Description
A seductive black catsuit clings to the lithe frame of this elvish maiden. A
small tool belt adorns her waist. Slight ripples in the suit indicates light
protective armors under its surface. Her hair is radiant silver and has been
braided into several long braids which hang down her back. A platinum
circlet adorns her head giving her the regal appearance of royalty. Her eyes
are a piercing shade of green reminescent of a jungle cat. A tattered black
cloak hangs loosely from her throat shifting over her frame as it blends into
the shadows. Graceful and elegant she is perfection in motion.
Role
Quick Update
Added Sun Sep 30 12:51:50 2007 at level 51:
Tormented by Mammon's minions on Thera, Clarisandrie has turned to the
Heralds of the Eternal Star. Kanrue, disciple of Iunna, has
agreed to arrange an expedition to slay Mammon and free
her captured essence. Clarisandrie is nearing the completion
of her journal and soon hopes to be free from the chains of Greed.
The visions of Mammon's hellhounds continue to torment her as she
nears the end of her lifequest.
Demons Never Forget
Added Sat Sep 29 08:31:02 2007 at level 51:
Gazing down from the rooftops the elven shadow watched the merchants and
travelers as they bartered and traded their wares. She crouched at the
precipice of the molding along the armory roof. The crowds seemed oblivious
to her presence as she melded near perfect to the stonework. Guards paid her
no heed as they patrolled back and forth, mere feet from her location. Her
eyes were locked on a huge obese dwarf that was surrounded by several axe
wielding bodyguards. He was dressed in gaudish bright robes and had large
jeweled rings upon each of his fingers. The dwarf moved from merchant to
merchant collecting the stall fees and taxes to be brought to the Galadon
banking syndicate. The merchants handed him small bags of jewels and coin
which he placed in a chest being carried by the largest of the guards.
The elven shadow continued to study the scene below with an intense look
locked on her face. The wind whipped through her hair as she remaining
unmoving, plotting her next moves. A moment passed and a calm look overcame
her features. She shifted her cloak and all but completely disappeared
against the shadows of the rooftop.
Down on the market floor a whisper of movement began moving from amungst the
stalls and buildings. Dancing through the shadows and darkness she began to
move closer to her mark. Her breathing became controlled and shallow, a
fluid grace overtaking her every move. As she neared the cluster of guards
she reached out a soft hand and caressed one of the guards leg causing him to
look about the side of the building. Rolling quickly, she entered the ring
of guards and melded into the shadows near a fruit stand in their midst.
The dwarf continued to place treasures into the chest and had not noticed her
passing. She began to time his movements studying his eyes and hands as she
planned her next move.
Just as she tensed to move the last leg of her hit, the air suddenly became
filled with a static charge. The air rippled and time slowed to a near stand
still. The dwarf raised his head and stared directly at her in the shadows.
A red glean entered his eyes and he grinned evilly. The rest of the
marketplace appeared to be frozen in their movements, only she and the dwarf
seemed to be unaffected.
"My little bloodpet," a dark voice whispered into her mind.
"Do not think I have forgotten your promises. My servants are everywhere
and you cannot hide from me." The dwarf continued to grin
evilly as her as the whispering voice permeated through her mind.
"Mammon....", she whispered as she launched herself from the marketplace
and began running for the safety of her guildhouse. Frantic in her actions
she raced as fast as she could from the demonic presence.
As quickly as it happened, the static charge disapated and the marketplace
resumed its normal activities. The dwarf shock his head and resumed his
collection of the taxes.
One with the Shadows: Acceptance of Greed
Added Fri Sep 28 21:16:21 2007 at level 51:
Tilting his head to one side, the dark knight sneered as he pushed his way
through the crowded market place. His armor rippled with unholy magic as the
shadows danced upon its surface. One hand always on his glaive, he walked
with a violent purpose and dark intent. The crowds seemed to part for him as
the people recognized his vile nature and did not wish to be targeted for
reprisal. He finally came to a stop in front of a small staff run by a
gnomish alchemist.
"Need some of yer potions, little one," he grumbled as he eyed the guard
standing behind the tiny mage. Without another word he tossed a bloody bag
onto the table, gold coins spilling out on the counter. Strands of black
hair could be seen intertwined in the coin.
The gnome nodded and began passing bottles and beakers to the death knight.
