Recent content by Zathria At'Arel

Zathria let out a scoffing laugh as the woman said that it was the job of the strong to protect the weak. "Says who?" she asked. "I think most of the world missed the town crier on that one," she said with a shake of her head. "Your lucky day," she said as she heard the command to let them...

Zathria's eyes fell onto another Drow within the tavern, overt and uncaring that he could be identified as one of their people. Were things really so open to Drow here? She would have thought it still prudent to conceal herself, but it did bring an interesting shift in the dynamic. She...

It was difficult to find places on the surface for a Drow to fit in. In this case, fit in was a strong word for what Zathria was doing. With hood pulled up over her head and a scarf pulled around most of her face, her features were obscured to the point that making out that she was a Drow under...

Zathria threw herself into the combat with hesitation, the only place where everything always made sense. No politics, no scheming, only kill or be killed. And yet, it was where cunning was the most critical. Without it, people ended up dead and skill or strength could only keep you alive so...

Somewhere amidst the panic, a candle had been dropped in the village and one of the huts was now fully ablaze, casting irregular flickers of light across the entire village. It seemed someone had taken up to answer the call to defend the village, or perhaps more than one someone. Zathria's...

No plan survived contact with the enemy, sure, but Zathria thought that it should be "no plan survives contact with the idiot surfacer allies." She missed the discipline of the Underrealm. Those few veteran fighters who had fled the darkness with her were often picked for scouting teams and the...

The fall of Vyx'aria from power had meant the fall of Zathria as well. The Drow Commander had been loyal to the Queen through the fall and had sworn violent vengeance on the House that had cast them down, but survival had to come first. You couldn't strike back at those you hated if you were...

The party certainly livened up a moment later as the Goblin King promptly called out how boring it was. Weren't these kinds of things always boring? Wasn't that the point? Make everyone so bored that all eyes were on the bride and groom because what else were you going to do? In the increasing...

Zathria nodded along as the man spoke. She could see that the builders were causing issues, and that Tarnakh was less than thrilled about it. While Zathria was no civil engineer, she did know about hunting bandits. More than that, she had brought manpower with her. People who could learn to help...

Zathria was still coming to terms with the fact that she was here for a wedding. She didn't like events like this, but she reminded herself once again that this was about more than just a wedding. It was about an alliance between two peoples. An alliance that would make them both stronger. On...

Zathria had to agree with the queen. Surely the children would grow weak. That couldn't be allowed, could it? The world was a dangerous place and Zathria knew she wouldn't be alive today were it not for the discipline instilled in her at a young age, whether that discipline was miserable or not...

Zathria stopped and listened to the man. He carried himself with a confidence she recognized well and he had a fire to him that told her she didn't want to be on his bad side either. A formidable ally, and certainly understandable why an alliance with he and his people was a good thing. She...

Zathria put her hand up and rubbed her forehead as her fears were confirmed. The stories about the bird people being able to cure this plague weren't true so they were back to square one again of having no cure and needing to hunt down and kill those who had become crazed. She felt those...

Zathria had been informed of the alliance between the Naghoon and the Drow, and she had been updated on the efforts to create passages for messages, defense, and travel that would be set up across the region. Add to that the fact that she'd begun to slowly adjust to being on the surface, and she...

Zathria frowned as if offended. For reconnaissance! she objected quietly. A surfacer?! Never! You never know how negotiations will go, she muttered grumpily, always planning for the military arm of diplomacy. She preferred a battle to this tiptoeing, double meaning subtlety. She nodded as...