Hrotti
30-01-2005, 03:52
OOC: This is an rp of a newly founded drow nation. I figured it was alright to start a drow nation saying I've seen Jedi academies and the like, yet I haven't seen one (not saying that I'm original, just that I haven't seen one) so I made one. This is the story of its rise... with a twist. Saying I haven't really planned past a few bits the history, I'm going to do something original. Anyone who participates can make Hrotti's history with me... within reasonable boundaries. Obviously it has to come out evil, ruled by drow, fantasy based, and in some way controlled by my character... but how it is made, who else runs it, etc. Is all up to you. So now to the good part. Nal'a Orendon's picture can be seen here (http://s7.invisionfree.com/Narcilia/index.php?showtopic=5)
IC.
Nal'a Orendon was furious. REALLY furious. Her life had been turned upside down in the past few days. The church "council" (really just a figurehead for the head priestess of Nocticula, or the Mistress of Pain, Tera De'nara) had ruled house Orendon to be not in accordance to Nocticula, and were destined to be the next in line for her pleasure in pain. This would mean extravagent tortures and other such "delights." It would be a bright day in the caves before she would allow herself and not others to be subject to Nocticula's tortures. Everyone knew that Tera wasn't favored anymore. She was torturing people at her own whim yes, but not at Nocticula's as well. This angered her, and it was obvious in the way Tera moved that she was struck with the dread of a dagger impaled in her back. To be tortured by such an intolerable wreck of a priestess sicked Nal'a even more. She walked outside, her long dark legs leaving a trail of whispy dust behind her as she walked across the dusty "garden" of house Orendon. She let out a frustrated sigh as she looked towards town square. drow conversing, talking or punishing slaves, and it seemed another public execution was on the block for todays schedule. The usual entertainent it seemed, nothing near what she needed to get her mind off things. However perhaps it was for the best. She needed a way to get back at Tera, and all of house De'nara. Open war wouldn't work, everyone knew that Orendon's power was waining militarily. Mercenaries could work, as well as a painful assassination, but then again they could lead her deeper into the abyss of torture that she already seemed to have thrust into. eh... as matron it was her job for her own sake as well as those loyal to her to take up the mantle of High Priestess. She smiled as she thought of that. The mantle of high priestess was a tantalizing thing, and she lusted after it more then she worried for life. But ironically, they were one in the same. without life she could never have it. Which led her into a rut. She decided that she didn't have any ideas at long last, and decided to come across inspiration in the streets of Hrotti.
IC.
Nal'a Orendon was furious. REALLY furious. Her life had been turned upside down in the past few days. The church "council" (really just a figurehead for the head priestess of Nocticula, or the Mistress of Pain, Tera De'nara) had ruled house Orendon to be not in accordance to Nocticula, and were destined to be the next in line for her pleasure in pain. This would mean extravagent tortures and other such "delights." It would be a bright day in the caves before she would allow herself and not others to be subject to Nocticula's tortures. Everyone knew that Tera wasn't favored anymore. She was torturing people at her own whim yes, but not at Nocticula's as well. This angered her, and it was obvious in the way Tera moved that she was struck with the dread of a dagger impaled in her back. To be tortured by such an intolerable wreck of a priestess sicked Nal'a even more. She walked outside, her long dark legs leaving a trail of whispy dust behind her as she walked across the dusty "garden" of house Orendon. She let out a frustrated sigh as she looked towards town square. drow conversing, talking or punishing slaves, and it seemed another public execution was on the block for todays schedule. The usual entertainent it seemed, nothing near what she needed to get her mind off things. However perhaps it was for the best. She needed a way to get back at Tera, and all of house De'nara. Open war wouldn't work, everyone knew that Orendon's power was waining militarily. Mercenaries could work, as well as a painful assassination, but then again they could lead her deeper into the abyss of torture that she already seemed to have thrust into. eh... as matron it was her job for her own sake as well as those loyal to her to take up the mantle of High Priestess. She smiled as she thought of that. The mantle of high priestess was a tantalizing thing, and she lusted after it more then she worried for life. But ironically, they were one in the same. without life she could never have it. Which led her into a rut. She decided that she didn't have any ideas at long last, and decided to come across inspiration in the streets of Hrotti.