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Kodos
01-21-2012, 06:47 PM
I. The Beginning of the End

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I65ZARucotc
Ų̕u̴l̢͜g̕͝'̴ḿ̶a,̶͞ ̛̀̕a͢͞g͡ q҉̕a̧͟m̷.̡҉͠ (http://i.imgur.com/3HQrP.png)

S̵̡h̨̢k͡u҉l̸ ͏̸a̷ņ'̵͜zi̵ģ́ ́͝q͜v̴̡s̢a͟͞͝k̷͢͡f̸́ ́͞kssh̵͝'̴͡͝g̷a̢,̸͢͞ ͜à̵g'̧t̴̷h̀͝y͠za̛͠k̸͡ ̶̢͞a̢̕g̛͘t̛h̷̵͢ù̧.́ (http://i.imgur.com/MrNB4.jpg)

V̀w͡yq ͏͡a͞g̷̕t̕҉h͟ ̡͢s͏̛͟s͏h͘ơ̧q͡͏͠'m̨͘e̕g D͟҉̧̡͟u̶̴̢e̷̕͡v͡҉v̸͞͝e̡҉̶r̕͘͡͡a҉҉̀̕k̵͘͜͟ v̕r̷̕͞a̸̵̢ ̶z̴͝z͘͞͞ ̧ś̢̢h͝f̸k҉̷ ̵q͟w̷̨̢o̴͢r҉ ҉̷̢g̷̛à̵'̧͘͡h́͠ą̶̕l̡͝à̧hs̡̢͠ ̀͘a͘͠͡g͢t̛h̀u̴̵͟.̡҉ (http://i.imgur.com/M3ffi.jpg)

D͏̴́͏̢u͏̨e̵҉v̧v̶̕e̶̡͡͏̀r̴͟a̢͜͠͏k̸̸̶͟͢ w̧g͘͞ah̢̡'n͏͡a̶͘g̸̸l̶ ͏͝fh̶̶ţa͏̷ģn̷̨.̡͘ (http://i.imgur.com/VAQJ6.jpg)

***

Ages ago, in times immemorial, mighty Lolth broke with the hated, weak, Seldarine and led Her chosen, the greatest of all Elves, to the Underdark. There the Drow prospered and grew mighty, while the pathetic and hideous weakling creatures of the World Above wallowed in their own filth and languished in squalor.

Now, approximately three-thousand five-hundred and one years after the destruction of the traitorous Great House Deisenin, three young Drow have broken with their prior house and set on their own, seeking to acquire fame, fortune, and the connections needed to establish a house of their own and become powerful.

For Goddess and glory!

***

The city of Kuttra Taur was one of the larger Drow cities of the Garethkullgen region of the Upperdark. With Ilharess Aryyna Faernsenger (http://i.imgur.com/dIFZz.jpg) herself as its valsharess, the city was one of the main centers of Faernsenger power and influence in the Underdark and their center of operations within Garethkullgen. Tolerant, by Drow standards, the large city was home to a ghetto in which non-Drow may live with only a small chance of being kidnapped and sold in the city's sizable slave market.

Like nearly all the Faernsenger settlements of Garethkullgen, Kuttra Taur was somewhat unique, architecturally. The city's 'buildings' (excepting those of the alien's ghetto) were all enormous and magically shaped and grown fungi, from the home of the lowliest freewoman to the extravagant tower of Aryyna Faernsenger herself. Furthermore, many, if not most, of the city's rank and file guards and soldiers were, rather than freewomen, freemen, or even conventional slaves, were specially grown and enslaved strains of Myconid (http://i.imgur.com/EVgCw.jpg).

Kuttra Taur itself was located upon an island within a massive vault that contained the massive mushroom forest of Kuttraphreng to the east, and the many islands of the Lolth's Coast region, to which Kuttra Taur itself belonged.

***

Within the city of Kuttra Taur there was a bar. Well, it was a Drow city, so there were a lot of bars. But it was within one bar, the Hole in the Wall tavern, that our story begins, in a bar heavy with the smell of drugs, incense, and alcohol, and three Drow gathered around a table.

Regantor
01-21-2012, 09:16 PM
The first of the three counterparts lay draped across a lounging chair, indolently coughing for a moment before continuing her story.

Neitar Inthuul (http://www.freewebs.com/handcannon/MoontanTzeenchB.jpg) was sleek, sharp, cold. Beautiful as a fine onyx statue, monocrome aside from her thin, vicious scarlet eyes. Through her demeanour was sluggish, distant, slurred, everything else about the telepath was classy and almost otherworldly in form. "...So... this shrill liddle Gobline man... he's livin' inside tha wine barrulz tha entire time... Eatin' scraps inside place, 'e was... Poor lite sweatheart..." Short backcombed white hair, small preened eyebrows, full black-coated lips, and the black knife-point angular tattoos below her eyes made for an image far too predatory to be making any remark so sympathetically. "So, 'course, Zuokx... He picks up, and he drops... entire stone pillar on dere' booze shack he does! Propurly fuckin' crushes tha lite shit he does, I don' even tell 'im!... Ha!..."

She was severely stoned and hammered, explaining the speech tone, but the other two had learnt by now not to expect anything else from her during their lifetimes. She had picked up nicknames like 'Soft bitch', 'monster lover' and 'grim slow-ass milf' for a reason. As classy and expensive as the void-coloured, heavily feather-dowed dress she was wearing, the fact that she revealed practically none of her form said alot about her quite un-Drowy level of ambitions... At least, unless she was the best liar in the underdark.

"... Ah... Fuh... Wha' we talkin' bout 'gain?... My head... spinning..."

Evil_Cake
01-22-2012, 06:30 PM
Alsiif (http://www.freewebs.com/handcannon/MoontanClawsB.jpg) fell asleep halfway through Neitar's story. She had already been slumped back in a chair, so the combination of comfort, boredom, and booze easily led to this event. Her dozed off face held an innocent expression, but through her slightly opened mouth, one could see fangs. Meanwhile, her claws were clutched around a full goblet of purple fungus wine. As the sleeping drow softly snored, the cup would slide closer and closer to the edge of the table. She was wearing such a lovely spider silk gown tonight... it'd be terrible if it got stained.

