Angel Wing Razor

“Hurry! She’s back from her morning ride!” Felynxena cried as she scrambled to finish spreading brimstone about Andorra’s stall. “Ok, everything’s all set. Myzena did you set out the fodder?” The elder twin nodded. Not a moment later Zekbrynafae strode in leading Andorra to her freshly prepared stall. She turned her mighty horse around and began to un-tack her. The twin’s hadn’t moved and were trying not to make any eye contact with their younger sister. Noticing this Zekbrynafae put her saddle down and headed over towards them. She lifted their chins in unison and sought both of their gazes. Neither twin wanted to make the eye contact and flinched slightly before giving into their sister. This pleased her, watching her darling sisters squirm was new to her. As the youngest it was always she who was being placed in a submissive state. “I thank you for your work in the stables.” Was all Zekbrynafae said before releasing them with a smirk. Felynxena and Myzena nodded and made their way out of the barn. She then turned her attention back to Andorra. The mare had witnessed the little show and seemed to have found it amusing. She began nuzzling Zekbrynafae and softly whinnying. “I know my friend; I also enjoy the way things have turned out.” Then with a wicked smile she finished her typical ritual of grooming the mare then turning her out with the others.

When Zekbrynafae made it to the courtyard of the main house she found her eldest sister Calryn and her mother Sharvyll speaking. “This is complete bullshit! I am so sick and tired of you doting over her like she was Lolth herself!” “Hold your tongue!” Sharvyll hissed. “She has been hand chosen by Mistress herself, whether we like it or not we are obligated to take certain actions and perform certain tasks.” Calryn was not so fond of this response. Being the oldest and strongest child in their family she could never accept Zekbrynafae, her youngest sister, being held in higher regards then she. “I will no longer do anything she asks of me, and if she tries anything I will surely kill her where she stands!” Sharvyll swiftly managed to smack Calryn right as she finished her sentence. The orange haired woman stared angrily at her mother. No words were necessary, but Sharvyll took it upon herself to speak them anyways. “If you try and take your sister’s life you will only bring Lolth’s retribution down upon yourself… I don’t care what you do, but it is your life and you can end it any way you see fit. I won’t take any part in it.” And with that being said she walked away. Calryn was furious. Frustrated with the fact that she knew her mother was right, and upset that there was nothing she could do. She began to take out her anger on some of the courtyard statues, with every punch thrown another appendage or piece was destroyed. Zekbrynafae decided it would be best to ignore Calryn and she sauntered nonchalantly past her. Unbeknownst to Zekbrynafae her elder sister was watching her out of the corner of her now wild, crimson eye. “I swear to you Bryn, this isn’t over…”

“Are you ready to begin?” Zekbrynafae readied her great sword and nodded towards her mother. “I’m ready.” Just as Lolth had instructed her to do Sharvyll began training her daughter in the art of fierce combat. Being a magic wielder and strong combatant helped the process that much more. It wasn’t long before Zekbrynafae was deemed a Paladin of Slaughter, and soon after that a Drow Judicator; quite an accomplishment for a young Drow. “You’ve gotten soft mother, try summoning 5 or so.” The first step in Sharvyll’s combat practice was to summon the strongest monsters she could to spar with Zekbrynafae, their goal being to kill her. However as her daughter got older and grew stronger even her strongest summons weren’t enough. She had begun to summon more enemies for Zekbrynafae to fight. Even with being outmanned, her daughter always seemed to come out victorious. A slain chimera fell to its’ knees as its’ 3 heads tumbled towards Sharvyll. She watched as Zekbrynafae reveled in the bloodshed and moved onto her next target, a grand smile plastered on her face. As her last summon fell Sharvyll crossed her arms over her chest. She was pleased with her daughter’s skill and how far she’d come. But she would never show her how proud or in some ways frightened she was of her. “That’s enough for one day. I have other things to attend to.” Zekbrynafae kicked away one of the fallen creature’s carcasses and brushed her nose with her thumb. “I will have Vierstra deal with the blood shed.”

