Gather 'round lads and lasses, and bear witness to the Tale of the Three!
It all started on rather still night, where Drow and Snive were passing time in the local tavern. All was well, yet rather uneventful. As they enjoyed their pints, there was a whisper on the wind: "We are doing a Harrower, why don't you raid us?"
It may have been the spirits, or it may have been the effect of a hint of insanity, but Snive set off to find out whether or not the rumors of a Harrower were true. Sure enough, the stench of the beast was noticed beyond the mouth of the dungeon. Upon closer analysis, the beast was under siege!
Panting as he burst through the door, Snive reported his findings. With a wild look in his eyes, Drow shouted, "LETS KILL 'EM!"
They made their way to the dungeon, Drow led by Snive. Snive chose to watch closely from the shadows, while Drow charged straight in, disregarding Snive's warnings of being grossly outnumbered. Drow soon found that she was wildly out numbered, easily 10-1. With no more than pure shock on her face, she ran from the dungeon like the devil himself were after her. 'Round the mountain they chased her, until due to what seemed like an unexpected time warp, (lag) she was able to juke her would-be murderers. A few more times she would dive into the dungeon, only to be chased out once again. She was able to unleash some of her fury upon a rather scruffy-looking fellow his companions called Oxide. He ran back to alert the others, and as Drow chased him, she found herself surrounded by many hostiles yet again. One last time she took off, eventually getting away. As all hope seemed lost, a voice rang out. It was almost like the clouds parted, and an angel was placed on the ground before Drow.
Illidan was his name, and upon further inspection, Drow realized he was more of a demon than an angel. He carried the mark of a murderer, yet Drow seemed oddly safe in his presence. The appearance of Illidan inspired Snive to spring into action, and now The Three were assembled.
The plan was simple, yet the odds were out of this world. Cause as much chaos as possible, and try to lay those terrorizing the Harrower to eternal rest. As Drow, Illidan, and Snive dove into the dungeon, there was an aura of optimism enveloping The Three. This was quickly extinguished as they were pushed back out of the dungeon and quickly introduced to the dirt. After this, Drow's steed refused to listen to her, she no longer belonged to the faction in which it obeyed. Unfortunately, she was left to fend on the ground, at a clear disadvantage. She never gave up, yet was no longer much of a threat to the others. Snive and Illidan continued the charge, and Drow helped as much as she could. One of the aggressors, named Sharkster, seemed to be the most wanted, as he was most often the target of The Three's spells and swords. A few times he met the earth with a sickly thud, but no sooner as his face met the ground was life restored to him by his comrades. Fighting continued, and The Three were beaten down countless times. Snive and Illidan hatched a plan to drag some of the dungeon's inhabitants to where the mob was killing the Harrower, so they did. The result was not as they hoped, for the dragons felt more anger to The Three than for the dungeons' aggressors. Eventually, the Harrower was defeated, and Order left victorious. The Three were clearly the Spartans, however, they forgot their shields. Their spears were still sharp and effective, however, without their shields, they were defenseless against the hoard, and failed.
Twas a good fight, I enjoyed it thoroughly!
Drow
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