Star Wars Profile: Vislor VittbugSpecies: Human
Hair colour: Grey
Eye colour: grey-blue
Planet of origin: Cambria
Era: New Republic
Affiliation: Galactic Empire
Vislor Vittbug is the president of the Deep Core Banking Group, one of the major financial organisations of the Imperial Remnant and a major rival of the Muunilist Bank. He is one of the wealthiest men in the Galaxy, earning millions of credits daily. He likes to enjoy and flaunt his wealth, but his hedonism is matched by his firm commitment to support the Empire.
Vittbug was born on Cambria in the Deep Core to parents of modest wealth. Apprenticed to the Cambrian Bank, he worked his way through various financial organisations to eventually take control of the Deep Core Banking Group. Along the way, he made many prudent investments across the Galaxy.
Although his official residence is on Cambria, Vittbug spends much of his time on the pleasure planet of Canntrop. On the golden seas of that planet, he has a fabulously large yacht called The Pros
Princess Azshara and her Mistress of BladesThe air of the courtyard sang with the sound of steel against steel. The two Night Elf women crossed their blades, each pressing for an advantage.Princess Azshara and her Mistress of Blades2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Quite a number of palace servants had gathered to view the fight, watching the two women move as gracefully as though they were in a dance. Some of the onlookers were present for the view of the princess and her tutor, rather than to appreciate the skill of their combat. Both women were dressed only in leather bikinis and loincloths, unencumbered in their movements.
The silver-haired princess jumped to the right of the older Night Elf, landing cat-like on her dainty bare feet. Before the princess could press her advantage, the fighting instructor slammed at her with a barefooted kick.
The princess grunted as she was knocked back. Her blade slipped from her grasp. Before she could snatch it up, the tutor kicked her again, pinning the defeated princess down.
The princess gave a cry and the weapon flew through the air and back into her hand.
Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch7The next day when Zariel arrived at the Baenre chapel, she presented Sos'umptu with a box.Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch72 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The surprised chaplain opened the box.
"Honey-coated lizards!" the older Drow exclaimed with delight.
"Imported from Calimport. One of your nieces told me you liked sweets," explained Zariel.
" I certainly do. That was so kind, but it was really not necessary, child," said Sos'umptu.
"Well you were really nice to me yesterday, even after I had been such a spoiled bitch. Things are in a bad way now, but you're right, I need to trust Lolth and hope for the best," said Zariel.
Sos'umptu kissed her young assistant and gave her a hug.
Later that day, Sos'umptu was summoned to the chambers of older sister, Triel.
Sos'umptu slipped off her high-heeled shoes and stepped onto Triel's plush carpet.
Triel, wearing an elegant blue dress greeted her.
"And how is your assistant shaping up?" the matron mother asked.
"I think she has the makings of a fine Drow," replied Sos'umptu.
"Too bad," said Triel. "It s
Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch6It was apparent to Sos'umptu that Zariel had arrived at the Baenre chapel in a very bad mood.Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch62 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On arrival, the young priestess kicked off her shoes awkwardly and stormed barefoot through the chapel. She aggressively grabbed a bucket of water and began mopping the floor immediately.
Sos'umptu had never seen the girl so eager to start work. Clearly there was a lot of aggression in her system that she needed to work off. Sos'umptu could tell from the Drow's face and eyes that the girl had been crying.
"What is the matter, child?" asked the Baenre chaplain.
"Nothing, mistress," snorted Zariel.
"It's useless trying to lie to a Baenre, girl," insisted Sos'umptu.
Zariel broke down and wept.
"One of my sisters has been murdered. Trezfin, the Third Daughter of my house! She was killed by rivals at Arach-Tinilith!" she wailed.
"I am sorry, my child. We Drow are a murderous race," said Sos'umptu solemnly.
"I have to go to Arach-Tinilith! I have to take vengeance on the one that killed her. But the
Sink or Swim with KathyCaptain Anne Molina kicked her bare foot against the plasteel door of the cell for the third time that day; a useless gesture that only ended up hurting her foot.Sink or Swim with Kathy1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been two months since she had been arrested and detained for her involvement with Admiral Tenka's failed coup. Some senior officers involved had been allowed to quietly resign, others were facing discreet court martial proceedings. Not Captain Molina. She was in it up to her neck. She and six other officers in the Terran Navy were being charged with insurrection and related charges along with the famous admiral. Their trials would not even commence until Tenka had been convicted. That meant a very long stay in the Judicial Reception Centre.
Molina missed her husband and her two children. They had visited her a few times, but they were painful, tearful visits. The captain felt so ashamed seeing her family wearing a prison uniform.