The next event to occur in a typical day for Zekbrynafae was her own personal training; spiritually first, then athletically. Before anything else she would pray to Lolth. Ever since she had bestowed on her the dark aura, Zekbrynafae had vowed to be her most loyal of servants. Promising her that no matter what dare oppose her, she would always be triumphant. After speaking with her deity she would begin her physical training. First running for a bit and then switching to focus on her muscles. Zekbrynafae took much pride in her well sculpted body; so much so that she would even call herself vain. She would muscle train for most of the day, then work with Andorra on mounted battle. Her main focus was working on both her balance and ability to handle her weapon and Andorra simultaneously. Being used in battle was a relatively new concept for the nightmare. She had only seen so many battles and was still adjusting to the difference in her rider’s abilities in and out of battle. She and Zekbrynafae were mighty warriors separately but still had much work ahead of them learning how to work as a team. When all was said and done and mounted combat was over with, Zekbrynafae would end her day with a peaceful evening ride. Andorra seemed to enjoy this time with her the most; just the 2 of them running against the horizon.

Zekbrynafae arrived home earlier than usual. Her family was still sitting down enjoying dinner as she passed through the dining hall. She typically missed eating with them as she was usually pampering Andorra while they ate. “Why don’t you join us tonight Zekbrynafae?” Xullithra asked as her eyes followed her beloved little sister’s movements. “Yes, why don’t you join us? We haven’t had the privilege of dining with you for quite some time.” Calryn sneered. Vanasar wiped the corner of her mouth with her napkin and smirked at her older sister’s comment. “It seems you are missed at the table Bryn. Here, come sit with us.” The teal haired Vanasar pulled out the chair next to her and moved over leaving a space for Zekbrynafae between her and Xullithra. Both sisters smiled and Xullithra patted the seat. Reluctantly Zekbrynafae obliged. She was never one who enjoyed sitting with her entire family for long periods of time. Though most Drow probably felt the same way; sitting around a table with their sisters, the beings who wanted nothing more than to crush you and take your place in the matriarchy. Zekbrynafae’s sisters were no different. As she looked around the table she made mental notes for each sister and her relationship she had with them…

First was Calryn, the oldest of the lot; she was Zekbrynafae’s biggest threat. She had wild orange hair that was always put up, and even wilder red eyes. She was unpredictable in every sense of the word and a few sisters swore she was insane. Next to Calryn was the devious violet haired beauty Luariina the 3rd eldest. She held number 2 on Zekbrynafae’s threat list. Luariina was as cold and cruel as they come, her crimson eyes seemed to pierce through your soul and shake your very foundation. She was almost as domineering as her mother, a Drow who had mastered the skill. She was the one who would take over the harem of sisters once their mother grew bored and treat them as her own love slaves. And that’s saying something when she can break the wills of all her sisters. Then there was Vierstra, the creepy silent sister. She was the 5th oldest sister and not so much a problem for Zekbrynafae, but still a bother. The first thing that comes to mind with her is just how creepy and peculiar she comes off. She hides behind her long black locks and ebony eyes. It is her ability to hide her actions’ motivation and intentions that make her dangerous. No one ever really knows what goes on inside her head. That meant next were the twins. Zekbrynafae has never really had feelings one way or another regarding them. They were only older than her and uncharacteristically of Drow they are very timid and subservient; the ‘babies’ of the clan. Myzena was born first, she’s the twin with the silver hair tipped with forest green and has matching green eyes. Felynxena has the turquoise hair and eyes that seem to suit her innocent face. The next seat was at the head of the table and belonged to her mother Sharvyll. Zekbrynafae greatly admired her; she was everything Zekbrynafae felt a Drow should be. Not only was she strong, but she had the attitude of a great Matriarch. She was also stunningly beautiful. Her hair and eyes were the color of mixed burgundy and dark violet hues and her features were sharp and surprisingly feminine. Now gazing at her own side of the table she saw the only 2 sisters she could, by Drow sister standards, trust. First was Xullithra on her right. She was the 4th oldest and also the most unique. Her hair and right eye were a brilliant cyan, however her left eye shown crimson. This never ceased to amaze Zekbrynafae; in her opinion it was if each eye color represented a certain aspect of Xullithra. Her left eye signifying the fury and strength she had as a warrior and the right was her more caring and soothing side. Though to Zekbrynafae’s knowledge, none other than herself or Vanasar had the pleasure of experiencing such a thing. Speaking of which… Zekbrynafae turned to her left and there she was, Vanasar, her 2nd oldest sister. Another unique soul to whom Zekbrynafae looked up to. She had teal colored hair and the most beautiful ice blue eyes. Not typical colors for her race, perhaps that’s why Zekbrynafae adored them so. Vanasar wasn’t much of a fighter, but her talents as a dancer were unmatched. It was a trait each of her sisters longed for…

