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Their crystal daggers were the most dangerous weapons they had. A fragile blade with small holes full of dangerous materials, their jagged edge and all the other surprises were dangerous and they were perfect weapons for doing their job done on the surface. The assassins had another small edge: They had an elven girl as prisoner, so they were able to study surface elves. Guthn’thar, the leader of the group called for her. He first thought about just killing that surface elf and studying the dead body, later he thought some careful examination with some accidental torture, but now he had another idea. Examining the girl, and having some fun with her. Why he was so soft? Because he hated the priestesses of the spider queen, but had no real reason to hate surface elves. He tried hard but found none. When the girl first entered the girl, he examined her. First he examined the golden blonde hair, the green eyes, and the somewhat unusual face. He never seen any female without the sign of cruelty on the face, and he was caught defenseless when the girl gave him a weak smile. As his glance moved from the eyes to the lips the girl tried to catch his gaze again. He was unable to resist her charms for a moment and smiled at her. His glance moved a bit further down, followed the neck, and soon he examined the girl’s shoulders. He was both amazed by the girl’s beauty, and surprised how weak she looked like when he compared her to the female drow.

He took a deep breath, and her glance moved even downwards from the shoulders to the firm breast. He has seen many bigger breasts, they were far better targets in a combat, but none of them had the same effect on him. He had a strange feeling about this woman, and thanked himself for choosing this plan he wouldn’t like to lose such a precious treasure. For a moment, he watched the reactions from the elf lady, but they were strange too, no demanding action, only a somewhat unusual (shy?) looking glance. He continued with his examinations, but this time, he tried to make it fast. Later he called for some food, and a small candle.
As they waited for the food, he softly touched the girl’s hair, and smiled at her. Another soft stroke, and yet another, as he followed the long fine hair, downwards slowly and carefully. A few minutes later, he tried to massage the girls shoulder. At first the girl’s body stiffened, and tried to resist the massage, but later she relaxed a bit, and enjoyed the massage. When the girl was almost completely relaxed, Guthn’thar slowly removed the straps of her clothes from her shoulder letting the rest still covered and followed it with a kiss to the girl’s neck.

At first the girl was too afraid of him to act or resist, and when finally gained her courage, she was somehow charmed by the drow. An evil dark elf, an assassin trained to fight against women, and yet he was quite charming now. She has prepared for the worst, and the drow caught her off defense with his massage. She no longer felt as a prisoner being abused, but as a young princes who has meet her prince first time. She was herded away all the thought about the future, and enjoyed every touch. She knew, that she cannot speak with her prince, she should learn the drowish language first, but let her body to respond to the messages from the drow. They were messages of love, and that were clear but her responses were had no clear meaning yet.

The drow had no idea what he should do with the girl. He had many encounters with drow females but they would try to issue commands, and would be already naked, but this girl was unusual for him. He was way too slow for the drowish standards, but he felt that the girl is thankful for the extra time. He followed the kiss with another, this time to the cheek, and yet another. He paused for a few moments, and enjoyed the sight. At first he thought he should continue, but decided against it. The food should be here at any moment, and he didn’t want to do it while others are around. He gathered his limited knowledge of elven language, and said: You... wait...

The food has arrived, and they enjoyed it. The elven girl was very thankful. A few hours ago, she was prepared for the worst, and now her worst problem is, that she cannot communicate with the drow, who has some respect for her. She found no good way to speak with him. The drow had similar problems, and soon decided wait a few more hours with his plans, and ask around for some solution. As they finished the dinner, he let the girl rest. He had to wait, and wait. When the girl slept, he enjoyed te sight for a few more moments, and then searched for some way of communication.

When he was back with a ring he bought at the market, he was happy; he can speak with the elven girl, and can befriend her. But how will he tell her about his strange feelings, and he is unable to explain them. He still remember the first occasion when he seen a nude female, still remembered what happened when he said no, and how he was rescued, and became an initiate for this small clan. And remembered how he ruined that priestess. And now, he wants to see this girl nude, and make her happy, even in that way. Or more precisely, he would be happy if he has to do it that way. How he can explain it to a surface elf, when he knew nothing about them at all.

