bored of the underdark

Home of Nathyrra, formerly of House Kant'tar. This master assassin seeks atonement on the surface for a lifetime of evil. (RP/ask friendly NWN blog.)

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((Here’s a character info post)) Raistlin Majere had no clue whatsoever why he was participating in such a ludicrously stupid, inconvenient and crowded event. He had no responsibility that demanded he do this, no-one coaxing or guilt-tripping him into this, and nothing to gain from this...

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Nathyrra stumbled her way through the crowd, heedless of the dancers she may or may not have been spilling her drink all over. It was-- loud, and crowded, and-- well, it was fun, as far as parties went... in her estimation, however, it was still rather tame. No ritualized bloodshed, few public whippings--

The former assassin sighed. Now was not the time to get all nostalgic. Gracelessly, she flopped into a comfortable chair by the fireplace, taking stock of her surroundings. It wasn't long before she noticed the hooded figure in the domino mask... and his unusual scythe.

"Veryyyiin," she slurred. "Very interesting."

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Nathyrra furrowed her brow at Sand - all three of him. “Not… too much, I don’t think.”

Of course, by Nathyrra’s estimation there was simply no such thing as too much wine. Now where had that cheese plate gone off to..?

[neverwinternighting]

He sniffed at her breath when she had said that. Oh yes, she had indeed been drinking just a bit much. “Repeat after me: She sells sea shells by the sea shore.”

[nathyrrablogs]

Ever the picture of grace and poise, Nathyrra stood upright through Sand's scrutiny. Looking only slightly wobbly, she repeated the words, "See shines she shills by the shoe store."

The drow nodded, satisfied with herself... and only slightly disconcerted by the appearance of the obvious vagrant lurking over her wizard friend's shoulder.

[neverwinternighting]

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At the sight of familiar faces, Nathyrra let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. Descending the stairs, she ran her hands down the front of her inky black dress, the material...

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Neverwinter Ball, Open starter

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Nathyrra furrowed her brow at Sand - all three of him. "Not... too much, I don't think."

Of course, by Nathyrra's estimation there was simply no such thing as too much wine. Now where had that cheese plate gone off to..?

[neverwinternighting]

[nathyrrablogs]

At the sight of familiar faces, Nathyrra let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. Descending the stairs, she ran her hands down the front of her inky black dress, the material nearly seamless against her ebony skin. Atop her nose sat a pearlescent half-mask, its surface glittering in the crystalline light above…

She was used to balls, of course. But this was different. Murder and intrigue were the bread and butter of drow society, and where better to breed them than a masquerade ball..? She shook her head. Things were unusual on the surface— she had no reason to be so suspicious, and yet— the invitation had come anonymously, and she had few friends in Neverwinter.

The former Red Sister waded into the rapidly growing crowd. It was going to be a long night. Surely there were libations?

[neverwinternighting]

Sand greeted her with a merry little wave. Despite how he seemed to want to hide it, he was actually enjoying himself. “Ah! Nathyrra, there you are. I had been wondering if you were going to be about.” He walked over to her side and gazed about the room. “How are you feeling?”

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"A bit sick," Nathyrra admitted, holding fast to her champagne flute. She'd practically ambushed the servants in charge of the drinks - sending some poor rivvil boy into a dead faint! - and she wasn't about to lose her precious libation to any clumsy partygoers now. "Though... that might be the wine talking."

[neverwinternighting]

((Starter for the ball because I haven’t seen any and I suppose it needs to start somewhere! Open to anyone, there is no need to feel nervous if you reblog over anybody or anything like that.))

People were already milling about into a steady stream of attendance to the ball. Naturally the...

[nathyrrablogs]

At the sight of familiar faces, Nathyrra let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. Descending the stairs, she ran her hands down the front of her inky black dress, the material nearly seamless against her ebony skin. Atop her nose sat a pearlescent half-mask, its surface glittering in the crystalline light above...

She was used to balls, of course. But this was different. Murder and intrigue were the bread and butter of drow society, and where better to breed them than a masquerade ball..? She shook her head. Things were unusual on the surface-- she had no reason to be so suspicious, and yet-- the invitation had come anonymously, and she had few friends in Neverwinter.

The former Red Sister waded into the rapidly growing crowd. It was going to be a long night. Surely there were libations?

[nathyrrablogs]

*A white blur goes by and leaves behind a pot of blooming white roses that have a touch of pale blue on the edge of the petals. There is also a note attached.* Hope you enjoy these roses, they have a scent that can clear one's head and also boost one's health a bit. -signed, Legode Rydrion, the blue-skinned-druid.

