The Four Treasures

Valin Norovir:

"A drunken, cowardly paladin of Lathander. I'm sure your father would be proud, Alexanta." Seraph had said to Alexanta, who had fainted onto the floor, drunk. I shook my head, coming out of the shadows.
Speaking in Elvish, so only those with Elven blood, and educated in the classics could understand me, "By Isha, this is because of his backwards, hairy barbarian blood acting up, as we all know we Elves would never pass out from mere alcohol." I knelt down near to his head, opened up my waterskin, and poured all the water out onto his face.
"WAKE UP BARBARAIN HALF BLOOD!" I yelled at him. His eyes barely opened, but moved enough to signal his concience was coming back to him, and slapped him in the face. "WAKE UP!" I said, sternly, in Elvish. He slowly but surely began to wake up, and so I switched my attention to the Drow.
Speaking in the Ancient Elven tounge, I said to him, "While my companions may have welcomed you and may believe your lies, I do not, Drucci'iliah. They are ignorant of your kinds' treachery and vile, vilanous ways. In my eyes, you are not welcome here. I will not help you. I will not aid you, unless you prove to me you do not possess the same wickedness as other members of your race do. And By Isha, I swear, if you so much as leave a hint of treachery in my mind, I will kill you in your sleep" I crossed my arms, and narrowed my eyes, watching him, and holding the concealed hilt of one of my daggers.

replying in elven i said" hmm a little hostility eh, ohwell never expected much from you anyway, and just to let you know it would be very very hard to kill me in my sleep with a large amount of spells at my command and firerunner to watch over me. Oh and another thing, i dont need the help of a stuck up, dethroned elf." i replied coldly. "and if you will excuse me" i said in common while bumping past him "i am going to retire to my private quarters" i looked one last time before shutting the door. i soon went deep into spell casting setting a large wall of ice directly infront of the door, its smoothness and the clarity of the ice, made it almost invisible. setting a few alarms around the windows and door. "that elf is making me uneasy firerunner, i want you to keep an eye on him so that he doesn't try anything stupid; and if he does, you know what to do."

"yes master" he replied with a smile.

"That it i'm sick of this human side, it caused me trouble all my life scowles Alex, but since i can't do anything with it i'll just have to live with it."

"Oh well i'll just stay away from alchol."

"Well i'm off to sleep later guys replied Alex triedly."

Make sure you use the cap locks Darqquon and Fontroy, you need quotation marks at the beginning and end of dialogue.

Valin

Before the Drow left, and after he had called me "dethroned elf", I replied to him, again, in Elven, "Well I may be dethroned, but that will be restored. Your people's treachery cannot" as he slipped past me, bumping into his shoulder.
As he left I turned to the rest of the group, saying
"I do not trust the Drow. We must not allow him with us"

~Thaden~

"Nor do I Valin. Which is why I'm making an air shield to encompass us while we sleep. They are pretty strong against physical attacks and I do not think that a spell can be conjured without some warning by Sira."
"We can't let him join though!"
"Be at peace Valin. We're going to head for the High Priest of the Sun tomorrow. If the Drow is truely disinterested in our quest, he will follow us a few days and then get bored. He might not follow us if we head for a holy man either. If he is a traitor, he'd be a fool to attack a numerically superior force. If he isn't, then we'd be foolish to discourage him from joining. In any event master elf, you should seek some rest."

Name: Argus Khai

Gender: Male

Race: Half-elf

Class: Soulspinner (Mage class)

The soulkeepers are the living messengers of Temnah, the god of life and death. They are very similiar to necromancers, except they dont summon Undead. Instead, they see them as their arch-nemesis. The soulkeeper can summon spirits of the dead and use them as allies, ask them for an advice or to seek council from their ancestors, or even create a small army. The Soulkeepers also guide the souls of the dead towards their eternal home, or if ordered by their god, return it back to the world of the living. Almost all Soulkeepers do the entire burial procedures. They are a peaceful neutral order who favors solitude and secrecy.

Appereance: 6'5, silver hair that almost tocuhes the ground beneath his feet, white piercing eyes (he has pupils though, they are white as well lol) pale skin, with delicate chiseled features that radite beauty, melanchony and sadness. Also, has many tatooes on the forearm and hands.

Basic clothing: long hooded black robe with grey streaks with golden runes embedded on them, black leather boots, and a small stone diadem rests on his head. When nights falls though, the runes glow with a yellowish haze so does the diadem with a blue hue.

Waepon: Staff made from obsidian and a poisonius dagger.

Abilities: When night falls during meditation he can attract the spirts and ghosts of his surroundings and ask them for advice or information in trade with a bottle of elven wine with obsidian dust inside it. Has ressistance to poison and small ressistance to ice and fire magic. All of his spells have extra damage/effect on undead.

