Into the Sunlight [Medieval Fantasy] [Yaoi]

[Sanaos]

Long ago, before humans, elves ruled much of the land as far as their keen eyes could see. For hundreds of years this was true. Until war wracked the lands and other species erupted across the elfin homelands. Dwarves, humans, fairies and sprites flourished. The elves were at first distant, feeling the younger races were beneath them. However the creation of these races was not the end. Orcs, goblins, ogres and dark swelling under races soon reared their heads. This was a chief reason the elves came from their seclusion and became closer to the others. Even while among them some elves disliked the changes wrought and plotted with dark magics and differing ideals.

These elves caused a brutal civil war among their people. It lasted many generations and decimated both sides horribly. When these elves were beaten they were exiled and deemed 'Drow'. Dark Elves. With nowhere to go and no land they could claim these elves withdrew from the surface and became dwellers of underground cities, their light skin and dark hair changed. Now dark-skinned and with strange purple, red, or silver eyes the Drow have all but passed into legend. The generations that passed from then on were peaceful times, one where the more destructive races were all but contained to their own lands. This, however, was about to change.

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The deep dark of Underdark felt almost sinister tonight. The pale luminescent lichen he had grown up with seemed almost hostile. Perhaps it was just the actions he was taking that made him feel so. Dark red eyes peered out from under a heavy black wool cape that was tugged low on his angular face, always watchful of the heavily armored female guards walking the wide streets. His mothers, as it were. The Queen of Underdark had taken precautions to build an army. All young female Drow were taken to train while the male of their species was taught a trade to be of better use to their superior spouse. Drazmyreth was no exception, even as the Queen's only son.

From a young age he had been taught cooking, tailoring, proper etiquette, duties he would perform once he was promised to a strong Drow woman. Draz had been a rebellious sort and had passively done as he was told while doing the opposite. Which is what led him to today. A leather bag was slung on his back, two swords and a dagger at his slim waist, and enough provisions to get by. He was wearing tall leather boots and dark pants. He also sported a long sleeved shirt with a black tie up vest, black gloves, and a cloak that hid the rest. A lot of planning had been put into his scheme and he was making good time despite the number of his people about. In an hour or so he even managed to find the surface, thankfully bathed in moonlight.

Careful to conceal the entrance he stood, for the first time, in a forest. His eyes taking in the strange sight before shaking himself from his stupor and uncertainly striking out on a path. There had to be a road somewhere, and he would find it. Walking slowly he gently undid a glove to touch the bark of a nearby tree. Then there was a faint light and he blinked, eyes darting to it. It was...sunrise. He took in a deep breath and watched the faint rays of the sun rise before realizing how close to the road he had wandered and sighed in relief. A road meant he could find a city, and from there he could figure out what he could do. Or rather, where he could go.

Picking a direction, toward the rising sun, he followed the road. The light was interesting but after awhile it began to hurt his eyes and he was forced to pull the hood down to block it. This left him with only his hearing and the sight of the road to guide him. After a time he heard a strange sound and dared to peek from under his hood. Wagons. They had wagons underground too, but not this size. And not pulled by any beasts. The things pulling it had four legs and he knew them by name and old books, horses. Fascinating. So distracted he hadn't realized he'd wandered off the road and soon walked into a tree. Stumbling a bit he ended up, very ungracefully, tripping and falling onto his backside.

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[Tordi]

Sanaos

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Vano Babik

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Vano like most the gypsies in the land, were either half breeds or breeds looked down on by others, some being just humans of lower class, some being half dark elf half human or half some other race. Vano kept what he was a secret he didn't feel the need to tell those what he was. He was born and raised into the gypsy life as far as he was concerned, he was one of the leading men in the group, men led the gypsy groups, and had to be strong and able, women cared for them and the children. Vano's group had been traveling for days now, and where coming up on a time to rest, set up camp. They mainly traveled at night as it was cooler, and less demanding on the horses and everyone else in the caravan.

As the sun peaked up over the horizon Vano called to the group to let them know they were going to stop and rest. The caravan turned off the road and threw the forest on another path that was barley visible if you weren't looking. Gypsies knew of these paths because they would lead to a clearing deeper in the trees where they were less likely to be found. The last wagon to turn off had a small child on it who had noticed Drazmyreth and the small girl started to tug on her mothers dress and pointing at the man,the mother how ever just shooed her back into the cover of the wagon as it followed the others.