Just as Zekbrynafae was about to slip into an old memory her mother spoke. “If everyone’s finished, I will be expecting to see each of you in my chambers later this evening.” A sly grin spread across Sharvyll’s face. Everyone seemed relatively pleased with their mother’s invitation and as if on cue the sisters rose to follow their mother to the house’s west wing. As Zekbrynafae was about to leave the dining room Sharvyll had managed to block the doorway; seductively leaning against its’ frame. “Not tonight my little one.” She ran a slender finger down from Zekbrynafae’s cheek bone to her chin. “I think it would be more beneficial for you to put in a few hours of training under the moonlight.” The other girl’s laughed at their mother’s display and disappeared down the remaining corridor. Only Xullithra remained. “Pay no attention to them Bryn…” The cyan temptress snaked one of her arms around her sister’s waist and pulled her in for a brief kiss. “You know mother would never wish to excuse you from such festivities unless there was good reason.” Zekbrynafae sighed, but before she could respond Xullithra leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Who would want to leave such an adorable, little vixen out of all the fun if they had the choice?” A shiver ran up Zekbrynafae’s spine and her sister let out a sultry laugh. “Don’t worry Bryn, I’m sure when you come home Vanasar and I can cheer you up…” The younger sister blushed slightly at the thought. Suddenly a call was heard from down the hall. Xullithra gave her sister a quick peck on the cheek and ran to her mother’s chambers.

Zekbrynafae found herself walking down an overgrowth path, kicking random stones as she went. After what had happened with her mother she couldn’t find the motivation to begin any sort of training. For the past few hours she had just been wandering aimlessly and mumbling words of frustration to herself. Occasionally she would see small vermin scurrying about, but nothing worth killing for the sake of training. After managing to find and kill a stray hellhound Zekbrynafae found herself standing at the summit of what appeared to be some form of ruins. The site was littered with skeletons long since dead and the ground was stained with ancient blood. Zekbrynafae stepped lightly trying to avoid tripping over the scattered bones. She eventually wound up in the center of 5 surrounding pillars where she found a large obsidian chalice looking fountain. It was filled with a dark, stagnant liquid. She cautiously dipped a few fingers into the pool and once she realized what the liquid was, quickly pulled them away. “Blood” she thought. She studied her fingers briefly before grabbing some earth and beginning to rub the substance off. “The blood of celestials…” she began, but quickly stopped herself. “What is this place?”

