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Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

He was impressive. Well, she was impressed. There was a reason most Drow only knew a few signs. The human- Amal- managed them with ease, his movements far more fluid than she would have expected after only a short amount of time.

The goblin shut its eyes tightly, flailing uselessly. It shook in fear, a long, high pitched whine emanating from its throat. Its silence so far was perhaps one of the bravest things she had seen from a goblin. It would be for nothing, she was certain; it never took much for these ones to cave.

“Iblith, you really should start talking,” Charynrae said, sounding like she was very much enjoying this. “I will like what happens if you choose not to. You will not. My friend is the only reason you have been shown mercy at all. How… do we… get out?”

As expected, he cracked, letting out a squeak. Goblins were never much fun to interrogate, because they were all too easy. “Th- that way,” he said breathlessly, pointing towards the passageway by the fire pit. “First left! And then, then, then-“ he paused to take a breath, only somewhat successfully. “-straight. Until the cross path. Then the one going down!”

“Down? I am not going to the Underdark. How do we get to the surface?”

“You go down-“

“Down. To the surface?”

“Yes, down, I s- s- swear it! Take the third right and it goes back up! And then just straight! Takes you to- takes you to the east exit!”

“And where do we go from the east exit to reach civilization?”

The goblin had fallen silent again, whimpering and shivering. Charynrae’s hand went up to its face, forcing it in her direction, not that it had its eyes open. “Goblin,” she said, her voice deathly quiet. “I like to take my time. I am giving you the chance to finish this quickly, but I am fast losing my patience. How do we find the city?”

“Map! On the table!” His voice was pitiful. She glanced over to where his shaking hand pointed.

“It has everything we need?”

“Ye- yes! Continue east…”

“How many of you?”

“I do not, I do not know!” He whimpered when her hand squeezed more firmly at his first denial. “The Master does not tell us anything important.”

She let out a sharp sigh. “Who is your master?”

“I cannot say, he will-“

“I am sure there is no punishment he has that will compare to what I will do to you,” she snapped. “Who is he?”

“Master Fel’dregar!”

Charynrae looked over at Amal, locking eyes. “Anything else you might like to know? I don’t know how much more use this one is, but we can always try.”

Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

“Likely more because speech is more easily made intimidating. And because of the possible difficulty of torturing someone while also insulting them.” Well, she supposed it could just be humiliation. Or interrogation. Not that there was always much difference between the three. Everything went hand in hand. “If someone is out of sight in the Underdark, it is better to wait until they are in view again. They may be trying to distract you so they can kill you.”

The longer she spent in the World Above, the more incredulous the Underdark sounded. Of course no one could really be trusted up here, but no one would assume that anyone out of sight was out for murder. Everyone in view was liable to want blood in the Underdark. No exception, even for flesh and blood.

In fact, that might just make one a more enticing target.

She could tell he was watching her, but he wasn’t doing anything, so she paid it no mind until the blade came out. It was not a conscious movement, but she stopped and watched him intently until it went away. “You would be dead right now were I some other Drow, you know.” It was a simple statement of fact, no threat or malice in her voice.

Why was she giving him advice? Maybe he was meant to die at the hands of a Drow. Probably not hers, but only time would tell for that one.

Being a thief and bandit would explain all the scars. “Charynrae. Or Char.” Humans often had difficulty with Drow names, although hers should not have been a particular problem. “I used to be a priestess of Lolth and now I… am on the surface.” It was a complicated situation.

“The first one everyone learns is sound,” she said, gesturing with her hand up by her ear. “Often followed by pointing. To… show where the sound is.”

Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

“Thank you,” she said again, this time actually grateful. ‘Sharing’ food, or anything, in the Underdark generally meant humiliating someone with it. “Even noble Drow do not always have the luxury of being choosy with what they eat like surface elves. Rat is more a staple for commoners, but everyone eats it.” She chewed and swallowed the still-warm meat quickly, no savouring of the food to be had. “Most meals centre around mushrooms.”

