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WARNING: Evil Aligned Drow, and mentions of non con, ect.

Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews :) Credit due to a comic I saw on Google about D&D Clerics, for one of Trixis' lines.

The symbol of Tyr is an hammer with a set of scales on top. There is a red ribbon tied just below the hammer. His primary color is Blue.

To answer a question, 'Why is it marked romance?' (Totally paraphrasing here). I think this is a close approximation to a traditional 'Drow' romance. There really isn't a lovey-dovey relationship (If there is, it is almost non-existent. As in, unicorns eating ice-cream and dancing the waltz are more likely to be seen in this world).

Someone owns the other, or forces them to stay. There is literature to back this up. That is technically a 'Drow' courtship.

Also, yes, the human being paraded around would be considered 'abnormal'. However, he considers her property, like a necklace or a bit of armor. She just is there, for his benefit. The others do think it is eccentric, to an extent. Hope that clears things up a bit? Pretty please?

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Once, in his youth, Liu Wei had decided that it would be a fine idea -in his childish way- to light a fire next to an ant hill. The little insects had swarmed out from their home with a vengeance. In mass. At the time, he had been amazed by the sheer vicious assault they launched at every angle as they moved as one. A solid wave of pincers and beady eyes.

It had, by his approximation, not held a candle to the sight before him now. These many years later.

His keen gaze saw how the Drow seemed to pour from the very rocks themselves. The deep earth seemed to birth them into existence as they melted out from the shadows, red-eyes glaring with hatred so keenly felt that the Paladins snarled at the sight of them.

The golden glow clashed with a wave of shadow nearly too dark to penetrate. Theirs was a Goddess given talent. To step within the shadows, and attack at every angle. However, the Paladins answered in kind. Their shields repelled, and their aura harmed by their radiance. The Drow armor was weakened by their radiance.

A long and low rumble tore through the city.

Liu Wei felt the fire of battle in his blood. The Drow city had awakened to the attack. He tapped his sword against his shield, and flung himself at the nearest Drow.

Tyr's will prevail, come what may.

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Swords pierce flesh.

The vivid red blood of a half-elf, inherited from his human side, pools, as the sneering faces of attackers in the shadows stare down at him.

Rivlets of that same life force, trail down his lips as he hacks a cough. Wracked with pain, and the barest understanding that his lung has likely been pierced. Sweet air, though stale and tainted by the wickedness, is much harder to hold onto.

Spots of color dance before his very eyes.

Memories flash. The moments that defined him in life. They linger on his vows, taken when he was much younger. The first days of his service to a higher power. To his God.

A gentle smile forms, filled with acceptance and a faint sensation of happiness emits from dulling eyes.

"Tyr, my God," he says quietly, as another blade wedges into his already dying frame.

"Forgive me."

... Then the pain is gone.

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The call is heard, though the distance and noise made it physically impossible, a being beyond mere mortal comprehension cradles the fallen Paladin's soul.

'Fear not,' The God replies with a hardened gentleness, 'You have served me well, brave Kipplus. Know peace in realm. '

Faintly, there is the sound of joyous laughter and relief. His God had come to take him home.

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It bubbles to the surface, her skin can no longer contain all that she holds.

There is only a moment to blink, as she sees the Drow flock against the brightness in the distance. Master had taken her from the house for the first time.

Trixis is swallowed in a sense of deep comfort and righteousness.

The voice tells her it is time now.

For the first time, that she can truly recall, she smiles with a happiness so immense, that it cannot be contained.

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The Wizard Filinid, drops her chain as if it scalds him. He turns, registering the pain in his hand, as the metal -magical and highly expensive!- disintegrated before his very eyes. The collar, which he had placed around his slave's neck when she was gifted to him as a pathetic mess of skin and bone, was ripped away. By the slave's own hand, as if it were a cobweb in a great summer storm

Effortless.

'What is going on?' He wonders as he attempts to divide his attention between the human, the sudden influx of holy energy, and the Paladins which were creating a mess of the City. A city he had known since birth.

Wisely, he makes no attempt to touch the human.

The ground cracks asunder in an area all around her. As if the Under Dark cannot hold the weight of her. The small chasms spread, like small ribbons unfurling ever onward. Almost as if they would ensnare the Drow and drag them away.

Her blue gaze turned a color that was nearly indescribable in this plain of existence. Filinid, for all of his learning and Arcane knowledge was struck silent by the sight before him. The faintest sliver of fear worked in, past his tumultuous thoughts about what was taking place before his very eyes. Crimson stared at the swirling gold light that began to shoot upward from the human female.