Slap! “I told you to stop your whining!” “I am not whining you wench!” Another slap was heard. Calryn wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth defiantly. Her mother was standing over her, a thoroughly displeased look on her face. The rest of the girls were too wrapped up in their own little games to notice the other 2 quarreling. “Why? Why does she always get treated differently? What the fuck makes her so gad damned special?!?” A third slap was heard, only this time it made a much crisper, a much sharper sound. Calryn lay face down on the stone floor, her left cheek a striking crimson. Desperate for answers and payback she struggled to get back up. Sharvyll tucked her leather belt into the waistband of her panties then moved to straddle her prey. She knelt down, a knee on either side of Calryn’s writhing body and mockingly cooed into her ear. “Why can you not see that your sister is fated for greatness? Oh that’s right, because you can’t deal with the fact that you will never be half of the warrior she is! You are a disgrace to the Auvryrahel clan!” Enraged Calryn struggled to get up off the floor and choke the very life from her mother. “She does not even belong in this clan!” But with all of her efforts she was only knocked back down to find herself imprisoned once more. Sharvyll managed to shove Calryn back down and catch each of her wrists underneath her 5 inch stiletto heels. “Foolish girl…” Sharvyll dug her heels deep into her daughter’s wrists. “She is this family’s beautiful abomination.” Calryn clenched her teeth as the pressure behind her mother’s force increased. “Neither you nor I can change that…” Allowing her words to trail off Sharvyll disappeared, skillfully sinking into the shadows of her chambers. Furious, Calryn gathered her clothing, as well as one of her mother’s drapes she managed to pull down. She tore the fine fabric and wrapped the torn scraps about her wrists. She had had enough of the family’s harem festivities for the night. Now it was time for her to take care of what had been plaguing her for so long, the time for her to return to her mother’s good graces. Once she was fully clothed and with her weapons at the ready she set off in search of Zekbrynafae.

Zekbrynafae ran her hand over one of the pillars. It was encrypted with some sort of foreign language and many unfamiliar runes. Her curiosity growing she began to poke around some of the skeletal remains. At first she only found rusted armor, broken shield fragments and other garbage. Then she began to find more interesting artifacts. Underneath a pile of what she assumed were celestial warriors she found a leather-bound journal. Inside it she found more text she wasn’t able to decipher, but there were a few pictures. The first was of a great battle between a celestial army and a single man wielding a black longsword. On the following page was that same man with the longsword only this time he was covered in blood and surrounded by the fallen celestials. Next was a series of pictures depicting celestial craftsmen working with golden dragons. Creating armor and weaponry from what she could tell. Then that same man with the sword is present and once again he appeared to have slaughtered all his foes. In one of the final pictures he is seen with his sword thrust up to the hilt inside of the largest golden dragon. The last picture was of the very sword belonging to the man. The sword looked to be constructed of black adamantine with a solid obsidian hilt. The blade though long and thin possessed various protruding ridges/spikes on it. On the hilt, the cross-guard’s ends are barbed and curl inward toward the blade. The grip is the result of the cross-guards’ entwining upward, swirled together until they reach the pommel. The pommel itself seemed to be some kind of stone sculpted in the likeness of an open rose. Zekbrynafae seemed mesmerized by the sword’s appearance and grew excited with her find. She hoped to find someone who could decipher the journal and tell her more about the story hidden within its’ pages. As she continued to rummage through more remains Zekbrynafae didn’t notice the shadow cast over her by a figure standing on a nearby pillar. “Well well well. Look at what I found.” It wasn’t until she heard Calryn’s voice that Zekbrynafae knew something was up. Slowly she turned to face her older sister; her greatest fear.

