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Default Prologue: Selsdrin Everhar

After the required hour of meditation, you open your eyes. Kneeling on the floor, you look over your weapons arranged on the mat in front of you: a set of curved karambits, the tightly wound wire of a garotte, an ebony quarterstaff, two polished sticks of the same wood, two throwing daggers, two fighting daggers, a matched pair of short swords that curve at the tip.

You choose the sticks. Twirling them in the air, you approach the training pell.

"Every approach is different," the Training Master used to say. "Fighting never happens the same way twice. All training is an illusion."

You ignored him then, and you ignore him now. There is an underlying order to all things. A pattern. You just have to know where to look.

The sticks flutter, rapidly striking on either side of the pell. Intricate, weaving patterns. You warm up with twin strikes to the head, followed by twin strikes to the knees. Then you shift seamlessly into more intricate patterns of strikes, mindful of counterstrikes. Your head bobs and weaves.

There is a small ding as someone rings the bell by the door. You step back, bow to the pell as if it were a living opponent, and turn, tucking the sticks into the crook of one elbow and cradling the handles in the same hand.
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Standing at the door is one of the other students from the scout corps. You can't quite remember his name. Rizzt? Mizzt? Dizzt? Something like that. He's that warrior with the lavender eyes and the twin scimitars.

"The Lord High Sword commands you to attend him," he says.

You nod. He stands for a moment, waiting. Your eyes glance briefly to the twinned scimitars on his belt. Uncomprehending, he mouths a silent question. With both sticks still cradled in the crook of your arm, you knee him solidly in the groin.

He grunts. The first scimitar unsheathes with lightning speed. But in close quarters, the large blades are nearly useless. You catch the tang of the blade with the sticks in your left hand, and shove it back into the sheathe before striking him with an open hand across the face. He tries to draw the other. You catch the tang on the inside and your whole body turns like a door opening. With a smirk, you watch the scimitar spin end over end, and clatter onto the floor.

He performs the first intelligent move of his game, and throws a side kick at your forward leg forcing you to shuffle back. With a little distance and a better angle to draw, he clears the scabbard and you face each other: his blade against your sticks.

You take a moment, slip your foot under the scimitar next to you, and toss it back to him. His lavender eyes narrow. You don't smile.

His first attack is more flash than substance. He wastes an incredible amount of energy leaping like a dancer and twirling toward you. To the newest recruits, he calls this maneuver the Silver Whirlwind. You try not to roll your eyes. A simple thrust in the chest stops his forward momentum.
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A quick flick of the wrist and a *ting* as each scimitar was tapped momentarily out of the way and Selsdrin Everhar stepped in close enough to kiss the scout. His nose crunched and blood exploded when Selsdrin jammed the butt of both of his sticks into the annoying drow's face.

But before the blood could spurt, he was moving again, sliding to the left and behind, doubled sticks striking first the back of the leather-clad knees, then the base of the skull where it met the neck.

The mewling quim whimpered once and went straight to the floor banging his knees painfully on the stones. A darkening stain fouled his leathers and spread to the floor. The scimitars made pleasant music as they fell to the floor, useless.

Selsdrin Everhar kicked the scimitars away from the defeated drow and collected them. Then, careful not to go near his soiled trousers, kicked the unconscious body awake. It groaned, then vomited.

"You have pizzt yourself, Pizzt, and you have dirtied my chambers. Clean them until they are spotless, or I shall take your hands as I have taken your scimitars."

Selsdrin Everhar kicked him again.

"And clean yourself up. You are an embarrassment."

As the defeated drow attempted to rise, he kicked him again so hard he landed in his own vomit.

"And hurry up, or you'll be late for breakfast, Pizzt."

On his way to meet "The Lord High Sword," Selsdrin Everhar stopped briefly in the dining hall to fling the scimitars into the thirty foot high vaulted ceiling for everyone to see. "Pizzt N'Dirtied'Em" would have to retrieve them in front of the entire company.

Fucking rangers. Lolth take the whole lot of em.
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One thing you notice on your way through the dining chamber, Selsdrin, is that all of the troops seem to be mustering. In the distance, you hear horns sounding the alarm.

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There were five objects on an otherwise large empty war table in the center of the room: a crystal ring shaped like a spider with legs that curled into an O, a pouch that looked to contain a small amount of money, a quarterstaff, a scroll, and an amulet with a small cut topaz. The High Sword stood with his arms extended in front of a mirror, as two knights helped him don his armor. The elder knight was almost 800 years old, but when sparring he still moved with the grace and speed of a trainee fresh from the Finishing School. Selsdrin saluted him, fist over heart. There were several muffled booms in the distance that seemed to come from the front gate.