Like a beacon.

A beacon...

The Wizard stilled, his intellect could comprehend that, somehow, his human was calling the others. For the Paladins, in time with the light, redoubled their efforts. They formed tight rings to fend the Drow off at all sides as they moved forward toward the shaft of light. He had not been aware that they possessed such a talent or ability. However, as quickly as he thought it, he cast the errant hypothesis aside.

He turned quickly, barely escaping the sudden attack from behind. His crimson gaze took in the newest threat. A old human, black hair slicked by sweat, with eyes the color of earth. Strong and unmoving.

Spells tumble from his fingers and lips, as without hesitation, they each go attempt to kill the other.

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Under her very nose!

The aura of righteousness permeated every inch of the City. It caused several lesser Drow to twitch uncomfortably at the backlash of pain that accompanied the glow. If the Paladins were akin to the shine from the moon, in the above world, then the human slave was a thousand suns. Even the Priestess shied away her gaze for a moment's time, calling upon the powers granted by her own Demonic Goddess.

A God-touched had been hiding! In the Under Dark. In a Drow city. It was inconceivable!

To what end would such a goodly creature, nay, deity, come to find harbor in a measly and weak human?

Thoughts ebbed and flowed, examining and recalling years spent in the higher pursuit of religious study. Everything was beneath Lolth, and those like this deity were a slight in the dark Goddess' honor. And yet...

And yet...

There is a vague flicker of recognition. Something that teases on the edges of her memories. The Priestess turned Matron, knows that Symbol. It belonged to Tyr, the Maimed God. One that had died when he had fought demons in the planes beyond this world.

Nay.

So much power, and holy aura could not come from the mere ghostly whispers and echoes of power past...

Which likely meant that-

Her mind churned, remembering the devious brilliance of Lolth. Her Goddess had recreated herself several times over, to survive the Spell plague. Each form had to be more perfected than the last. Once upon a time, so the legends and histories said, Tyr had not always been maimed. He had once possessed sight, and both his hands. That was when he had held the most power.

Just as when Lolth had assumed her new form to stave off dying as the lesser and greater Gods had-

The Matron's gaze widened in sudden realization. This God had survived the Plague! The Goodly God Tyr was not dead! It shook the very foundation of what was held true to this day. Many of his followers had fled. The Priestess remembered the whispered words of huntresses that came from raids on the above ground. Anything that benefited Lolth, and therefore gained the Drow more power.

Could it truly be? Was it possible that a God was hiding within a lowly slave? He must have been weak indeed! Or still weakened. The worst nature of her kind reared its head. The want, nay- driving need-, for more. Ever more. She would destroy the God-touched, and therefore the God itself. Tyr had not established himself outside of the human. It would be a the highest sacrifice unto Lolth. The Goddess might even grant her unimaginable favor. A city of her own to rule. Or cast into the body of Drider, of the most revered status.

She would take the agony, for the blessings of her Goddess.

Greed, was perhaps, the very heart of a Drow. She was, considered by all, a prime example of her kind.

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The paladins sense the shift at once. The column of glowing radiance could only come from once source. The pull in their chests, as thousands of soldiers moved as one toward their goal.

Save the woman.

Trixis.

Her name floated through their thoughts in unison. The Voice of Tyr thundered through them as if he were speaking aloud. Relief swept over them, as their vigor doubled. This was their most holy quest. Their pivotal moment! Tyr would live or die by their determination.

Wizened dark eyes, saw the face of a young woman, as his feet moved forward. His years fell away as he rushed toward her, shield and sword at the ready. Within that woman, next to her, some Drow bastard...

Fury washes over him, one that does not feel entirely as if it is his own. He will keep this Drow from her. At all costs.

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Paladins. They are fighting to reach her. Trixis cannot say how she knows them, but their names resonate through her thoughts like the sound of a bell.

Blue eyes turned toward the others, a sea of hated-filled but awe-struck gazes stared back at her. The Drow dare not... wait, they cannot approach her. The ground beneath her feet shimmers in a color that rivals the purest gold.

Hallowed Ground.

"I bear a message," she said in a voice so filled with strength that the Drow who heard her shivered, "from my God."

She stood tall, for the first time, as she tilted her head upward. Looking down on those that had held her captive since the tender age of six.

"Begone.'"