“Ow ow! Vierstra that hurts!” Felynxena cried. The elder black haired sister smiled as she tweaked the young girl beneath her's nipple a bit harder. Tears began to form as the younger twin’s sparkling turquoise eyes welled up. “Stop! Can’t you see she doesn’t like it?” Myzena hoped she could divert some of Vierstra’s attention away from her twin. Smack! Luariina backhanded the young twin under her own control. “I wouldn’t be so worried about Felynxena right now…” The violet haired deviant ran her pointed fingernails up Myzena’s chest, just between her breasts. “I would be worried about myself if I were you.” A half amused, half dangerous smirk danced across Vierstra’s face while a tear rolled down Felynxena’s cheek. “Those poor girls…” Vanasar said while watching her sisters from across the room. Xullithra looked up from her duties and nodded. “It’s so sad that they can’t assert themselves. Some things will never change.” Xullithra returned her attention to her older sister’s nipples and Vanasar let out a small sigh. “Do you suppose the twins get some kind of satisfaction out of their submitting?” The cyan haired beauty impishly grinned and bit down slightly on her mouth’s captive bud. Vanasar let out a shriek. “Well I don’t know, wanna find out first hand?” Vanasar seemed confused, that was until Xullithra shoved her onto her back and forced her weight upon her. The teal haired girl resisted a bit and was about to protest but found her mouth to be far to busy at the moment. Xullithra firmly pressed her lips to her sisters’ and managed to gain entrance into her mouth. Together the sister’s tongues danced, each fighting for the dominance they felt they so rightly deserved. It was a while before either decided that they were ready to break their kiss, but breathing is essential. Vanasar wasn’t used to loosing control to a younger sister, though something about being with Xullithra made it seem alright, and almost enjoyable. Both girls were panting softly, anxiously waiting for more, but it wasn’t too soon after when Sharvyll re-entered her quarters and broke up the little love fest. “Alright girls, it seems we have a problem. I can’t find Zekbrynafae.” Luariina, obviously annoyed with the interruption, rolled her eyes. “You sent her out to train. She’s obviously out doing whatever it is you told her to do.” Xullithra nodded. “There’s no problem, Zekbrynafae’s a big girl now and can handle whatever it is that comes her way.” Sharvyll closed her eyes and squeezed the bridge of her nose. Then after taking a deep breath she looked at each of her daughters. “I don’t think you quite understand the problem.” The girls looked around at each other than back to their mother, a bit confused. “Not only can I not find Zekbrynafae… but Calryn is missing too…” Everyone froze momentarily, now they understood the problem.

Calryn jumped down from the stone pillar that she had been standing on. Watching her, Zekbrynafae could only back up in fear and hope that her sister didn’t plan anything rash. Smelling the cowardice she brought out in her sister Calryn smirked while starting to circle her kin predatorily. Zekbrynafae rested an uneasy hand on the hilt of her sword, if her wild eyed eldest sister wanted to start something she knew she would have to fight back. “What’s wrong baby sister? You don’t seem happy to see me?” Calryn mock pouted then licked a dagger she had brought out from her boot. Zekbrynafae’s eyebrows narrowed at the gesture. “So you’ve come to take my life have you?” The older girl laughed at the statement. “Well you are as clever as they say, I will give you that.” A sweat droplet rolled down Zekbrynafae’s forehead. She knew she had to get away from Calryn, but she despised the idea of running from a fight even if it was to live to see another day. Coolly she dropped her hands to her sides and closed her eyes. “My dearest Calryn, you can’t hope to kill what you can’t catch…” As the last word passed her lips Zekbrynafae took off at nothing short of lightning speed. She knew Calryn was stronger overall, though she also knew of all her sisters she herself was the strongest physically. No one could surpass her in muscular strength or endurance. The orange haired sister watched as her prey darted to and fro in desperate attempts to find her way out of the ruins. Calryn shook her head and returned to her perch atop the pillar. Her next plan was to leap from pillar to pillar and track her sister’s movements until she became lost or hit a dead end. Unfortunately for Zekbrynafae she did just that. Exhausted from sprinting and avoiding all the scattered obstacles in her way Bryn had gotten sloppy. She neglected to focus on where she was going and found herself facing a large cliff wall. “Damnit!” She cursed, then began frantically searching for Calryn’s silhouette; she saw no signs of her sister. While looking for her Bryn noticed a particularly large pile of remains up against the cliff’s wall. As she made her way closer it became clear that these piles of bones weren’t clusters of celestials, they were the remains of large dragons. Zekbrynafae knelt down and picked up the nearest dragon skull. It was rounded with a short snout, the eye sockets were slanted and very narrow, and as an added clue, still attached were several horns. There were 4 all together, the 2 a top the head which were smooth and metallic and 2 that were similar though a bit smaller which protruded from the cheek. Those were all the clues she needed, the skull had belonged to a very old gold dragon. It was then that Zekbrynafae recalled the pictures in the journal she had found. She quickly opened the book to the page depicting the dragon army and looked to the remains. This must have been the site of the very battle. Excitedly Zekbrynafae flipped to the last pages of the book and came to the scene where the man had stabbed the reigning gold dragon. Then in the distance she saw it, the giant mound of bone that could only be the colossal gold dragon.

