicious roar as her came down hard towards the back of Naeradil's
head. At the last second the young warrior tumbled forward, springing to his feet just out
of Maya'tiendren's reach. He narrowed his eyes and lunged at her.
Swinging both of his katana's in a complete circle, he attacked. She parried the first
and the second. He broke from the spin slashing low and high with his blades as his mother
continued to deflect them. She then lashed back with a combination of her own, swinging
her light mace down on Naeradil, while her shortsword lunged at his abdomen.
Naeradil parried the shortsword aside, but he could not stop the mace. He screamed
in pain as the mace connected with his shoulder, causing it to go numb and fall limp at his
side. He backed off and planted his feet in a defensive stance and awaited Maya'tiendren's
next assult. Time was running out.

***************

A large explosion rocked the Barra'Arisa comblex. Both Maya'tiendren and Naeradil
paused there fight and looked to the large door leading from the temple to the hallway of
the second floor. The sound of steel on steel and the cries of the wounded and dieing had
alerted both of them that the intruders were just outside the door.
Maya'tiendren wasted no time. She exchanged a scornful glance with Naeradil and
quickly cast a spell that opened a portal behind her. The portal appeared as a rift in space
itself. It glowed brightly, burning both of their eyes. Within the portal was the image of
the streets of Ultrinnan. Seeing that it was clear, she jumped through it in an attempt to
escape. Naeradil quickly followed, gritting his teeth as he dove through the portal a split
second before it closed around him.
He appeared on the other side, dazed. Traveling through the portal felt as if his
body was being ripped apart and reassembled. As his vision returned to normal, he
spotted his mother fleeing down the alley. Naeradil quickly gave chase, following her to
the acadamy district of Ultrinnan before she finally stopped to face him.
She began casting a divine spell, but she could not finish it before her son
closed the gab between them. As her casting neared completion, Naeradil dove at her,
lunging with both of his blades. His dive caused her to break concentration and fail her
spell to sidestep him. He tumbled past her, comming up once again on his feet.
Naeradil attacked with one blade high and one low. The matron ducked under the
left blade, but the right grazed her stomache, drawing a moderate flow of bloood. The
fleshwound did not seem to bother Maya'tiendren, as she came back at Naeradil fiercely
with her light mace and shortsword. He parried both of them successfully and prepared
to attack once more when he heard the shouting of nearby guards.
Their escape had not gone unnoticed. Three armed soldiers from house Arabett
were approaching the two very quickly. Naeradil and Maya'tiendren once more paused
their fight and turned their attention to the new threat. They nodded to eachother, forming
a temprary peace until the Arabett soldiers were dead.
The soldiers came in with their blades drawn. Maya'tiendren and Naeradil charged
them, letting out a loud battlecry. The first soldier came at Naeradil with a low sweep of
his spear. Naeradil quickly jumped over it bringing his blades down on the soldier. The
young Arabett lifted his enchanted spear deflecting both of the blows. Naeradil attacked
again before the guard could recover, bringing his blades down on the Arabett with an X
pattern. The young Arabett soldier tried to deflect it but failed and screamed in agony
and protest as the left blade slashed through his collar bone and down through his torso to
his left hip. He fell to the ground in a bloody heap.
He then turned to watch Maya'tiendren handle the other two. Her attackes left one
wounded and the other tired, but still they battled her ferociously. She targetted the injured
one with her next attack, but made a vital mistake. She left her back exposed to the other
guard. Naeradil could have assisted her but he did not. He watched as the guard stabbed at
her with his rapier. He watched as she turned and connected with the Arabett on the shoulder
with her light mace. The young soldier tumbled sideways, giving Maya'tiendren a moment alone
with the wounded one. She now focused her attention on the second guard, attacking quickly
with both of her weapons.
The guard was not going to hold out much longer. Naeradil decided that he had to act.
He stalked in behind Maya'tiendren before the third guard recovered. She was preparing to deal
the killing blow when Naeradil peirced her spine with the katana in his right hand. Her weapons
fell from her hands as she took in a deep breath, her eyes going wide with horror.
"This is where you die mother." He whispered in her ear as he slashed her throat open with
his other katana. A wide and wicked grin formed on his face when Maya'tiendren's lifeblood began
to flow freely from her throat. This feeling was swiftly replaced with a feeling of utter pain as the
third guard connected squarly on the back of his head with a blunt object. Naeradil fell hard to the
ground instantly as he lost conciousness...