Getting to the clearing all the wagons began to set them selves up in a half circle sort of shape, and a campfire was made in the middle, horses where tied up to near by trees. The wagons were back in, once the canvas top was pushed back in revealed doors and a small ladder that fell to the ground. Knowing they would be camped here for a while as the stocked up women and children began to decorate the place with sun catchers and other ornaments made from animal skins, and bones.

 

[Sanaos]

For a long moment he sat in silence and watched the caravan pass him, noticing the little girl who pointed at him. Thankfully it seemed no one paid her any mind. Draz sat, stunned and staring. Humans? Having lived underground his entire life he had never met another species beside his own. Mentally he had known it was inevitable to run into them, but he had never expected to do so this early. It took him quite a few moments to get to his feet and brush his trousers off, thinking on his position. Soon it would be discovered that he had disappeared. A search of their city would be conducted, and then the roadways to the outlaying areas underground.

When they found out he wasn't there, well...

Ignoring that for now he followed the caravan to where they were going out of curiosity. Keeping at the treeline he watched as they got into a half circle and went about making camp. These things he had read about in books but had never seen actually done. Fires were more for cooking than warmth after all. Horses were tied to trees and he was fascinated as canvas tops were moved to reveal doors and ladders. It was amazing to watch as ornamentation went up, and he wondered at the quick way it was done. It was obviously a nomadic group and yet they took the time to do small things to make it seem as if they had been here longer. Perhaps these were the people he could gain help from.

Unfortunately that was one area he knew little about, diplomacy. How did one approach humans? Perhaps if he acted the way his sisters did he could get what he desired and be gone. Frowning he drew himself up as tall as he could. At five foot seven it wasn't really impressive among anyone but other male Drow. Surely just the sight of a Drow would be enough to inspire enough of a reaction to get him what he needed. With the sun getting ever higher, however, he was becoming a bit more blinded. The sun was to bright for his cave-dweller eyes and he was afraid of being at their mercy once it rose fully. It would be best to ask his way and find a place to dwell until the moon came again. With that in mind he kept himself drawn up and walked toward them.

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Sanaos

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Vano Babik

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As the people went along setting up camp, the same child from before noticed Draz and this time she ran to her mother yelling about a scary dark skinned red eyed monster. Her mother scooped her up in her arms and looked at the man who was walking towards the camp and back away into her wagon, others in the camp that were alerted by the girl turned to see him. The men went to sticks, rocks and what ever was near them to arm themselves.

Vano walked around from behind a wagon, noticing the commotion he looked to the man walking to them clearly making himself appear tall and fearless. Vano took a curved knife from his side and pointed it at the man.

"Oy' You have no place up here, or near us. Go back to where you came before you go blind."

Vano was well aware of what he was. And Vano made it clear by his height and confidence he was the leader of the caravan. The woman and children had fled into the wagons as the man gathered behind Vano. They were already to attack this stranger and who ever was with him. They knew of his kind and it was no secret that they were not fond of it.

OOC: sorry for the short response writers block  

[Sanaos]

The reaction to his presence was both curious, satisfying, and strangely unsettling. It had been centuries since the Drow had been above ground, the fact that they were remembered was surprising. With them on such high alert he knew the jig was up. Stilling where he was his eyes narrowed in thought. Even with stone and sticks they could be dangerous enough to harm him. Alone he was not a good enough fighter to stop them all. So he merely put his hands out, lifted them, and took the hood back from his platinum white hair. The sun still hurt his eyes and he likely looked angry with the way his forehead furrowed against it.

Of course he ran into another problem.

Language.

Frowning tightly he tried to make out what he was saying. Likely it was along the lines of 'go away' but he didn't know. Without first thinking about it his hands glowed a faint purple, looking a bit like fire as he murmured in his own language. Magic came naturally to him, much to his mothers displeasure, and he could use it to communicate. When the magic faded he could, finally, understand what was being said. Perhaps using his magic in front of them hadn't been wise, but he'd hardly had any other option. It wasn't like they would have understood the dark and harsh Drow language.

"I am not here for ill. I simply need directions."

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[Tordi]

Sanaos

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Vano Babik

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Vano watched the man as he put his hands up and pulled back his hoo, revealing his white hair, Vano's eyes narrowed at the man and he took a step forward towards him. He watched the man carefully as he lifted his hands and they started to glow, Vano lifted his knife higher and glared as the man whispered to his hands, then seem to realize what he wasn't so confused looking now.