Once there Zekbrynafae found herself face to face with a dragon skull which was almost a large as she was tall. Then just in front of it, slumped against the stone cliff wall was a man covered in ash and cinder. His head piece matched that of the one worn by the man in the book, Zekbrynafae was sure of it. This must have been the great man who fell all of the corpses she had come across, the man who single handedly slay an army of gold dragons… the man who wielded the beautiful sword she admired. But in the book he was alive after the slaughter of the dragon. This couldn’t be the same man, unless in some final struggle the dragon was able to muster one final breath attack. “That must be it!” Zekbrynafae thought a loud. “That must mean his weapon is still buried beneath this bone.” Having completely forgotten all about Calryn, Zekbrynafae began her search for the sword. Moving the massive bones was no simple task and the weight was taking its toll on the young Drow. Finally after moving what Zekbrynafae felt was at least equivalent to a mountain she saw a glimmer of light. She quickly scrambled to grab its source and pulled out what she assumed was the book’s majestic weapon. She was wrong… It was no more than a rusted piece of metallic garbage. The blade was so rusted the most damage it could ever hope to do was give someone tetanus by licking it; there was no way it could even pierce flesh in its condition. The hilt was worn and bore no great detail or jewels. Zekbrynafae’s heart sank, there was no way this sword could possibly be the great sword from her tome. Disappointed she cast the weapon aside and decided it would be in her best interest to try and make her way back home. She was about to summon Andorra when Calryn dropped in right in front of her and grabbed her wrist. “Tag, it seems I caught you.”

A wicked smile spread across Calryn’s face as she watched her little sister stare fearfully in disbelief. “You know Bryn.” She spat, her voice full of condescension. “Being the chosen one at such a young age is such a waste.” Zekbrynafae swallowed hard as Calryn’s free hand reached for her dagger and then proceeded to run it up her sister’s left thigh and all the way up to her left breast and neck where she let it settle. “You were always too juvenile, too naïve for such a daunting task.” The blade spun once before its tip began to dance a long Zekbrynafae’s slender neck. Without thinking everything through fully, Zekbrynafae managed to kick Calryn’s feet from under her. And as Bryn reached for her great sword she found she was powerless to do much with it using only one hand. The whole time Calryn had managed to keep her now tightening grip on her sister’s wrist. “Shit” was all Zekbrynafae could mumble under her breath. Once Calryn returned to her feet she grabbed the younger girl’s sword and took it away from her. “I don’t think we’ll be trying something so stupid again, now will we?” Zekbrynafae hung her head, she had run out of options. Knowing she had won Calryn grew cocky. “What’s wrong Bryn? Has Lolth forgotten her prized child?” Zekbrynafae’s eye narrowed. “Aw, it seems I’ve struck a nerve.” Calryn threw her head back and laughed, she had waited a long time to place her troublesome youngest sister back under her thumb. This was Calryn’s only fatal mistake; while she was relishing the feeling of once again being the sister in total control she didn’t notice Zekbrynafae’s dark aura taking over her body. By the time she returned her attention to her captive sister it was already too late. Calryn had never seen her sister in this state and unconsciously she released her hold of her. Zekbrynafae moved away, quickly back flipping to a safe distance. Calryn grit her teeth, she had granted her sister freedom of movement but remembered she had left her unarmed. Bryn also knew this fact and began to search for a makeshift weapon. Casually Calryn walked to where she tossed her sister’s great sword and took it up as her own. “Now what baby sister?” She snickered. Zekbrynafae continued scanning her surroundings and found nothing. As she was about to resort to unarmed combat she stumbled on the old sword she had recovered earlier. It wasn’t much, but she had no choice.

