Drow

I have just recently I began writing a story about a dark elf. I was wondering if anyone who had read the Drow series and could make sure my story is not too alike. I do not wish to read the Drow series because I'm afraid I would copy some great ideas. If you are interested in comparing the stories or if you just wish to have a short synopsis of my story please email me at [email protected]

Post the story please.
P.A

OK heres a very brief synopsis and a sample of what I have. btw it would be greatly appreciated if anyone could help think up a title. and yes, i do realize that alot of the writing is bad and i will almost for sure rewrite it soon. thanks in advance for taking your time to read my crap ;) cya
ps when i said brief i really meant it.

dude, it would be better for everyone on this forum to read your story, if you write it in your post.
Cuz, not everyone is not lazy to download that text and read it...

okay reaper, heres the stuff




STORY




Prologue






The fate of a species rests upon the balance of a thread. With the hordes of the human empire upon the borders of the Dark Elves they cannot last much longer. The fate of the Dark Elves rests upon the preservation of a prized leaf shaped artifact called The Drékel. The Drékel Rests in the capitol city of the Dark Elves called Drazniräk. Dark Elves are taller than men and much smarter and much more agile. Their ears are longer than men's and have a pointed tip. Their entire culture and mythology lies around leaves and beings of the forest. Men believe that with The Drékel they could harness the powers of exceptionally long life gifted to all Dark Elves. They also believe that with The Drékel they could obtain great magical power and intelligence. Men's most prominent reason to obtain The Drékel though is to once and for all be rid the world of Dark Elves whom have for all time defied their laws and government.
The Dark Elves and men have for almost all of time been hated rivals. Their deep hatred for each other started when the conceited king of men, Suram, was in reign over three thousand years ago. Suram was so arrogant that he believed all of his subjects loved him when in reality they all despised him. As Suram's empire expanded he needed more and more land to develop on. His borders finally reached the edge of the Dark Elf inhabited forest of Dirithiel. At the time men had absolutely no respect for Dark Elves and very rarely even noted their existence. Suram sent three hundred men to clear out a small portion of the forest for construction. At that time Dark Elves had little defense as they very rarely even fought anything other than wild animals. The men swept through their cities burning everything including the trees. In the cleared woodland they built many houses and structures. After the city had been inhabited for some time the Dark Elves built up a force of around one hundred men and plundered the entire city and replanted their forest. The Dark Elves now despised men and men did likewise. With the assassination of Suram nothing changed in the Dark Elves' perspective of men and they battle much still today.