Hours passed, as he watched the girl, and guarded her sleep and soon he prepared small presents for her, as a sign of his intentions. Giving gifts to a woman, when he is not forced to do so was an alien concept to him, but still he did it, because it felt right. He prepared a few presents, but discarded them all. These presents would be nice for a dark elf girl, but how would a surface elf react to them. He knew nothing about her, and about her people. And perhaps, that girl had her own goals. Can he release her? Can he follow her to the alien world of the surface realms? Can he share her goals, and become a noble in a surface elf house? He had many questions and no answers yet.

No answers, only a little time and he had a job to do. But he waited patiently. After a few hours he touched the girl’s hair. One soft stroke followed the other, and the girl finally wakened up. He tried to speak with her. The ring worked with amazing success, they understood each other clearly, and soon he learned much from the ways of the elves. The drow was sad and happy at once. He was sad, because he knew, that he has no place in a surface elf family, but he was happy, because he meet a lovely woman for first time in his life, and had a chance to earn her friendship. He already had plans how he can release her,

As the hours passed, they learned much about each other, but they both were sad, because they knew that in the world, there is no real place for their relationship. They spent a full day together chatting, and learning. The evening they shared yet another dinner, and after that they shared the room for the night. The drow was too tired to remain awake, or do something, so they both slept for a bit more than 4 hours. The drow woke up first, and watched the elf girl for a few minutes and after that he touched her shoulder softly. He had no idea how should he wake up the girl and much less about what to do after that.

He had no idea, but he knew one thing for sure: Spending more time with that girl cannot hurt. He forgot his original goals he just had a goal now: spend as much time with the girl as possible. He knew that the female charms can be quite dangerous, and he had no idea, how he will handle the situation when he will lose her. But he knew that they can have a limited time together, and after that the girl will be returned to the surface, to her family, and out of his reach forever.

As the time passed, they began to understand more and more about each other, the sparks of love soon replaced by the bonds of friendship. Soon, the drow decided to change his plans about the attack. He had the right to decide if he does a job or not, and no one can force him to act against any target and what he has be learned about surface elves was enough for him, to think twice before attack a surface elf. He knew how the others will react, but he was the one in the position of power, and this decision can show them, he will use his privileges in the future. His position is safe, he has been chosen by the vengeful blade itself.

He was chosen by the blade, and he was accepted this position, but he haven’t accepted the blade itself. It was far too cruel for his tastes. He liked to damage the priestesses, he accepted even the torture, but what the blade did was simply too much. That poor priestess was almost instantly fallen to the ground, but she was fully awake for more than one hour, and seen that small shiny worms eat through her soft flesh. He seen, and he seen how much damage these small worms have done, and the blade tried to force him, to cut that priestess again, in other vulnerable spots.

He still remembered when his next encounter with the same priestess. This time she had no more beauty to lose, and not only because of the work of the blade. She was not only hurt by the blade, but she has lost her position by the very same attack, and was defenseless against her sisters. And her sisters knew much about her, and all of them were talented in the use of the whip. Now their whole family is dead. They lost 3 more priestess to the clan, and soon they were attacked by some other houses.

Now it was nothing but history, but he remembered it vividly, and knew what will happen if he will use the blade again. But he had to wield it and use it sometimes. And a rare mission on the surface was the perfect opportunity to use it, and all of his friends are waiting to see, if he still can use it or he lost his control. So he had to find a new target, some priestess will do nicely, but attacking the members of his own raiding party is a dangerous thing. But yet, his beliefs were more important, and as long as he doesn’t know for sure if a female is evil, he will not use that blade, nor any other weapon that can do permanent damage.