Just how long was she going to spend in prison? Three years? Five years? Ten years? Her mi
Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch5"Do you love Lolth?" Sos'umptu asked Zariel, as the two Drow priestesses busied themselves polishing the silver vessels of the chapel.Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Of course I do, mistress," replied Zariel. To answer otherwise would have invited instant death. Neglect of the cult of the Spider Queen was not tolerated in Menzoberranzan.
"Why do you love her, child?" Sos'umptu asked.
Zariel had never once thought about it. She was a priestess of Lolth, educated at Arach-Tinilith. From her birth she had been brought up to serve the Spider Queen. Why would she not love Lolth?
The young priestess shrugged.
"Because.. because she's our goddess," she replied. "Because we serve her and she rewards us."
Sos'umptu nodded. She knew she was going to need to stretch the girl's mind a bit and expand her theology.
"Indeed. That is truth," the chaplain said. "The reason I ask is many Drow do not really love Lolth, or at least they do not really understand why they should love her."
Zariel looked blankly at the Baenre.
"A lot of
The Journal of a Prisoner in Paradise: Part 1They encourage us to keep a diary; a 'reformation diary' they call it. I'm not exactly doing much reforming, but I thought I would keep one anyway. Maybe when I get out of here I can publish it and it'll be a bestseller, just like all the drug traffickers who get jailed in Thailand write a paperback.The Journal of a Prisoner in Paradise: Part 15 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm a computer hack. It's what I'm good at. I never paid much attention at school, except when we had lessons in IT. I've done a lot of illegal things. I always knew I could end up in jail, I just never expected to end up in a prison run by Amazons.
I had gathered a reputation for being the best at what I do. I had hacked into banks, government offices and military installations. I've met lots of geeks who do this for fun, but for me it's a career, a way of life. I charged a high price, but people knew they were getting some supreme wizardry when they hired me. So it was no surprise when I got personally hired by Lex Luthor to do a little job. I'm sure it was nothing illegal or immoral (ye
The Baenre GirlsIt had been several weeks since Quenthel's resurrection. The drowess found it disconcerting to know that she had been dead, but she praised Lloth for the joy of living again to see the enemies of House Baenre destroyed. Quenthel's memories of the Demonweb Pits were blurred, like some distant dream. She remembered only the smell of sulphur and the feel of cobwebs.The Baenre Girls1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Quenthel had been invited to Triel's private chambers, ostensibly for a few drinks. Quenthel knew her older sister was always looking for opportunities to size up her sisters, to analyse whether they posed potential threats. The drow smiled at the joy at which Triel greeted her return from the dead. The two sisters had always been affectionate towards each other and after the separation of death, especially so. Yet their hugs and kisses could not hide the rivalry between them. Triel was as aware of it as she was. When Quenthel got the chance to kill her sister and seize control of Menzoberranzan, it would be the final act of s
In the House of WaukeenDagestu Baenre stood at the entrance of the temple of Waukeen ready to greet the new acolytes. She was resplendent in her gold robe, but barefoot in the sanctity of the temple.In the House of Waukeen2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The young people who arrived were young. Dagestu was not good at guessing the ages of humans, but she supposed that most of them were 12 or 13 years of age and a few were as old as 16. They were chatting with excitement, perhaps hiding some anxiousness about leaving their families.
They were very finely dressed. Most of them were the children of merchants and bankers, with a few nobles and minor princes among them. Their parents were paying massive fees to have their offspring educated by the Church of Waukeen.
"Welcome to the House of Waukeen, my children," greeted Dagestu. "Take your shoes off here, please."
The children obediently removed their shoes and stepped onto the finely polished marble floors in stocking or bare feet.
"In the temple you will go barefoot. Not only is it a sacred place, but here we have
The Thing in the AquariumI have always enjoyed aquariums. There are few things more relaxing than looking at brightly coloured fish as they move gracefully through their tanks. There is so much beauty in the depths of the oceans. Yet it was in an aquarium that I saw the most terrifying and disturbing sight of my life, a sight that revealed to me the madness that lies so close to the world we inhabit.The Thing in the Aquarium1 year ago in Horror More Like This
I was on holiday in a town on the south coast, not far from Brighton. Though it was summer, the weather was atrocious and spending any time outdoors was imprudent. Of course our English seaside towns cater well for all weather patterns and there were plenty of things to do out of the rain. Among these was a visit to the small aquarium.
