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LadyYunaFFX2

LadyYunaFFX2

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Icy blue eyes slowly glanced up once again. Alas though, the setting hadn't changed. Her head shook in disbelief as her knees concealed her chest, her arms wrapping around the patellas. Why? Why now all of the times had the dark-skinned bastards decided on performing a raid?

But the best and most accurate question was why couldn't Lolth have gone against them? She was the goddess of Chaos, among other domains. Couldn't she have somehow let the raid fail?

Of course not. It'd be too convenient if that wound up being the case.

A small sigh left her lips. A pale hand rose and moved bright silver bangs away from her eyes. While she herself wasn't a Drow, Eowyn did know some of the tongue. After all, some of the old sayings were true. One she'd always highly believed in was keeping your allies close and foes more so. And that, admittedly, was another factor which had helped her wind up here so quickly and easily.

In the midst of attempting to learn their language, she'd been a fool and snuck into the Underdark. The 'Alter Self' spell had worked for a hell of a while. But when enough priestesses had found her, the damn bitches had used 'True Vision' and literally seen right through her. And truthfully, she should have come with more wards against her magics being seen past so simply.

Not that it mattered now, unfortunately. Why was beyond her ... but all the elf mage knew was she had to continue to play the waiting game. What for? Well ... she ruled out death for one simple reason. They could have done that about as fast as she could conjure up an evocation spell. So it was something else.

The what ifs and possibilities made her heart race wildly in her chest. As scared as Eowyn was, the elf was trying her damnedest to keep up a strong front. It'd do no good to give these Drow any sort of satisfaction. The simplest signs of weakness would be a quick start in her own downfall. And given she'd already failed in her espionage mission, she didn't feel like allowing them more pleasure to see her fearing and fretting over the -temporary but still - unknown fate of the young maiden.
 
The sounds of movement from outside the room she was in grabbed the elf girl's attention. The door unlocked as a large beetle-like creature came in followed by one of the priestesses that had aided in her capture. She smirked as she saw the mage's predicament and nodded to the Umber Hulk to leave, it's large mass lumbering back through the portal. "Well now, we should first determine what your worth is before we decide what to do with you, lucky me I get to do the examination."
 

Her head went from the floor to in front of her as the door opened. Eowyn felt her ankles tense as she stood up, her eyes instantly narrowing as the priestess came into view. It could have been a completely different one and honestly, it wouldn't make much difference to the half-wild and half-wood elf. Too many Drow were all the same and the select few that broke the norms weren't here for one. Two, they were all male ... an interesting thing to have noted. Jarlaxle, Drizzt, and Kimmuriel to be exact. Their names were so famous even humes heard of them regardless of whether they had an occupation that allowed for ample opportunities to gather information or not, such as a rogue.

She knew of them because in her line of work, knowledge really was power. And here was no exception.

For a few brief moments, there had been a slim part of Eowyn which actually considered going along with the so-called 'examination'.

Are you insane?! She scolded herself, her head shaking no at herself. Nothing good could come from anything that was being said or done here. Besides, while it was only one priestess, this would likely be the best chance for her to gain some distance. If she didn't take the opportunity .... she didn't know nor wished to think on what would wind up happening.

The blue orbs hid themselves away as her own smirk crossed her lips. The arcane energy was still flowing through her. So there wasn't an anti-magic field. Then again, it made some sense. It'd ruin the priestesses also and with the chance of encountering the worshippers of Lolth versus any of the rare rogues, arcane users like herself, warriors, or even rangers. Ah well. This would only make things easier.

"I think not." She merely replied before shifting to her own tongue and beginning to chant. Hail from almost nowhere would begin to fall. And while the Drow would be occupied with that, she could run through the bad weather with no problems. After all, these never harmed the actual caster.

Eowyn didn't bother looking back. Oh no. There were likely about to be multiple shouts and curses. But that was fine by her. The elf solely focused on all ahead of her. When she needed to be, the mage could be relatively fast, in actual speed and reaction time.

There had been one problem, admittedly, with that spell. She didn't have many others that strong. So the rest would need to be used up wisely. More than that, it had drained her a bit. Not too badly ... but enough that the mixture of running plus the usage of the spell was making her pant a bit.
 