Superdooperphailmachine
01-23-2012, 06:35 AM
Ryyna (http://www.freewebs.com/handcannon/MoontanKeeperC.jpg) was probably the wealthiest and best looking girl of the group, her hair was cut and dyed by the best stylists and she wore a leather jacket studded with pure platinum.
She kicked the table, sending Alsiif's wine over the edge.
"you were going to Kiss Aryyna's ass, or something." Ryyna took a sip of her own wine.
"I heard she is hosting a party at Edonilche'el later, so that'd be the place to go."

Regantor
01-23-2012, 11:26 AM
A small crimson-robed figure began to move even before Ryyna had kicked the table, jutting out with a lithe little pale hand and catching the wine goblet in mid-air...

Neitar just shrugged heavily, slapped the shrowded wee thing over the back of the head with force, then claimed the purple drink for herself. "Don' do tha! You Lolth-cursed ugly liddl' birth defect!"

It quickly retreated back into the surrounding tabacco/incense/mega cocaine(?) smoke, and it's master once again mellowed out by taking a gulp of her 'winnings'. "Aryyna is a sleezy bitch an' always keeps 'er doors open... Probally tha best person to talk with..." The glazed Drow regarded Ryyna, also begining to flick a few spots of wine at Alsiif in an effort to wake her up softly. "Some weird shite supposed to be goin' on with 'er daughter, her... but by Lolth's tits, neither of you gashes bettar mention tha' one... I've 'eard some serious shite bout the last wuns who did... for serious!"

"...So... Erm, where... is it... 'gain?..."

Evil_Cake
01-23-2012, 11:53 AM
Without opening her eyes, Alsiif brought her hands to her mouth and tried to drink from a cup that wasn't there. After a moment of thought, she leaned her head and hands back farther, still trying to drink. Another pause, and she opened her eyes, "Oh, its gone," and rubbed her face. "Have you two come up with a plan yet?"

Regantor
01-24-2012, 02:27 PM
Neitar heard this, but decided lighting a new stogie was a more pressing concern.

"...A party at Edonil...-cha'il?...-cholda?... -A party at dere valsharess' place, later. Tha Aryyna women." She explained ponderously, exhaling a thick plume of smoke all the while. "Plenty freindly, she's supposed to be. Gotta be a good place for us to earn a few favours, fo' sure..."

"After tha... 'guess we can squeeze out some land she dun' want... or start movin' on somebody who Faernsenger is enemies with, maybe." Her eyes narrowed further at the last part, and she gained a bit more of a twisted grin. "Dis Faernsenger woman... Definate' tha key..."

Springing into action triumphantly, she then... Well, sat back down again with a massive urn of ale in hand, and poured the three of them a new round. "Plus somma this."

Evil_Cake
01-24-2012, 07:55 PM
"Schmoozing? Thats the plan?" Alsiif leaned against the table with her head in her hands. "Kinda boring, but you've probably thought this out a lot, haven't you?" She spent the next few minutes trying to drink her ale without moving her hands off her face.

Kodos
01-25-2012, 05:39 PM
***

The tower of the valsharess was, unsurprisingly, the tallest building/mushroom in the city, although the Temple of Lolth, naturally, came close.

There was already a lot of activity about the tower, and more guards, Myconid and otherwise - especially the latter. Had to keep the riff-raff out.

Riff-raff like Ryyna, Alsiif, and Neit, probably.

Superdooperphailmachine
01-25-2012, 05:55 PM
Rynna tried to just walk on in as if she belonged there.

Bluff: 1d20+21=36 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3344030/)

Kodos
01-25-2012, 06:07 PM
That didn't quite go well.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"I don't recognize her, either."
"She's not armed though..."
The two Drow guards, both female of course, immediately took exception.
"Who the fuck are you, and why in the name of Lolth do you think the Ilharess would want to have you as a guest?"

Superdooperphailmachine
01-25-2012, 06:21 PM
"Well I'm way better looking than your other guests for a start" Ryyna smiled, and produced a bottle of wine from somewhere.
"I'm new in town, and thought I'd pay the Ilharess a visit, heard she likes wine so I picked her up this old bottle"

Kodos
01-25-2012, 07:11 PM
One of the guards snatched the bottle out of Ryyna's hands and gave it a look over before handing it back. "These two sluts with you? And I guess that'll do."

Superdooperphailmachine
01-25-2012, 07:14 PM
"Yeah, see ya."
Ryyna enters party.

Regantor
01-25-2012, 09:20 PM
Neitar followed closely, trying to keep her head low and instead just looking a bit awkward because of her slight height advantage compared to the others. Her walk was like a swaggering dance, just playful enough to blurr the lines between rediculously playful and drunk out of her skull.

"Nice wun rich girl. Didn't thin-k'twas gunna be that easy..."

The offbeat crow seemed to be fretting about not bringing her servants with her, and so instead, her dress was now awash with a constant jingiling noise comming from all the pocket-sized anti-poison potions and hard liqiuor the drow had crammed onto her person.

Evil_Cake
01-25-2012, 09:40 PM
Alsiif waited until they were out of earshot of the bouncers, then laughed, "Wow! Guards really suck~", and continued to follow her comrades.

Regantor
01-26-2012, 04:09 PM
"Yeah! Whimpy-ass layabouts! Sweat, ain't it!?" Neitar just kept swishing her dress around, walking backwards with a large smile. What was going through her head, through, was not quite on the same track. "Aryyna mus' be a proper mega bitch to still be alive without em' thro', right'? Like a dragon-wrestling friggin' tyrant whore! Shit, you gon' got me excited now!"

Neitar casts conceal thoughts on herself.

Kodos
01-26-2012, 05:50 PM
Laelda'uren, in Edonilche'el, was miles away, yet thanks to the magic portals that interconnected Aryyna Faernsenger's various homes it was, for the trio, literally a doorway away and a room over.

***

The party was being held, primarily, in one of the large auditoriums of Laelda'uren's upper levels. It was probably like what Ryyna and the others would have expected from a high-scale Drow party - there were Bards straining to play music loud enough to be heard over the sounds of other forms of entertainment and the general din of the party, various couches and divans where seated Drow conversed and/or engaged in intercourse with eachother and/or some of Aryyna's complementary Succubi. And many tables with various exotic and expensive foods, drinks, and drugs - not to mention the various drugs being burnt as incense.