Each potion was absorbed into a charm bracelet on the knights wrist. The
magic of holding spells creating room for each item. The knight constantly
scanned the other shoppers as he secured one potion after another. A slight
rippling of he shadows condensed around the area. The knight growled as he
peered from side to side, concern on his face for the growing darkness.
The transaction complete, the knight growled out a word of dark magic and
disappeared from sight. The shadows deepened around his form and he
teleported out of the town stead.
The gnome narrowed his eyes as he stared at the area where the knight had
been standing. The shadows continued to move slightly as a glimpse of a
darkened form melded back into the crowds, lost to his sight. The gnome
cocked his head as he stared into the surrounding crowds, a look of
puzzlement on his face.
The teleportation magic came to an end and the knight found himself in a dark
area of a black swamp. Content that he was alone, he began to inspect his
potions. As he reached a hand into his bag, the first of the bottles
crumbled into a fine powder. Shock etched on his face, he quickly rummaged
through the rest of his possessions. One by one the items crumbled and faded
into fine dust.
"Hellcursed thieves!", he yelled as he climbed to his feet.
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Clarisandrie smiled to herself as she deftly moved through her city. Dancing
along the alleyways and rooftops she made her way through the guild row
towards her guild of shadowy brethren. The world was at her fingertips and
she grinned at her newfound treasure.
QUICK UPDATE
Added Sun Sep 9 10:38:29 2007 at level 44:
Disapointed with the lack of power shown by Satebos, Clarisandrie is reformulating
her plans for the Inferno and Mammon. She was led to believe that this
potential lich may hold the insight she needs to forfill her destiny.
After numerous attempts and displaying obvious weakness and ineptness
she is now filled with doubt over his potential. Confused with how
she will meet her goal, she has formulated several new plans.
A dream told her of a Devine-forged blade which may slay Mammon. She is still
uncertain if this is one of Mammon's tricks, or an actual vision from a caring being.
Her own personal greed is growing however as she hones her thievery and plots
to complete this massive task.
BARGAIN WITH DARKNESS
Added Tue Sep 4 15:32:48 2007 at level 41:
Clarisandrie seeks to join forces with a being of darkness. Satebos the drow.
She has agreed to let a lichmaker cleric torture her mortal flesh.
In a freely given offering of her pure spirit and flesh.
Satebos will gain the favor of the undead cleric in this sacrifice.
And in return, the specter has promised her to bring her to the Inferno
to complete her life goal of facing Mammon. The maran would not
take her there. ANd Clarisandrie feels she is too weak to do this alone.
She is fading in the eyes of the light. Focused only to do this one last
task of killing a demon lord.
Midlife Overview
Added Thu Aug 23 08:29:42 2007 at level 33:
Deceived by Mammon, Clarisandrie became very depressed. After working hard
to obtain riches and taking up a life of thievery she was now without
guidance. The demon planted the greed within her soul and Clarisandrie now
works to become the richest thief in the lands. She works to one day enter
the Inferno to avenge her mate.
VISIONS OF HELL
Added Thu Aug 23 08:28:52 2007 at level 33:
The duergar bodyguards shifted uncomfortably as they glanced about the
darkened streets. Hands at their weapons they surrounded the grey carriage
as they made their way through the city of drow. Feverish looks of fear
etched on their faces, they trudged onward to the house of the seeress. As
they reached the front of the house, the carriage door opened slowly and the
horned sorceress stepped out onto the street. Clutching her robes tight to
her frame she quickly entered the house leaving her guards outside. From the
shadows of the streets, the drow watched and waited.
The sorceress glanced about the first chamber and then began walking up the
main staircase. Reaching the top of the stairs she entered the room of the
seer. Crouching in the center of the room sat a scraggly drow witch. She
clutched a bone cup in her hands and was surrounded by bowls of foul smelling
liquid.
The seeress turned her head toward the sorceress and began to laugh. "You
are bold, high-elf." she cackled as her white eyes focused in.
Clarisandrie breathed out with a sigh as she pulled the horned mask from her
head. She reached to her side and tossed a bag of gold upon the floor.
"The duergar were easy to fool," she stated as she knelt down facing the
witch. "I am at your mercy it appears," she whispered slowly. "Before
you call the drow soldiers, show me what I came for that I may die in
peace."
The witch growled as she scooped up the bag of gold. She began to arrange
the bowls in a circle and slowly chanted. Tossing the bone cup high in the
air she whirled on the pads of her feet as she studied the surface of the
bowls.
A vision began to appear on the surface.