"Why should we trust you Drow"

His voice was cold and a little harsh, he wasn't going to be very trusting of this man and was going to take what he said with a grain of salt. Vano took another step forward and sort of circled the man a bit seeing he was armed he moved back in front of the man.

"Drop your weapons and we will talk."

 

[Sanaos]

Trust? Well that was definitely an interesting question. Raising an eyebrow he scanned the men behind the 'leader' and then looked at hims skeptically. It occurred to him that his display of magic couldn't have helped his image, along with his obvious weapons. Honestly he wasn't about to dissuade them of the notion that he knew battle magic, he didn't, but it would keep them from getting closer. Maybe. Tilting his head ever so slightly to the left he regarded him a moment.

"I wouldn't. But then that is my nature."

As the other took a step closer he stayed his ground, eyes watching him uncertainly. Outnumbered as he was it would be easy to kill him, or capture him depending on what they were thinking. Drop his weapons? Stiffening a little he snorted, shaking his head. No, that was unnecessary and wasn't something he was keen on doing.

"If I had intended on harming anyone here I would not be alone, nor would I have come in the daylight."

The looks on the men's faces spoke volumes however and he sighed, deciding to at least do so to make them feel better. He unbuckled the belt his weapons were attached to and placed them behind his feet before straightening. Now they were close by, but not as easily reached as they had been. Hoping this put them more at ease he returned his gaze to the man at the forefront.

"If you don't mind all I need is a direction to travel. I need a neutral town, as far from here as possible. Preferably before the sun gets higher."

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Sanaos

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Vano Babik

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Vano stayed silent as the Drow man spoke. Vano usually after a while would trust runaways, that was what their caravan was made up of. His eyes narrowed when the man first refused to remove his weapons, then relaxed a bit when he did. A neutral town, now that's was hard to come by for them let alone for someone of his kind. Vano lowered his knife and made a small smirk followed by a small laugh.

"A neutral town, you are outta luck here."

His body became a bit more relaxed as he looked at the man again then the surrounding area, a few woman came out of the caravans curious now, and a small child pushed passed her mother and ran up to the Drow man. She looked up at him then grabbed his hand and looked at his skin. The curious little child had never seen a person like this before she circled around him looking and touching his clothes before her mother yelled at her to come back. Vano watched the child, she seemed to not be afraid of him, and the children were usually afraid of anything new.

"You are looking at a car an of half breeds and gypsies, not the best people to be asking about neutral towns, most don't let us in, but feel free to stay for a bit, at least still the sun sets and you can see. Follow the road we were on up north and you will find a small town."

 

[Sanaos]

There was definite relief when he noticed the other relax some. Though he didn't want his weapons on the ground it had turned out to be a good move. The only problem? The laugh. It didn't bode well and he was disappointed to hear that there was no neutral town. Well, that put many a road block in his plans. With no neutral city there was likely nowhere he could claim asylum. There was no doubt in his mind that the elves of old would take him in no matter what circumstance.

As he was thinking about his options a child ran up to him. Startled, and looking a bit alarmed, he stood absolutely still as she took his hand. It was strange to see such a light colored hand against his own dusky gray blue skin. What was perhaps even stranger was that she seemed to have no fear of him at all. Unsure what to even do he simply allowed her to do whatever she was doing, following the strange child back to the others. Right then.

Gypsies. Not familiar with the term he simply nodded, regaining focus on the man speaking. If towns wouldn't let these people in what hope did he honestly have of finding a place that would allow him? Drow were not usually even seen, having drawn into the darkest depths of the world and shut everyone out. For him it would be very difficult to find anyone he could trust, and even more to stay hidden from those who, likely, would root him out eventually. If he traveled only at night they would catch him sooner. Already he was planning.

"I would appreciate that. The sun...well...I am not used to its light. Are you traveling north then? To this town?"

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Sanaos

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Vano Babik

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Vano put his knife back at his waist and the others dropped the rocks and sticks and went back to what they were doing before this man had appeared. Vano motioned for the man to follow him into the camp as he turned his back and started walking.

"No we do not go into the towns, we travel around them and only stop at certain merchants outside the town if we need to. Are home is this."

He said referring to the wagons. It wasn't much to some but it was everything to them. Vano led the man to his caravan, it's color was a dark umber and had white markings on the side. He moved the cloth drape that hung over the door and made another gesture for thr Drow man to go first.

"So we can talk in private, about who you are and why you are out here."

