A hidden Temple (Attn: Reverend only)

[Shandriz]

She held her breath. She really ought to run away now. To leave. To be safe. But something held her there. Perhaps the same thing that drew her to the temple in the first place.

She was starting to feel light-headed. This must be what insanity really felt like. She'd never experienced insanity before. It was an awfully sudden...she breathed out, and the light-headedness let up a bit. Ah. No, not insanity, just oxygen deprivation.

What to do? She couldn't run, and he was obviously going to come looking.

Slowly, ever so carefully, she moved towards the opening between the front and side of the temple. She would at least have the advantage of surprise, if nothing else. And distance. She would be here at the front of the temple, and him at the back...and she was behind him now.

Once completely in the open, she soaked in everything, noting anything that might be advantageous to her if there were a battle, including the mace he had left lying at the door. Her hands settled delicately on the two deadly blades sheathed at her waist. Nothing was going to catch her by surprise.

[Reverend]

This wasn't turning up much. Airius was beginning to believe he had either imagined the whole thing, or some animal had darted through the temple and then left.

"I must be getting old prematurely to be hearing AND seeing thi-" He'd been turning around to retrace his steps, when standing in front of him some feet away, between him and the door of the temple, with her hands on what looked like two very sharp sheathed short swords, was an elf woman....In black skin paint?

[Shandriz]

The Drow eyed him up and down. No outward sign of any sort of weapon. She had a feeling he didn't have any on him-- if he'd dropped this mace at the door, it was probably the sort of place where you were supposed to leave weapons behind, and these people were no drow to conceal a weapon anyways.

She kept her hands on the hilts of her scimitars,
"I will not harm you," she said. She had been told by the few others that she had spoken with that Drow were often looked upon (and rightly so) with fear by the human race.

[Reverend]

"Uhhh...It's wonderful you won't harm me, but what have I done to require being told I won't be harmed?"

He wasn't sure how else to respond. It wasn't everyday he was threatened by a strangely painted elf, with what he though were short swords but seemed a lot bigger and curvier.

Now would be a good time to try and break the ice, he thought to himself.

"So, do you need some water? I see you're skin's got some kind of paint or dirt on it."

[Shandriz]

The woman narrowed her violet eyes suspiciously. This man was certainly odder than the others she had met thus far. Well, perhaps not. Musashi had been quite odd as well, and Silver Adept was not precisely the epitome of normality.

It was strange, though, that she had only encountered men thus far, and that none of them had shown the proper respect for a female of her...well, true, she had no House any longer. And they -were- humans, afterall.

"I am Drow," she explained, "Of course I am a threat and a danger. But I will not harm you."

His comment about the dirt was dismissed. Afterall, trudging about in the forest day after day was not the cleanest thing to do, and sometimes the river was just too cold for her to bathe in.

[Reverend]

"Drow? Is that your house?" He'd never heard Drow before, perhaps this group ritually tattooed themselves?

"You'll forgive me for not knowing more about Elven society for how to properly greet you." Airius began to step forward, his hands in the air. "My name is Reverend Airius Origen. I mean you no harm. You can remove your hands from your swords, while in this temple nothing will harm you."

He stood after taking his one step, holding to show he had nothing concealed on him.

[Shandriz]

She whipped out the swords, eyes flashing angrily,
"You speak in kind words, and yet accuse me of being a Faerie elf in disguise?" she snarled. If she were a cat, her tail would be whipping ferociously like a lion before the attack-- somehow, she still managed to give off this appearance.

"You insult my nature and yet tell me you mean no harm!" She scoffed, swinging the scimitars deftly before her to demonstrate her (admittedly great) skill with the swords,
"You will not -live- to regret your words!"

In a flash, she charged forward.

[Reverend]

"Airius, next time you have an idea to say something, don't." His own voice chuckled grimly in his mind as he saw the angry elven female charging him, very likely wanting to take his head off. Or other body parts for that matter.

In a fit of panic, he followed his instinct, calling upon the powers of the Order emmissary residing inside him to hastily erect a shield of order to block the strikes coming at him. However, the shield itself was barely formed when the sword strikes impacted into it.

The shield warped, stretching as the swords plunged through it and impacted into Airius. He watched the tips of the swords enter into his flesh, one just below his neck, the other into his gut.

[Shandriz]

The drow spun backwards, watching. He didn't seem to be trying to respond in any way, and she wasn't sure how much damage she had done. She would kill him if he wasn't already dying.

A faerie elf, indeed! How -dare- he?

[Reverend]

The cuts had been shallow, but killing ones nonetheless. If the shield hadn't absorbed most of the blow, he was sure he'd be rejoining Mod right now.

"Okay, I think I might have said something to offend you. You don't need to do this! I apologize!" One hand held his gut wound while the other began to glow white. He placed his free hand on his wound below his neck and felt the healing powers of Mod stich the wound up.

"If you would please just put those very dangerous priest-cutting swords away, I am sure we can talk about this."