A World on the Verge-RP

[Grandy]

 *SouthWind appears next to The Predator*
 Grandy: Caves, caves, underwrold, caves, dragons, why can't this race go through a beach or termal waters or something that doesn't put OUR FREAKING LIVES IN DANGER?!
 *Smilies*
 Grandy: Thinking again, it was because of this why I joined the race...

[Linkforce]

*On the Predator*

Link: Trial?  What trial?  For what, boarding your ship?

Stark: *Whispers* If they take us any deeper to this place, we won't be able to escape back to the surface.  Draw your blade an lets get the hell out of here.

Link: *whispers* Fine, but if anyone asks, this was your idea.

*In an instant, Link draws his Gunblade, twirling it around him and cuts a few Drow SLaves in half.  Zaknafein jerks his head toward Link and casts Fireball at him.  Link tries to deflect it, but the Fireball is too fast, and it sends Link flying across the ship.  He gets up and looks down to see the Southwind stationed below.  Stark walks next to him while dozens of Drow Slaves and Zaknafein approach them, cornering them on the front of the ship*

Link: Well, it's been fun guys.  I thought you were better than that Drow.  I thought you were different from the others....Guess not.

*And with that, Link grabs Stark and jumps off the ship while it's in the air.  As he just jumps off, he reaches into his coat, and pulls out a Grenade, tossing it into the Preadator, and then falls downward, landing hard on the Southwind.*

[blackskullwarlock]

*aboard the Predator*

Zaknafein: This is too much fun. I love when they do that.

*launch a fireball on the grenade which explodes near the ship*

Zaknafein: Surfacers truly are ignorant. As if Drow adamantine would be damage by simple, dont make me laugh.

*notice the Southwind*

Zaknafein: So they followed me down here? A pity that they can't get out without the proper...documents. The guards would never let them cross the gate and they would perish against the Alliance of the Dark.

Slave: My lord, what if they assault the outpost?

Zaknafein: The Alliance would stomp them flat. Nobody can stand against our mighty army! Beside, they would have cross on Illithid territory to reach the outpost...so unless they want their brain to be sucked out of their head, their only escape is tru the gate.

*5 other drow war ships arrive near The Predator*

?: This is Commander Fahlk'Zii. I come on behalf of the Matron Mother.

Zaknafein: The Matron Mother? What could she wants?

Commander Fahlk'Zii: Make your way to the Outpost and meet her at Lloth's temple.

Zaknafein: What of the intruders?

Commander Fahlk'Zii: Worry not, they are already surrounded and they don't even know it! The Alliance spotted them on your arrival and have been observing from afar. If they do anything fuzzy, the hords of the Underdark will bring them down.

Zaknafein: Remember those words, they are your ticket to remain alive...and if they do attack, I want the crew members alive...I have a score to settle.

*The Predator rush forward at great speed*

[Kinslayer]

Daegurth: Dammit! Everyone is real forward! I must rowe quicker!!! *tries to catch up with the Predator*

[Pythis]

Can I join
Name: Destin
Age:12
Height: 4''2"
Weight: 90
Race: Elf
Class: Scorcerer
Weapon: Wooden rod infused with air energy otherwise know as an air staff.
Worships: None
Tactics: All out
Personality: Hot headed
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Bio: He is a simple but hot tempered scorcerer that doesen't care about life..as long as it's not his.
Vessle: A simple row boat named by Destin, Renrin

[Linkforce]

Sorry, its too far into the story for anyone to join.  Sorry about that.

[Linkforce]

*On the Southwind*

Link: *getting up* Damnb that hurt.  Ahh!

Stark: What's wrong?

Link: My arm.  I think I broke it.

Stark: Let me see...

*Grandy sees them*  (Grandy, I will control your character just for this scene.  If you want me to change it, PM me.)

Grandy: Who are you guys?

Link: Sorry for dropping in, but you were the closest ship.

Grandy: You were on that Drow ship?

Link: Long story...listen, can you get us out of here?

Grandy: I've been trying to find a way out too.  The entrance I came through has been sealed off.

Link: Damn.....

[blackskullwarlock]

*on the Predator*

Zaknafein: What's taking so long?! The Matron is waiting you fools! Hurry up!

Slave: Yes your lordship, at your command.

Zaknafein: Now I'm stuck telling the Matron that some surfacers came in the dark.

*couple of minutes later*

Slave: My lord, we have arrived at the Outpost.

Zaknafein: It's about time! Now get out, all of you! My right hand, Commander Rasii'illa will escort you to my mansion.

Slave: ...

*Zaknafein gets off his ship and head for the Matron's Temple*

Drow Townsfolk: All hail Lord Zaknafein!

Crowd: ALL HAIL THE LORD!

Shady Character: The Matron is waiting, please come in.

*Zaknafein enters the Temple*

[Linkforce]

*On the Southwind*

Link: Well, I think we should find a way our of here before we get swarmed by Drows.  And not to forget about the race.

Stark: Yea, we're probably in last place by now.

Link: Damn Drow......what's his problem?

Grandy: Hey you too, we're getting out of here.  Hang on!

*And with that, the Southwind takes off deeper into the Underdark, looking for a away out.*

[Grandy]

 (Yes, yes, you can play as me, even because I won't play that much)
 Grandy: Its getting dark here.... Lumus! *press a button*

 .............(nothing happens)

 Grandy: Okay, this is the 10th time it doesn't works. I need to fix the light, can you drive for me? *he takes his tools and jump outside, then climb to the lights*

[blackskullwarlock]

*inside Lloth's Temple*

Guard: Matron, Zaknafein has arrived.

Matron: Let him.

*guard opens the door and let Zaknafein in*

Matron: Zaknafein, report!

Zaknafein: The dragon above did some heavy damage to the surfacers but our fleet is pretty much intact. My ship got invaded by two of them but we captured them. Many surfacers follow our fleet in the dark but they are no threat, they will not escape. On our way to the outpost, we got attacked and I dispatched my two prisoners but got back on the ship when the Illithids arrived. The two prisoners escaped on another ship during the confusion.

Matron: You incompetent vermin! You dare to let surfacers come down here...and loose to add to the lot! I could have you beheaded for such failure!

Zaknafein: Matron I --

Matron: Silence! Return to your ship and bring some Driders** with you. I want those prisoners alive! You hear me? GO!

Zaknafein: Yes Matron.

*Zaknafein leaves the temple*

Zaknafein: Worthless wench...I'd get her head if I could...but for now, to the task at hand.

*Zaknafein reach and enter the Driders' lair*

Zaknafein: Come on, five of you pathetic creatures! We go on a patrol! Any rebellious acts will be worthy of death!!

*Zaknafein goes back to his ship and enter with the Driders*

Zaknafein: Start the ship, controller, we are going back. The Matron ordered us to catch the escaped prisoners so GO!

*The Predator starts and fly tru the exit of the Outpost*

**Driders are spider-esque creatures: http://members.shaw.ca/myriadstudios/drider_2.jpg