She paced as she ate, which was nothing unusual, but internally she was also feeling ever so slightly unsettled. She was underneath a castle in Vaasa, with no idea how she had arrived there or who had brought her or why, having to depend on a man and an unconscious goblin that she was only trusting because goblins were too stupid to lie to save themselves. She tried to focus on the cavern itself instead of the nagging feeling of wrongness; learning the walls, walking herself back in her mind to the cell she had woken up in. That almost made it worse, because she did not belong in a surface cave.

“Most people only know a particular few hand signs, but you can have an entire conversation about anything without speaking a word. I’m surprised we kept speaking at all.”

She would not have normally spoken so much of Drows and the Underdark, or at all, really, but it was unusual to have someone take an interest in interacting, period. It had to be feigned, an act to get on her good side- what human called a Drow refined in anything but cruelty? And yet as loathe as she was to admit it, it was nicer than being alone, and there was strength in numbers, so long as no one stabbed the other in the back.

What was it that humans said? Better the evil you know? Which reminded her…

“Is there a name I should call you?” She could just call him human, or not at all, but somehow it seemed too… impersonal. Which didn’t normally bother her.

Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

“Thank you,” she said stiffly. She wasn’t sure if she was grateful for the compliment for something so ordinary to her, but surface customs tended towards showing grace for politeness’ sake. And he did seem very… genuine. She really wasn’t sure what to make of this man. “Yes. Bugbears are usually compliant workers, but they need to be put in their place every once in a while like all slaves. And sometimes they choose not to learn,” she finished with a shrug.

She could admit to herself, at least, that his fascination with the weapons was a little endearing. Now that the immediate threat had subsided, she went to the shelf and pulled down the crossbow and its arrows, setting them on the table to ensure everything was in working order while he did his own inspections. With these and the axes she was set for now, so her next move was over to a wall near where they had entered where she had seen a particular blue moss. Her fingers gently ran over the surface to find a spot to pull it up from. “Your plan… sounds… good,” she said as she worked it off the wall.

She managed to roll up a decent amount and brought it to the table to set down. “This is also edible. It may be an acquired taste, I don’t know. If you do like it, don’t harvest it yourself, because there is another that looks similar that will make you sick. You won’t die, but it will not be pleasant.”

She paused for a moment. She was looking at him, or at least in his general direction, looking conflicted. Finally, she said, “I can show you a few Undercommon hand signs. Whenever you’re ready. It will make it easier to avoid making noise if we need to.”

Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

She wasn’t sure how to feel about the man’s apparent friendliness. He was not overly so, but people were usually coldly polite to her at best on first meeting. And charm was always an excellent cover for duplicity. She had no doubt he had used his to his advantage before. He was at least not entirely unintelligent, keeping watch on her following behind him. It was foolish enough that he had put himself in this position- not that she would have agreed to go ahead of him.

She stopped where directed. She was quite frankly impressed with his movements, especially given the lack of light. Most humans could not manage that level of grace even with light. When it came to killing, he would have not been entirely out of place in a Drow society. Burning alive was a special kind of torture, as was the threat of passing the goblin off to her. They were incredibly cowardly on their own, so to send a sole goblin to a Drow?

Zhengyi’s lair. Castle Perilous. Vaasa.

She locked the information away, but her brow furrowed as she stood there waiting. Had she heard something?

The growl told her she probably had.

Of course there was a bugbear.

“Experiments?” Interesting. While she was not really asking a question of the creature, her voice drew its attention. With a snarl, it ran at her; she let it, quickly springing out of the way just before it could contact her. She lifted a hand and gestured, and four glowing orbs blinked into view, merging into a blob that might be mistaken for a person. It only distracted the brute from her for a moment, but she only needed enough time to sprint behind him to the table with weapons. She was not normally one to wield hand axes, but they were the first things within her grasp.

She ducked down to avoid being struck in the head as the beast swung his weapon, scrambling away from the table so she had more open space to work with. It was like a dance, round and round in circles; he kept trying to hit her, both with his mace and with his empty hand, and she kept dodging just out of his reach. She looked altogether unconcerned, even when those nails came dangerously close. All she had to do was wait. The more frustrated he got, the more chance he would give her the right opening.

And there it was.

