Faelar and the Drow Assassin
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Soul Stealer: One of the most evil of drow weapons, the Soul Stealer claims a bit of each of its victims soul so that the soul maybe called up for questioning or spying. Sadly, the weapon was imperfect in its creation for it could only store one person's soul fragment at a time. Therefore, if more than one victim was claimed the stored fragment would be released into the victim to make room for that in which it would receive.
The Drow Assassin: Rizzen Xiltyn was one of the greatest drow assassins to have ever lived and it is believed that only the infamous Artemis Entreri would be his superior. Rizzen loathed that fact and planned to change that ever they cross pathes. Unfortunately Entreri died of old age before he had the pleasure. He had already murdered his master and teacher, Alak Coloara with his own sword, Soul Stealer, of which Rizzen claimed as his own afterwards. Rizzen knew the secret of the sword and so long as his former master was in the land of the dead, he may call him back to serve him. He was now the master and loved every minute of it. At first, he would call the spirit up to learn all of the elder drow's secrets. Once that was done, he would then call it up to spy on potential victims. Along with that, when he would get bored, Rizzen would call the sprit up just to demoralize and antagonise. Once that got old, he decide to leave the ghost alone and began looking for another to replace it. That day he decided that he would go out with one of the patrols, which he never did even when ordered to. He only cared for what he wanted. At that particular time he wanted a fresh soul and was determined to get one.
The Story: Faelar decided to follow Rary along with quite a few other powerful adventurers down into the Underdark. It was his first trip there and was eager to see what it was like. The young elf did quite well as a supporting archer and sometimes scouting ahead so that the others may be warned as to what dangers lied ahead. On one of those occassions, the young elven scout spotted a few drow in the darkness ahead.
Rizzen crept high above the cavern floor by use of his levitaion ability. He spotted the light from long distance and began to move even closer. Soon he could see the lights source, or rather sources. "Fools", he thought, "they have no idea of the doom that awaits them." Watching the light ahead, he rose to the highest point of the tunnels ceiling which just so happened to be near a large outcroping from the wall. Due to the several light sources, the assassin would be unable to get an accurate head count. Therefore he decide it best to withdraw his darkvision and rely on normal vision until he could extinguish them. He could see that his comrads were in position and were eager to do battle with the surfacers.
Faelar signaled back to the others that drow had been spotted. Rary and a couple of archers stepped up.
The assassin thanked Vaerhan for his gift. "Nothing would make a finer servant than a priest of the vile surface elf god, Corellon Larethian" he thought. Wrapped tightly in his Piwafwi, Rizzen levitated down to the priest's side and thrusts his swords in such a way to ensure than Soul Stealer made the fatal blow. Blinded by the light, he knew that he had hit paydirt for he could feel the warm life juice flow down his swords, over his hands, to his wirsts, and dripping rapidly on his boot.
The young elf gasped in pain as the assassin's blade bit deep into Faelar's chest. The doomed elf stared into his attackers eyes. Faelar could almost feel the drow's soul mingle with his own as he died.
"Something's not right", Rizzen thought as he pushed his blades deeper into the elf's chest cavity. He knew, when his hands brushed Faelar's soft leather armor, that this was not his intended target and before the assassin could release the young elf and escape he too felt the pain of a blade piercing his skin. Rizzen failed to gain his composure and fend off the incoming attacks and it wouldn't be long before he too would be in the land of the dead.
Knowing that Adamantium, the metal used to craft drow weapons, would not survive in the land above, the surfacers left the assassin's blades there not knowing that it would have been best to destroy Soul Stealer. For months the sword layed there next to the rotting corpse of it's previous owner. One day, another patrol came out in search of the group that was lost and presumed dead.
Matron Mother Coloara knew that Rizzen was with this particular patrol and also knew that he carried soul stealer. She wanted Soul Stealer more than she had ever wanted anything and knew there was only one way that she would get it. From his rotting corpse. She sent her eldest daughter, Eclavdra, in search of the assassin with instructions to retrieve the sword by any means necessary.
Faelar has confessed many times to how he feels "connected" to the drow assassin. He also gets extremely bothered when talking about the events of that fateful day.
OOC: If a DM would like to run with this let me know and I'll fill you in on the direction that I would like it to go in.
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Faelar has a reoccurring vision when he enters into the elven meditative state of rest.
Faelar finds himself in a dark underground city. Thousands of purplish lights, with the combined illumination of but a single candle, blanket the city. Yet, he sees perfectly. Upon exploration of the city he soon discovers that it is a city of the vile dark elves of the underdark. It seems strange that he feels no ill will towards them not them to him. In fact, the males seem to have the utmost respect for him and the females avoid him as if
afraid. For when they speak, he can understand every word. The male would refer to Faelar as Alak or Weaponsmaster Coloara. The females failed to address him at all but, would only whisper a single
word, assassin.Upon awakening from his meditative state, Faelar, felt that the vision was not a vision at all but, in some strange way, a memory. Soon, the light from the sun began to bother his eyes. Also, he began to feel as if he could commit murder and enjoy it. He began to feel indifferent towards his elven kin as well. He knew, in his mind that it was wrong but, it felt so right, deep down within his soul.