The hall itself was lavishly decorated as well, with the walls lined with windows overlooking the city on one end, and various paintings on the other. Masterfully carved statues, and Medusae made 'statues' also lined the room

There were lots of people, and slaves and demons too. Presumably most of them were important. Where to begin!?

Superdooperphailmachine
01-26-2012, 06:05 PM
Ryyna headed over to the nearest table and began helping herself to hors d'oeuvres.
"Okay, I'm going to find the Ilharess, you two can come with or do whatever, I don't care either way."

Regantor
01-26-2012, 06:47 PM
Neitar, of course, went for the booze table first, giving Ryyna little more than a nod of agnowlagement. Never the less, she did unhook the back of her dress and allowed the feathery mass to fall down just below her shoulders; All the better to bait out some nice information with. Rich wench could locate the Ilharess, and she could concentrate on finding out what other delicious monsters were lurking around, just out of sight...

Gather information; 1d20+12=17 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3345256/)

Evil_Cake
01-26-2012, 07:03 PM
"I want to see her..." Alsiif decided to shadow Ryyna.

Kodos
01-26-2012, 08:21 PM
Aryyna was off by one of the windows, two gorgeous Succubi at her sides, and a gaggle of hanger ons, moochers, and courtesans clustering about her. The ilharess herself was much as Ryyna had heard - exceptionally gorgeous, even by Drow standards, and very well endowed, again even by Drow standards. She was clad in a fur lined leotard of sorts with a neckline that was more aptly described as a navel-line, and with a pipe in one hand, and a glass of some exotic wine in the other, laughing and talking with her entourage.

***

Neit was able to find out some of the other important guests about. Ilharess T'puuli Rendanvlos was in attendance, apparently, as was Ilharess Z'hrenil Maelthra and her two daughters. Beyond that there were various other important Faernsenger higher-ups, plus high ranking priestesses, a few valsharesses, and various local courtesans, artists, and businesswomen of note.

And, of course, Aryyna's only daughter; Ustdalharil Draeva Faernsenger, Valsharess of Wa'q Delmah.

Regantor
01-26-2012, 08:56 PM
Ah, the Illharesses' daughter... Somewhere in her stupor Neit had forgotten all about that part. Still, the implications were frightening. The swooning crow had heard a rumour not so far back, that two imbeciles had been publicly flayed alive for suggesting something bed-based was going on between her and her mother. Maybe not such a good idea to just try and read her thoughts, then...

Neitar just lit up a new stogie and observed for a moment, trying to judge the woman's mood. Well, staring at her chest bits, too, but mostly trying to judge her mood.

Timing was everything. The minute the woman seemed bored, Neitar swooped in, shrouded in a fog of cigar smoke, a bottle dangling lazily from the ends of her fingers. Every classy and mysterious nuance she knew was burning at full blaze. "Tha' hooks in this dress seem all kinds a messed up. You wanna... rip it open for me, darlin'?"

With any luck, that bit was her talking and not the drink.

Kodos
01-27-2012, 08:08 PM
Draeva Faernsenger looked at Neitar, blinked a few times, and then laughed. "I wasn't paying attention to anything you just said." Another giggle - another heavy shot of whatever alcohol and/or drug was in the glass she was spilling everywhere. "Ahaha... what?"

Regantor
01-27-2012, 09:13 PM
"You'rrr Valsharshess Draeva Faernseunger, aren' ya?..." Neitar mellowed out a little, speaking through her cigar. A sly smirk formed around it's edges; Truth was, one good drunkard likes another. Less effort to talk properly involved. "...No, I'm an idiot, 'course yu'r her, look at'cha..."

"...'ere." The hand holding the bottle extended to head level, revealing itself to be human-made brandy from the surface. Part of Neit's own pricey stash.

Evil_Cake
02-05-2012, 09:08 PM
Ryyna didn't seem to be making an advance, so Alsiif decided to take action. She grabbed Ryyna's shoulders from behind and steered her towards the ilharess. "Hi! Great party..." Alsiif let Rynna's shoulders go, but wrapped them around her midsection instead. "Um... my friend here wanted to ask you something." She rested her chin on Rynna's back, and looked like she might fall asleep again...

Kodos
02-10-2012, 05:07 PM
Aryyna looked at Ryyna, and then to Alsiif, and then back to Ryyna, and then laughed (her hanger-ons all, naturally, felt compelled to join in). "Who the fuck are you two?"

***

Draeva downed her drink before grabbing the bottle of brandy out of Neit's hands and examining it. "Goood shtuff. I meen, it wurks." She giggled and looked Neit over. "Yur kinda hot. Dun't recognish you, tho." She pulled Neit in close, kissed her deeply, and then shrugged. "Nope. Wotsyur name?"

Regantor
02-12-2012, 09:25 PM
A little suprised, Draeva ended up with half of Neit's cigar smoke. The remaining fog leaked out through a surly, fangful grin. "Miss... Neat-awr In-full." She drawled her name out slowly, half making fun of herself, half posturing the sylables as if to make out that she was from some exotic wonderland.

After a quick look was sent towards the woman's upper body, and Neit made a face that could only be called both highly amused and terrified. "So... This gonna be the part where you gonna chop me into bits for touchin' that, mighty miss Valsharshess?... That's what most'ave em 'ed do, fur'sure..." Danger or no danger, Neitar's renegade subconcious was already sending a hand on a landing run.

Kodos
02-12-2012, 11:56 PM
Draeva giggled. "I like being touched." Another giggle as she pulled Neit in close. "Yore kinda pretty, Neiful... Nein? Neit-whoever ya are. Where'd you say yousfrom? Haven't sheen you at any of mom's partees befour."

Regantor
02-14-2012, 01:01 AM
"Not im-pour-tunt." Neit kept up a veneer of strange allure, through also relishing in the exercise of feeling up a Valsharshess' chest and midriff. The idea that you could normally get killed for this kinda thing was not just one of the drunkard's many dillusions. "Split from the 'ouse, now strikin' out with my sis'ers... A gaudy grinny one with braids and a sure-cut bitch with short arms and deep pockets. You'll see 'em."