The sister’s squared off, neither one looking as if they had any intentions of losing. In attempts of intimidating her Calryn swung Zekbrynafae’s sword a few times and then pointed it directly at her chest. Bryn seemed unfazed by the action though internally she knew there wasn’t much chance of her beating Calryn with a rusty old sword. Impatiently Calryn sprinted forward, beginning the sisters’ battle. Lucky for Zekbrynafae her sister was a cleric and had no real knowledge on how to use a weapon like a great sword. Calryn came barreling at her swinging the mighty sword blindly back and forth. Bryn was able to dodge her movements without much trouble and made her way behind her sister. Calryn turned her head just in time to see Zekbrynafae begin her downward strike and ducked just out of reach. “Sneaky sneaky, Bryn. Fighting an opponent while their back is turned, how dishonorable.” Zekbrynafae smirked. “I wouldn’t have to resort to fighting behind you if you could keep up with me.” Calryn screamed in frustration and again came at her target swinging madly. Zekbrynafae was able to continue avoiding contact until she found herself up against the cliff’s rock face. This whole time Calryn wasn’t just blindly rushing in, she was forcing her into a situation where she wouldn’t be able to continually dodge by moving backwards. Calryn knew by her sister’s face that she had figured out her plan. An evil grin graced her lips. “I told you once Bryn, and even as a child you never listened to me. So heed my words now, you will NEVER beat me.” Calryn pushed off her planted foot and headed for Zekbrynafae, her weapon at the ready. Her eyes shining crimson as her face took on a feral expression, one of which reminded Zekbrynafae of a predator who knew it was about to catch it’s prey. Perhaps it was the smug look to her face or the wild glint in her eyes, but Bryn could tell that Calryn had assumed this fight was over. If there was one thing Zekbrynafae knew, it was to never underestimate an opponent and assume when a battle is at its end. Now only a mere 5 feet a way from her target Calryn began her devastating downward slash attack. Zekbrynafae watched as her window of opportunity opened… As Calryn swung down Zekbrynafae sidestepped to her left and with her own downward stroke forced her sister’s strike to the ground, throwing an unprepared Calryn off balance. As the great sword planted itself deeply into the dirt Zekbrynafae swiftly turned her blade and performed an upward swing in hopes of catching her sister’s throat. Noticing her sister’s second strike Calryn tried desperately to avoid the blade, though she was not so fortunate. Zekbrynafae had missed her neck, but was able to catch the right side of Calryn’s face with the tip of the sword. She watched as the blade ran up from Calryn’s lower jaw bone slicing deeply into her cheek, then grazing her right eye and partial forehead. As soon as the sword stroke was finished Zekbrynafae slowly brought the sword to her side. Calryn fell to her knees screaming and quickly covered her face.