"That would be the first strike force of House Klor'lbar," said the High Sword, raising his chin slightly to allow a strap on his blackened breastplate to be adjusted. "They are a minor house, but an ambitious one, and they volunteered to be the tip of the spear. Our spies indicate they intend to hit the front gate with three or four waves of their shock troops to soften us up. I've stationed mostly new recruits at the gate, and knights who have earned their station within the last year. The fortifications themselves and the traps we've left behind will do most of the work, and if any of them survive it will look good on their promotion records. Any who retreat will, of course, be executed."

Everhar stood at attention, listening. The High Sword glanced at him in the mirror.

"Do you have a problem with those orders, envoy?"

Everhar shook his head.

"There is no better training than blocking the sharp edge of your enemy's sword, or cutting his throat in battle," Everhar said.

"True enough."

"Sir?"

"Yes, envoy?"

"Why are we abandoning our stronghold? On the way here, I saw troops shuttling the mates, slaves, and children into the portals."

"Yes, and the knights will follow shortly afterward. Me and my personal guard will go second to last. Then the trainees at the gate will stage a fighting retreat before we close the portals behind us. We are turning in a favor with Lady Glasya, and moving temporarily to a demiplane under her charge while we seek better accommodations. While this first strike is weak and probing, envoy, make no mistake. Within a few hours this lair will be surrounded by the combined might of four major houses, and six minor ones. They intend to end us once and for all. Their wizards have already cast enchantments to block most forms of extradimensional travel. They don't know about the portals. As we intended. Otherwise, they would have moved to destroy them first."

"I see. Shall I report to my squad, or stand at the front gate, sir?"

"Neither, envoy. Yours is another path. Take the ring and the jewel. They contain your mount, your armor, and your weapons. Your training is not yet complete, but if you are worthy, your efforts shall unlock their enchantments in time. The scroll contains some contacts on the surface. You shall memorize their names and locations, and burn the scroll before you leave. If you can make it through the established perimeter, your mission waits for you on the surface."

"I see. I shall go the quartermaster and sign out weapons and armor, then."

"No."

"Sir?"

"I said no. You will take the staff I have given you, and your training leathers. Part of your duties involve maintaining the secret weapon and supply caches on our outer perimeter."

"Yes, sir. All trainees at my level perform cache resupplying and maintenance duties."

"Do you recall the location of cache #17?"

The envoy thought for a moment, and nodded.

"Yes, sir. It's hidden in the ceiling near a pool of fresh water."

"Your weapons and armor have already been moved there. If you can break through the assault perimeter, you can retrieve them. You are dismissed."
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In a single smooth action , Selsdrin walked the length of the table, taking each item in turn and moving toward the door. He knew his role in life, and would not fail in the tasks he was charged.

He opened the scroll and quickly memorized the names, then tossed it into the fire blazing on one side of the chamber. He watched as it burned to ash while he place the ring on the third finger of his left hand, placed the amulet around his neck, secreting it under his leathers, and attached the pouch to his belt.

He tucked the batons into his belt and held the staff across his body at guard position while he waited.

Satisfied he had completed the first of his tasks, he moved swiftly and silently to the perimeter to complete his second; escape.
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Selsdrin moved quickly along the corridor, blending smoothly from one shadow to the next. At each arrow slit, he caught small glimpses of the battle. Flashes of light he recognized as magic missiles came in and out of their lines.

He sensed the slight change in the pattern of the cupolas and stopped, backtracking. He gripped the staff at one end in both hands. He looked up for a moment, concentrating... and pushed with his staff at one section as hard as he could.

With an almost silent click, a stone in the base of the shooting bench moved out of the way, revealing a staircase. Without a backward glance, Selsdrin rushed for the exit before it could close. He ran down the stairs, eager to escape the traps that would await the slow and wary. He leaped through the door at the bottom just as it began to close amd found himself in an unlit corridor.

He ducked and rolled in a complex pattern, hearing the hiss of spring-loaded blades that would have cut him in half as easy as a wheel of cheese. He imagined he could hear the clash of steel on flesh on the floor of the cave above him, but when he paused at the exit and listened, he could hear nothing. He paused for a moment to pull on the lever that reset the corridor behind him as it opened a small door at the bottom.

He lay on the floor, looking and listening for twenty rapid heartbeats, slowing his breathing and reaching for calm. He pushed himself quickly through and into a low alcove, where he waited.

He watched the battle from his slug's eye view, hidden in the darkness of a crack in the back wall. He leaned back on one hand and walked his way up switching hands as he went to keep ahold of his ebony staff. At the top, there was a large opening and there he paused again, resting his sore muscles. He looked again at the battle, this time from a spider's perch above.
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The defenders, his folk, were counterattacking in diamond and triangle patterns, cutting up the chaotic attackers. He spat in contempt. It was only a matter of time before this first minor house would be crushed. But time was one luxury his brethren did not have.

