Out of the Comfort Zone II
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Hey Xull, I just got a call from ABC. They want you on Dancing with the Stars if you are interested.
Ronald Mills smiled past flashing cameras and tried to undermine the photographer by talking loudly. Neither man was giving the other any ground until their quarry started losing her focus. Finally the photographer called for a break and Ronald rushed forward to snag Xullraes attention before anyone else could.
Did you hear me? he asked breathlessly, his face beamed with excitement.
I heard you, Xullrae took a seat to get her makeup retouched, rather uninterested by it all.
So what do you think? Ronald pressed.
Ronnie Mills, my agent. He started my modeling career and handles all my public appearances. Oddly enough he doesnt do it for the money. I mean he does get paid, but he takes more enjoyment in claiming he discover
Out of the Comfort ZoneOut of the Comfort Zone7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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I go where my feet take me . . . or rather what my job requires of me. When Im not in school, Im on the road heading for the next photo shoot. Ive been in many cities and even different countries due to modeling but now Ive limited myself to a catalog model so that I may finish my education.
I have already graduated medical school and in my fifth year of specialized training in pathology. That means Im a doctor who models clothes for JC Penny and Sears, but in the height of my career Ive been on the covers of Ebony, Seventeen Magazine, and Maxim. I have been on other things too such as People, TV guide, and the Tabloids.
It really creeps people out when they learn Im striving for my certification to be a medical examiner. Im not a coroner Im a licensed doctor . . . Doctor Xullrae Zauviir to be exact. One day I will take a national
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After the shoot, Xullrae turned the lock and entered her quiet one bedroom apartment. All of her coworkers could not believe she lived here. Oh it was nice as far as a small apartments went, but that was just it, it more an attic than a building. Her downstairs neighbors loved her, but no one, not even them, understood why would someone with so much money wanted to live there in that small space.
Xullrae had no tv, and the refrigerator faced a bed big enough for three. Two feet away was her kitchen counter with appliances hanging from the ceiling. Two lamps were the only source of light. Everything was evenly spaced to give the illusion that there was more room available than what was truly there. The place was truly spotless and clean, as the one lamp cast a sparkling glow everywhere.
The drow entered a small doorframe and flicked the switch to the other lamp and immediately looke
Out of the Comfort Zone IVI have to stop in the office real quick and then well get to your dance partner. Maxim nearly chewed my head off when I said we might be late. You should lay the smack down on him when we get there Xull, Ronald Mills said as he opened the door for his exotic client.Out of the Comfort Zone IV6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Xullrae blew her red hair out of her almond shaped amber eyes and snorted in an unlady-like fashion, Youre on your own there Ronnie . . . and its M-A-K-S-I-M. It is your fault Im on Dancing With The Stars. Im in the semi-finals. Did you expect me to do badly and lose in the middle or the beginning?
Im just saying hes an ass Xullrae, Ronald muttered as they stopped at the receptionist desk to see what calls the agent had.
Hello Anne, Xullrae spoke warmly to the pretty blonde receptionist who smiled shyly back.
Mr. Chmerkovskiy called for you Ronn . . . I mean Mr. Mills, said Anne who l
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Lovely tall trees surrounded the two as Khyra rode and Hazelin walked along the rocky country side. Blackadel was having trouble on the uneven slope, but the stallion was ever patient and loyal, letting Hazelin guide him with the reins as his master Khyra chattered away about some nonsense.
The black horse snorted lazily. Hazelin patted him absently, only half listening to Khyra talk. His thoughts were somewhere else and it didnt take long before the elf realized his transapian friend wasnt paying attention to him.
Annoyed, Khyra stopped Blackadel sharply. Youre not even listening to me, he said flatly.
Pulled abruptly by the horse, Hazelin nearly fell. Huh, yes I was, you where talking about the. . . um. . . .
