Episode 8: The Dregs
Nexii's nose turned up at entering the Foreign Quarter. Even the scent was offensive here. She barely considered this area part of Neriak, and it was apparent with the disdain she showed when looking at the buildings. Few were owned by her kind, and fewer still had been built by the Tier`Dal.
"I hate coming through here. Remind me again, why couldn't we just spend another day at Exmo's?"
"Because you'll like this more, Mistress." Sirken answered. He locked his arm into hers, escorting her past the ogre guards.
"Here we have the worst kinds of players. Those that want to be Dark Elves but aren't. As far as I'm concerned, they should all be deported." Nexii's xenophobia was intense, although admittedly she could harbor attraction for a select few outside races. "Or at best serve as slaves, they certainly don't deserve their own space here. We've gone so soft. If I ran this place I'd make Neriak hate again." Nexii came up to a troll in ragged armor who stood a good two feet taller than herself. Although clearly new to the world, and barely deserving a glance from the priestess, he felt the need to comment on the pair.
"LOL. Give nudes plz," The troll said, drooling over himself at the thought of seeing the two together. Whether this was some repressed voyeuristic desire, or just typical comment caused by troll's inferior intellect, was hard to tell.
"Fuck you! You're talking to a cleric that solo healed TFA. Newbie, I bet you don't even know what that mob that is or where. Here's a hint, you're about to do the first word of the zone." It wasn't the comment itself so much as the lack of originality and effort that enraged her. Nexii seethed, her green eyes turning to red as she gathered the hatred of Innoruuk within her form. The call was duly answered, and the troll was vindicated in a glorious blast of unholy divine energies. He screamed for only a brief second before crumpling down to his knees, dying before even hitting the floor. "A shame level 2's can't be rezzed." She laughed, praying that he hadn't even bound in Neriak.
Sirken could only stare at the lifeless troll corpse. "That was kinda...hot." He commented. It was rare to see her lose her temper so easily, but there was something attractive about her displayed dominance. "Maybe we can, uh, work something like that into our next play session?" He asked.
"Maybe. I suppose it would only be painful and not fatal to you." Nexii sighed. Although smiting one troll was satisfying, the reality was that their numbers were legion.
"Come, it's this way." Sirken said, pointing her to a darker alleyway where she hadn't been before.
"This isn't some sort of trap is it?" Nexii asked, and just as she did a human groped at her. Humans admittedly had a little more intelligence than the average troll.
"Heard some hot bartender got the first to engage on Sirken," He said, his hand rising up to cop a feel at her ass.
"Fraps or it didn't happen." Sirken said, his eyes flickering as he scanned the human more deeply. "Seems you aren't running it, too bad there won't be proof of...this!" And with a snap of his fingers, the human was simply blinked out of existence. Deleted from Norrath, never to be seen again.
"Ooo, that's kind of scary." Nexii felt a shiver run up and down her spine. "Personally, I would have made him suffer more. But I guess we have a date to make." Nexii said.
"Yes, we're almost there. Finally, huh? Just down this hallway, and a few more turns." Sirken led her through an area which got progressively darker. Even for a dark elf it was hard to see as there was little to no neon lighting in this area.
At last the pair arrived at a bleaken iron gate.
"Ael jal kestal, ye vel'uss sultha ghil." Nexii read out the glowing Tier'Dal runes above the gate.
"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." Sirken repeated in the common tongue.
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