He sighed and mourned the years of discipline and training thst would be lost.

It was up to him now. He turned away, the muscles in his back clenching as shook out his arms and tossed his head back and forth, readying his body for the effort ahead. He removed his boots and stockings, shoving the socks into the toes so they wouldn't fall out. He took the laces from each and tucked them into his belt.

He tied the laces together and used them to attack the staff to his back. He would need all of his skill to keep himself from falling as he exited the cave and crawled along upside down and unseen by the combattants far below him. He spat on his hands and rubbed dust onto them and then did the same to his feet.

He mentally prepared himself. He planned each movement to the opening across the cavern. He took a few deep breaths and began the climb. His feet and hands pushed against the stone. Their opposing forces held him upside down as he climbed. One wrong move, he knew with the certainty of first hand witness that should he slip, he would join the crushed and broken skeletons of the failures from his group of trainees. He kept moving. The thought impelled him to move deliberately.

Next stop, Cache #17.
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Selsdrin ran through the Underdark, darting from shadow to shadow. To surface dwellers, he had read, the entire Underdark was one big shadow, but he knew better. He was a predator at the top of a wickedly sharp food chain.

Females from Menzoberranzan had hunted him on more than one occasion in the early years when he'd lived on stolen scraps. That was before he'd found The Order. He put the memory aside and concentrated on avoiding the many dangers on his way to Cache #17.

While he was awake, he ran and hunted and ate while he ran. He meditated when he found rare safety, and dreamed of running and eating. Water was easy to come by, but dangerous, as other predators knew that every prey animal needed it.

The rule was universal: Eat or be eaten.

When he caught sight of the glowing pool at Cache #17, he wasn't sure if he was awake or dreaming. He found a shadow and took a knee, his staff held across his chest. He waited patiently for hours. He looked around as he waited, never letting his alertness flag for a moment.

The light patterns from the pool changed in a hypnotic pattern. It would capture the unwary, and the large spiders nearby knew to check the pool regularly for the meat that regularly paused, stupified.

He waited and watched a pair of spiders duel in the growing shadows. Finally, one succeeded in poisoning his fellow and dragged it away for a leisurely meal.

Selsdrin jumped at his chance and ran swiftly to the edge of the pool. His staff darted out, smacking glowing gems in turn inside the pool and above it. He jumped back as a section of the ceiling dropped. He jumped onto the platform and activated a counter-weight. The section rose with him in it. A spider leaped from the behind a rock and ran at him. He gripped his staff with both hands and swung. It hit the cat-sized spider with a sickening crack and it went flying, hitting the far wall with a splat.

His last sight before the rising platform cut off his view was of its fellows pouncing on its corpse. He took a relaxed breath and looked around at the secure cavern. A pile of goods was in one section, food in water in another. A hammock hung high above.

With his last reserves of strength, he climbed to the hammock and collapsed to truly rest for the first time since he had left on his mission. He did not dream.
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Seldrin Everhar admired himself in the mirror. That morning, or what passed from morning in the ever dark, he had eaten his fill for the first time in his life. He now turned in the three-sided mirror to ensure he had the best fitted black adamantine plate armor.

The enspelled metal fitted itself to him and moved like a second skin. The matched dueling swords at his hip and shoulder went well with the buckler at his belt. Its spikes were bladed on three sides and he could slash as well as impale with them.

He paused a moment to check the draw on the finest hand crossbow he had ever seen. Magic quarrels hung in a beautifully engraved quiver that held more than he could have imagined.

So armed and equipped, he told himself he was the match for any host of his bland and bloated surface cousins.

He ate another meal before leaving and packed a full week's worth of the delicious rations in his spider silk pack along with a hammock and courtly clothes made from a similar material.

He attached the trade goods to the side of the pack, still wrapped in a blanket made from some kind of surface animal skin. Gold pieces from the surface were in a bag made from a rabbit's hide. He grabbed a few handfuls of bronze pieces from the Underdark to give as tokens to new vassals. He considered a moment and added enough to fill the bag.

He stowed this in his indestructible spider silk pack. He hoisted the pack, but it was so perfectly made that it was as if it weighed nothing at all.

Thus armed, armored, and equipped, he flicked the secret switch that would lower him to the cavern floor. He killed the first few giant spiders that attacked him and the others quickly learned the lesson.

He continued unmolested toward the caves that lead to the surface, a vision in black and silver; an envoy of the Underdark in all his glory!
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