I have visited many aquariums and I have been scuba diving in several tropical reefs. I count myself as having a reasonable amateur knowledge of marine biology. Yet I was struck by how many species in this aquarium I did not recognise. Many of the specimens in the tanks had an oddly
Dagestu Baenre ProfileRace: Drow ElfDagestu Baenre Profile2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Patron Deity: Waukeen
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Dagestu was the daughter of Sos'umptu Baenre, a Drow priestess renowned for her devotion to the Spider goddess, Lolth and for her unusual lack of ambition. Dagestu was the third-born child of Sos'umptu, her previous offspring having been sacrificed to the Spider Queen. Dagestu never knew her father. Sos'umptu was unusually kind and respectful toward her mate, but her fanatical devotion to Lolth got the better of her and she sacrificed him to Lolth when Dagestu was very small.
The puritanical Sos'umptu gave her daughter a very strict upbringing, requiring her to spend long hours in prayer and in reading religious books. Dagestu greatly envied her cousins, who were spoiled by their Baenre mothers and lived lives of luxury and self-indulgence. Dagestu's resentment of her mother's faith was compounded when she was sent to study for the Lolth priesthood at Arach-Tinilith. Dagestu, longing for the luxuries and deca
The Birth of a Genestealer CultTheodore pulled up his truck near the wreck of the crashed spaceship.The Birth of a Genestealer Cult2 years ago in Horror More Like This
He couldn't tell if it was an Imperial craft, a pirate vessel or of alien origin. Theodore did not know very much about spacecraft in general. But he knew about money, and if there was anything of any value on board the wreck, he would recognise it when he saw it.
The ship did not look all that big; he had seen pictures of Imperial battleships that seemed to be the size of cities. All the better; he would be able to give it a thorough search and scavenge anything of value and then make a hasty departure before any Imperial officials arrived. Thankfully, the authorities on Istareus were slow, inefficient and corrupt. It could be some time before they got their act together to send in a salvage team.
As Theodore pulled on his safety helmet and attached a flashlight, he wished he had his partner Mop-head with him. With two of them, they could carry out much more loot. But since a burglary job had gone wrong, Mop-head wa
Kathy in Custody ch5In an interview room at the Judicial Reception Centre, Wendy Moo, Kathy's lawyer was showing her client a vast array of products.Kathy in Custody ch51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Since your arrest, you have become a household name, Kathy," said Wendy. "Suddenly a lot of companies are trying to cash in on your name. I have hired somebody to keep track of these products and to make sure that you receive the royalties."
Kathy was disconcerted at suddenly having the fame of a pop star. As a war hero and a well known admiral, she was used to publicity, but it seemed bizarre that her arrest and imprisonment had caused her popularity to mushroom.
Kathy picked up a chocolate bar with a wrapper emblazoned with her name and photo. She took a bite.
"A bit sweet. Tell them if they want to use my name, they will have to put less sugar in it," instructed Kathy.
"I'll tell that to our merchandising agent," replied Wendy.
There were some books in the hoard.
"Sales of your autobiography have gone sky high. People want to read all about the Thoth Cam
Descending to DefeatAdmiral Kathy Tenka sat in the control room of her shuttle as it hung in orbit over the Earth. Within the next two hours she would be announcing that she was in complete control of the government of the Terran Republic. Her military dictatorship was at hand.Descending to Defeat2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tenka's coup had been meticulously planned. Her fleet would emerge out of hyperspace shortly and establish a planet-wide blockade of the Earth. A crack squad of navy special forces would break into Government House and seize the top government ministers. Another unit of marines would then surround the senate building. Supreme power was within her grasp.
A lot of things would need to change under her rule. The stupid multi-party parliamentary system was stuck in deadlock. Nothing ever seemed to get resolved. There was clearly a need for a new constitution. She and her most loyal officers would form a military council; with a few token civilians on the staff of course. After a few years of military rule, a suitable new electoral syst
Transported to VielsDen KeepTirarna, Dragon Queen and High Mistress of Garth had been the scourge of many lands. The Eagle Empire had almost fallen, faced with the onslaught that the Dragon Queen had assailed against them. The warriors of Gath had allied with the human barbarians and the Orc tribes of the Az'hard mountains. Yet it was dragons that had been the key to Tirarna's power. The dragons that she had trained had laid waste to city after city.Transported to VielsDen Keep1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now the evil queen was cornered, defeated. Her army had fallen against the enormous might of the Eagle Empire.
Tirarna's dragon gave a terrible cry it died; it's heart pierced by the magic lance.
"My dragon!" screamed the queen, before tumbling from the saddle.
As the Eagle Knights advanced toward her, Tirarna gathered herself up from the blood-soaked soil and drew her massive broad sword.
"You shall never take me alive, you wretched dogs!" cried the queen. Yet something was holding her back. Some unseen force had trapped her. A faint blue nimbus surrounded her body.