A city of strife began to materialize. Red skied and violent clouds of
darkness swirled pillars of bone and rock. Monstrous denizens of the abyss
prowled the fields of death which surrounded a large castle in the center.
The walls of the castle were made of humanoid bones, leering skulls, and
still moving body parts of lesser creatures. The vision moved through the
entrance to the castle and quickly past demonic guards that made their home
within. In the lower chambers of the castle lay a prison with a dozen cells.
Clarisandrie peered deeply as she scanned for a sign of her husband. The
vision stopped suddenly upon the last cell.
Hanging from a hook in the center of the chamber hung the mummified corpse of
an elven warrior. Great gashes upon his flesh, and a look of horror etched
on its face. Maggots moved slowly over its surface, his eyes gnawed from his
skull.
The witch began to cackle as she turned toward the elf maiden. "Your mate
is dead....Mammon has tricked you, fool elf!" She spat out as she turned.
The witch gasp out suddenly as she realized the elf maiden was gone.
"GUARDS!", she screamed.
Down below on the street the duergar screamed out as tiny darts found their
way in their necks. As they slumped to the ground, the drow moved quickly
and began to murder.
Slipping from shadow to shadow, the figure in grey moved out of the city.
MAMMON THE DEMON LORD OF GREED
Added Sat Aug 18 15:54:58 2007 at level 5:
Struggling against the strong icy wind, the maiden trudged upward through the
peeks of the snow capped mountain. The moonlight shined down through the
canopy of snow covered trees as she made her way along the ancient path of
ice. She was nearing her goal now as she spotted the darkened cave
entranceway.
The young elf maiden shivered as she crept into the cavern of ice. Pulling
her fur lined robes tight to her lithe frame she breathed out plumes of frost
as she made her way into the darkness. The shadows deepened as a malevolent
aura began to cling to her presence. The pervasive evilness of the cavern
wafted in the air. Dread and despair emanated from the depths of the
shadows. Tears began to fall from her face as she continued onward.
At the end of the cavern she reached the stone dias. Upon its surface lay
the marble altar she sought. Frost covered the altar as well the iron chains
that eons past had held the sacrifices. A sour odor of decay wafted from
the altar. Squinting her eyes she scanned the glyphs and images which were
etched in the stone.
Tortured souls being torn asunder and consumed by minions of hell adorned the
artwork on the dias. A monstrous baboon faced demon was etched in the stone
overlooking the scenes of debauchery. The maiden shuddered, revolted by the
details of the work.
"Mammon...", she whispered as she reached into a sack on her waist.
Pulling forth a small pouch she deftly produced a handful of rubies. She
placed the rubies on the center of the dias and with her other hand
unsheathed a small silver knife. She cut her hand letting the blood drip
over the rubies. The blood steamed momentarily and then was absorbed into
the stone.
The maiden spasmed suddenly as the rubies began to sink into the rock. Tiny
tendrils of light trailed from her wound as the stone appeared to suck the
very life essence out of her wrist. Holding it for as long as she could, she
then pulled her arm back and sheathed her knife. The altar immediately
frosted over leaving no sign of her passing.
She turned and moved toward the cave entrance, her offering accepted. The
Demon God of Greed had accepted his gift.
OVERVIEW
Clarisandrie is a love-stricken elf maiden who seeks to free her mate from
the clutches of Mammon. Her husband had entered the Inferno with a brigade
of Maran, intent on recovering holy relics which had been stolen by the
demonic denizens.. The demon lord Mammon overwhelmed the party and enslaved
the elven lords in his citadel of bone. Clarisandrie now seeks to appease
the demon lord of greed into keeping her husband alive. She makes sacrifices
of jewels and precious items. It is the blood essence the demon truly feasts
upon but she is careful not to give too much of her life essence. Mammon
torments her husband and seeks to corrupt her soul as she continues to give
riches to his cause. Clarisandrie has turned to thievery as she needs more
treasures to keep the demon sated.
Dark Maiden of Mammon
Added Mon Oct 15 03:28:02 2007 at level 51:
Clarisandrie has recieved a vision of herself seated on a throne.
Surrounded by treasures and the bodies of her victims, rich beyond her
wildest dreams. Overcome at last by Mammon's greed she has
become corrupted. Devious, greedy, and vengeful she now
intensifies her lust for treasure and gold.
She has had small relapses of self loathing where she seeks
help from those that might figure out what has happened to her.
She blames the Maran for failing her when she sought aid.