There was an unpleasant pause while Khyra glared expectedly at him, but the harder Hazelin tried to think of what to say, the more he drew a blank. Nothi
Enter Nemesio DreamweaverCyrus' meaty hand slapped a handkerchief down on the table, his huge arm slightly smeared in the half-elf's own blood, he spoke up in the same tone as before, "more importantly what you doing there in that other place anyway it's more dangerous than it is here. In fact you were snooping around the ruins you are not even a citizen of there, so do start explaining yourself before Cogliostro here looses his temper more and possibly kills you."Enter Nemesio Dreamweaver7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Not that it did much good, the half-elf took the offered handkerchief and hastily wiped what blood he could from his face, hazel-hued gaze moving from one man to the next, his mind racing to make some sense of the situation, and formulate a way out of it. Though he was fit, leanly muscled, and had some semblance of fighting skill in his repertoire, he was not a total fool, and knew he stood not a chance against either of them, let alone both, plus the innumerable patrons of the unknown establishment. Pausing a few moments more, to staunch
Remembering the PastIt was here, it was after her again. Xullrae could not go to her mother and tell her that her that her older daughters were torturing her. It was a weakness and if the shunned red head wanted to live, she had to take the pain in silence. She had to toughen up.Remembering the Past6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Xullrae had been running for so long her chest hurt from the effort to breathe. Her legs were wobbling and she prayed that they would grow bigger and taller soon. She had to get moving or it would find her again.
Magic was the root of her suffering. She had failed her priestess aptitude test, but had shown great promise as a wizard. Kimmuriel had tried to protect her but gave up at the first sign of confrontation from their eldest sister who insisted Xullrae needed to be a priestess. It was a lie, the Oblodras did not to have any magic training, wizard or otherwise, but politics were tough and they needed to maintain protocol in Menzobarr
DhoukethavainA turtle, still and silent, kept submerging in the large pond it called home. It never moved, sinking to the bottom every time. Tiny air bubbles rippled the surface occasionally until a pair of refined ebony hands grabbed the turtle gently and pulled it to the surface. But the turtle refused all the caring pokes and prods and went underwater like a rock as soon as the dark hands left it alone.Dhoukethavain7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Come on Dhoukethavain. Do something . . . Its no fun watching you try and drown yourself, Xullrae sighed and tried again to urge the turtle to at least swim but Dhoukethavain the turtle just sank again, this time retreating into his shell.
Fine, hide if you want, but I refuse to let you die so easily, The red headed drowess chided as she retrieved her companion from his intended watery grave and placed him on the small mossy bank she had built for him. Xullrae hoped this would cause him to move into the water again,
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By LordOnisyr and XullraeZauviir
Authors Note: This was a collaboration between XullraeZauviir and LordOnisyr done over an IM session that was written into story form by LordOnisyr.
Any recognizable character names belong to R.A. Salvatore/Wizards of the Coast.
Seriously, Khal-pash, I think the one thing that really makes me admire your uncle is not only can he deal with those web-assed harpies he can twist them around his little finger, Salmryn said, taking a swig of the remains of a bottle of wine, legs stretched out on the couch and bare, webbed feet probing the cushions.
He was of noble birth, such intricacies are learned the first moment out of the womb, Khallis replied, turning the peg on his fiddle and striking a quick note to tune it. Well, not to everyone apparently.
Salmryn cackled a little in response.
That fucking noble DoUrden bearing, he said. By Loviators pierced t
Love At First FearThe hideous screech of the phaerimm echoed in Xullraes dark long ears as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She stared in dismay as the tunnel narrowed and finished abruptly in a dead end. This was not a place she wanted to die; alone and cornered with no one to hear her, no one to hold onto.Love At First Fear6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Xullraes heart pounded as she scrambled up the rock face in a desperate attempt to escape. To backtrack was to face the phaerimm. She wanted to spider climb up the wall but she had to speak the phrase and that meant alerting the monster to her location. The drowess doubted her tongue could have formulated the words anyhow, glued to the roof of her mouth as it was.
It was hard not to make noise as she scaled the wall, but Xullrae clamped down her jaw so tight that her teeth felt as they were crushing under the intense weight. She could hear the creature scuttle along and nervously she looked over her shoulder often,
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Duck! she commanded.
Khyra did as she demanded just as her weapon whizzed by his ear to fly into a gargoyles head behind him.
