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So like we talked about with our fishies, they get transported into the forgotten realms world!

Name: Rinzael
Age: Around 200, which is a young adult in Drow years.
Race: Drow
Bio: Rinzael is the head of an assassination guild called Ars'Fael. He is a mysterious, enigmatic figure among his culture. People swear that they killed him before, but yet he still wanders the underworld. He is a popular bedmate among the Matron Mothers of Menzoberrazan, and a lethal killer. His followers are unusually loyal for Drows.
Weapons: Two rapiers.
Other powers: Like all Drow, he can levitate and cast orbs of darkness. he has the mental capacity to learn magic, but doesn't bother with it.
Family: Family is meaningless to him.

Name: Fairez
Age: 154
Race: Half Drow, Half Moon Elf
Bio: Rinzael found Fairez when he was a young teenager on his first raid. She appears more Drow than Moon Elf, so she blends into Menzoberranzan society easily. She is flirtatious, cruel to her friends, and loves a dirty joke. She is Rinzael's left hand, and Arwic's opponent for the Master's attentions.
Weapons: Although she sticks to the bow most of the time, she can always reort to the massive spear she carries on her back.
Family: All killed in the raid Rinzael lead. But the past in far behind her.

Name: Arwic
Age: 178
Race: Drow
Bio: He was destined to be one of the greatest Priests of Lolth of all times. Until the downfall of his family. He is the sole survivor of house Dem'Tier, and his existence is owed to Rinzael, who took him into hiding when he was being hunted. Presumed dead, he goes under the new name of Arwic, having forgotten his real name. He is Rinzael's right hand and an accomplished wizard.
Weapons: None.
Special powers: He has a special affinity for lightning. He can also cast powerful healing magics, thanks to his upbringing as a priest.
Family: Was killed due to false accusations of treason.

"That's the target?" The bilwildered assassin turned to his master.
Rinzael said nothing.
"Sir?"
"Be quiet." Death rode on his voice. The henchmen said no more, but still cast a doubting look at Rinzael.
The leader of Ars'Fael stroked his chin, pondering. This girl was a human, but Matron Malice wanted her dead. And for what? Because a prophesy said so?
"...She looks harmless."
"But Sir, Matron Malice's orders were to kill her upon sight."
"Arwic, I'm becoming very tired of you."
"Master Rinzael, you've never faltered in the face of a mission before. Why now? You heard the prophesy."
The prophesy. 'A blonde human girl with powder blue eyes will be waiting for death in the Forest of Larzfain. In a ring of blue ferns, in a dress of deep green, bearing a pin of flowers'
Everything was here. The blue ferns, the girl, the location. Even the pin.
"...Tell Fairez not to fire."
"What?!" Arwic sputtered, almost too loud, "Have you gone mad? We're seriously going to disobey the orders of a Matron Mother?!
"...Obediant dog." Rinzael yanked a broach from Arwic's cloak and held it close to his lips. He whispered against it, "Fairez, put the bow down. Abort the mission and come back here."

"This isn't right" Arwic fretted, "She is prophesized to bring about the destruction of all Drow. How can you allow her to live, Master?"
"If you feel so strongly, why don't you go kill her?"
"...Because you didn't order me too."
"And don't you forget it." Rinzael beckoned to Fairez, who was on the other side of the clearing. She pouted her lips, but put the bow away nonetheless. All three assassins just waited, watching the alert girl.
She wasn't even holding the knife right. It was as if she were going to throw the flimsy thing. Then the thought hit Rinzael. Of course that's what she was going to do. She was probably specialized in throwing knives.
Fairez caught Rinzael's eye. She gestured to the girl, then to a sleeping dart on her hip holster.
Rinzael nodded eventually, and Arwic smiled wickedly.
After mouthing the human word 'Yay', Fairez locked the dart into a tiny crossbow and aimed it at the helpless girl.
With a small click, the dart was embedded in the girl's neck, the sleeping poison already doing its work.

After the rock finished the job, the three assassins dropped to the ground.
Rinzael waved his hand toward the unconscious girl. "Tie her up and search her body. Remove any weapons and see if she has any sort of documents on her."
"Yes sir!" Fairez and Arwic shouted in unison. Their searching turned up several needles and daggers. Other than that, there was nothing of much interest, besides, of course, the flower pin.
Arwic was befuddled, "She isn't a threat. There isn't anything dangerous about her. She's just a human in a green dress!"
"Oh, be quiet, Arwic!" Fairez smacked him on the back of the head. "This only proves that Lord Rinzael was correct in his judgement. Right Master?"
"Both of you shut up."
"Right...." Their heads bowed in submission.
Rinzael pressed his captive against a tree and tied her to it. Her blonde head lolled to the side, but her powder blue eyes remained closed.
"Listen you two."
Their eyes perked up, eager to please their master.
Rinzael continued, "When she wakes up, treat her with kindness, but don't let her past your guard. Understand?"
"Yes master!" The two were cheered up again.
Several hours later, the hostage still hadn;t woken up. Arwic was stoking a fire, and Fairez was carving more arrows. Rinzael was busy skinning a rabbit. Night was coming on, and with it, the chill of the coming winter.

Fairez and Arwic blinked at her.
Rinzael broke the silence. "You are the hostage of Drow, tied to a tree and at our mercy," His brow furrowed, "And you're asking me if I know where a school is?"
Arwic scoffed, "We could slit your throat right now,"
Fairez finished his sentence, "And you're not worried? Or even scared?"
Rinzael laughed quietly beneath his breath. "Maybe she is a threat. 'The crazy human who drove everyone mad.' That would explain everything."
"I find your humor quite dry, Master." Arwic pursed his lips, serious beyond reason.
"And I find your life pointless to me." Rinzael always threw empty threats around. He'd never show it, but he cared deeply for his followers.
Fairez cocked her hip and stared at the restrained human, "Well, now that we have her, what do we do with her? Our orders were to kill her, not capture her and make her a friend." She sighed heavily. So many times, the three of them had run from justice, only to be free for a brief moment and hunted once agian.
Rinzael ignored Fairez and turned to the girl. "Well, first of all, what is you name?"

"Ugh!" Fairez clapped her hands over her ears, "Stop talking! Please?!
Arwic snickered, "I like this human already. Can we keep her?"
Rinzael drew a dagger from his boot and tossed it to Awric. "Stop fooling around and untie her. We're taking her with us." Arwic caught the dagger smoothly, spun it a couple times in his hand like a windmill in overdrive, and slit the ropes that bonded her to the tree. He left Lina's hands tied, as well as her ankles.
Before she could object, Rinzael slung Lina over his shoulder, and the three began sprinting through the foliage, brushing off the cuts left by hidden blackberry bushes.
The searching voice faded behind them.
Through labored breath, Fairez laughed, "We didn't even put the fire out!"
Rinzael's breath was much more steady, "I know that." There was only truth in his voice.
Arwic ran behind Rinzael, face to face with Lina, "So, what is it like where you live? Is everyone there as pretty as you?"

All three drow had drawn their weapons in a blink of an eye. Fairez held the razor sharp tip of her spear to the newcomer's throat. Rinzael braced his rapiers at his side after he picked himself up from the ground, poised to strike. And Arwic held in his hands a glowing, electrical pulse. With a single word, it could conjure lightning from the ground.
"Who are you?" Fairez thrust the spear forward intimidatingly. Another human, no doubt, but she felt different. Her presence was quiet and scattered.
Fairez repeated her question, "Who are you?"