LadyYunaFFX2
Pulsar
- Joined
- Nov 1, 2012
- Location
- Boone, NC
Elari Hasar
Drow, in general, had a few customs of sorts. One was usually avoiding leaving the Underdark. There were, however, exceptions. One of which was to go above ground, raid a town of no more than medium population, and return -- with some slaves if one was lucky enough. The most costly slaves that were bought from the Underdark were other Drow .... and humans, mainly due to their higher chances of being able to impregnate or get pregnant. Not that many Drow men were given that consent often; but if one was lucky, they could have that possibility.
The eldest daughter of the Hasar family had finished gathering all she felt would be needed for the raid. Unlike most Drow, she preferred the more stealthy ways of a rogue and thus relied on sneaking and slitting throats as opposed to becoming a priestess. It had definitely upset her Mother ... but in the end, she wound up accepting it, mainly from her status as the eldest daughter.
Double checking herself, she noted all that was on her. The main and perhaps most vital object .... was her dagger. She knew it to be somewhat foolish and risky, but she didn't bother too much with armor. By the time most people she went toe-to-toe against even tried to dodge her, she had already won. Ergo, she had never felt the need to cover a lot of her skin. That - also - was a Drow tradition; the less you were, the higher in status you were.
Giving a nod to herself, she exhaled deeply. Not that she felt too anxious .. but still, she knew all raids had their risks, regardless. As the head of the brigade signed for them to go, she ran out. They always conducted these at night so thankfully the damned sun was never an issue. Slipping into the shadows, she waited for the perfect opportunities. After slitting one throat, she'd retreat back into hiding then rinse and repeat, slowly killing human after human off ...