Daelyn (Niveau 3) mail warning

Daelyn had stood in a dark corner unnoticed for several hours, peering down the alley that passers-by seemed to pay no attention to. She had, however, been able to see some rather strange people entering or leaving it, disappearing or appearing suddenly, but none of them corresponded to the memories she had of the two women she was looking for. Yet she was sure of it, the residues of magic that she had followed all this week, in the four corners of this most disconcerting city, belonged to her world of origin, simply disappearing between these two houses of this suburban district.

When she got there in the morning, the drow had tried to follow the trail further, constantly getting lost in the magical mist that enveloped her as soon as she set foot in the alley. She had even tried to slip in after this strange wolf-girl, only to end up once again returning to her starting point, no further ahead but more frustrated.
It had been no use trying to go through the Shadowfell either, and none of the spells and rituals she knew had proven effective. Despite nightfall, when she was most comfortable there, she had begun to feel a strange feeling, as if she herself was being watched. Still, she was sure that no one could see her from the material plane, and the protective spells she wore were supposed to repel most forms of divination.

As she observed a young oriental woman who strolled with a nonchalant gait and filled with infinite self-confidence, a shiver ran down her spine. But her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the characteristic sound of flapping wings. Looking up at the starry sky, she finally saw her. Her nemesis, the one who had caused her so much suffering at the hands of the gods, the one she had pursued for almost fifty years across different worlds.
She had finally found her; she no longer had any doubts. Even from this distance, speeding through the sky carrying a man who looked anything but comfortable. She had not changed since they last met, unlike Daelyn. Despite everything, she was surprised to see the two wings of shadows that carried her.

Her hand clenched on the hilt of the dagger at her side, seeing her turn around in the sky before heading straight back for the heart of the city. But once again, a shiver ran through her spine, the previously felt sense of threat growing stronger. She directed her gaze to the alley again and was surprised to see the young oriental leaning against a wall not far away, chatting with another woman with amethyst hair who could have been her sister.
Suddenly both women turned to her, staring with rare intensity at the exact place where she was, a wicked smile on their lips, the aura of their true nature overwhelming her. Daelyn was seized with panic fear and fled into the shadows that were her home. How could they have seen her? Why were these two great wyrms here?

She did not stop until the sense of threat had faded, stepping out of the shadow cast by one of the city's Towers. She would have to be more careful than expected, and gather as much information as possible before she could act. And she knew very few more effective ways to get people talking than on a comfortable bed.
She glanced around the building and headed for the entrance where the most cosmopolitan population she had ever seen crossed paths.

Born about 300 years ago in the Underdark, Daelyn was a drow, a former high priestress of Lolth rejected by her goddess after failing to do her will, and given to Shar to become a shade. She has white long hair and black eyes, an ash-grey skin covering a slender yet enjoyable body. She often wears a black leather set of clothes and boots, or a black and white dress, both hiding several daggers.

This is a story telling role-play character linked to my other alts, so please don't DM me if that's not what you're looking for.