(my first rp)


"gerrup scum, time to fight." growled the orc taskmaster as kicked the prone dwarf lying before him, "every ones ready, now get fightin!" As Bruenor staggered up he wondered why he put up with this. He and his brother, Togar, were born slaves to a wealthy drow who put them into the arena. Bruenor had been fighting for his life, all 150 years of it.

Bruenor staggered out the arena entrance, and stood there in sight of all who were there to watch blood be spilled. He saw all the drow and underlings howling for blood, he saw what he had seen a million times before. A world stuck in a cult of death, blood and fear. Lastly he saw what most of the crowd wanted him to see, his opponent. It was an orc, the only difference being he was armed and armored, with a short sword and shield.

A single bell tolled and the orc charged. Bruenor had already formulated a plan of action and it involved getting the sword. The orc charged him and at the last moment he dove to the side tripping up the orc. They both fell heavily to the ground and the orcs sword flew out of reach. Bruenor and the orc both scrambled for the sword, a scramble of death. Bruenor reached the sword first and stood triumphantly over the orc staring at one person.

The one person who could decide a kill was the Matron mother of the house of Baenre, Quenthic'osn. Bruenor watched her his eyes never moving staring to see if she wanted death or some more fun. Quenthic'osn nodded. Bruenor roared, he roared to his lost gods and he roared in defiance of the lifestyle he lived. He roared and fell to his knees shoving the sword deep into the orcs brain. Black blood flowed from the wound and soaked Bruenor. Bruenor had triumphed again, he had triumphed again to fight for his life another day in this living hell of being a slave.

After the triumph of Bruenor, he was put in a cell once again, awaiting his next fight, to prepare he slept. It was fairly luxrious [the cell], Ranoth thought sarcastically as he looked upon the sleeping dwarf, and the current "quarters" of the dwarf. "Hey dwarf!" Ranoth yelled to the sleeping being. He heard a grumble and the dwarf turned over to regard him. "Whatta ye want, ye durned drow elf?" Bruenor roughly asked Ranoth. "A friend," Ranoth countered, "one who I see as a fighter, and protector, if you will"

"Protection from what?" Bruenor asked him, seemingly gaining interest in the offer. "I would like a companion, I-" Ranoth stopped and looked stupidly at the ground, "-am but a simple rogue, training to become an assassin, I need some help fighting. I have been kicked out of my house, my former life, and now my life is not much better than yours."

"What makes you think that I will help a bloody drow elf?" Bruenor said, delaying the converstaion.

"If you must know, I am not much of a fighter, just a simple thief, and wish to go to the surface" Ranoth answered him, looking embarrassed. "I need a body guard, to be blunt."

"You have still not answered my question- How am I to trust you?" Bruenor asked again.

"Fine dwarf, I will break you out of here, and I will tell you how I was kicked out of my house." (see my history)

"So you are much like a drow I have heard of, Drizzt Durden, or somethin like that" Bruenor stated more to himself than Ranoth

"I do not put myself as greatly as him, but in a sense, yes I guess I am" Ranoth, "do you believe me now?" Ranoth stuck his hand in between the bars of the cell waiting an answer to his request...

[Bruenor reply]

[reply]

Bruenor stared at the hand a long time. He looked at Ranoth and said,"I accept ye boy and ill join with ye, but ye must do me one little chore..." "what do you need, Bruenor?"
"there is a little orc that has been ordering me around for a while, I want him dead."Bruuenor growled. "That is all?"Ranoth asked, mystified by this simple request."there is a little hitch,"Bruenor said,"this orc just so happens to be the favorite of Quenthic'osn, if you really reject your kind then pissin' her of aint gonna hurt ye."
"I accept,"Ranoth said,"this won't take very long."
"We'll see boy, we'll see.."

Ranoth wandered down the hall toward the taskmasters room. It was night out and the drow's heat seeking eyes detected no movement. Ranoth approched the room and opened the door. Inside was a cot and a desk. The orc lay on the desk in a puddle of his own urine, having drunk himself to sleep. Ranoth sttod over the orc, knife in hand. But in the instant of hesitation he had he was suddenly in very deep trouble. The orc had in fact not been asleep, having been warned previously that someone was gonna kill him that night.

The orc opened his eyes spun around and hit Ranoth with one of the most powerfull right hooks Ranoth had ever seen. Ranoth smashed through a table and his dagger skittered to the side. The orc stood over him in what seemed to be a victorious pose. "watcha gonna do now elfie?, no where to run you just seemed to fall into my claws. I'm gonna make you scream so loud that yo..." Th orcs sentence was cut of quickly as Ranoth kicked with all his might slamming the orc in the crotch. The orc, with crossed eyes fell to the ground, mewling.