Snatching a cheap drink from a passing manservant without breaking eye contact, Neit moved to kiss the woman again, -but then feinted away, and altered course to gnaw playfully on her earlobe instead. "...They were righ' un when they said yur mom had serious class, f'sure..."

A tactical chugging of the drink took place immediately afterwards. Damn it, kissing Neit was like fencing...

"You and her... It's real sweet... dunno how I'd work tha'..."

Kodos
02-14-2012, 09:52 PM
"Year, mom'sh pre'y wond'ful." Draeva smiled, downing a bottle of something she grabbed from a passing slave before shoving the bottle back in the Human woman's face and smiling back at Neit and brushing her own undyed hair back with a bit of a giggle. Taking Neitar by the hand, Draeva led her over to the nearest divan and screamed at the couple currently making out on it to fuck off (and given their eagerness to comply, Draeva pulled rank) and got down on it and pulled Neit down on top of her, laughing. "Shoyore tryn'a get on my gooside, sexy? An' mom's?" Another laugh. "Ahahaha, aaah. Thin' may be bi' drunk. Mebs high?" Another laugh. "You're cute."

Regantor
02-14-2012, 11:16 PM
"Well, 'eh, money is goode..." Neit smiled, carefully grinding off the lit end of her cigar against her oversized wrist buckle. Finishing the remainder of that unidentified drink hastily, she then just threw the goblet over her shoulder before lustfully joining lips with her new host again. It tasted like warm poision; Caustic and addictive, in a goodish sort of way. "But I dun like it so much I'd get in bed with just anybody... You, stunnin' miss Valsharshess hun, you're not just anybody. Wouldna' believe if I was told it, only now that I seen ya..."

She wasn't going to tell the others, but she was basically broke. So why not make some money on the job? It could even make her seem a bit more genuine to Draeva. Drow don't do 'free' favours, after all. "Whadda'yu say hottness?"

Kodos
02-14-2012, 11:22 PM
"'M Valsharshess. Mom's Ilharshess." Draeva giggled, nibbling playfully on Neit's lower lip before biting down reasonably hard, although not enough to draw blood. "The priv-privileg-pleasure woul' be yours, not mines." Another laugh and a smile. "But you got drive, ilike tha'. Mom may haf' some wor' fer you and your sistars." Draeva gave an exaggerated frown. "Now shu'up and fuck me, or I'll go fine sommun 'oo will."

Oh, Draeva.

Superdooperphailmachine
02-17-2012, 08:02 PM
"Move over losers" Rynna forced her way over to Arryna, and gave her the wine.
"I'm Rynna, but that is enough about me, calling you the Sexiest Drow alive would be an understatement and you are super fashionable, I hope that by fucking you some of your excellence will rub off on me."

Kodos
02-17-2012, 08:36 PM
The Ilharess took the drink and handed it to one of her slaves who nodded, before she turned back to face Rynna and laughed, her hanger-ons joining in. "What makes you think I want to fuck you? Are you so sure I'm that drunk?" Aryyna proceeded to grab Rynna's fur scarf off from around her neck and examine it, before handing it back to her. "Bitches, leave." She said to her hanger ons, shooing them with her hands. When she was alone with Ryyna and Alsiif she smiled at the girls. "Alright, so you're not that bad looking. I'm interested. I want you to fuck me, not fuck with me. Who're you two, and what do you want? Besides me. Everyone wants me, but that's a different matter, and I cannot help the fact that the Goddess recognized my superiority before birth and rewarded me accordingly."

Evil_Cake
02-22-2012, 06:06 PM
"I'm Alsiif, and this is Rynna.. Heheh your names are pretty similar.." She paused for a moment to think about that, then started again. "We were hoping to exchange.. ah.. 'mutual favors'..."

Superdooperphailmachine
02-22-2012, 06:24 PM
"Me and my cousins are starting our own house, and having the most influential woman in the world as an ally would certainly make things a lot easier"

Kodos
02-22-2012, 06:33 PM
"Oh my! Aren't we forward!" Aryyna laughed, with an exaggerated bounce in her movements that made it hard to concentrate. Or maybe it was the drugs. Or maybe it *was* her tits. Or maybe both?

"Ahaa." Still carefully holding her glass in one hand, she pulled Ryyna in close, squashing her Ryynabits up against her own Aryynabits. "That's kind of a turn on, though. I like a bitch with drive." She pushed Ryyna away, turning her around in the process and giving her a slap on the rear. "But now is pleasure, shithead. Business is later. If I can be bothered to remember who the fuck you two are, and I'm not passed out in the arms of some lovely woman - or women - after the party, we can talk business. Until then go. Shoo!" She waved a hand before sipping her wine again. "Enjoy yourselves." Blowing a kiss and giving the two chest-wiggle for good measure, Aryyna turned around and made her way towards a Drow lady almost as curvy as she was, who was currently busy talking to one of the Succubus servants.

Kodos
02-23-2012, 10:01 PM
The rest of the party was lovely, although Neit spent most of it drifting in and out of consciousness. At one point Draeva apparently had too much to drink, and threw up all over the floor, but she made one of the Duergar slaves clean it with his beard, and that was pretty funny.

Aryyna spent most of her time talking with, flirting with, making out with, and fucking a muscular Drow woman who was obviously Ilharess T'puuli Rendanvlos since, you know, it's not like muscles on Drow were common.

***

After the party, the trio were made to wait in another room and offered potions to sober up and clear their heads. Probably had less to do with Aryyna wanting them lucid, and more to do with her not wanting them vomiting on her.

***

They were taken to a circular chamber, largely taken up by the large hot bath that dominated most of the room. The pool itself had countless surface flowers and flower petals floating atop the water and the sides had many jars and vases of exotic oils, and burning incense, drug mist, and candles places upon them. It was all very lovely.
The walls lining most of the pool were windows overlooking Edonilche'el, although between them and the shelf was a large semi-circular tank full of various surface fish.
Aryyna was already in the pool, fully nude of course, and looking herself almost as lovely as the setting. She really did live up to her reputation.

"Draeva will be joining us shortly. You lot wanted something? Out with it."