A Drow and her CarpetTriel Baenre, Matron Mother of House Baenre entered her private chambers. Slipping off her shoes she stepped onto her plush carpet in her bare feet.A Drow and her Carpet2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The carpet was so soft beneath her feet. It was worth a fortune. It was woven out of the hair of slaughtered Sun Elves and it had been decorated by patterns created with their blood. Few knew it, but there was a magic spell on the carpet. It retained a record of every person that touched it. None could enter Triel's private chambers without being detected by the carpet. In a society as treacherous as that of Menzoborranzan, this was a useful defence.
Triel loved her carpet, and kept it in perfect condition. No Dark Elf was ever permitted to step on her carpet without removing her shoes. From the lowest slave to the most important matron mothers, none were permitted on Triel's carpet until they were barefoot.
There had been a few Drow who had dared to enter Triel's chambers without removing their shoes. An absent-minded wizard from Sorcere
Kathy in Custody: The Party LeaderMark Lannister, leader of the Citizens' Party gave a great sigh of relief as he entered his private office.Kathy in Custody: The Party Leader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd done it. The party was behind him. He knew a party leader could not survive without the confidence of his party committee and he'd won it.
He pulled a cup of coffee from the wall dispenser and took a great gulp of the steaming liquid. He wished it was a glass of brandy. Damn, he needed a drink right now.
The debate that had just taken place had been heated and intense. Those on the committee with the least confidence in Mark had done their best to pull him down. But it was to no avail; his arguments had prevailed.
The leadership of the Citizens' party had pledged to give support to the case of Admiral Kathy Tenka and would campaign for all charges against her to be dropped.
It had been an hard case to sell. It had been argued that the trial of Tenka was a judicial, not a political matter. Surely the party should not be interfering in a court case?
Mark had countered this by
Kathy in Custody: A Lawyer's WorkOnce again visiting the Judicial Reception Centre (why couldn't they just call it 'jail?'), Wendy Moo knew the drill.Kathy in Custody: A Lawyer's Work1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Empty pockets, remove shoes step past the scanner. It was all part of the routine of serving her clients. Admiral Kathy Tenka was just a bit more high profile than most of them.
It often occurred to Wendy that if she was working in corporate law, she wouldn't need to make all these prison visits. She would be earning a lot more money too. But then Kathy Tenka was a lot more interesting than most corporate executives. Even if she was an arrogant right-wing idiot.
Before Wendy could retrieve her shoes from the x-ray, a Public Safety Service officer called her to stop.
Halting in her bare feet, Wendy looked quizzically at the officer.
"We have had information that you might be smuggling drugs in here," said the officer, a woman aged about thirty, wearing a little too much make-up for somebody in a uniform.
"Drugs? Are you serious? My client has never even used drugs," prot
Dagestu's PartyThe minstrels had finished their performance, and they were replaced by a group of scantily clad dancers from Mulharond, who performed an exotic routine. Dagestu was not massively impressed with them; she had seen far better in Menzoberranzan. Being human, the dancers lacked the speed or grace of elven dancers.Dagestu's Party2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Among the party guests were all of the wealthy of Waterdeep and many from outside of it. There were lords and merchants, princes and priests, artists and warriors. All of them had come to pay their respects to the beloved Drow cleric and banker, Dagestu Baenre. With both wealth and an exotic appearance, Dagestu was the darling of Waterdeep's chattering classes.
The guests were all in their stocking or bare feet. The carpets of Dagestu's house were priceless and none was allowed to walk on them in shoes. Of course, Dagestu had the money to replace the carpets the next day, but an important part of Waukeen's doctrine was prudence. Luxury had to be kept in balance with frugality. H
Educating Princess Azshara part3The next night, the princess' lessons began with practice at writing. I found her somewhat restless throughout this session. After taking a break for refreshment, I announced to my pupil that we would be switching to arithmetic.Educating Princess Azshara part32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I hate arithmetic," wailed Princess Azshara. "It's hard, difficult and boring."
"That is because you are unfamiliar with it, Your Highness. As you master it, you will find yourself solving mathematical problems with perfect ease," I replied.
"I don't care, I don't want to do arithmetic," insisted Azshara.
"Every highborne child is educated in arithmetic. If you do not learn it, you will be thought ignorant," I said.
"I'm the daughter of the king! I'm going to be queen one day!" snapped Azshara. "If I don't want to study arithmetic, I don't have to. I'm tired of studying. I want to play with my toys!"
I was used to seeing such willfulness in highborne children and I knew I was going to have to stand my ground.