Zekbrynafae had no desire to stay and watch her sister wallow in her defeat, as she was preparing to summon her mount Bryn noticed her sword glowing an ominous blackened hue. She raised the blade towards the sky and Calryn’s shed blood began to run down the blade. As it did the rust and grime of the ages melted away to reveal the swords’ true blade. Zekbrynafae watched in awe as the sword magically returned to the weapon she had seen in the journal. As the blood neared the hilt a stray droplet began to move freely and to Bryn’s amazement spelled out the word “hatred” in perfect Elvish script. Finally the blood had reached the hilt and the luster returned to the obsidian stone. Every detail and design coming to its surface, and as she held the sword the blood ran over her hand and to the sword’s pommel where she watched the final piece of the weapons transformation occur. In the dim moonlight she watched as a rose bud of pure blood stone push its way through the rust and blossomed into a fully opened rose. Calryn removed her hands form her face and watched the warm red liquid run down her palms. Then suddenly her lips took on the frame of an amused smile, and she began to laugh aloud. Zekbrynafae turned around to find Calryn had gotten to her feet and was still laughing. It became clear to her that something inside her sister had snapped. To further prove Bryn’s theory Calryn pulled the great sword from the ground and using the reflection from the metal studied her face. She then ran a finger down the gash and with her blood soaked finger made its mirror image on the left side of her face. Now satisfied she threw the sword aside and made her way to where Zekbrynafae stood. “Enough!” Both sisters knew that voice, they looked to the top of the cliff and found Sharvyll looking down upon them. It wasn’t too long before the sisters were side by side, kneeling in front of their mother who had quickly made her way down the cliff to punish her children. “What in the world were you 2 thinking?” She began, both Zekbrynafae and Calryn’s heads were lowered in shame. “Do you have any idea where you are right now?” Both girls looked up and finally began putting the pieces together. Their home was deep within the Underdark, a place where even the moon never shone. Celestials and dragons would have no reason to be below the surface, regardless of what was found there. Zekbrynafae remembered the evening’s prior events and decided it was her lack of attention that lead her to this place. While lost in thought she had happened upon the beaten path leading to the surface and Calryn had been too focused on killing her to realize where they were either.

The berating continued for quite some time before Sharvyll decided it was time to return home. “We will talk about the consequences to each of your actions later. For now I require the both of you home.” And with that Sharvyll summoned LiNeeeriia, her mount. Zekbrynafae always found it a treat to see her mother’s steed. Unlike her own, LiNeeeriia was a cauchemar nightmare. The particular breed being an especially malevolent version of nightmare; their fangs are longer, sharper and their other features appearing much more sinister. The greatest difference being they’re far larger than a regular nightmare, almost as large as elephants and with the strength to match. A short while passed and the earth began to tremble and a cloud of smoke was seen headed towards them. It was her, LiNeeeriia; she certainly lived up to her name of legendary storm. When her mount came to a stop Sharvyll situated her self on LiNeeeriia’s mid back and motioned for her daughters to follow suit. It was difficult at first for the girls to find their balance seeing as they were merely sitting cross-legged on the huge beast’s back. However the longer they rode the easier it became to feel the great horse’s movements and began to move with them. It wasn’t until they were half way home that Sharvyll noticed Zekbrynafae polishing her new sword. “What’s that? Give it here Zekbrynafae.” Not wishing to provoke her mother’s wrath again Bryn handed her the sword, or at least tried to. Just as the weapon touched her mother’s hand she let it drop to the leather covering LiNeeeriia’s back. Zekbrynafae looked to her mother and then to the sword, before she could ask what had happened her mother whispered “The Angel Wing Razor…” Bryn cocked her head to the side and Sharvyll looked her straight in the eye. “Where did you find this?” Zekbrynafae stuttered a bit. “It was in, back at the ruins I found this old sword, it was inside one of the dragon’s skeletal remains.” Sharvyll just looked at the sword. “I found this old book that lead me too it.” Before Zekbrynafae had even managed to pull it completely out of her pack, her mother snatched the tome right out of her hands. Frantically she began thumbing through its pages. By now even the dazed Calryn had figured something was up and looked to her mother. Sharvyll put down the book and looked at her 2 daughters. “For ages many evil creatures have searched for a weapon so dark it was said to have been sharpened on the very wings of the angels. It was said the sword was lost when the swords’ forger had gone into battle with an army of gold dragons. No one had seen it since.” Zekbrynafae’s eyes grew wide. Sharvyll motioned for her to pick up the sword and as Bryn did her body was engulfed in Lolth’s evil aura. “Then it’s true, the sword was lying dormant for the next wielder it deemed worthy… Zekbrynafae you hold in your hand the single most evil weapon ever forged… The Angel Wing Razor.”