Superdooperphailmachine
02-24-2012, 10:55 PM
"I am planning to take the 'Great' house Ku'nal's land in Neinarmir. I figure that will give our new house a strong start."
Ryyna slid out of her dress and got into the pool.
"We would just need a quick way into the city and assurance that other houses won't jump on us, and if they think that you are behind the take-over they definitely won't."

Kodos
02-24-2012, 11:01 PM
Aryyna wait until Ryyna finished before laughing at her. "Ahahaha, sorry, sorry. Oh, oh, oh Goddess, you were serious, weren't you?"

"I don't know what's funnier, that you think you three alone could take an entire city by yourselves, just like that, or that you're asking me to help you out for nothing in exchange. I said you were cute, but you're not that cute. You're kind of dumb. T'puuli punch you in the head or something?"

Regantor
02-24-2012, 11:12 PM
"We 'ave a plan beyond just runnin' at the walls with daggurs, for sure, ma sweet lady." Neit added, taking a far greater time stripping down. Darker skinned than the other two, bordering on onyx-black, the tattoos made her form look like a weird collection of hovering blue feather-shapes if you allowed your eyes to blur it into the background. "They 'ure isolated in Garethkullgen, ya see. So isolated 'er daughter might jus' have dreams of makin' 'er own little house."

Sliding into the pool like a layer of smoke, Neitar then just drifted closer to Aryyna whilst keeping a soft, surly, enticing tone in her voice. "So, we make tha' bit the head of the snake, so ta speak. All tha' would be lef'd is tha' there empte shell in Neinarmur..."

Kodos
02-24-2012, 11:24 PM
Aryyna took some chocolate from a bowl on the edge of the pool and ate it before continuing. "Meh. And? I still don't see what you all want from me, or what is in this for me."

Regantor
02-25-2012, 12:08 AM
"We can make this look like your master stroke, if ya'd like, hon... A whole great 'ouse plucked into your pocket, in one day, just three wenches... If we die, well, nobody gotta know." Neitar closed her eyes and dashed some water through her hair, building up an alluring, comfortable aura. Of course, this relaxation was a facade, both of her friends knew; She didn't have a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. "...Failin' that... My darlin' Rynna here oughta work out somethin' like a percentage for ya."

She shot a sly look towards Rynna after the comment. If somebody had to pay cash in hand, it could only be her, really. Alsiif hadn't the best luck with kids and Neit herself was just nigh broke.

"As my sis' was sayin', we jus' need a quick way into Neinarmur there, and a good ally to stop any ol' enemy from knockin' down our door the minute we graspin' dat power, hun."

"Really, could only be you. Knew that when I seen your Ustdalharil Draeva. That fire. That will... and your body..." An excited look suddenly broke into her gaze, savouring some truly unclean moment in her imagination. "It's a weapon like no other, my dear Ilharess."

Evil_Cake
02-25-2012, 12:12 AM
Alsiif tossed her gown to the side and hopped into the pool. Her entrance sent a wave through the water's surface. At first she was going to say something, but then she realized how damn comfortable the water was. She just zoned out by the side of the bath and began slowly sinking further and further into the water.

Kodos
02-25-2012, 10:05 PM
As if on cue, Draeva arrived. PLAYER 5 HAS JOINED THE GAME.
"Mom, bitches, Neit." She smiled. She took a place by her mothers side, grabbing some chocolate for herself and eating it quickly. Smiling as she allowed herself to sink down a bit in the wonderful water. Strangely, neither her nor her mother made any sexual gestures towards eachother. The closest they came was Aryyna embracing her daughter and kissing her on the forehead. And Draeva called her mom. WTF is this shit?

"So you three think you can just walk into Che'eld've-" Aryyna interrupted herself to call out Draeva who was chugging wine from one of the bottles she'd taken along the edges of the pool. "Draeva! Wine is meant to be savored." Draeva's response was to splash water towards Aryyna, laugh (which got a smile from Aryyna) and stick her tongue out. "It's mean to be drunk... Drank?"

"Pardon my daughter. She's a lovely girl, but she's terrible taste. Poor thing even fucks men." "Well fuck you too, mom!" Draeva laughed before hugging Aryyna.

"One of you is demonblooded. What makes you think you can last a few seconds in Che'eld'velven before you are killed for being an 'abomination,' let alone get close enough to Akyssa to talk to her? And what makes you think Akyssa has either the means or the desire to usurp her mother? I don't think Akyssa is quite as stupid as you lot, and I think that cunt knows better than to try it. 'Sides I'm still not clear what is in this for me that's worth the effort of covering your sorry asses, or having my name attached to this shitstorm in the making."

Regantor
02-26-2012, 01:03 AM
Neit physically swooned upon the arrival of Draeva, enjoying the fact that the considerably stunning woman had remembered her name after all. It was incredibly tempting to drow a few lewd suggestions straight into the vixen's mind, but there was no telling what kind of remote veiwing kit the Ilharess had placed within the chamber, so...

"Mornin, Ustdalharil... you're lookin... f-fantastic." Her voice made a staggered tone, sharp eyes darting back and forth to gauge Aryyna's reactions. Body language clearly spoke of the desire to say something rather less tame. The weird-ass freindly relationship between them didn't exactly help, either.

Her mind snapped back to the task at hand. Just one demonblooded? Good, this meant that Aryyna couldn't predict her psionic trickery either. Too bad Alsiif's claws were so obvious, in contrast. She felt sorry for the poor twisted dreg. No wonder she had such a shabby bed-life.

Oh yeah, the task. "Lady Ilharess, please don' be taking tha grandness of our plan as stupidity. I would'na insult your intelligence so much by suggestin something so blunt." She crossed her hands behind her back now, and contemplated hard about how to win the woman over. "We both oughta know tha money is jus' money. Junk is junk. Peoples are the only commodity I choose ta believe in. Think about how highly that chunky sweetheart Illharess T'puuli will think of ya if we bust in one of 'er chief enemies."