When their party finally gathered, he smiled at the three priestesses. They were excellent priestesses and excellent targets in once. All of them were successful, cunning, charming, but all of them were exceptionally cruel. They bought his service not once, and always watched how their rivals are ruined, but when they had the opportunity to deal with their opponents, they used to whip them to the death. Except for sacrifices, where the last strokes of whip was replaced by the final stab with the scarifying dagger. He saw the cruelty in their eyes, as they watched him, and the young elf girl.

He had to explain why he will carry the girl to the surface, and why he hasn’t cut the girl. This time, he was thankful because the girl hasn’t understood what he had to say. Soon their small party started climbing upwards in the huge network of caverns known of Underdark. The dark and twisted caverns and passages, the hidden underground markets and outposts, the hunting grounds of various monsters were all too familiar to him. He followed the same road as before, but this time, he had a longer journey in his mind. The secret market of Arthal’thot was the last stop of the journey known to him, the last outpost to the clan, and the only one that had female members.

Vierna was young when she refused to serve the Spider Queen, now she is an unusually intelligent drider. She was the clan’s best sorcerer, and her little sister was the best at gathering information and the key to the future of their clan combined in one. Without her they would have no chance of recruiting, no one is willing to join a clan, which has no female members. And with her and the drider, they can say, yes we have female members. And that is important. She even has the power to ask for some male companions if she needs that, but she was always able to get all her company on her own.

The last safe stop, the last friendly faces, and the last chance to get more information before approaching the surface passed with two small incidents. The priestesses had a nasty argument with the drider and her sister, and soon, they lost one member of the expedition this way. This time they watched as she was whipped to the death by the pother two priestesses. At her last moments she was no mighty priestess, not a member of the ruling drow females, just a broken and vulnerable drow. The last moments were just a proof of their agenda.

They know the vulnerabilities pretty well, and used them in combat. The inherent agility of the women can be compensated by training, and well know to everyone. The ruling priestesses knew nothing about the weaknesses but ignored them. They had no defenses to compensate their own weaknesses, even, if some of these weaknesses were well known to every professional warrior. Every professional warrior, including some well trained slaves and all the drow fighters and assassins.

If their target is a sweet girl, he will have to show to these drow women, how vulnerable they are. Vulnerable, just because they are females and have remarkably good looks. The difference between when one can feel the power of a blow, but the edge of the sword passes harmlessly before him, and a when the same sword hits a priestess in some vulnerable part shouldn’t have taken lightly. But thankfully the priestesses ignored the danger, and with their nice vestments, they exposed themselves even more to this danger. And these exceptional priestesses were exceptional in even this weakness.

The next few days were hard, because they had no knowledge about the path, and much less about the realm above. And if it weren’t enough, they knew nothing about their target. They just knew, she should be in this region. The other groups had more accurate information, and had bigger numbers. They had to send 10 assassin against a priestess, 25 against a witch and her servants, and their numbers counted 5 here, with just two priestesses and no mages. 7 drow elves against just one target is not a good option, if the target has some protections, and knows her home area well.

When they reached the surface, and let the elf run, they lost another priestess. This time Guthn’thar had to kill a priestess, who complained about the girl’s release. He used the Avenger blade, but closed his eyes, when the blade finally hit the priestess. He was less than willing to see the results, but with closed eyes, it was even worse. As he heard the screams, his imagination shown him what can happen to the woman, he knew her blade well. He turned his back to the priestess, and walked away with the remaining members of his team. After some time, the screams died slowly. He had no idea, if it is because of the distance, and the obstacles between him and the priestess, or that drow is died.

The moonlight hurt their eyes, but they have heard that at daytimes it is even worse with the sun. At first, they have thought that they face the sun, but soon, they learned that it must be the moon, and the sun will be even brighter. At the morning, they lost the last remaining priestess too. With her eyes blinded by the sunlight, and with no good protection, she had fallen down from the path, to some deep ravine bellow. The last priestess with broken neck is a bad sign for most of the drow expeditions, but they didn’t care about it at all. Soon, they find the cavern where they will spend the day. They were late by about 20 minutes, but it was an acceptable delay for most of them, and that poor priestess was just some acceptable loss. They still had enough time to rest, and in the evening, they can start scouting for their target. With only a name, and a possible location it was a hard task, but they had enough time to find her, and learn her ways. They all were responsible for scouting in a small area even Guthn’thar had his own area. And he had the best chance to find their target. And he was lucky this time.