Ranoth was about to finish the kill when he heard a commotion in the hall. He heard a distinct dwarven voice yelling, "Ye filthy god cursed bastards!Yer never gonna take a dwarf alive!!!!!!!!" It was at this point Bruenor flew into the room with a mace in each hand slamed the door shut and stood there panting.

"Got your self out early, I see."said Ranoth."Oh ya boy, Bruenor replied, "The god cursed drow were srcying on us, now 'old this door!" Ranoth mystefied went ove and held the door while Bruenor stood infront of the orc. "Remeber me," Bruenor groweld,"You should know me, the only differnet thing is I've got a weapon and a very very big need for revenge!" On that word Bruenor slammed themace down right into the orc's nose. It dropped without a sound."Bet that hurt."Bruenor said, "now elf, we can leave." Ranoth stared at Bruenor in disbelief,"You have the entire collesium after you!"Ranoth nearly screamed,"how are we SUPPOSED to leave?!?!"
"Well me boy lets see what we have, Oh a scroll of teleportation, I nicked it of a dead guard, Don't get us to the surfaace but it gets us the hell out of here."
After saying that Bruenor ran, grabbed Ranoths hand, said the word of power and then shouted,"The Tunnels!!" Bruenor and Ranoth dissapered with a blinding flash of light to reapear at the edge of Mezoberranzan and at the begining of the real underdark...

[Ranoth Reply]

“Well that was certainly-interesting,” Ranoth said sarcastically after the teleportation was over. He felt a sickness and was in the mood of ‘un-digesting’ his food he had stolen from a stall before going to the cell of Bruenor.
“What ye wining about elf?” Bruenor asked Ranoth about his ‘teleportation’ sickness.
“I’m not a dwarf, therefore I have weaknesses,” Ranoth replied, thought it made no use as Bruenor was already lighting a torch by the time Ranoth finished his sentence. “Why are you lighting a torch?” Ranoth asked changing the subject “The creatures here are the most dangerous next to dragons!”
“Ye’re right, but they see through sound, and also heat, but if they see with heat, we won’t have a chance anyway.” Bruenor stated.
The statement stopped Ranoth in his tracks, and he stuttered trying to find a roper response for the statement but could not find one.
“Let’s get going then,” Bruenor told Ranoth, “You first.”
Ranoth walked in front of Bruenor and into the depths of The Tunnels...

As Ranoth continued on he realized that the tunnels were nothing like he thought. It wasn’t completely ‘infested’ just sort of ‘populated’. They had only encountered one arachnid based creature, and had to remain in the cracks and crevices for a few others. “We’re not far now, we’re only on the upper levels.” Ranoth notified Bruenor.
“Well good, I need to get closer to my dwarf halls.” Breunor said seeming to vent every bit of stress he had on Ranoth. The pair continued on and at a turn that was directed through by Ranoth, they came upon a very peculiar finding. The city of Lith My'athar
“Where the bloody hell are we ye durned fool of a drow elf!?” Bruenor yelled at Ranoth, “Ye tell me we’re almost there an’ ye go and bring us upon another of ye’re bloody drow elf cities! I think this was just another plot to kill me!”
“Relax; this is the only city in the Underdark that doesn’t worships Lloth, oh and they don’t have slaves.” Ranoth said, calmy down the dwarf considerably.
Under his breath Bruenor muttered a few curses and “Ye durned drow elf” They entered the city and Bruenor got even calmer.

In the city, it surprised Bruenor, and even for a drow city, it impressed him. There were no sacrificial temples, there was no blood in the streets, and there were a lot of different races. It even surprised Ranoth. [the cultural diversity] They stopped at a few stalls looked at the wares, and moved on. Ranoth occasionally slipped a piece of food or jewelry into his pocket without the merchants noticing. It wasn’t much, just a few ‘trinkets’ he could sell at other shops when they got to the surface. After walking through all the stalls, and marveling at the buildings that were of drow architecture, but were less threatening than the styles in Menzoberrezan.
“Ye ready to leave yet or are ye still looking at those big spiky towers?” Bruenor asked apparently getting bored.
“Yes, whatever the dwarf wishes,” Ranoth replied sarcastically.
“Well get goin’!” Bruenor said, obviously not noticing the large amount of sarcasm in Ranoth’s voice.

The pair walked out of the city and back into the tunnels of the Underdark.

Nearing the surface, they had to make several stops for Ranoth to adjust his eyes to the light at the end of the tunnel. After some very slow going due to the stops, they reached the surface on one of the tunnels. In the distance Bruenor could see a city on the horizon...

And here ends The Beginning of a Legacy.
Ranoth and Bruenor have escaped the Underdark to find new travels among the people on the surface.