**NOTE: This is not a game about a dumb Drizzt Clone. I am NOT writing about an over-powered kill-everything-easily angsty purple dude. This is a game set in my own universe (with heavy influences from elsewhere) with what i hope is a far more realistic and less cliche portrayal of the Drow (and other races in general).
Now, please give this game a go! I have a writing itch and i cant exercise it!**Hi all! I've decided to do something a little different than my usual attempts at Sci Fi combat. I've been batting this idea around my head for the last few days and, as anyone who pays attention to forum avatrs will tell you, i am going through somewhat of a Drow Obsession at the moment.
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A cool breeze ruffled the trees and played at the branches of shrubs lining the road, gradually building, until it was bending entire trees over at various angles. It whistled through the forest, eventually reaching the gorges and foothills that defined the beginnings of a mountain range in the north. Picking up speed, it tugs at everything it passes, seeming to want anything and everything to join it in its endless journey.
Alone in the forest, lying in the centre of the road buffeted by wind, unconscious and helpless, was what at first would seem to be just a pile of dumped clothing and old leather armour. Yet this tattered, dirty pile was a young woman.
She stirred, trying to brush her long, luscious dark locks out of her eyes. Shivering in the cold wind, she pulled her dirty, but undamaged fur lined cloak around her. She wore a mask of confusion, looking around questioningly at her surroundings through bleary eyes.
“W...Where am I?” she ask no one in particular. “Who am I?” She tensed, eyes rolling upwards. A vision comes to her.
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A woman with pitch black hair, intermingled with white streaks seems to be holding Arin as if she were a newborn babe. She is sitting in front of an open fire in a room that seems to be underground. Arin can hear a baby gurgling happily, although it seems Arin herself seems to be suckling at the woman’s breast.
‘You are Arin Winterlocks. My daughter, with a strong heritage and an interesting destiny’
The woman’s says, smiling and stroking Arin’s face.
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Her eyes rolled forward again and refocused. Relaxing from her tensed position, she looks around, shaken and panicked. That was no vision, she was sure of it, it felt more like a memory. At least she had a name. Arin. Arin Winterlocks.
'Strong heritage? Interesting destiny? Who was that, my mother? Damn my head hurts...... All i remember is my mother and my goddess, Calithari....'.
Curious, she examined herself. She played with her hair, seeing for what she believed to be the first time, the hair that she must be named after. Although her hair was of a dark colour, it had strands and highlights of natural crimson red, but the biggest defining feature was the thick locks of pure snow white hair, a lock of which intermingled with black to frame her face.
Moving her hands further down, she felt her ears. Points that must measure two inches protruded from where she thought a normal human’s ear would have ended, whilst also angled outwards slightly.
Using a small pocket mirror she felt in one of the pouches on her belt, she examined herself. She saw her piercing ice blue eyes, her dark bluish-purple skin (one of the two defining colours of her race, the other being dark grey), her looks and body that would have put goddesses to shame.
‘Right, now that little adventure has been completed, I think it’s time I tried to find out just where the hell I am’ Arin thought to herself, trying to get motivated for whatever comes next.
Arin leant down and grabbed her cloak. She fastened the warm cloak around her shoulders using the steel lock and set off at a brisk walk, heading further into the forest, away from the gorge and mountains behind her.
'I have one hell of a headache' Arin thinks to herself, rubbish a small-ish lump on the side of her head.
'Better take stock of what I have'. Arin decided to take stock of her current inventory. Apart from her cloak, she was wearing sturdy knee high boots, form fitting leggings that, she felt, also encompassed her lower legs and feet. She noted that the thigh area was protected by splinted armour.
Around her waist was a belt, with a water skin, an empty scabbard on her left hip for what looked like a broad, long sword, and various large pouches as well as two smaller scabbards sitting crossed and nestled in her lower back, which she guessed were for some type of long knives.
On her body was some sort of steel plated leather body armour over a light chain shirt, both of which covered her upper arms and shoulders as well, continuing on to a pair of sturdy looking vambraces. Finally, she had a pair of tough leather gloves, the right one of which looked worn slightly for extensive use of something in that hand........
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You are Arin Winterlocks, a lost Calithari-worhipping drow in the middle of a forest. You are unarmed. You also have amnesia, for the moment, although you do seem to be having visions.
Your intuition seems to be telling you to follow the road, keeping the mountains, foothills and gorges behind you.
What do you do?
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Topic: (SG) Adventures of a Drow: Sins of the Daughter - Interest check. (Read 13075 times)