Not a fighter by any means, but built for agility, Khyras instincts took over and he began to weave a path to safety. He never stuck a gargoyle, but he flowed into a bizarre dance of duck and dodge. He avoided a blow to the face with a flexible backbend. As a sword slashed right, Khyra moved deftly to the left. A kicked missed him as he jumped, and was repeated several times in succession until the elf felt as if this were a game of skip rope he had played as a child.
A backhand was coming, Kyra twirled in a fashion that any dancer would envy, but as more and more gargoyles joined the fray, it became harder to maneuver. Khyra barely jumped back in time to avoid a spear in the gut when he heard a horrible grating sound. He sidestepped in
Way Of The StreamYour experiment has been a resounding success Xullrae, its disgusting. I may never have faith in anything ever again, said Solaufein in a disgusted voice.Way Of The Stream6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
In my short life I have learned that faith is what you make it. Our faith in our departed Masked Lord was not without merit Solaufein. He was a being we gave power to. In return he gave us recognition and status, power of our own to further carry out a design we all believed in, Xullrae responded.
Solaufein looked crestfallen but nodded his agreement. He knew she had been devastated at Vhaerauns demise and she was looking for something, anything to fill that void.
My experiment is purely based on the power of the spirit. What the eye cannot see, the soul feels. I honestly thought it was too silly to take off, Xullrae confessed with a small laugh but her face looked completely baffled. I truly hope that this new cult never figures out it was
Things Heat Up - part 1There came no resistance, at least to the unleashed fire magic's. Apparently, the mystics had not foreseen the possibility that any would stand against them, and hence there were no protections lain. The first skeletal form was reduced to a smoldering pile of ash within a heartbeat; such was the intensity of the flames. The second creature fared no better, as the empowered dagger sprang to life, biting straight into the bone of its exposed skull, causing it to shatter as the blade continued onward toward the far wall. The remainder of that particular undead form fell to the floor in a series of echoing clanks. As they were dealing with liches, both the assailants were knowledgeable enough to know the creatures were not permanently destroyed, but for all intents and purposes, they had been removed from battle this day.Things Heat Up - part 17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As Xull'rae struck out with her favored short sword however, it met mystical resistance, and glanced off its bones, a series of sparks were produced as sword and skeleton
Poisonous PlotsA battered Xullrae was forced to kneel and a booted foot kicked her back and stayed there. The red head did not struggle. Her once beautiful face was beaten almost beyond recognition. The amber eyes that were once full of fire were now swollen and listless. Her proud posture no sagged in defeat.Poisonous Plots7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
You failed me, Laeles tone was harsher than usual, look at you, you are pathetic, she said in disgust.
Xullrae took the verbal abuse with silent numbness.
How dare you fuck up that alliance? I told you to seduce the little dick, and what do you do, you kill him. How hard is it to bat your eyes and show a little skin!? Now I have to work harder to get their interest, Laele began pacing; a sign that she was livid but uncertain of the punishment.
At least they did not trace his death back to us and that is why you will sit shackled in a cell instead of bound to the altar, conce
I SpyAlthough the Lightless Realms had no sun, nor moon, to give them a sense of night or day, frequent trade with certain surface-dwellers has prompted the city as a whole to have a more or less settled upon version of night and day.I Spy7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As such, it now fell to the breakfast hours for a large part of the city, and hence the Inn's taprooms were rather busy with patrons coming to partake of the fine meals available. One such patron now sat picking idly at the remnants of eggs and sausages which rested upon his platter, a hooded drowic form from the look of it, waiting patiently for Drazoul to join him, crimson orbs sweeping lazily, though constantly, across the breadth of the room, partaking of what information they could. Business was to be done this day, and it seemed their would be plenty of background murmur to conceal that which would occur.
Drazoul looked around loosely not wanting to give the impression he was looking for someone and when he did indeed find the one he sought. He walked to
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Meanwhile. . . Hazelin walked with his head down looking at his feet, sulkily pondering over what was said, but his thoughts are suddenly distracted by Xullraes voice. Hazelin!
