where the effing hell did Gruumsh send me this time?
Erith wondered as the effects of Gruumsh magic teleportation juice, commonly known as "RotGutRipper" took hold, by generating a sufficiently strong hangover that enabled a rather random teleportion effect.
Huh, underground? She took hold of her surroundings
Oi, thats a battle, Drow against Drow it seems?
2 groups of drow were fighting, one led by several priestesses wielding tentacle whips, which was also the side currently winning.
Eh, Loth f$$&wits, lets help the other side She thought as she charged in
LOTH SUCKS FLACID COCK She shouted Gruumshes traditional warcry when dealing with Drow. As she charged straight into one of the priestesses, manifesting her echo behind the priestess and tearing her appart in a tide of teeth and bites.
OMNOMNOMNOMNOM Eryth now had the drows full attention, just as she wanted.
You speak undercommon warrior? The leader of the non lolth drow asked after the battle, cautiously eyeing the 2 dead drow priestesses.
Apparently I do, I used to speak Abyssal, but well, my god sends me where he wants, and mixes up what languages I speak. I am a divine mercenary tasked with smeshing the increbibly arrogant, and I believe you have some need of my services? She answered, noting with some "there she goes again" that her echo was phantomimically flirting with another drow.
Lets setup a contract then? The leading drow asked, quite appreciative of the storm of violence she could cause.
She took a time to catch her reflection in her plate armor, making sure that Gruumsh didnt also alter her appearance. The one time he made her looks like an Succubus was a hoot.
Still blond, check.
Still the same size, bit short of 2 meters, check.
Still a better rack then any drow, check.
Still wearing booze- and blood-stained mithral plate armor, check.
Holy symbol on the shield and gauntless, check.
Still a blond pony tail, check.
And my eyes are still red yeap.