Chapter I






Three obscure figures darted through an endless maze of trees. Their silky black braided hair flew out behind them. Their long ears came to a point slightly below the top of their scalps. They were tall and their green eyes blazed with persistence. They ran with the agility and surreptitiousness of a leopard on the prowl. They wore black leather shirts and leggings. Fine bows strung with their carriers' hair lay on their backs. Long curved daggers hung from black belts at their sides. They were Dark Elves.
The elf at the head was Kresálic and on her sides were Deiras and Dranon. Every fifty paces Kresálic would shoot a quick hand gesture at one of the other two and they would reply likewise.
The only thing lighting their path was the eerie light cast from the pale moon hovering overhead. The iridescent orb sat alone in a starless night. Despite the extreme darkness they still ran without hindrance. The cool luminescent light shimmered off the Elves pure ebony locks.
Suddenly they all stopped, their backs pressed firmly against large trees. Kresálic snuck a silent glance around the tree. Ten paces from where she stood was a clearing occupied by three deer. They were young and one had a slight limp in his right front leg. They all sat resting in the clearing. Kresálic quickly pullet out and nocked an arrow. Just then Kresálic heard a snapping sound. She looked up and then quickly glanced back to where the deer had rested. The first thing that caught her eye was the cold, limp, lifeless bodies of the deer. Protruding from each of their sides was a long black arrow. Then a reflection caught her eye. She looked up to see three burly men, each covered in full plate armor. Each held a long black bow and a sheathed sword rested at their sides.
Kresálic quickly spun out of sight of the men behind the tree. She motioned silently to her companions. They understood and nodded back in agreement. Then the three figures took off. They ran with the speed of wind and would have been about that easy to catch if the men had even noticed them.
They sprinted for some time until they came upon a large oak. They al stood behind it as Kresálic hurriedly recounted what she had seen.
“We have been tracking those deer for almost five days! Men are clumsy and stupid! We should have stayed and killed them. They would be no match for three armed Dark Elves.� replied Deiras angrily after Kresálic finished recounting her story.
“Men are fools, yes. But they would not have simply sent three armored brutes into our forest to hunt. There must be more, and they must have some reason.� countered Dranon.
“Stop! We cannot stay here arguing. We must warn the council. I do not think men would hesitate to attack our cities. Any thoughts they may have are indefinitely overridden by their arrogance. We must return to Draxelun.� replied Kresálic.
“Agreed.� replied the other two in unison.
“And you realize this will mean terminating our testing?� answered Kresálic.
The two both nodded.
“Good, then we run until we reach the Ford.� answered Kresálic.
Then they were off. Kresálic was in the lead followed closely by Deiras and Dranon. They ran nonstop through the hindering brush until the night was late. Suddenly they all stopped. The trees ended abruptly and they came to the bank of a rushing river.
“Sit, rest, the sun will rise soon. By then we shall be in Draxelun.� said Kresálic.
They all walked over to the river and took long silent drinks. The cool water quickly cleansed their parched lips and refreshed their stamina.
Dranon and Deiras sat silently by the river side. Kresálic paced up and down along the bank. Suddenly Kresálic froze. She sat there staring into the river. At first she thought she had seen a fish but then looked back. It was clearly not a fish but what it might be she would not allow herself to admit. But she knew what it was.
It was blood. It had floated from upstream in the direction of the Dark Elven city Draxelun. Kresálic had been raised there with her mother. She had never seen her father though she had heard many great stories of him. She planned on one day going and seeing him.
He was a great general for the Dark Elven capitol city Drazniräk. She was progressing considerably well for one so young as did always a small group from each generation of Dark Elves. Her father had been among those gifted few from his generation and she hoped he would be proud.
Kresálic, Dranon, and Deiras had been friends since childhood and each now as thirteen. They were all partaking in a Dark Elven ritual to become an adult. The three were left out in the wilderness for a fortnight and had to fend for themselves. It was their eleventh night and they had been in pursuit of the deer for almost five days. To return home now would mean to disgrace their families honor but each thought it worth it.
“We must cross the ford now!� Kresálic yelled, running up to the other two.
The two exchanged questioning glances and then did as they were ordered. All three jumped into the flowing waters. The water was far over their heads but they easily swam to the top and swam across. When they crossed the ten yards of rapids they all stood up and quickly dried themselves. Then Dranon and Deiras both looked at Kresálic.
“To Draxelun!� Kresálic shouted and bolted northward.
The other two were quick on her tail. About a mile off from Draxelun Kresálic looked up and sniffed the air. The other two did likewise. All their faces turned pale. They continued running even faster than before. Around three minutes later they all stopped. Ahead of then not fifty feet stood the ruined remains of the gate to Draxelun. It was twice the size of Kresálic and had double doors. In its earlier years it had been marked with many gold runes but now all that could be seen of it was a large pile of bloodstained ash and coals. The pile was just larger than Kresálic and therefore she was unable to see what lied beyond the gate but she knew what lied beyond. She knew because of the two dead elves standing on either side of the gate. Their armor hung limply from their bodies and their swords lay clean at their sides. Neither sword was marked with blood. Each of the men resembled pincushions. Arrows protruded from every joint and a sword lay in one's stomach.
Kresálic unlashed the two daggers at her sides and slowly motioned for the others to do the same. Then all three stealthily crawled over the rubble and ashes of the gate. When they were on the other side they all froze. A cold tear of hatred fled down Kresálic's cheek. The other two sheathed their blades and turned away their glances.
In front of them stood acres upon acres of destruction. Pillars of flame erupted from everywhere and ash nearly blocked out the newly risen sun. Houses once tall and proud were now resting miserably on the cold hard ground. The ground was covered in a thick layer of ash from the thousands of razed buildings. A malevolent air hung over this sorrowful scene as Kresálic gazed unto the valley of death.
