"DIE LOREKEEPER! DIE!"Startled, Rose looked up to see a Drow woman charging towards Zakiyah with a large book that was incredibly similiar to the Lorekeeper's own. Zak had time to give Rose a "what the HELL...???" look as War Scribe came barreling toward them, before leaping aside at the last moment. She was surprisingly nimble- 600 years of dancing had given her a fair amount of agiliy, and War Scribe, having missed with her book, found herself tumbling into empty air.
Rose backed up and slid her palm coverings around, baring her hands. She held them in front of her, not calling up the smoke just yet. She quickly studied the Drow and her brows creased. For a Drow, the woman looked extremely similar to Zakiyah. Same build, grace of movement...book. She hadn't thought there were any other Lorekeepers.
"What's this about? Who the hell are you?" Zak demanded, having rolled to a stop a few yards away. She unwrapped the hampering sari and tucked it in her belt, in case this fight wasn't over. "I should tell you your efforts will be pointless- I cannot die!" Well, that wasn't strictly true, but Zak really didn't want to explain it now. "Not to mention I already encountered Death today, and she'd be pretty annoyed to have to come by here again!"
Zak continued eying the drow woman indignantly and started fishing in her own book for some sort of weapon.
Having missed her target; War Scribe quickly got to her feet and went into a low fighting crouch. Hissing at Zakiyah like a cobra poised to strike; the Drow Chronicler reached into the spine of her book, drew forth a dagger and smiled sinisterly at
her prey saying, "At long last I have found you, Zakiyah! I am War Scribe, Chronicler of The Regulators, FEAR ME AND KNOW THAT I AM YOUR DEATH!"
And with that, War Scribe sprang at Zakiyah slashing at her across the Lorekeeper's stomach as she moved by her target with an almost cat-like grace!
This obviously was a private matter of some sort between two who collected history and Rose wasn't sure if she should interfere. Knowing how proud a woman the Lorekeeper was, she didn't want to offend by implying that Zakiyah couldn't take care of herself. Though from the look of it, Zakiyah didn't know what this was all about. Rose knew the Drow couldn't actually kill Zakiyah, but she didn't want to just stand there while her friend got hurt.
Smoke issued out from her palms and she prepared to either hurl it or shape it into solidity. "Zakiyah?" Rose asked, wanting to know if she should become involved.