Nathyrra relaxed, sliding her twin daggers back in their sheaths, apparently deciding her visitor meant no harm. She shot the receding blur a rather dubious look, however. "People appearing suddenly and without warning are often felled by former assassins, Legode Rydrion. I cannot say that one is blessed with an overabundance of sense..."The drow gave the "roses" a cautious but thoughtful look. She had... never seen such things. They were indeed very beautiful, but then, so were many deadly things... they could be poisonous, or cursed-- ahh, but Nathyrra's natural inclination to suspect mischief had hardly gotten her far, here on the surface...The roses were awfully pretty.

[neverwinternighting]

Nathyrra waddles up to Sand, her entire body covered in a thick layer of slime. It seems to be solidifying worryingly fast. "I was attempting a transmutation spell," the drow explains, too embarrassed to meet the wizard's gaze. "I, ah, seem to have made a slight error..."

"Oh," Sand reacted with a grimace. "Oh, dear. Hold a moment, Nathyrra, I’ll try to help you out of this…"

Quickly, Sand recalled the incantation to Mordenkainen’s Disjunction and cast it on her skin, then waited anxiously to see if the drow was released from the effects of her mistake. Now what could she have been trying to cause such an error as this?

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Nathyrra breathed a sigh of relief when she realized Sand could help. She winced uncomfortably as the green goo - or crust, as it had become - fell away and dissolved to nothing.

Too bad the smell still lingered.

"My apologies, Sand," said the drow. "I was attempting a minor teleporation spell and, ah- it didn’t go quite the way I planned." Well, that was an understatement.

[neverwinternighting]

Wrinkling his nose heavily as the unpleasant smell invaded his senses, he raised his sleeve to his face and breathed through that. “That’s quite alright. I would not claim to know how to perform a precise teleportation spell, since that school of magic is prohibited to me, but I can most definitely conclude through observation that something must have gone horribly wrong through the pronunciation. What language is that spell meant to be chanted in?”

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"It's, ah, supposed to be in Undercommon," she admitted. "But I retranslated it to Draconic. I'm a little rusty... you see, it was originally a transmutation spell - something about being able to pass through astral doors, and I thought I could rework it into a simpler transportation spell. And then I replaced the lichen and mushrooms with surface reagents..."

Nathyrra frowned, terribly put out by the situation. "Where did I go wrong? You and Safiya are so good at magic. What's your secret?"

[neverwinternighting]

Nathyrra waddles up to Sand, her entire body covered in a thick layer of slime. It seems to be solidifying worryingly fast. "I was attempting a transmutation spell," the drow explains, too embarrassed to meet the wizard's gaze. "I, ah, seem to have made a slight error..."

"Oh," Sand reacted with a grimace. "Oh, dear. Hold a moment, Nathyrra, I’ll try to help you out of this…"

Quickly, Sand recalled the incantation to Mordenkainen’s Disjunction and cast it on her skin, then waited anxiously to see if the drow was released from the effects of her mistake. Now what could she have been trying to cause such an error as this?

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Nathyrra breathed a sigh of relief when she realized Sand could help. She winced uncomfortably as the green goo - or crust, as it had become - fell away and dissolved to nothing.

Too bad the smell still lingered.

"My apologies, Sand," said the drow. "I was attempting a minor teleporation spell and, ah- it didn't go quite the way I planned." Well, that was an understatement.

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so how married are you and valen anyways

Only slightly, and only when there's mosswine involved.

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*waits until Valen is nearby, pantses you, then runs off*

Nathyrra blushes bright purple, cursing herself for not paying enough attention to her surroundings. This is what she gets for daydreaming.

Pulling her trousers back up with as much dignity as she can muster (she is perfectly accustomed to nudity on her own terms, not so much in front of her friends, however dashing they may be) Nathyrra glares balefully in the direction of her assailant, for once regretting her decision to forego the life of an assassin.

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[Valen voice calling from down the hall] Naythyrraaaaaa, where is my armorrrrrrrr

The drow purses her lips. "Why do you need to know?"

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ಠ___ಠ Would you ever frickle frackle with Deekin?

"If by 'frickle frackle' you are referring to the ancient drow practice of stringing ignominious dalharuk by their genitals to die of exposure in the Underdark, then... no. I would never do such a thing to Deekin."

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A naked tiefling with white wings and a tail runs by!!

