Tale of Alek Haru'Kai

It was midday in the underdark city when he awoke, chains adorned both wrists and ankles and they clanked as the man rose into a sitting position beneath the cavern ceiling embedded with softly glowing crystals to provide illumination for their slaves, he did not even know the name of this great city as he had been moved around constantly by the slavers that held him captive, a harsh knocking upon the door to his cell was the first indication that someone was coming to inspect him and Alek Marius hauled himself to his feet as he marshaled his remaining energies into appearing as solid and unbroken as he could, he stood bare in the light of the small cell that one could not take two steps in either direction without walking into stone wall or door.

His body was well muscled despite his chosen profession which he believed was the only reason he had been kept instead of being slain on the spot, the Dark elves were haughty and believed magic should belong only to their race, without his equipment though he was nowhere near as powerful as he should be and could not fight against his new masters, his new mistresses, those who bought and sold his fate at discount prices. Alek looked upon the small window of unbreakable crystal set into the door of his cell with a look of the fiery defiance one would expect on the face of a fighter not a mage.

The eyes that met his though stunned him, pure and brilliant emerald green they glittered harsh and cold without losing a speck of their beauty, like the harsh cut of an emerald, he realized his jaw had fallen slightly and gathered himself, staring deep into those beautiful eyes till he felt like he was drowning within their glittering depths, a voice, sweet and feminine spoke within the Drow tongue outside his cell and he strained to make out the words the Dark ones spoke, it was a futile effort within the solidly built cell but strain he did never the less, the door swung open proving to be very well oiled and the human slave stood still within his prison even though it appeared he had a chance to escape.

A woman stood in the doorway shortly after it had swung open, a full two feet shorter than his Six feet and four inches but he knew as well as she did who was in charge here, her lithe elven form was voluptuous and filled the tight black leather that she wore as though she had been poured into it, or it had been painted onto her, a dark Piwafwi rested about her shoulders and its hood was lowered to allow her silvery hair to cascade along the back of her cloak to glitter like diamonds on fire beneath the dimly lit ceiling, “Human serves Drow mistress yes?” He nearly laughed, her common was fractured, broken and accented so badly that he could barely recognize the words she spoke and he replied, honoring her use of his language by using hers in turn, “Rothe serve those who purchase them great lady” His own command of the Drow tongue was unmatched upon the surface world or so he had been told before by the followers of the good Drow goddess Eilistrae, still she looked as he had when he had heard her speak in his own tongue on the edge of laughter.

“You speak well for a pitiful human” In her natural tongue her voice was as smooth as silk and carried the undertones of a woman in power, a tone he immediately recognized and knew that his fate now hung by a single thread, he fell to his knees and bowed low before the Dark woman watching as she placed hands on her hips, Piwafwi parting to reveal a whip coiled at her right hip, a whip with Seven snake heads, “Priestess forgive my presumption” The Dark elf grinned down upon the human, dark lips pulling back from pearly white teeth that flashed upon her features, contrasting with her skin as she turned to the muscular eunich that stood guard over his cell, “This one is mine Slaver, I want him whole and healed, and clean him while you are at it, he stinks of the world above” The Priestess wrinkled her nose slightly before looking down upon Alek with those merciless but beautiful eyes, a small foot lifted to rest upon his neck and he all but stopped breathing, she pressed down with the sole of her boot and his keen mind caught the implication, he leaned lower still under the guidance of her boot and pressed his lips to the toe of her foot that remained upon the ground tasting the dirt and grime that had begun to coat it from slogging through the Slavers pens. “Oh yes he will do well indeed”