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paixaorpg2008-04-21 09:11 pm
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A Meeting of Dark Elves
Characters: Illidan Stormrage, Jarlaxle Baenre
Content: Jarlaxle seeks out Illidan, preparatory to beginning his training in certain methods that will allow him to get around more easily. An alliance may or may not be forged. All the usual doubletalk, hidden meanings, and the like that one tends to see in Drow dealings, plus whatever Illidan throws into the mix.
Setting: Actua Are
Time: Early evening, two days after this journal entry.
Warnings: Hmm... Potentially some mild language, fireworks of a magical nature, and probably some generally Very Scary Stuff (tm).
As the train rumbled along, Jarlaxle watched the passing scenery with interest. This was the epitome - and subsequent antithesis - of everything Drow society strove for. It even had its own equivalent of the ruling matrons, this 'Organization XIII', and something similar to Bregan D'aerth, a shadowed force beginning to take form in the background.
All it needed was a crazed spider goddess, he mused humorously. And a bit less light.
He had visited two of the three locations marked as 'Actua Are' on his map, and neither of them had known who he could have been talking about when he inquired about one Illidan Stormrage. Now, he was en route to the third and final one. He hadn't expected to find his quarry at the first stop; indeed, he had gotten quite lost along the way. But, unlike Menzoberanzan, he did not have to worry about lurking death here. At least, not yet.
Soon, though. After all, what was life without a little excitement?
Stepping off of the train at its stop, he surveyed his surroundings. He was certainly doing a great deal more legwork without Rai-guy and Kimmuriel, that was for certain. Ah well. He had time. He chuckled at that thought as he set off. Yes, he certainly had time.
Content: Jarlaxle seeks out Illidan, preparatory to beginning his training in certain methods that will allow him to get around more easily. An alliance may or may not be forged. All the usual doubletalk, hidden meanings, and the like that one tends to see in Drow dealings, plus whatever Illidan throws into the mix.
Setting: Actua Are
Time: Early evening, two days after this journal entry.
Warnings: Hmm... Potentially some mild language, fireworks of a magical nature, and probably some generally Very Scary Stuff (tm).
As the train rumbled along, Jarlaxle watched the passing scenery with interest. This was the epitome - and subsequent antithesis - of everything Drow society strove for. It even had its own equivalent of the ruling matrons, this 'Organization XIII', and something similar to Bregan D'aerth, a shadowed force beginning to take form in the background.
All it needed was a crazed spider goddess, he mused humorously. And a bit less light.
He had visited two of the three locations marked as 'Actua Are' on his map, and neither of them had known who he could have been talking about when he inquired about one Illidan Stormrage. Now, he was en route to the third and final one. He hadn't expected to find his quarry at the first stop; indeed, he had gotten quite lost along the way. But, unlike Menzoberanzan, he did not have to worry about lurking death here. At least, not yet.
Soon, though. After all, what was life without a little excitement?
Stepping off of the train at its stop, he surveyed his surroundings. He was certainly doing a great deal more legwork without Rai-guy and Kimmuriel, that was for certain. Ah well. He had time. He chuckled at that thought as he set off. Yes, he certainly had time.