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  1. Sulissurn

    Open Thread Ask a Drow

    Perhaps the strange black box replied right away; or a week from now, or a week ago. Either way, it spit it's little note to him the next he passed. And it simply said: *Enigmas, Pablo Neruda
  2. Sulissurn

    Open Thread Ask a Drow

    She'd lived here a long time...but she was pretty sure she had never seen such a flower before. Disgust and curiosity warred for prominence in the dark elf's face as she scribbled a distracted response. "Sugar." Then under that, "You're odd."
  3. Sulissurn

    Open Thread Ask a Drow

    The answer which was spit forth for Khoom next he passed the unusual communication device was typically drow, and terribly feline:
  4. Sulissurn

    Open Thread Ask a Drow

    Surprisingly quick, the answer came rolling out from the box addressed to Evelyn:
  5. Sulissurn

    Open Thread Ask a Drow

    Like all things Suliss', they happened on her own time or they did naut happen at all. After weeks of appearing inactive, the strange black box beeped and winked a light as Ahni passed by, spitting out a reply.
  6. Sulissurn

    Open Thread Ask a Drow

    On a small slip of paper, a reply waited for Skid. He knew a reply waited, because when he passed by the little strange container, it flashed a red light like a wild eye and spit out the piece of paper for him--and only him. It read: I will drown you. And we shall both enjoy it.
  7. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread What Broken Things Reflect

    The moon finally pushed her way through the clouds which had crowded out the twinkling stars earlier. Full and pregnant silver, it cast the alleyway and the two within it below in washed out shades of blue and gray. One Suliss appeared crouched and straddling the other, shoulders hunkered...
  8. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread What Broken Things Reflect

    At the last moment, all the lettering inside of her head—the scattering, the shattering, the faces and the lessons gathered together and scuttled through the racing stream inside the drow’s addled little brain pan. Something…was not right. And though she knew on basic level, she was also, not...
  9. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread What Broken Things Reflect

    I musn’t listen to her. I musn’t see her. This is a dream and my dream, I am always dreaming—which thought is mine and hers? Who am I—can she hear what I hear and see what I see? Does she think what I think? They are dreams..I am a dream… “You are dead,” the marked Suliss rasped. Nau, the real...
  10. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread What Broken Things Reflect

    Stink of old ale and body sweat from the Brazen Wench began its slow ebb with the wind from the dark cloak wrapped around the drow. It was not cold in mid summer’s night, but for whichever reason—either old habit or perhaps the sense of something else—Suliss’ kept it close to body. The black of...
  11. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread Pipe Dreams

    No one dared to stop her on her trek down memory lane. Correction, it was her trek down a visible, physical, real road that lead her down a path of many memories. Now that winter had shed her fine coat over most of the pocket-places within this odd realm, odd town, everywhere golden eyes...
  12. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread Screa'in

    The full moon bore her ill will. Full and pregnant, the glittering cold silver circle bore its brunt down upon white head and she hated it, loved it. There was always something about the moon and those of the female gender which shared some secret bond no man, world or child could break. But...
  13. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread We Understand

    Six crows in the night called, cackling out a greeting to the shadows and the moonlight. There was little warning of her coming and going; Rhilshen no doubt found it difficult to pin her down, but perhaps might have found its streets a bit cleaner in the past few months. Little gifts of...
  14. Sulissurn

    Open Thread Ask a Drow

    Apparently behind the bar of both The Brazen Wench and O'cleary's, there is a little black box that sits ominously, squat and waiting for--letters (although to be honest, it looks more like it would accept blood, children, and sacrifice.) Letters dropped inside the box disappear. But randomly...
  15. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread Get What you Need

    He arose out of the chair all stiffly as if he would be called to duty at any time and to do anything else would be less than seemingly. The crisp jacket of his uniform was pulled down in a short, quick, absent gesture. Then he put his hands behind his back and tipped his head to watch her as a...
  16. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread Get What you Need

    In her glass was a bleeding man She was practiced at the art of deception Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands You can't always get what you want How long she had slept was not known. She remembered white dresses. White promises. White lies. She remembers a dance with a masked man...
  17. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread A Game of Bones

    Xulljra was the first to serve Suliss’. Without her eyes anyway, it would have been impossible to survive any further, she would have starved or been murdered by the other children. Despite the fact that it was Suliss’urn who had taken her eyes, Xulljra had known immediately that had she not...
  18. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread A Game of Bones

    It was the noise that woke Xulljra first. It stood out amidst the other sounds because it wasn’t natural. She had gone to relieve herself and had forgotten to check the symbols carved into the rock and lost her way. She had fallen asleep by placid glowing pools, their trickling as well as the...
  19. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread A Game of Bones

    It wasn’t until they found the eighth body mangled as the rest that they started to worry. The younger boys accused the older boys of tricking them and luring them away to eat them. The older boys accused the younger boys, saying that perhaps the younger ganged up on each other. The females...
  20. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread A Game of Bones

    The first body had been one of the younger males. He had broken off from the pack he ran with to go piss in one of the deeper caverns. When they’d found his body the skin on his face had been gnawed then peeled completely off. The fleshiest parts of his body bore the gnashing of little teeth...
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