He just spent two hours with scouting, and found the girl at a moonlit clearing. She was dancing, and only her silvery hair hidden her beautiful body form the prying eyes. She was the most beautiful drow Guthn’thar has even seen, but she was a drow, and judging by the symbol she wore, she was a priestess. A drow priestess alone without her usual guards, armor, magical defense, and most importantly without her whip is an unusual luck for him. She was the ideal target. He watched her for a few moments, and examined her body for the usual weak points and vulnerabilities.

As she danced, Guthn’thar had the opportunity, to examine every part of her body, and when he examined very soft curve, he smiled. The woman was both a real easy victim because of her own beauty, and a victim he likes. The drow woman is nude but even then she wears her holy symbol, so she must be a dedicated follower of some evil goddess, someone who think she is superior to all other because she is a wicked cruel priestess, who ignores her weaknesses, and cries real load, when she founds them in real combat. But at that time, there is no help. Her motions reminded Guthn’thar to the elf girl, and he was even angrier because of that, how can a drow priestess imitate her actions? He drawn Avenger and charged at the priestess.

The priestess was real quick, and Guthn’thar had no chance to strike her with that charge, and soon, the priestess had two long blades in her hands. They were carefully designed longswords, but their blades were slightly longer than usual. The girl had a nice defense, which balanced out her natural vulnerability, so her opponent had no advantage except the armor, but the girl had two swords, and had a potential as a warrior. How is it possible? It is an unlikely event. But she was too defensive, and hasn’t launched her attack yet. Her fighting was like a long dance, exhausting for everyone but her.

They danced and their movements followed some complex pattern, and soon, the talented assassin was confused, and exhausted. As he focused on his blade, he was getting angry at himself. He met a worthy opponent in first time of his life, and he use that damned blade to hurt her. That blade will steal his most important victory, and torture a good warrior. As his focus switched to controlling the blade, he gained some confidence from the success, but and soon the girl had to use her best defenses. But she was lucky, Guthn’thar failed to hit her, even with the magical blade. And soon, the girl was the one who dictated the rhythm of the combat again.

This time the girl used another tactics, and she attacked, and soon Guthn’thar had numerous small cuts on his right arm, and within a few minutes, he had to drop that magical blade. In a few minutes, he was defenseless. When he was captured the drow girl started asking questions and he had to answer, but soon he was thankful to the drow girl. Soon he learned that there is a drow goddess who favors the kind, and not the cruel, and who is kind and good herself. He was happy with the lost battle, and the possible new friend he has just won. But he had looked forward for another challenge, with the same target. He wanted to earn the love of that priestess. And this time he dreamed about a true family and had a fair chance to make his dream reality.

Game information:

The most important piece of information was about the advantages, and disadvantages women can have in a combat, but a few bits of information is missing from the story. Some warriors are reluctant to damage women seriously, and some of them are easily distracted by them. But the vulnerability can be a real problem, and it is a reason against too many amazons. The nature has too many amazons, but once you can stand up on two legs, the natural amazons become a rarity. With nice looking breast, acting as amazon is even more risky. And the difference between a miss by a quarter inch, and a deep cut in some sensitive body part, where the damage can cause psychological trauma is huge.

The story also has clues how one can compensate it: With longer, specially designed weapons, with some expertise, using two weapons, and perhaps by using some natural grace and dexterity. And if someone isn’t above some distraction, and using some psychological advantage, the situation can be balanced out quickly. The third bit of information is about some tactics: You can go defensive and still control the fight, if you are really good, and can gain some advantage over an exhausted opponent, but it can be risky.