The Zen'Drir
Silvia and Sylvaron Zen'Drir
7th Hammer

Story by
Xantrani Daethmastre
Edited by Wyndforge

he air stood still, deathly still. It entered the lungs chilled and damp with a hint of mold and decay that lingered from the graveyard. This land where gods dwelled was known as the Plane of Valor, yet Silvia could sense no gallantry. Her long time mate Sylvaron was alert, for past experience has taught him that the inhabitants of this region would attack without discrimination.

Although they had perfected their ability to kill as a duo, they elected the safety of a larger group this day. A fellow dark elven cleric of Innoruuk, an ogre warrior, a troll shaman, and a leather clad troll with the largest alligator they’d even seen joined immediately.

The troll, fully clad in blood soaked chain mail invoked the spirits of supernatural beings to shroud the vile troop, while the archon summoned unrighteous protective coverings for all. Silvia knew only too well to command her serpent staff to haste the melee, while she beckoned a soft voice to calm the caster’s mind.

The ogre, impatient and haughty, fired an arrow into a worm he spotted a short distance away. The beast charged and the party immediately braced for the impact. Sylvaron approached the monster from the rear, hoping to pierce it critically with his spear. The rest of the team furiously hacked at the beast while Silvia quietly surveilled the landscape for other fiends that wandered by too closely.

The worm fell by the hand of Sylvaron. He looked up with a sly grin upon his face, and winked his right eye at his Silvia while ever-so lightly licking his lip. She returned the gesture by nodding slightly upward while a blowing a kiss towards her love. It was a routine they’d shared a million times before, after every single life they’d exterminated. The rest of the group were too busy to notice the chemistry between the two lovers, as the minions of this plane were herded into slaughter.

But it was always the way with Silvia and Sylvaron. Their affection, although obvious to themselves, appeared cloaked to the rest of the world. Such is the way of the Zen'Drir.