"I own several little psion dregs, baroque little filthy pieces of art they are. Rynna has her deep pockets, too. Alsiif can pull the head of a riding lizard if nothing else." A smile grew and grew, perfectly approximating the word 'drowy' with it's sadistic glint. Despite keeping her respective distance, her subconscious was making her arc her chest outwards in an alluring pose. "All we need to do is plant a few little ideas for now. Make their people our people. Nobody knows who we are, sure. And none ov'em will see us commin, neither."

Kodos
02-26-2012, 04:41 AM
Aryyna smiled. "So, let me get this straight. You want me to help you get an entire city for yourselves - and quite a nice one may I add - and in exchange you are offering me nothing except the theory that it will help me gain the respect of a retard. Well, fuck, I don't know how I could refuse an offer like that!" Draeva laughed, apparently enjoying her other telling off the group.

"First of all, T'puuli's already quite enamored with me, and why not? I mean, look at me. And I'm rather fond of the lady, myself. But that's not the point. Point is your plan is stupid and you're not very good at this. See, normally, the sycophants come to me asking me what they can do for me, and understand how these things work, and also they seem to understand that when there's a beautiful woman such as myself naked before them, they should probably do something to keep her happy and entertained. You three don't seem to understand either of these ideas." She took another piece of chocolate. "You sure you left your house and weren't kicked out for being dumber than a Myconid?"

Draeva smiled. "Oh, mom! Why don't you make them fight one of your new pets Z'hrenil gave you, as punishment for wasting your time? That'd be fun to watch!"

This wasn't going too well.

Regantor
03-02-2012, 10:10 PM
...Thanks Draeva.

"I assumed you'd take wha'tever you wantid. Far be it for one of us to deny you're grace, or beliddle it by actin' like it was news." Neit looked pretty clearly shaken, but within that brought a certain honesty to her words that only a truely slippery bitch could manage. "Please excuse our apparent' arrog'ince."

Her eyes quickly darted sideways to her companions, as if for support... Which resulted in a sharp, resounding voice echoing from the back of Ryyna's mind. It was Neit's, only so close and clear that it felt like a needle to the base of the skull. "This is not working. If she sends us on a trip just to gain her favour, we might get our asses slashed to bits, then she could screw us over anyway... I think we need to get a little renoun going, then come back, hun... Oh, and sorry about this trick, but you can speak back, you know."

Kodos
03-02-2012, 11:11 PM
Aryyna gave an exaggerated sigh of annoyance. "And still, I'm being ignored."

"You have 12 seconds to come up with a reason not to have your eyes put out and leave you in a gutter somewhere for the spiders for your grotesque lack of manners. I swear, I've dealt with Troglodytes with better decorum than you cunts."

Regantor
03-04-2012, 11:12 PM
Neit just stood there with a panicked look for a second, then darted her head backward to Ryyna, who was just as trapped in the gizzards of finding a way out of this herself. After another pace, you could see the words form in her head even without the weird psionic link. "Screw it! You're probably planning the exact same thing!"

The onyx-coloured woman immediately attached herself to Aryyna's upper chest, kissing her neck and caressing her form desperately. "Please... Forgive me... We wanted to be aroun' your grace, but didn' have tha confidence or tha cash. It was Ryyna's stupid-horrible idea it was. I'm so impression'a'bil when I'm drunk and Alsiif... Well, jus' look at tha airhead." The frantic kissing continued right through the low act. "All we real' wanted was to be close to you, Illharess, your soot-hing grace and startilin' power are things unquantifeeable in tha extreme."

...Well, at least even if Aryyna didn't believe her per say, Neit certainly proved how Drowy she was.

Evil_Cake
03-05-2012, 11:05 PM
"Oh no!" Alsiif drifted over to Arynna. "Ilhareeess, we didn't come here to make you mad.." Alsiif got closer to Arynna and started to caress the woman with the back of her hand. "We just really wanted to provide our services to you.." Alsiif grinned, "And maybe discuss some sort of work afterwards." Then the demonic lady sunk into the water and sighed, "We must have gotten it backwards though..."

Kodos
03-07-2012, 07:27 PM
I'm going to assume Ryyna doesn't have a deathwish and joins the other two in the literal and metaphorical ass-kissing.

Aryyna pulled her three lovers tight against her and sighed happily. "Mmmm, that's much better. I'm sure you three didn't mean to offend me, right? You were just really nervous around me, I mean, it's not like you've ever met anyone as beautiful as me before." Draeva rolled her eyes and suppressed a giggle. "Moooom, you're hogging all the floozies!"
"Shush, Draeva."

"You may be kind of stupid, but you've got drive, I like that. You felt confident enough to come to me with your plan, even if it was panties-on-head retarded." She pulled Neit away from her neck and kissed her deeply before more or less passing her off to Draeva. "I tell you what. You take care of a little problem for me, and we'll see what I can do about helping you three get yourselves something nice going, hm? Doesn't that sound nice?" Aryyna purred, holding Alsiif close against her and biting gently at her ears.

Evil_Cake
03-11-2012, 11:28 PM
"That does sound really generous.. Whats the problem?"

Regantor
03-14-2012, 08:19 PM
Drapping herself against Draeva would have seemed preferable ten minutes ago, but after listening to her egg Aryyna on to kill them all... Yeah, Neit had become slightly more sour about the broad. Plenty of neck-kissing and caressing was still to be had, sure, but there was now this new mental image of driving a knife into the woman's back, too. I liked you, bitch! Why did you have to go and make me desire your head on a platter?

"It'would be... ane honour to performe a task for you, of course..." Neitar responded to Aryyna through parsed breath, still focusing her attentions mostly on Draeva. What she was really thinking about was what was in it for them, of course, but she was hardly dumb enough to outright question that here and now. "What is it youe desire?"

Kodos
03-15-2012, 08:53 AM
"A Lich's phylactery has recently found it's way into the aliens' ghetto in Kuttra Taur. I want you to get it for me." She moaned and gave a happy shudder, clearly enjoying Alsiif and Ryyna's efforts before continuing. "There is - oh, yes, right there - little that enters or leaves the - mmm - ghetto without Despoina's knowledge." Aryyna stopped for a moment to kiss Ryyna deeply and pull her tightly against her. "Despoina being the Medusa slut who's made herself queen of the shitheap. Obviously I don't want you killing her. I highly doubt that she would be ignorant of the phylactery's location, assuming she is not - ah! - already in possession of it."

