A Temple Gathering (Zivis only, pleeease)

[Shandriz]

The woman stepped up from her prayer mat, her mind reeling. Her life was so...different, now. She had left her cave dwelling once and for all, now having her own room at the Temple barracks. Suki and Rune had also been welcomed, the latter spending most of his time, of course, in the stables.

She felt so much more at peace, though. In the past few months she had come to realize that Matthias had led her astray when he informed her that all humanoids would rather kill her than take the time to find she was not like the rest of her people. And indeed, she now knew that she was -not- like the rest of her people.

She had never liked Lolth much-- Mod was much more suited to her belief system. Still, the world of distrust and hatred she had grown up in had moulded her thought-systems. She found herself much more aware of her surroundings than her fellow priests, and much less likely to trust. They had yet to assign her duties that involved dealing with others, and this didn't surprise her in the least. In fact, it gratified her to the head priests, as she really didn't feel quite up to dealing with people on terms that were not necessarily her own.

She pushed a strand of silvery hair behind one pointed ear, violet eyes darting cautiously around her. No signs of human life so far. It was probably too early-- most of the priests preferred the daytime, but the night was still easier on her dark-adjusted eyes than the bright light of the afternoon or even the pale hues of morning.

She adjusted the skirts she had donned-- she was still in the general monk classifications and did not yet warrant any battle training. It had been requested that she therefore wear something a bit more simple, and she'd acquiesed. Afterall, she could still be...and indeed was...wearing chainmail underneath the simple white shift.

A noise in an adjoining chamber caught her attention, and the Drow zeroed in on it,
"Who's there?" she asked, trying not to be too suspicious. It was more than likely another priest, afterall-- there were not many threats inside the Temple itself.

[Zivis Shivtail]

OOC always in italics. My intros usually run a little long, but after that I try to keep it under control

Zivis Shivtail rose from his meditation. He turned to see himself in a mirror in the distance. Seeing himself so clearly is uncommon for him. Most reflections of himself that he looks upon are those in lakes, or streams, as there are not many mirrors in the Pits of Zanic.

He was not born, but created, by a holy dragon and a great wizard. He was made in the images of both of them. He was trained in both personal combat and holy magic. He is considered a sort of Paladin.

Zivis stood tall... taller than most in Miniopia. He walked upright on 2 legs like any other humanoid, but his body shared more similarities with that of a dragon. Strong scales covered his body. His face had a dragon-like snout. He had a long tail with great strength, and a blade-like tip. Reptilian wings protruded from his back, but he usually kept them folded up as discrete as possible.

His large broadsword lay against a wall nearby. He never kept it on him while meditating. He considered it disrespectful as he made his communication with Mod during this time. He, also, was to be at peace during this time, and he felt that having an object of war would make being at peace more difficult for him. He picked the sword up and sheathed it. The enormous blade's hilt clanged loudly against the sheath.

"Who's there?" he heard from a female voice in the next chamber.

He walked over to see who it was.
A petite, dark skinned, silver haired female humanoid stood in the room.

Because of his isolation for so long, his knowledge of the creatures of Miniopia is limited. And this silver-haired woman was one that he had never seen before.

"I... I apologize if I disturbed you m'lady," Zivis bowed to her politely, "I just completed my meditation for this day." He looked at her and was unable to say anything else at that moment. It is obvious to those around him that he is still working on his communication skills after being in hiding for almost a millennium.

[Shandriz]

The drow blinked, eyeing the newcomer carefully. She had not seen him around-- she certainly would have recognized him if she had, what with his distinctive appearance. Still, the fact that he was not fully human set her a bit more at ease, and she relaxed-- though for a drow that simply meant that she was slightly less alert of imminent death than usual.

"No, I was finished." she observed, watching his expressions to get an idea of his motives,
"I take it you are a priest here...or do you just find the clothing stylish?"

[Zivis Shivtail]

Zivis approaches the small woman slowly. He realizes that considering she only comes up to about his stomach, he might be a little intimidating. He stops about his arm's length, which is pretty far, away from her.

He glances down at her, "That would be a relatively accurate assumption. Many of your people refer to me as a paladin. I am Zivis Shivtail. I have been sent here by my master, Zanic, the Holy."

He slowly extends his hand in greeting.

[Shandriz]

((Gyah! Watch the tense-switching! xD))

"Ah." She finished her observations, deciding that he was indeed less than likely to be a threat. True that he was armed where she was not, but he was afterall a Paladin and therefore very unlikely to offer her any harm.

She took the hand offered, her graceful fingers locking around his for a moment before withdrawing,
"I am Shandriz Vo'Dur. I have only been in the presence of Mod a few months," she explained, "However, I have some desire to become a priestess."

[Zivis Shivtail]

Oops sorry about the tense, and sorry for the delayed response

"It is very nice to meet you Madam Vo'Dur," Zivis replied respectfully. "I have been in the presence of Mod since my creation almost a millennium ago." Curious about Shandriz, he stepped back and looked at her more thoroughly. "You are not like any other I have seen in this world. Where is it you are from?"

[Shandriz]

"Menzoberranzen," the woman answered. She was a bit curious that he'd not heard of the Drow...but then, he could always be feigning ignorance. Such things were not common in the Temple, though. Since coming to know of Mod, things in Shandriz' life had changed drastically, and she was beginning to realize that some creatures were trustworthy other than her two companions and the man Matthias.