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Vorne Kor'ali: Acting Ilharess
Viz'aun Kor'ali: Lost in the Mist.
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PostSubject: Re: The Memories of Naeradil Kor'ali.   Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:36 am

A New Beginning

A New Beginning

Naeradil opened his eyes. His environment had changed from the stone streets
to a bed within well furnished room. He blinked as his vison began to come into focus
and at once he sat up reaching for his weapons, only to find that they were missing as
were his clothing, jewlery and armor.
Sitting up so suddenly caused Naeradil's chest to burn. He placed his left hand
over the source of the sensation, one of the many wounds from his recent battles. It
wasnt a dream then. His mother was dead after all. But how, he wondered, did he
end up here? The last thing he remembered was being hit over the head by one of the
soldiers. Somehow he was still alive, but to what end?
His questions were quickly answered when the door opened and a female drow
entered, followed by two armed guards. The female was average looking for most
drow. She had dark crimson orbs, sharp angled features and a thin smile. She was
wearing a silver and black suit of leather armor that was covered in arcane and divine
wards. Her fingers were covered with elaborate rings and around her neck was an
amulet that he could only guess was magical as well.
Naeradil slowly laid back into the bed as she made her way across the room to
stand at his side. He dared not speak, fearing punishment but he could not keep from
looking at her. "Do you know who I am?" She asked, with a soft but cold tone, barely
over a whisper. He looked at her, trying to remember if he had met her in the past,
but he couldnt place it. "No mistress, I do not," he said, closing his eyes for fear of
being beaten for his ignorance.
The woman looked at him, her face void of emotion. "I am Matron Mother, Morne
Kor'ali. You are in my complex and for the moment, you are alive." His eyes lit up with
fear when she introduced herself. He was inside house Kor'ali, he was in the presence
of the matron and he had no idea why. He was terrified.
"I can see the turmoil in you, Naeradil. I watched you slay your heretic mother.
That is no small feat for a young warrior such as yourself," She said as she rested her
hand on his forehead. "As you may be wondering, it was myself and my patron Faxs'to
who saved you from the guards." She watched him closely as she spoke, watching his
silent reaction. His confusion was apparent. "Let us say they had an accident and we
found you not long after." Naeradil could only nod in reply.
Morne traced the back of her hand on his cheek, but it only made him more nervous.
At length he finally brought himself to speak. "Why am I here?" He asked. She looked
like she might slap him for speaking out of line, but she did not. "You are here because
the alternative is death. Your house is ashes and rubble, your family is dead. Yet you live,"
She said softly. "You are here because I desire it."
She stepped back away from him and began pacing back and fourth. "You can not
return to Ultrinnan as a Barra'Arisa. You will be killed on sight," She said to him, watching
as he slowly made his way to a sitting position. "You have only one alternative. Naeradil
must die." His eyes went wide with horror as she proclaimed this. In his current state,
there was nothing he could do to stop her.
Morne smirked, taking note of his reaction. She had chosen her play on words for
just that reason. She then stepped close to him and spoke, "With the death of Naeradil
will come the birth of Viz'aun. From now on you will assume this name. You shall serve
me as a member of my house and you will repay this life debt in full." Naeradil's jaw hit
the floor. In one day, he killed his uncle, sister and mother. He watched the destruction
of his house and he was claimed by house Kor'ali.
Naeradil did not know how to react. He knew his options and quite frankly, he liked
them. Without much pause for consideration he answered her, "Yes matron mother. What
are your orders?" Morne smiled and turned to the guard at her side, "Zaka'rath escourt
Viz'aun to the armory. Begin teaching him how to survive as a Kor'ali and then send him
to Faxs'to for specialized training with his katana."
Zaka'rath nodded once and immediately grabbed Naeradil by the arm and pulled him
from the bed. He ignored Naeradil's grunts and groans, dragging him through the hallway
and down the stairs to the basement of the complex, to the armory. It was time Naeradil
assumed his new identity and began his training. He would become Viz'aun Kor'ali and he
would leave his past behind. The thought pleased him.

***************

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Vorne Kor'ali: Acting Ilharess
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