Weaknesses: Can cast spirit summoning during night. During the day hes partially blind relaying most on his staff, dagger and the wispers of his god. During each summoning he must confront the spirit, that is when the caster is most vunrable and needs protection untill the summoning is complete. Also the spheres/containers are expensive (700g each) and always aquire a feather from a griffin's wing and a strand of hair from a drow.

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Argus slowly crept in the night, seeing the flicker of fires up ahead. The voice of his god wispered inside his head...

"Rest...child...and ask for help...ghost mage Theranas....offeres advice..." the low humming voice said. Argus sat on a stone, beneath the silvery moon and began his chants. A slow breeze passed through the woods that carried his voice and the name of a now long dead denizen. "...Theranas..." The veins of ghostblood on his obsidian diadem began to radiate with a blue hue, his eyes flickered with a white flame as a sprit started to take his form in front of him.

"I am Theranas of the Ghost Council of Enthrozza..." a motionless voice came from the humanoind. "...for two hundred years I lived in these parts...and, as the law abides it is my duty to help thee, young Argus."

"Are these the followers I am to meet?" Argus said inscribing wards and patterns in the air to keep the spirit as long as possible.

"The griffin is one of many...his ancestors bear a warning...Beware the drow...they are to go...to the Temple of The sun...at the break of dawn...and YOU Argus," the spirit, in a blur of motion gestured towards the half elf "are to follow them..." the spirit said and vanished in a silent explosion of stars.

Argus, exhasuted from the summoning, drained from the ritual, both physically and mentally collapsed to the ground and feel asleep.

The breeze became a wind with the name of the dead mage still gliding in the air. In his dreams he inspected the small camp and met all of his companions. A griffin, two elves, one drow one high elf and two humans. He wanted to stay longer and try to thoughtpick their minds but the ozone smell of wards and air spell flared his nostrils. Argus left before he raised a commontion and drifted away to the City of Shadows at The fountain of sorrow to weep for the loss of his beloved.

"Aluriel..." he said out loud and bearly opened one of his eyes. All he could see was a blanket of stars and a ghostly face that gently carressed his face.

Valin:

Thaden tried to comfort me with his reasoning, and talking about the Sun Preist. However, he did not have Milennia of cultural memory of the treachery of the Drow.

"Master Griffin, I respect your idealism, but alas, you know not the Drow as I do. Let me give a breif history: At the dawn of History, the Drow and the Eldar were one race. However, when our greatest leader of the age had died, there were two claimants to the throne, two legitimate brothers. Aluriel the Pure, and Draiatch the Blackhearted. Aluriel was the forefather of the Eldar of today, in the common tounge, the High Elves and by extension, most other brands of the Eldar race. Draiatch was the forebear of the Drow. His skin was unhealthily dark, his eyes were red and his hair was silver, and he exhumed the prescence of Chaos. Draiatch was a smart man, he was. He played the High Court for fools, casting doubt on each other, and on the true heir, Aluriel. What resulted was a civil war. Of course, all the ancestors of the Drow sided with Draiatch, and all of my forebears sided with Aluriel. It was a horrible war, as brother fought brother for centuries. Many of our cities lay in ruins at the end of the war. Of course, it wasn't until late in the war that our Seers and Sorcerers discovered that they had abandoned Isha and our Eldar pantheon for Llolth and other Chaotic deities. The war ended only when Aluriel, with his last breath of life, slayed his evil brother, Draiatch, killing him, ending the war. After Draiatch was slain, Aluriel's son, Alariel had all of his greatest sorcerers banish all of Draiatch's followers to the underworld. Between them and now, they developed into the Drow of today. And so, for more than one reason, as I'm sure you better understand now, I do not trust the Drow. If he joins us, I will kill him."

"Valin...you know that I could not allow you to do that. Such an attack would not be just; you know not the man, only the reputation behind his origin. If you attack him...I will have no chice but to take his side, for the time. Truly I would be sorry to have to fight you."

I stepped in between the two men, my back to the drow.

"Don't do this, Valin," I said, my chin a full two inches above his head. "He will be watched closely, this I promise you. I give you my word as a Servant of Law."

Speaking from somewhere behind the big man, Croak spoke up.

"I say we let the drow come," he said simply, "he may not look like somethin' that we'd want comin' with, but I can tell ya firsthand that looks aren' usually a reason to treat people a certain way..."

Valin:
"This is not about LOOKS Croak," I said, perturbed. "Were you not paying attention to my history lesson? This is about the treachery of the Drow"

"Well, duh," Croak rolled his eyes, "but it's the appear'nce that remines ya what he is. Jus' 'cause he looks like any other drow don' mean 'e is."

"A Drow is a Drow. There is no difference. They are all treacherous villains, and I don't trust him. I shant kill him....just yet, but I don't like him accompanying us," I said, and walked to the bar to get something strong to drink.

"Racist prick..." Croak muttered under his breath.

~Thaden Ma'lar~

"Treacherous villians? One need not be a drow to be one. No more arguments. Sleep now." I grunted. I reached out with my air magic and snuffed the candles.