The transapian looked up seeing no one in front of him. Searching wildly, Hazelin realized she has taken a different path to him. You are going the wrong way, she called, sounding amused.
He must have drifted. Quickly Hazelin made his way to her, but as he did so he caught a glimpse of a tiny light behind her at the far end of the tunnel. Then a cool breeze swept across his face. They were almost at the surface.
Hazelin was about to comment to Xullrae regarding it, but her attention seemed suddenly diverted towards something else. She stealthily made her way over to the cave wall and paid close attention to a big barrowed out hole in it, about a meter wide.
Kroneth: The Drow Bank TellerIt was an ordinary day of passing money and making deposits. The only highlight of my working hours is counting big piles of currency.Kroneth: The Drow Bank Teller6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
We cater to the nobles of any job, rank, or race here at Sshamaths First Priority Vault. Its a high security place for all your monetary needs, jabbress. It is what Im required to say to all of our new customers, but my eyes kept flickering to the person behind the old man I was talking to.
She was a regular in our Vault. I didnt even care she was a priestess of Lolth. She loved money and she was exotic. I have seen many drow with amber eyes like hers, even red hair, though they were not a dime a dozen like blonde, silver, or white. For me it was that white lock running through the red that struck me as odd but fun. She was a pretty thing that always wanted me to check on her stash of gems.
While the old man signed his signature on the parchment, I watched the priestess get her documents ready an
To Fix What Was Broken FinaleAs Xull'rae leaned down to help Solaufein up, she heard the presence of two pair of feet moving in their direction, from the opposite end of the hall, hushed words being exchanged between the two, the first being a recognizable voice, that of Bragh. "Now he is more ripe than ever, this should work out well, retrieve his blade, take it to the lab, I will go and get him as soon as I deal with these two," the second figure muttered a confirmation, though she did not recognize his voice, nor his face as he scrambled past them and picked up the bundle, continuing on his way without another word.To Fix What Was Broken Finale7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Bragh, however, stopped and gazed upon her and Solaufein, his ugly pinched visage forming into some semblance of concern, forced into place to be sure, voice intended for their ears this time. "Revered Sister, Brother, forgive my tardiness, I would have arrived sooner, but I was delayed with the Inquisitor." Even though he was seemingly sincere, Xull'rae could glean by the look in his eyes that it w
My Heart Is Your HeartMusic and joyous laughter filled the barn as Henry scanned the crowd with anxious brown eyes. The hour was late and children had already been shuffled home, tucked safely in their beds. He had to find her. She had to be here. The night was no longer safe and Henry had to find his wife and protect her from danger.My Heart Is Your Heart6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Once he had been like these simple folks dancing on the hay strewn floor, but the pioneer and honest farmer had seen many horrors in his life. Now he constantly looked over his shoulder and talked to shadows. Many people in town thought he was crazy. Henry knew the whispers well; returned from the American Revolution under General Washington a war hero, but in pieces.
He returned to a plantation that his wife had built with grit and determination. They had married in the year seventeen seventy-six right before his deployment. Allison was a blossoming beauty of sixteen then, but he came home to a stunning woman
A Change In Direction IIVeszaun too now hastened to the Inn, his quickness born of the adrenaline rush which oft times accompanies anger and angst, which in turn was born from the conversation he'd just had with Bragh at the edge of the Darkwoods. Not to mention the calamity that occurred recently with Xull'rae.A Change In Direction II6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Though he could deaden the emotions to some degree, his obsession would not let it rest for long. As it stood, he was a ways in front of her, not aware that she was heading in the same direction as he.