"You must calm down, Your Highness. It is your fath
A ritual of SpidersDark, slender silhouettes...A ritual of Spiders2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Blurry, soft movements in the shadowy, narrow streets...
The silence echoed throughout the City of Spiders, where drow slept, in their nightmares
filled with light. The few magical lights dancing over the city's buildings were already
The female entered the unholy temple of black obsidian. Her walk as elegant and strong
as her pose. Terrifying chants and arcane words of forgotten languages were spoken,
words that haunted the dreams of the sun-dwellers for centuries...
As the arch-priestess entered, removing her hood, the chanting gained in both pace and
volume, as if infected through her charismatic presence. Ancient, primal forces were
already being awakened. Removing her cloak, the white-haired drow entered the hexagon
formed by the chanting initiates. They all wore exquisitely weaved clothes of the finest
silk. Silk made from the web of the blessed arachnids. The same spiders that decorated
Chosen of the Spider QueenDrizzt Do'Urden made his way cautiously through the tunnels below Mithril Hall. As a ranger, it was his sworn duty to protect the hall from the constant menace that the Underdark posed. The deep places of the earth were filled with monsters such as hook horrors and basilisks, as well as the ever present danger of invasion by goblins, Drow, or Duergar. Sometimes it seemed as though destroying monsters was his whole life.Chosen of the Spider Queen2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The cavern he was patrolling seemed to lead deeper into the Underdark. This was dangerous territory. As he made his way down the sloping tunnel, he became conscious of an eerie sensation. He could also smell something sulfurous in the air.
The tunnel began to fill with an unearthly green luminescence. What magic was this?
Before Drizzt came the tallest and most beautiful Drow female he had ever seen. Long white hair cloaked her body, falling well below her knees. She was clad in a gown woven from spider webs. She moved gracefully across the rough cavern floor on her bar
A Brownie in Elfprincessland ch1"Ouch! You stupid girl!" howled Princess Venatriel as the hairbrush snagged on her long golden hair. "That brownie over there is more gentle than you. I should get her to do it," she told her maid, pointing to Lady Melkanen.A Brownie in Elfprincessland ch12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You mean, 'your noble sister over there,'" said Melkanen. "Your Highness, I'm your bodyguard not your maid. I can't defend you with my sword when I'm messing with a hairbrush."
Venatriel frowned. Her elven maid continued brushing her golden hair. Venatriel's tresses fell to her knees. Melkanen sometimes wondered if her own waist length hair was a little impractical, but here in the elven city of Parvinead it was just about shorter than average. There were very few elves, male or female, who did not have at least waist length hair and some let their hair grow even longer than Venatriel's.
Venatriel frequently screamed at her elven maids, but she never raised her voice to Melkanen. Since the brownie had saved her from death at the hands of a dark elf assassin, the p
VioletThe renegade Time Lord known as the Watcher was in big trouble. He ran through the maze of trenches looking for an escape. In the distance he heard the thunder of artillery and the thudding of shells. Was it Kaleds shelling Thals, or Thals shelling Kaleds?Violet8 months ago in Horror More Like This
His pursuers were gaining on him. If only he could reach his TARDIS! He tripped and fell into the mud. He looked up, realising with horror that he had come to a dead end in the trench. He turned around to see his pursuers bear down on him.
The first one was a woman, a tall young woman with pale skin and chestnut hair. She wore a camouflage-patterned combat suit and a blaster gun was slung over her shoulder. A 'Chairman Mao' cap completed the outfit. She opened her mouth, baring a set of terrible fangs. 'A vampire, like in the legends of Gallifrey!' he realised with horror.
The second pursuer was a tall man wearing a black dinner jacket with a bow tie. If he had been a human, he would have appeared to be in his early sixties. A shaggy
An Interview with Lady VashjSunedran, top journalist of the Kalimdor Times, had been trying for years to get an interview with Queen Azshara. It had all been to no avail. It seemed that the Daughter of a Thousand Moons thought talking to journalists was beneath her. The offer of an interview with Lady Vashj, one of the queen's chief highborne ladies-in-waiting and close confident was definitely the next best thing.An Interview with Lady Vashj2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The night elves worshiped and adored their queen. To them she was the very model of perfection, beautiful, wise and benevolent. Sunedran had seen Azshara from a distance and could only admire her magnificence. A major part of him wanted to be carried away by the tide of adoration, yet somehow it didn't quite ring true. The common view of Azshara as the perfect queen simply did not sit with his journalistic instinct. Deep down, he knew that if you dug hard enough, you could always find a scandal. Perhaps Vashj could help him to find the real Azshara.
For the interview, Sunedran wore a plain dark blue ro