Vergil1989
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 17, 2011
- Location
- Wouldn't you like to know? Illinios.
Map of Faerun.
Mass Effect Galactic Map.
The warrior of many battles, a woman, slender as a willow wand, yet incredibly fast and agile, as well as a master of the twin scimitar fighting style, found herself in a very unique situation. Having been walking the paths to Silverymoon, the cultural heart of her home continent of Faerun, on the supposed plane of existence of Toril, or the 'Prime Material Plane' as she knew it, the warrior happened to look up into the night sky and see what she would have taken as a falling star falling into the general direction of the Evermoors. How wrong she would be when she went to investigate, having seen a strange blue light appearing over the dark forest that had a bit of an evil reputation and an even darker nickname due to the Trolls, monstrous beasts that could only be truly put down by fire or acid since anything less would only see them regenerate and form new trolls if pieces of them were cut off. Anything from a little piece of skin to an arm could be used to make a new troll. That wasn't important though since she didn't plan to fight any trolls tonight since thankfully the light was on the northern edge of the forest, a few miles away from the village of Nesme.
It was here that she got her first look at a ship from another world. It was certainly a sight to behold, that much was clear to her deep brown eyes which roamed over the small transport vessel, unaware that it was part of a much larger craft that was in orbit above the planet. Approaching in the shadows, essentially becoming a shadow herself, the woman was unaware that the creatures running about the area were slavers, much like the slavers of her own world, and that they were not friendly. She wasn't stupid by any means, and she wasn't about to run out and say hello as her dark skinned hands hovered over the pommels of her scimitar blades handed to her by her father a hundred and fifty years ago. She thought she was safe in the darkness, but having never dealt with such an advanced race before today, the half Drow/light elf warrior of many battles never saw the stunner bolt coming until she felt electricity surge through her entire five foot seven inch body, her mithril chainmail armor only adding to the effect of the stunner as it conducted the electricity along. Falling to her face, wondering how she had been seen in the darkness, Giselle Do'Urden caught a glimpse of her first Asari mercenary before passing out.
Mass Effect Galactic Map.
The warrior of many battles, a woman, slender as a willow wand, yet incredibly fast and agile, as well as a master of the twin scimitar fighting style, found herself in a very unique situation. Having been walking the paths to Silverymoon, the cultural heart of her home continent of Faerun, on the supposed plane of existence of Toril, or the 'Prime Material Plane' as she knew it, the warrior happened to look up into the night sky and see what she would have taken as a falling star falling into the general direction of the Evermoors. How wrong she would be when she went to investigate, having seen a strange blue light appearing over the dark forest that had a bit of an evil reputation and an even darker nickname due to the Trolls, monstrous beasts that could only be truly put down by fire or acid since anything less would only see them regenerate and form new trolls if pieces of them were cut off. Anything from a little piece of skin to an arm could be used to make a new troll. That wasn't important though since she didn't plan to fight any trolls tonight since thankfully the light was on the northern edge of the forest, a few miles away from the village of Nesme.
It was here that she got her first look at a ship from another world. It was certainly a sight to behold, that much was clear to her deep brown eyes which roamed over the small transport vessel, unaware that it was part of a much larger craft that was in orbit above the planet. Approaching in the shadows, essentially becoming a shadow herself, the woman was unaware that the creatures running about the area were slavers, much like the slavers of her own world, and that they were not friendly. She wasn't stupid by any means, and she wasn't about to run out and say hello as her dark skinned hands hovered over the pommels of her scimitar blades handed to her by her father a hundred and fifty years ago. She thought she was safe in the darkness, but having never dealt with such an advanced race before today, the half Drow/light elf warrior of many battles never saw the stunner bolt coming until she felt electricity surge through her entire five foot seven inch body, her mithril chainmail armor only adding to the effect of the stunner as it conducted the electricity along. Falling to her face, wondering how she had been seen in the darkness, Giselle Do'Urden caught a glimpse of her first Asari mercenary before passing out.