He had put a little too much force behind a swing, making him twist just so. She swung and the blade of one axe sliced through the back of his knee, forcing him to kneel as he howled in pain. She struck again with the same one ending up wedged in the back of his other thigh and he collapsed forward.

He scarcely had time to scream before she buried the second axe in the back of his neck.

“Just like home,” she said dryly.

Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

Name: Charynrae Auvrymtor
Race: drow
Sex: female
Age: 115

Physical Description: Slim and athletic, with spindly limbs and fingers, she clocks in at an entire five feet. Like all drows and elves, she is deceptively strong for her size, but quite frail. Together with her movement, it's easy to forgive comparisons to a spider. She has obsidian skin and silver eyes, with matching silver hair usually kept up in some kind of intricate braid (though still simple enough for her to do herself).

She has exactly two scars, from a stab wound: a two inch line beneath her right collarbone, and its smaller sister on her back. The scar on her back has been turned into a spider for a phosphorescent spiderweb tattoo that sprawls across her upper back and shoulders.

While she has mastered a look of indifference and it's rare to see a smile, her feelings show on her face more than she might like. Anger is a particularly difficult one to conceal, particularly when starts moving into the territory of rage.

Attire: She wears a dark purple (almost black), fitted sleeveless tunic made with a deep v-neck and intricate embroidery, intended to emphasize the curves she does have; her leggings match. Along with that is a short, dark red skirt, with a slit up the side and embroidered hem, and ankle boots. Her clothing is made of spidersilk and lends itself to quiet movement. Over top, she wears a greater piwafwi. She has a web choker adorned with a jewelled spider (made with a blood-red ruby), though she tucks it away as often as she wears it. She wears armour made of carved deep rothé leather, dyed black, with matching vambraces.

Although she handles cold well, she is not entirely immune to it, and will throw on more substantial clothing if need. It is usually still horrifically immodest by human standards, and always in dark colours.

Abilities:

• Agile: Her small frame lends itself well to quick movements.
• Darkvision: She can see quite a distance in the dark. Despite her time aboveground, she still struggles in bright light (especially when bright colours are involved), although not as much as when she first left the Underdark.
• Drow Fighting Styles: Though she has a preference for ust sreen (emphasizing hitting first), it is less useful for anything extended, so she is also well-versed in kyorlin plynn (fighting defensively to disarm an opponent and/or buy time) and jivvin golhyrr (fighting defensively to trip up and humiliate an opponent). She has fallen out of practice with the other styles, some of which she had only the most rudimentary of knowledge of anyways.
• Fey Ancestry: She has an advantage against being charmed, and cannot be put to sleep by magic.
• History: She mainly has knowledge of Drow history, but has been learning about surface history in her time out of the Underdark.
• Perceptive: She has the razor sharp senses required for survival in Drow society, and the intelligence to interpret what she observes.
• Poison Use: She is skilled in the use of a variety of poisons and their antidotes. Because of her time spent out of the Underdark, she has lost some tolerance to some poisons, but retains any natural resistance borne of being a Drow.
• Religion: Primarily knowledgeable of Drow deities, although she knows bits and pieces of other faiths and their followers.
• Weapons: She mainly uses a hand crossbow. Although she can wield daggers and rapiers, she tries to avoid close combat.

Languages: Drow (High and Low), Drow Sign Language, Deep Speech, Undercommon, Common

Spells: As a Drow, she can use dancing lights, darkness, and faerie fire. Born of a noble family, she can also has the spell-like abilities of detect magic, feather fall, and levitate at her disposal.

Although she claims she has renounced Lolth and now simply worships the Dark Seldarine as a whole, her magic is mostly the same as any other priestess of Lolth.

• For domain spells, she can use Shield of Faith and Pass Without Trace. She can also utilize the Blessing of the Trickster and Invoke Duplicity.
• For cantrips, she can use Guidance, Poison Spray, Resistance, Spare the Dying, and Thaumaturgy.
• For 1st level spells, she can use Animal Friendship, Cure Wounds, Detect Poison and Disease, and Ray of Sickness.
• For 2nd level spells, she can use Lesser Restoration, Protection From Poison, and Web.

Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

He was being polite, so either he was polite, or he knew how to use politeness for manipulation. She kept her eyes on him, as always looking for what was underneath what was said and done. He did not seem particularly out of place here, and although there was no malice he certainly did not engender any trust in her. (Admittedly, no one engendered any trust in Char, and she imagined no one would be surprised to discover this. This was very much the way of the Drow, and it was a difficult thing to shake off.)

While he spoke her eyes wandered over him, though her only interest at the moment was in where and how she would have to strike to kill him quickly if need be. Just because he said he wouldn’t stab her didn’t mean he would keep his word on it, or that he wouldn’t stab her once their time together was done, and she wanted to have his internal organs mapped out ahead of time. “We have a deal,” she said once he had finally finished speaking. It was an easy choice; better to chance an escape with another prisoner than wait for the jailer.

“I had left Elmwood and was near the coast of the Moonsea, soon to reach the Elvenflow. But I was on foot,” she told him as he began the cumbersome task of sorting through keys to find that which would release her. She locked his look of concentration away as she searched for something else to say; she was used to silence, but humans were not, and long bouts of it left many of them particularly unnerved. Then again, he was on a hunt for the right key, so perhaps he did not notice.

When her arms finally dropped down to her sides, it was like she could finally breathe again. She took a step away of her own and promptly pulled at her hair, her face crinkling in a look of disgust. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know why her hair had been taken down and put back up, because this was certainly not how it had been set before waking up in this place. She began raking her fingers through, coaxing out knots and errant pins. Fortunately, her hair was not in a terrible state; nothing had happened to it in her time here beyond the goblin yanking on it while trying to get her to open her mouth. “Was there anything else interesting you found when you started your escape?”

She was, of course, listening carefully for anything that might be on the way to confront them, but at the moment, all sounded quiet beyond the room. Once she was satisfied with her hair in its unbound state, she quickly worked it into a braid that wrapped around her head like a crown. It was far simpler than what she would normally do, but anything more complicated would take more time she did not want to spare.

Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

The squeak of that infernal goblin and his cart making its way through the corridor pulled the Drow out of her reverie, slowly opening her eyes and training them on the door. The goblin- she had heard his name, but saw no reason to commit it to memory- did not seem to like coming down here at all, but he especially hated having to come in here with her; shackled or not, he was rightfully terrified, and she delighted in making his work as frustrating and drawn out as she could. A small part of her regretted not having chosen to file her teeth, because it would have made forcing him to force whatever it was that passed for food into her mouth all the more entertaining.

Refusing to cooperate was as much as she was capable of at the moment. All her limbs were shackled, her feet resting on the floor but her arms pulled high over her head, just past what was comfortable. (She always found it interesting that surface dwellers so loathed the brutality of the Drow but were all too eager to carry out the same when the situation presented itself.) Curiously, her fingers were free to move, and she had not been stripped and gagged, and yet she could bring no magic forth; this was certainly no ordinary prison to entirely deny her any of her abilities with so little effort.

And so she had been waiting here, biding her time. Once she found out what she was being held for, she figured she could offer to make herself useful, find more suitable stock for whatever-it-was. Whether she actually would was another matter, but she could figure that out when the time came.

Although from the sounds of it, the time would not need to come. She heard the sound of a scuffle in the next room. The snap of bone. The keys shifting, releasing someone. Eating, drinking. Walking.

And now, walking towards her.

The figure loomed in the doorway. Charynrae surveyed him with silver eyes. He was a large human, which could be a problem, but he was also a man, which canceled out any concerns she might have had. He was an attractive one, at that. That could be useful.

A frown flitted across her face, disappearing as soon as it appeared. “I am no witch,” she said in response. “You have come here to propose something, I imagine. What is it you want?”

here we go again

The Rundown

• I’m typically what you would consider a casual to advanced RPer.
• I can usually post a minimum once a day, but depending on the story, I’ve done multiple posts a day, or had months between posts.
• Anxious about posting? Feeling flaky? Not sure if you want to continue? Talk to me! I have RP partners that I only hear from every six months, so don't worry about feeling sluggish.
• I really love character driven stories.
• I generally play female characters. If I have a male character, it’s typically as a secondary character.
• I usually tend towards darker stories, but it depends on the characters and situations.
• As an adult, I enjoy mature/18+ situations and themes if they come up. They are not the only thing I’m here to RP, so no worries if you don’t.
• I am quite flexible in general, so if you have something that's vaguely similar to something I have in here, or you think based on what I have listed here I might like it, let me know!
• PM me if you’re interested.
• Most of my RPs end up being played in PMs, but I am down to use the forums or PMs, whatever your preference. Just let me know!

