Aryr de Morte
04-29-07, 11:47 AM
{From the Alerar Mission Board (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=2361)}
I understand the importance of a society's religion, should that be compromised then morale will be as well. I only note this because of the most recent task I've been asked to perform. There is a temple in this strange land of Alerar, priestesses are not keeping their vows of chastity. They are to be found and the man or men who are helping them break this sacred vow are to die. They will. These sacred pacts must not be broken any further. Although I have been offered a handsome reward, I do this not for the money, but for the possible friends I can make in Alerar. Higher up friends. Always beneficial.
~An exerpt from the journal of Aryr de Morte XXV
Alerar.
The land of the dark elves in which Aryr was foreign. He had been contacted by the Drow, not the other way around. He wasn't looking forward to being looked on as a foreigner, at least in Corone and Salvar he fit in better considering his human look. The dark eyes, black hair, lip piercing, and his muscular human-like body were all things that made him fit in while still being unique in other places. Among the elves he thought he wouldn't be welcome, and the soldier was unknowingly correct. He had traveled to south from Salvar to this strange land of the dark elves, or Drow as they preferred. Few challenges had been presented since Aryr had left Salvar. The soldier figured that would change very soon. He was almost to the town of Barra Sreen, translated roughly it meant 'shadowed danger' and whether or not that was accurate Aryr would find out.
The sun was just setting in the west as they rode towards the town, a beautiful sunset. Crimson and bright hues of yellow and orange laced the sky and turned to a deep lavender away from the sun. This land is beautiful, and not as harsh as Salvar, I may not mind being here.
It had been quite the workout of the brain for Aryr to begin learning Drow on the way down, he was traveling with a companion named Vholk. Vholk means iron, I think. Aryr recalled. The nearly black-skinned Drow had been passing through a town in Salvar, looking for the toughest of warriors. Aryr hadn't stood out amongst the toughest necessarily, but he had brains. Many of the Salvarian warriors didn't have that. What the Eulaean was asked to do would take wit and patience, not brute strength that many of the other warriors possessed. Aryr's companion had a wary eye on him the entire time they had been riding down, teaching him the Drow customs and as much of the language as he could. Although he only had a basic understand, it would hopefully be enough to get him by.
"Barra Sreen means shadowed danger, right Vholk?" Aryr looked to his right at his Drow companion. He wore polished black leather armor with gold seams, quite showy, and carried a longsword with him. His face had sharp hawk-like features, a thin nose but he still held a regal look about him.
"Yes, that's about as close as it gets in tradespeak." Vholk didn't look to Aryr as he spoke and instead kept his eyes staring into the distance to the town of Sarra Breen, "It's a small town housing only a thousand men and five-hundred women. There is fierce competition for a mating partner."
"And how far is the temple from here?" Aryr glanced back at the town then fixed his gaze onto the Drow's sharp features.
"Only a morning's ride, we will spend the night here first then we can head out in the morning. We should reach the temple by lunch."
There was no other words exchanged, they simply rode into the town and were greeted by no one. Aryr's mount made a slight noise, indicating its excitement for rest and food. These Alerarian horses were smart and well trained, the Eulaean was surprised at the technology he had heard about too. A behemoth of technology that could fly, something Aryr had never seen. The only thing he knew of that could do such a feat was magic, and it took a powerful magician to set flight to anything for long.
The man's thoughts were interrupted as Vholk pointed to an inn. The building wasn't large, but it could house maybe ten or twelve rooms, made from a light wood but stained to give it the appearance of a dark oak. The two tied their horses and left money for the feedmaster to take care of them and entered the establishment.
"You ask him for the room. In Drow." The dark-skinned fellow grinned at Aryr, the first time he had done so. This would be the real test of Aryr's learning. What the Drow didn't know that in Eulaea, the first thing one learned was how to learn. The most important lesson of them all. The dark-haired soldier walked up to the counter, getting an odd look from the bookman.
"Vendui, xal udos inbau natha cuass'ili?" Aryr looked into his eyes, as Vholk had told him was the custom.
"Siyo, szith plak'la." The Drow held out his hand, Aryr dropped ten gold coins into his hand and in return got the key to the room.
The couple walked up the stairs and found their room, it was small but had two beds and two sidetables. Aryr was thankful for the fact he wouldn't have to share a bed with his companion. The soldier set his golden circular shield and spear down by the side the bed on the left and took off his bracers and shin guards. As he lay his head back he couldn't help but wonder what was to greet him in the temple.
