Baemyr Do'zynge's Story

In the dusk, the moon sat hidden behind a muddle of clouds. The night calm shuffled and jostled like a child waiting for supper or some vague reprimand. The air carried a lukewarm breeze through out the wood. It was scented with the usual: greenery, animal scents, the occasional whiff of refuse. But it was tinged that night with unfamiliar scents; there were traces of magic, faintly detectable but present, and the unmistakable metallic tang of blood. There had been a battle waged and won in these forests and the spirits of the earth and air drank in the offering of decaying earth and crimson water. However, the appeal of the forest was as scantily recognized by a particular Drow as he was scantily clad.

"GAAH!" rang a voice in the night, followed by a trampling of feet. A thin Drow emerged from the undergrowth, nightshade skin blending into the night but revealed by the messy white bangs that hid one of his regalia hued eyes. He was stark naked, holding a black and red duster and pants as well as other personal effects tucked in his arms. His name was Bae'myr Do'zynge, an unusual drow not unfitting for unusual circumstances. The current circumstance had been innocent enough. They quickly soured.

VITH VITH VITH! Where am I? How long was I out! Did she… do anything?!? thought Bae'myr as he fled from the fiend close on his behind. "Come back Drow! I need that fluid! I will rip the organ OFF if I have to!" called a notably disturbed and portly woman who was similarly unclothed. In her hand was a wood axe and her temperament was fierce. I knew 30 gold was too good for just a consultation, cursed Bae’myr. The drow was a necromancer, one who could talk to, channel, control, and even raise the deceased.

He had traveled from his hometown of Crix to the city of Jamestown a month ago to establish a necromancy clinic. Business was uneventful for the first two weeks; little chats with loved ones here and there, helping out the local militia with a murder cases. But that morning, Bae’myr was contacted by a rather large and aged lady promising 30 gold for a consultation done at a grave at the edge of town. Once out of the city walls, the woman clubbed him from behind. He awoke to see the stars overhead as well as large and sagging folds of flesh. Bae’myr promptly threw up a veil of umbra, a magical smokescreen innate to the drow, and fled only to return for his personal effects after he realized that she had undressed him.

“By the abyss, leave me in peace you crazy elg'caress!” he spat over his shoulder. “I require that fluid for youth, drow! Eternal youth!” screamed the hag trailing behind. Bae’myr began to slow down as he outpaced the woman. He heard a final shout far behind him before her voice was lost completely. “You would have enjoyed it toooooo…..” Shivering from the thought, Bae’myr began to look at his surroundings. “I’m in a forest. No map. No idea where. Great,” he sighed. Bae’myr continued on and closed his eyes to concentrate on breathing exercise. Don’t panic. Something will come to you if you just relax and think.

Unfortunately, a decidedly malevolent growth tripped Bae’myr and he stumbled into a small slope that led to a lake where a commotion was taking place. The roll was sloppy and messy, but he managed to keep hold of all his valuables. At the bottom, Bae’myr wheezed a cough from the dust, mud, and filth that clung to his frame and wiped away the dirt from his eyes. In front of him stood a winged figure with a crimson hue roughly in the shape of a man, but with the clawed visage of a half-dragon. He stood about six feet high give a few inches. He had a large sword. He had wings. He had a nightmarish looming stature. Bae’myr was confused, unarmed, and unclothed.

“By Sharess…why me?” Bae’myr moaned.

Bad word for copulate=vith
elg'caress=Female dog
Sharess= Goddess of the Drow