“Men.� The cold harsh word slid woefully through Kresálic's clenched teeth. “They must all die. These sinners deserve worse than death. They must all perish under the steel of the Dark Elves. Shall you come with me to my death?� Kresálic said to the others.
“Kresálic, do not be foolish! Men deserve death, but we shall not be the ones to deal it if we charge in alone. We must go to Drazniräk! If we warn them they can send an army to destroy all men.� replied Dranon.
“No Dranon! You are the fool. We would be leading them straight to the Drékel. We must stand and fight!� yelled Deiras angrily.
“I do not ask you to accompany me either of you. It is your choice and your choice alone. But do not think for one second that you shall deny me of my deserved rights to kill men until my blade falls from my bloodied hand.� replied Kresálic, her voice now a cold emotionless rasp.
“We are friends,� replied Dranon, her voice trembling slightly, “Though I have not always agreed with you, we are friends. I would rather die with you at my side than my own siblings. I will go.�
Kresálic's face was ash covered except for small streaks where tears had slid down. She did not smile and she thought she may never again, not until every last human had perished from existence.
“I would never miss a chance to kill men, and I never plan to.� replied Deiras, a maniacal grin spreading across his ash covered face.
Dranon and Deiras both pulled out their bows and nocked an arrow. The three crept silently and stealthily over the destroyed mound and began walking through the city. After a few minutes of walking and still no sign of men they decided to split up.
“Go where you wish. Before noon meet at the old tavern.� said Kresálic as she departed.
Kresálic walked with her head down silently through the endless rows of destruction and ashes until she came to a sudden stop. There in front of her was the house she had been raised in since she was born. There it was a large pile of ashes barely still conformed to the shape of the house.
Kresálic walked up to what she assumed was the door and stepped in. Instantly she was filled with beautiful memories. She began to sob. She continued walking until she found what had been her room. She stepped inside and even more memories flooded her already confused head. She quickly stepped out of here room and started for the door. As she was about the exit she tripped on something. She hit the ground hard and looked back to see what had tripped her.
She instantly broke down sobbing and moaning at the sight of her tripper. It was a very deformed and scorched form. It was barely recognizable as the hand of her mother. The hand protruded from the ground meaning that the rest of the body lay under the floor. Kresálic quickly headed for the door. When she was out she quickly cleared her mind of those disturbing images and seeing nothing better to do she headed for the tavern to meet Dranon and Deiras. As she drew nearer to the tavern her thoughts began to wander.
She thought of how Dranon and Deiras had always been there for her. She thought of her mother's sweet hugs and the great stories she had heard of her father's might and glory. Just then one thought came above all. Dranon and Deiras had been all she had left besides her father. How could she have left them alone when there could be men roaming around. She ran the rest of the way there.
When she reached the tavern at first she believed that she was before Dranon and Deiras and soon they would return too. This thought was cut short when she looked to the ground. Lying on the ground in front of her were two Dark Elves. A long sword slash went straight through the torso of Deiras and his once pretty face was now white and pale. Dranon had three sharp arrows protruding from her stomach. Kresálic let out a loud, piercing, scream and dropped to the ground sobbing. But now it was not only pain she felt. It was wrath and anger and a urging will for human genocide.
She gripped her twin daggers tightly as she departed from the woeful scene and headed for the gate of Draxelun. If there were any thoughts in her head they were all now bent on human extermination and she believed that she would find humans at the gate most likely leaving for another city.
What made Draxelun so special? Why was it Draxelun that must be destroyed first? These thoughts clouded her mind the entire way to the gate. The walk was three miles and Kresálic was there in less than twenty minutes of walking.
As she neared the gate she drew out her bow and one arrow. She quickly nocked it and aimed carelessly for the gate. As soon as the gate came into clear site so did three men standing in front of it. Two were in their mid thirties and had long blond beards and long blond braided hair. The other looked to be more of fifteen and had long black hair in a ponytail. Each were covered in large breast plates and held broadswords at their sides.
Kresálic quickly aimed the first arrow and let it fly. It collided loudly with one of the blond men's head and left a large hole between the eyes. The man fell loosely to the ground, blood streaming from the open crater. Kresálic quickly nocked another arrow and let it fly. It came just short of the black haired man's head as he fled for the cover of a building. The other man did likewise. Kresálic quickly threw down her bow and departed for one of the building with a dagger in each hand.
She slid silently along the side of one of her foe's hiding places. Few of the buildings at the edge of the city were destroyed and therefore served as ideal hiding spots. Kresálic quickly spun around the side of the building prepared to kill anything on the other side. Everything went black as though a cold black sheet had been pulled over her eyes. She hit the ground limply.




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Kresálic woke with a jolt. She was sitting in a large room. She looked up and saw her mother, Dranon and Deiras all stranding around her with blank expressions across their faces. Then something more horrible than she could ever have imagined happened. All three suddenly began to wither under age as though a year could pass in seconds.

i realize the prologue not very good. ill rewrite it soon.


SYNOPSIS

Humans destroy night elf chick's city and she's pissed. She kills thousands of men and then almost gets her father killed and marries a human. (probably the one with a black ponytail from the story.




as i said before the synopsis is very brief

Are the drow in this story supposed to be original or relative towards the way they are generalized in The Dark Elf Series set in the Forgotten Realms.

my dark elves are supposed to be more or less original. not really sure if theyre like the forgotten realms ones cause as i said i never read the drow series.