As the first large chunks of ice bgean to rain down the priestess looked shocked, apparently she had never known of sorcerer's and thus didn't think she could do such a feat. Taking a few good shots she grabbed her holy symbol and began a hissing chant in Drow tongue before a barrier formed about her and seemed to cause the ice to not affect her nearly as bad if at all. "You little Witch!" not waiting to risk her a second casting the Drow pulled a long rod-like crop from her belt and swung it down across the maidens back.
 

The brief glimpse of shock and awe on the priestess's face was more than enough to make her smirk widen. True, sorcerers were even rarer to come across in the Underdark than wizards. But it was still amusing to think this particular one hadn't known of them existing. They still did have people who used arcane magics even if not many. Ah well. Another loss for them.

As the hit connected, her eyes widened and a whimper of agony passed her lips. "Agh!" Her body, legs especially shook. But pure adrenaline and desire to get out kept her moving. Not stopping would only make the situation all the more worse. Anyone with enough common sense could begin to realize that much.

Fortunately for the priestess, Eowyn hadn't intended on casting again. Not yet, anyways. And even with the chase having begun and some portion of the elf knowing she should try to use up another spell, there was another bit of logic which begged for her not to. Not now. Using up her energy was about as brilliant of an idea as stopping her running. It'd be a very last resort type of tactic. But until then .. her feet continued to move.
 
As you reach the door the Priestess shouts out something that you don't wuite catch. the door rips from it's hinges as two massive hands grab you about the shoulders and hoist you into the air. You find yourself suspended and staring at the large insect head of the Umber Hulk from before.
 

Even as the words registered into Eowyn's mind, she felt herself trying to translate even some of it. Was it another spell? It wasn't an impossible guess. But it seemed to be a way to call that damn beast as the door burst open and revealed it. Her eyes widened and ankles tensed. She took maybe one step back before the claws reached her shoulders.

"A-Ahhhh!"

Winces passed the elf's lips as she felt herself easily lifted. Her mind tried to think swiftly. There probably were a few more spells. But this was an even worse time to make an attempt. Even if she could think of one that didn't need her hands to move, the damn thing could likely crush if not rip off her arms with no effort.

".... Urgh!"

Her head lowered in surrender as her body gradually and very reluctantly relaxed. As much as Eowyn hated this, she knew her limits and when to or not to make certain decisions. This was one of those moments that even the best spells would do too little far too late. The damn Drow would get her wish and be able to go through with the inspection.

Another thing she sincerely didn't look forward to. But if this thing was at her beck and call so easy ... she'd have to wait until Eowyn was away from the priestess. It'd be the easiest way to ensure there would be no worry of this creature returning once again.
 
With the ice shower dying down the priestess walked up to the large creature and slashed the crop on it's armored back, "That door was worth more then you you worthless maggot, don't go busting through them each time I call!" She then turned to you, "As for our guest, make sure she has a safe trip to our destination." The creature winged slightly at the crop but then turn back to you, looking you in the face you felt yourself get dizzy, then nothing as you found yourself unconscious.

Waking you find yourself bound to a long table, perhaps a one time cot but not anymore. Your cloth liberated from your body and leaving you exposed to the chill air of the room.
 

The most Eowyn knew of in terms of other creatures that resided in the Underdark were Mind Flayers. So when the Umber Hulk actually looked at her, she was uncertain on how to react. Inward curses echoed through her head as she began to feel the side effects. Gaze attacks were things she knew some creatures to have had. But definitely not this one. The blue eyes tried to fight against the unwanted slumber. She didn't even get three blinks in as the last of consciousness was all but yanked away from her. The last sound that did manage to leave the elf's lips was a low moan as the blue orbs were forced shut from the sight of the monster.

"Fucking bitch ... " She murmured weakly, trying to sit up as fast as she could. The restraints first registered to her mind. Next came the sensation of being cold. As her eyes opened then finished adjusting her sight, she saw the reason why.

"N-no!"

Her arms jerked, trying desperately to cover nipples as her legs worked on closing themselves. When the Drow had mentioned something an examination this had been a guess which had come to her mind. She'd wanted to be wrong ... gods help her, she really did. There were times Eowyn would give almost anything to be incorrect on guesses. This had definitely been one of them.

Struggled pants were leaving as she felt each attempt fail. Her joints slowly ceased, finally resting down at her sides, on the table, or both as her head looked up towards the ceiling. Once again, the mage found herself playing the waiting game. Then again, with how eager the priestess had sounded to do this, she doubted it'd be that long.
 
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