In the Footsteps of the Grey Company RPG

[Annalaliath]

Gaeriel followed Gorthroth through the halls. She heard his plan and hated it. She did not want to follow these orders. "Anyway," she thought, " I have no treasures to keep, just the sword and the dead." She looked at this as sport but she did not like to hunt with others. She flickered between her tow forms as she thought on this. Gaeriel lagged behind. She, without the knowledge of Gorthroth slipped into her own territory. TO wait there.

She smiled as she walked by her trophy of the dead orc, and she smiled. She thought back many centuries to those days that had been taken from her. Her children had been alive and grown when she had come here. Her heart so cold and evil still ached to see them, but knew she couldn't. These thoughts were what she tried to avoid. instead she turned her energies to thinking out her plans. Building her unseen webs. She would lure them here. She walked by her own body, skeleton really, and looked at it. She decided to move it down the way a little; bone by bone. The decaying orc was moved to another hall too. Arranging both faces to the earth and poised in such a way as to denote terror.

She then hovered in the mouth of her tunnels and caves, about two, lurking; waiting, just waiting for the game...