General Interests

• action-adventure
• dragons and riders
• dystopian settings
• fantasy (low or high fantasy)
• horror- especially terrible B horror movies
• the idea that gods could walk among us
• sci-fi
• space
• special agents, elite officers, etc.
• spies
• superheroes
• the supernatural (vampires, werewolves, witches, etc.)
• zombies

Story Ideas

current interests

Enemies to Lovers to… 18+

They may not be trying to kill each other (or maybe they are!), but they certainly don’t like each other. Maybe there’s some personal history there; maybe they’re just from wildly different cultures that clash. Whatever it is, they’ve been thrown together and have to go with it. Between defying death and other tensions, eventually one thing leads to another…

I’d be interested in playing this in a high fantasy/dungeon punk/magitek setting and have some ideas for my character and the setting, but I’m not dead set on anything yet, so if you have any other ideas please pitch away!

A Hallmark Movie

You know those Hallmark Christmas movies? Where the big city girl moves to a small town and falls in love? Yeah, think that.

and the rest in alphabetical order

Ascension

He said pick a virtue.
I chose defiance.
You can now see why He and I have a problem.

This is an old idea and I don’t know exactly where I want to go with it, but I’m thinking some kind of fallen angel, low fantasy story.

Bodyguard 18+

I'm thinking some kind of action adventure kind of thing. The heir to something needs protection, perhaps a kidnapping scare, etc. Who knows?

The Bright

I really enjoyed this film and would love to try a story set in the world. We can discuss what exactly should happen in it, whether more actiony or dramatic, etc.

futuristic dystopian fantasy- think Terminator

I like the Terminator films, and I recently saw Terminator: Genisys and loved it. I don't want to use the characters from the franchise, but I would love to do something similar. I would be fine with using same companies, same premise, etc.

Godzilla inspired

Saw the trailer for a Godzilla/big monster film. There was a line in there about needing to figure out which monsters are friends and which are foe which intrigued me. Maybe our characters are a couple people (could be military, could be ordinary people, lots of options here) end up being "adopted" by a good monster to help them in this new disaster/apocalyptic world.

Lucifer or Supernatural inspired

I’d like to do a story in a similar universe to one of the aforementioned shows. I’ve watched all of Lucifer, but I’m only passingly familiar with Supernatural.

neighborhood superheroes

I'm interested in doing some kind of city level story, maybe someone new to the superhero scene working with someone who's been working the city's sheets for a while now. Maybe a little grittier than something like Spider-Man, but still a local, smaller level thing than what I normally do.

Reflection in the Mirror

A woman keeps her deranged alter ego safely locked in the mirror. I’m thinking maybe some kind of super/anti-hero tale, but I really don’t have much to go on for this idea.

something along the lines of Argo/Escape Plan/Lockout/The Recruit

Something needs to be brought in to, or out of, a place, but of course, not all is what it seems. No specific ideas for this one; I just like the premise.

supernatural crime squad

I want to do some kind of supernatural investigation thing. My character's power? Curse proof! That box that grants wishes and takes a blood price for it? It won't work for her. That video where you die in 7 days after watching? Won't work, either. As such, she ends up doing a lot of work with cursed objects.

Systems/Settings

• Deadlands
• Deadlands: Reloaded
• Don't Walk in the Winter Woods
• Forgotten Realms
• Numenera/The Strange
• Savage Worlds

Fandoms

My preferred character in bold if applicable. Any current interests in italics.

• Buffy the Vampire Slayer
• Dead Space
• The Empyrean Series (Violet x Xayden)
• Marvel
• Resident Evil
• The X-Files

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