His voice was a more serious tone as he followed the man in. Inside the wagon had red tapestries hanging and many animal skulls, and some skulls that looked to be more humanoid. The wagon had its own smell. Smelling of herbs and sandal wood.

 

[Sanaos]

Well at least they weren't actively armed anymore. That had to be a positive outcome right? Warily he eyed them until they had mostly dispersed before bending to retrieve his belt. Not putting it back on he simply held it in one hand and awkwardly followed the main man. They had let him in rather easily and he wondered if it was because of the child. Certainly that couldn't be the only reason right?

They didn't go into towns. Huh. How did they get by as a roaming band without going into a town? Certainly their lifestyle made it hard for them to grow any sort of produce? Did trade go so far in these lands that they could get by on that? Drazmyreth figured it had to be something along those lines. It would work out for him to just follow them to their destination and see if he could, well, swing some help.

Hesitating only a moment he moved past Vano and into the caravan, grateful for the relief being out of the sun brought. That had been one little detail he had underestimated in his whole plan. Uncertainly he stayed standing, looking around at the tapestries and the skulls of various sorts. It smelled good in here, though he'd be at a loss to identify what anything he was smelling was. Finally he allowed his eyes to rest on the other man.

"There's not much to know of me. I am unsure what it is you wish to know, especially if we are to part ways."

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[Tordi]

Sanaos

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Vano Babik

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Vano sat down on a bed like area, the
At also functioned as a couch. He looked over the man again trying to figure out why he would come to the surface, what made a night dweller come out during the day.
"What is your name, where did you come from and why. Your kind don't just come out during the day, I know more than you would probably think some one like me should."

His voice was stern again, he had put an act on outside tom,are his people comfortable, he wanted to know what brought him out because it could mean danger for the surface. Also knowing why he is up here would help him decide if he needed to keep him prisoner or send him far, far away from them.

"Is there anyone out there looking for you? Should I be worried for my groups safety?"

This wasn't just a group of half breeds and gypsies, they were each others family.cthe only family they had after being disowned from towns, cities, and their own family trees.

 

[Sanaos]

More dangerous up here? Snickering faintly he couldn't help the smirk that played about his face. He at least tried to cover it with his hand but it still showed in how startled his eyebrows had stayed. No. The Underdark, the capital city and all its outlaying underground roads and cities were far more dangerous than anything up here could be. The Drow had become particularly vicious in their countless centuries among only themselves.

"Pardon, I didn't mean to laugh at you. It is far safer here for me than anything there could be."

Deliberately ignoring the question as to why he had run off he pushed forward. The road north led to the town he had spoken of earlier. From what he was saying it seemed like a place he may be more welcome, so long as he didn't let on who he was. Mercenaries could be tricky, bandits even more so. But perhaps he could strike a deal with a merchant to ride further along, or at least get less, well, telling an outfit.

"I appreciate that warning. Likely I will not linger long there. As for towns. As I understand it the Elves have taken a more northern kingdom?"

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Sanaos

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Vano Babik

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Vano tensed a bit hearing his name, it was familiar. His eyes narrowed when he said that day time was the best time to flee. Why was this man running from his people, had he done something wrong or just wished to no longer live with them

"Why did you flee from your home, more dangerous up here for you than down there.

Vano shifted where he sat, he would be followed. He didn't seem too familiar with the way Vano's people lived so that must mean his people were the same way.

"If you are to be followed then take the road north to the first town,cigs run down most that occupy it are mercanaries, and bandits, just lay low and stay covered and they shouldn't bother you to much."

Vano didn't want to risk the women and children here but it was not much safer in that town than out here in the woods.

 

[Sanaos]

More dangerous up here? Snickering faintly he couldn't help the smirk that played about his face. He at least tried to cover it with his hand but it still showed in how startled his eyebrows had stayed. No. The Underdark, the capital city and all its outlaying underground roads and cities were far more dangerous than anything up here could be. The Drow had become particularly vicious in their countless centuries among only themselves.

"Pardon, I didn't mean to laugh at you. It is far safer here for me than anything there could be."

Deliberately ignoring the question as to why he had run off he pushed forward. The road north led to the town he had spoken of earlier. From what he was saying it seemed like a place he may be more welcome, so long as he didn't let on who he was. Mercenaries could be tricky, bandits even more so. But perhaps he could strike a deal with a merchant to ride further along, or at least get less, well, telling an outfit.

"I appreciate that warning. Likely I will not linger long there. As for towns. As I understand it the Elves have taken a more northern kingdom?"

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