Evil_Cake
03-17-2012, 12:04 AM
Alsiif stopped what she was doing, and thought about the job. "The ghetto... I hope we will be able to use these baths again, afterwards."

Regantor
03-18-2012, 12:35 PM
"Will thise be... Official?... of course not." Neit speculated, then corrected herself. If the phylactery belonged to one of Aryyna's freinds, they'd have her enemies right on their tails. If it belonged to one of her enemies, well then, there was a reason why the Illharess wasn't going and getting it herself. Being the scapegoat was going to be fun, either way. "...This Disponia shouldn'te be hard to work withe. Even a genius medusae is barely a Drow, pretty, savage little thinges they may be. We'll do ite."

It wasn't in her nature to make decisions on the other's behalf, normally, but they were hardly going to say no to Aryyna's face.

The crowish woman began kissing Draeva again double time, to make up for the pause she left whilst talking.

Screw it. An added thought. We can always shop for some new 'toys' whilst we are there.

Kodos
03-19-2012, 08:23 PM
Neit ended up spending the 'night' with Draeva (and a few of Draeva's associates - unlike her mother, she seemed to enjoy male company), while Ryyna and Alsiif got to keep Aryyna company.

***

Aryyna was amazing. Maybe it was the fact she had over a thousand years worth of experience, or maybe it was something else, but Ryyna and Alsiif wouldn't be forgetting their little romp any time soon. Strangely, the Ilharess seemed to take a genuine interest in making sure Ryyn and Alsiif enjoyed themselves too. Doesn't she know that sex is basically just masturbation with another person? What an odd lady.

***

Thankfully, none of Aryyna's goons had done anything to the slaves, and everything and everyone was as the trio had left them at the start of the party. Back in Kuttra Taur, now, the group had their task.

I'm sure Despoina is a perfectly reasonable woman and will gladly help out the trio free of charge and without hassle or incident.

EDIT: Knowledge: Local for both Despoina and Kuttra Taur's alien ghetto. Seperate checks, though. You could also try Gather Info, but that may or may not cost you some cash depending what you want to know and where you go around asking.

Regantor
03-20-2012, 02:40 PM
“Nothin personale, sweet’arte.” Neit reassured Ryyna during the walk back outside, wearing a contented smile. “I’m sure if she really blamed you Ie coulda just swapped youe with somebody else, huh?” A pat on the back later, she handed the woman a small bottled beverage apology before making her way to the holding pens.

Nobody had to know her powers didn’t stretch quite that far.

---

Neit sat amongst the small huddling of her servants, and was met with a hushed, wary attention.

There were two lanky red-robed male Drow, stood alongside three enormous, toothy Grimlocks, with pale skins and bearing arcane helmets to disguise their species’ disturbing lack of eyes. Just beyond, the small gangly veiled thing that Neit had told off before. The crowish woman simply gave them a warm smile in return, and passed over a gaggle of keys, with which they then used to unshackle themselves from the floor eagerly.

The weird thing was that through they were clearly wary from the confinement, none of them currently seemed in much of a rush to escape during the commotion, either.

“Listen ‘ere darlins.” The onyx maiden continued to smile, using a similar toxic, soothing tone to the one that she had used to woo Draeva, except with the garish syllables of undercommon. “We are goinge to alien towne. I don’te mind you wondering off, but there will be a lot of your own kinde trying to take an advantage of you pour souls. Please remember it’s a messy place for a reasone. Mommy Neitar really doesn’t want anything bade to happen t’you…”

The group shrugged almost in unision, as if thanking the maker that such a sweet, senile little biddy had become their owner this time. They had all been the children of slaves, after all. They had seen enough to know that wasn’t such a bad thing to settle on. Having your own bed, food, even soap… walking around without chains… having a few psionic words in the ear instead of being beaten up, when they misbehaved… There were most definitely worse things. ...Weren’t there?...

‘Gangly’ was fooling with the bulky, esoteric-symboled cuff on her right upper wrist, an annoyed expression visable even through the veil. Neit just took the wrist and softly kissed her on the back of the hand.

“Poor boo... Easy now, you gotta keep that one… Not’everyone likes monsters as’much as me, sweet thing...”

---

Knowlage Local; Despoina
1d20+3=13 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3423028/)
Knowlage Local; Kuttra Taur's alien ghetto
1d20+3=20 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3423030/)When Neit returned to the side of her ‘sisters’, she was already well on the way to regaining her ‘normal’ state, a bottle of swamp whiskey in each hand. Her breath smelt distinctly... Well, flammable.

“Tha medusa bitch t’was always a bit of a bitch don’cha know.” She slurred. “But your’in luck cause’I just lurked ‘ere the other week ya’see… follow moi…”

Kodos
03-20-2012, 04:51 PM
(Neit has no actual ranks in Knowledge: Local, so the result is 10 for both. You can use Knowledge skills untrained, but the highest DC/Result is 10.)

Kuttra Taur's alien ghetto was, like any other alien ghetto, and thus in many ways like a Drow city. It had no written laws - although the residents might make some of their own - and essentially was run by whoever could throw around their weight enough to get everyone else to acknowledge them - and who didn't rile the Valsharess the wrong way. Given the area around Kuttra Taur, most likely the ghetto was full primarily of Duergar, Orcs, and possibly some surface races that found themselves in the Underdark for whatever reason.

They were allowed to live in ghettoes like these, relatively free of Drow predation, provided they payed tribute (which included sacrifices for Lolth, in addition to riches) to the Valsharess, didn't enter the city proper on penalty of death, and didn't "stink up the place too bad you filthy animals."

Sometimes a Drider or two would be stable enough to make her home in an aliens ghetto, although whether the Drow would tolerate such things depended on the nature of the Valsharess and the local priesthood.

In the case of Kuttra Taur's ghetto, it was a sort of umbilical city located just outside the city proper's walls. Unlike Kuttra Taur proper, the ghetto was constructed from more traditional materials, and was illuminated by torchlight or fungal sources in most areas, although the higher-class areas were able to afford magical lighting.