Smiling bemusedly, Nathyrra watches the tiefling zip past. “I admit, I haven’t seen anything like that since Valen got into the mosswine last Lolthmas…”

[weaponmastervalen]

Valen frowns down at Nathyrra. “I didn’t get into anything, people kept pressing drinks into my hands.” 

Then he clears his throat. “…but it was very good for mosswine.”

[nathyrrablogs]

Nathyrra grins at her old friend. "Funny how those drinks still made it to your mouth despite your undoubtedly vehement protestations."

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A naked tiefling with white wings and a tail runs by!!

Smiling bemusedly, Nathyrra watches the tiefling zip past. "I admit, I haven't seen anything like that since Valen got into the mosswine last Lolthmas..."

[nathyrrablogs]

((So, just a heads up: my internet use is gonna be veeerrryy sporadic these next couple of weeks, at least. We switched to a new data plan and it's a bit wah~wah so... yeah. Apologies, friends! I'll be posting this message to my other blogs, as well.))

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Deekin dares nice Drow Lady to kiss Demon Man Jerro! Or Deekin wants to know if she misses Goat Man.

"I… have little desire to kiss a complete stranger," Nathyrra admits, nodding her apologies to the warlock in question.

"As for whether or not I miss Valen… I do, surprisingly enough. Did you know that the man never once deigned to speak with me until we set out on our quest..? I thought he hated me,” she laughs. “It turns out that’s just his, ah, charming personality. He was - is - very protective of the Seer.”

"I followed that tiefling for weeks in search of the Valsharess. His manner took some getting used to, but I had plenty of time to admire his… assets.” Nathyrra grins cheekily, chin in hand.

[scalesingerbard-deactivated2015]

"Awww! Goat Man not hate you. He just be very grumpy, like if someone steps on his tail. He almost be as grumpy as Demon Man Jerro or Smelly Ranger. But Goat Man be nicer once you gets to knows him."

He looks at Nathyrra. “What you means by assets?”

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Nathyrra gave the kobold an affectionate head rub. "I'll tell you when you're older."

[neverwinternighting]

Grobnar: "My, there certainly is a lot of kissing going on in here this evening! Sir Sand, either tell us honestly which you preferred kissing, Gann or Safiya, or kiss somebody else!"

Sand raised an eyebrow. The gnome was certainly correct that there was a lot of kissing going on. Safiya’s kiss was… sweet, and seemed somewhat personal. But that could have just been his imagination. Kissing Gann was a unique experience in itself with something of a passionate undertone. Of course, that could have just been his imagination all over again.

But was he going to admit any of that? Hells, no.

"Nathyrra," sighed Sand, thoroughly fed up with all of the kissing dares. "If you are still around…?"

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"Of course," Nathyrra grinned, thoroughly amused by all this debauchery. Why, it was almost like being back in Menzoberranzan… without the rampant murder and intrigue.

Taking the initiative, the drow rose gracefully from her spot on the floor and approached the wizard. Grasping his chin lightly with her fingers, she leaned forward until her lips were just a hair’s breadth from his own — and stopped, waiting to see how Sand would react.

[neverwinternighting]

Sand never kissed a drow before. He made it a point to actively avoid drow before he knew there was a kinder one coming to stay at the keep. While he and Nathyrra had only interacted only but a few times, he felt more comfortable kissing her than any of the others in the room that he had not already kissed - including miniature female Bishop walrus and the mischievous kobold. Even Agengi unsettled him too much to consider it.

Nathyrra’s face was very close to his own and he took a brief moment to observe a dark elf up close. Her features were similar to many surface elves, despite her dark skin and luminescent eyes. They were such nice eyes, too. Drow tended to be beautiful, in a dark and dangerous way, perhaps not unlike a black widow spider.

He closed the distance between their lips and hesitantly applied a little pressure. Since he had no idea what to do from there, he allowed her to take the lead on this.

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Silly darthiiri male, Nathyrra thought, not unkindly. She might've bitten her lip in amusement had her mouth not been... thoroughly occupied.

Grinning against Sand's lips (and what lips they were!), Nathyrra took the initiative, tilting her head for a better angle -- ahh, there it was. She was more forceful, perhaps, than his other partners had been -- not that she minded, or even noticed. Drow women, even those who forsook the worship of Lolth, weren't exactly known for their sexual passivity.

She gave the wizard's bottom lip a playful nibble before taking pity on the poor thing. Lovely as he was, Sand had probably had enough of being toyed with for one night, even if it was all in good fun. She smiled companionably at him before returning to her seat.