None were aware of it, but for Cogliostros part the scrying had continued, and he was well aware at this point on what occurred with the draegloth, the bladesinger, and the drowess. Frowning, he decided to let the draegloth run free for the moment, as it appeared the drowess had some semblance of control over the beast anyway. Besides, he would have to waste some all too valuable energy to rein the creature in, energies he could not spend if he were to have any chance of pulling off the miss
An Unexpected VisitWhile Cogliostro was preparing for his trip, the disparate group of "adventurers" that had formed more or less under his service found themselves gravitating towards the Tower at roughly the same time. As it turned out, the presence of two of them was required anyway, a point punctuated by fact that one of the Darkmask's--Sabrar--met up with them to report this, the two being clerics of said organization--Xull'rae and Horock. No particular reasoning was given at the time, though it was made apparent that the summons was of a semi-urgent manner, and thus they should make their way in haste.An Unexpected Visit7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
After some ten minutes more of travel, most of it through the desolate landscape of the Darkwoods, the trio found themselves standing just inside the more or less private cleric's entrance that Xull'rae, and now Horock, was often wont to use instead of the main entrance that the lay members were required to utilize. One of the guards gave instructions that they were to wait within the foyer, and make
To Fix What Was Broken IEver since the human had bestowed the "kindness" of healing magics upon him, the bedraggled bladesinger had kept to the confines of his admittedly posh suite at the inn. Though Vesz'aun was once more completely whole and fit in a physical sense, mentally speaking he was anything but.To Fix What Was Broken I7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Not that most ever considered him mentally whole in the first place.
Lingering traces of the shock he had endured during the draegloth's torture session still played upon his mind, though at the moment, a more pressing matter was causing him angst; his beloved blade had been shattered. The insecurity was more of an angered one than anything at this point, and as he had risen from his bed and ever so carefully gathered the disparate pieces within a wrap of cloth. He had gone over various designs of revenge that would be carried out, when such a thing were in his ability to accomplish. Both against the draegloth, and the human, for putting him in that position in the first place.
That the draegloth had only
The Test PrototypeWhat are those things? someone whispered in the dark.The Test Prototype6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rizzen could see everyone fairly clearly with his darkvision. Everyone was huddled together in the cramped tunnel. Most were drow, nobles with escaped slaves of other races. The were-rat drow smiled. He had let them to their doom.
He slipped by unnoticed and went down a side tunnel. The passage narrowed and he had to get on his hands and knees to get to the center burrow and wait.
It didnt take long for the ground to shake and the worried shouts for him, to start. Soon there was a loud rumble like something grinding or rolling over stone. Then all was quiet. Rizzen covered his ears but still winced and huddled into a ball when the harsh screeching began. The screams the followed were barely muffled by the harsh drilling noise that came next.
The floor of the borrow shook violently. Rizzen felt dizzy from it and cough
To Fix What Was Broken IIXull'rae continued the conversation, regardless of Vesz'aun being there, "Think of this Draegloth, our house only craved domination and power...power we had but not enough. It was Lolth who cast us down why not use the same one who threw us out to climb back up by using her AND another god to do it. I am granted power by both gods simply because Lolth does not know I serve another, because at face value I DO serve her, so am I not true to my house to do what I must to achieve the power we lusted for?" She was not trying to beguile him. Sometimes telling a truth better served your purpose than a lie. She knew she needed this wild unpredictable creature, so she must show courage and strength, of course a little sincerity might throw him off balance. She had to try, if she wanted to succeed.To Fix What Was Broken II7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Her plan worked, it brought the creature to a halted silence. For some overly long moments, his bestial mind churning over her words, uncertain at this point how to take it all. Then, with a low
To Fix What Was Broken IIIShe didn't get much time for prayer as she was suddenly interrupted by Vesz'aun's voice. "You aren't actually going to let him in your room, are you?" the bellow came from above, as the bladesinger floated slowly downward towards her. "I mean, c'mon he's brutish, ugly, and probably filth infested! Diseases galore, a veritable farm of wretched creepy crawly things even! Put him in the damn stables or something!"To Fix What Was Broken III7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Feeling her good mood dwindling swiftly as he made himself known, she gave him a hard look. "Vesz'aun just go fix your sword, you need not concern yourself. The draegloth is technically my brother and I mean a real brother, I'm not going to bed him, he's a draegloth." Not that it was his business anyway, feeling her fists clench she relaxed them. He was not going to ruffle her, not here in this place of sanctuary.
A thoughtful moment of silence and then he broke it by speaking, which made her fingers itch to cause him harm. "Oh...well, even so! Just kill him, that'd be even