I understand the importance of a society's religion, should that be compromised then morale will be as well. I only note this because of the most recent task I've been asked to perform. There is a temple in this strange land of Alerar, priestesses are not keeping their vows of chastity. They are to be found and the man or men who are helping them break this sacred vow are to die. They will. These sacred pacts must not be broken any further. Although I have been offered a handsome reward, I do this not for the money, but for the possible friends I can make in Alerar. Higher up friends. Always beneficial.
~An exerpt from the journal of Aryr de Morte XXV
Alerar.
The land of the dark elves in which Aryr was foreign. He had been contacted by the Drow, not the other way around. He wasn't looking forward to being looked on as a foreigner, at least in Corone and Salvar he fit in better considering his human look. The dark eyes, black hair, lip piercing, and his muscular human-like body were all things that made him fit in while still being unique in other places. Among the elves he thought he wouldn't be welcome, and the soldier was unknowingly correct. He had traveled to south from Salvar to this strange land of the dark elves, or Drow as they preferred. Few challenges had been presented since Aryr had left Salvar. The soldier figured that would change very soon. He was almost to the town of Barra Sreen, translated roughly it meant 'shadowed danger' and whether or not that was accurate Aryr would find out.
The sun was just setting in the west as they rode towards the town, a beautiful sunset. Crimson and bright hues of yellow and orange laced the sky and turned to a deep lavender away from the sun. This land is beautiful, and not as harsh as Salvar, I may not mind being here.
It had been quite the workout of the brain for Aryr to begin learning Drow on the way down, he was traveling with a companion named Vholk. Vholk means iron, I think. Aryr recalled. The nearly black-skinned Drow had been passing through a town in Salvar, looking for the toughest of warriors. Aryr hadn't stood out amongst the toughest necessarily, but he had brains. Many of the Salvarian warriors didn't have that. What the Eulaean was asked to do would take wit and patience, not brute strength that many of the other warriors possessed. Aryr's companion had a wary eye on him the entire time they had been riding down, teaching him the Drow customs and as much of the language as he could. Although he only had a basic understand, it would hopefully be enough to get him by.
"Barra Sreen means shadowed danger, right Vholk?" Aryr looked to his right at his Drow companion. He wore polished black leather armor with gold seams, quite showy, and carried a longsword with him. His face had sharp hawk-like features, a thin nose but he still held a regal look about him.
"Yes, that's about as close as it gets in tradespeak." Vholk didn't look to Aryr as he spoke and instead kept his eyes staring into the distance to the town of Sarra Breen, "It's a small town housing only a thousand men and five-hundred women. There is fierce competition for a mating partner."
"And how far is the temple from here?" Aryr glanced back at the town then fixed his gaze onto the Drow's sharp features.
"Only a morning's ride, we will spend the night here first then we can head out in the morning. We should reach the temple by lunch."
There was no other words exchanged, they simply rode into the town and were greeted by no one. Aryr's mount made a slight noise, indicating its excitement for rest and food. These Alerarian horses were smart and well trained, the Eulaean was surprised at the technology he had heard about too. A behemoth of technology that could fly, something Aryr had never seen. The only thing he knew of that could do such a feat was magic, and it took a powerful magician to set flight to anything for long.
The man's thoughts were interrupted as Vholk pointed to an inn. The building wasn't large, but it could house maybe ten or twelve rooms, made from a light wood but stained to give it the appearance of a dark oak. The two tied their horses and left money for the feedmaster to take care of them and entered the establishment.
"You ask him for the room. In Drow." The dark-skinned fellow grinned at Aryr, the first time he had done so. This would be the real test of Aryr's learning. What the Drow didn't know that in Eulaea, the first thing one learned was how to learn. The most important lesson of them all. The dark-haired soldier walked up to the counter, getting an odd look from the bookman.
"Vendui, xal udos inbau natha cuass'ili?" Aryr looked into his eyes, as Vholk had told him was the custom.
"Siyo, szith plak'la." The Drow held out his hand, Aryr dropped ten gold coins into his hand and in return got the key to the room.
The couple walked up the stairs and found their room, it was small but had two beds and two sidetables. Aryr was thankful for the fact he wouldn't have to share a bed with his companion. The soldier set his golden circular shield and spear down by the side the bed on the left and took off his bracers and shin guards. As he lay his head back he couldn't help but wonder what was to greet him in the temple.