Evil_Cake
03-21-2012, 12:55 AM
"Oh, we were supposed to come along?" Converse to her question, Alsiif seemed ready for the task. She had her nightscale armor on, and her claws seemed to have been sharpened. However, she wasn't wearing any clothes below the waist, so her question could have been genuine.

Regantor
03-25-2012, 02:23 PM
"Ofe course, dear!" Neitar made a wicked smile. "We mighte even bump into one ofe your relatives in there!"

The shady woman was wearing a similar feathery frock as last time, but was also taking the easy option and being carried around on the massive shoulder of a pale, slathering grimlock. The odd part was that it didn't have a collar or anything on, through, suggesting it was doing this fairly willingly. Living artwork indeed.

"Shalle we have a poke arounde?"

Gather information;
1d20+12=14 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3431741/)
Perhaps due to still being a little drunk today, or perhaps due to insisting on parading around on one of their brethern's shoulders, Neit didn't seem to be having much luck in the questioning.

Kodos
03-26-2012, 09:40 AM
Most 'people' tried to avoid the three Drow, but those that Neit did tail down were relatively willing to cooperate. It's not like the information was poorly known.

Despoina apparently operated out of the Kipos Agalma, a building which passed as a grand palace in the ghetto, but by Drow standards would be the home of someone somewhat above the trio in standing, but still far below the elite Drow noblewomen.

The Kipos Agalma was evidently a mashup of a bar, brothel, gambling hall, arena, barracks, and - of course - a 'statue' garden. In effect, it reflected its mistress's predilections, businesses, and habits.

Hopefully things would go smooothly and Despoina would not try and add any new statues to her collection.

Evil_Cake
03-29-2012, 08:29 PM
The trio arrived at Desponia's superbrothelpubcasinobattlehouse, and Alsiif scanned the area for any snake haired people. She didn't notice any though.

Kodos
03-29-2012, 09:25 PM
The place was full mostly of Duergar and Orcs, but there were plenty of Humans and Svirfneblin, among other things, about as well. Beyond very visible Trolls with very visible weapons, Despoina had seen fit to decorate the lavish arena/tavern of the first floor with many 'statues' as a grim reminder of what might happen to those that crossed her.

The trio had barely had time to take in the scenery when they were approached by two Trolls wielding large axes and wearing crude chainmail.

"Der bozz wantz to meet yooz ladeez." One of them rumbled in crude and heavily accented Undercommon. "Yooz followzez uz." They were carefully keeping a bit of a distance, apparently cautious around Drow women, but their general demeanor made it rather clear that Despoina didn't intend this as a request.

They could refuse, of course, but then again - they *did* want to meet her, right?

Superdooperphailmachine
03-30-2012, 05:42 PM
Rynna must've been asleep or something because she couldn't remember anything after fucking Aryyna.
So she just went with the flow, following the Trollz.

She couldn't remember how to spell her name either, was it Rynna or Ryyna?

Kodos
03-30-2012, 06:31 PM
The Trolls led the trio of Drow to a room on an upper floor of the building. The room was lavishly decorated with engraved walls, fine hanging silks and furs, and with grand pillars. The sides of the room were also lined with various 'statues' posed in various states of horror at what their then impending fate. The far wall of the room was a open balcony overlooking the gladiatorial pit below, where currently, assuming it was the same fight as when the trio entered, a Rutherer was fighting various slaves.

By Drow standards it would have been lower upper class, but here in the ghetto it was probably the fanciest of the fancy.

Despoina herself turned to face the trio, having been observing the arena festivities. By Drow standards she was above average in looks, so amongst the non-Drow she was probably a 10. Most Medusae were comely and charismatic, though. She had light green skin, scaleless, and her 'hair' was scaled, dark green, and gently moving about. Beyond various golden necklaces, bracelets, and a torc, she was wearing only a long white skirt, her top and feet equally bare. Judging by her looks, she seemed to be in her mid 20's.

"I am Despoina." She said in Drow, accented but otherwise clearly. Her voice was a practiced mix of sensuality and confidence, although the accent was clearly natural. She approached the group, smiling as she made eye contact, apparently enjoying the thrill of either forcing people to avoid eye contact, or to be at least slightly ill at ease. "We do not often get Drow in the ghetto, let alone women of your class and beauty. What brings you to my corner of the city?"

Superdooperphailmachine
03-30-2012, 07:02 PM
"We're Looking for a Phylactery, it turned up in your ghetto a while back."

Kodos
03-30-2012, 07:10 PM
Despoina gave an exaggerated gasp, her long 'hair' hissing in mock-surprise as well. "A Lich's phylactery? Oh my! Why, I bet whatever poor Lich lost that phylactery is very hard at work looking for it! I imagine they'd offer just about anything to get it back! I mean, they'd have to, wouldn't they? Whoever has a Lich's phylactery basically has power over that Lich, considering their immortality would be very much in jeopardy." She smiled at Ryyna and brushed aside from her face some of her 'hair'.

"Did the Lich send you? I don't think any of you three are a Lich, you're all much too lovely." She gave another smile. The whole time she had been speaking, she was pacing before the three, always maintaining eye contact with one of them, clearly enjoying herself.

Evil_Cake
03-30-2012, 08:17 PM
"No no no, we weren't sent by a lich." Alsiif let out a long yawn, and covered her mouth with a claw. "Just some ilharess." The yawn caused her eyes to water, but Alsiif kept eye contact with the medusa. "What stuff do you know about the phylactery?"

Kodos
03-30-2012, 08:22 PM
"Oh?" Despoina stopped in front of Alsiif, smiling. "You are very beautiful, may I kiss you?" When Alsiif indicated it was okay, the Medusa pressed herself up tightly against the Drow, kissing her deeply (contrary to the some of the rumors Alsiif had heard, Medusae tongues - or at least Despoina's - were not forked). Breaking the kiss, but keeping herself pressed tightly against her, her arms hanging over the shorter Drow's shoulders, Despoina continued. "An Ilharess? Oh my!" Another exaggerated gasp accompanied by hissing from her 'hair'. "I feel so important! Oh, oh! Who is it? Is it our own dear Aryyna?" Her snakes seemed as excited as she was. Well, I mean, they were her? Right? How'd that shit work, anyway?

Evil_Cake
03-30-2012, 09:11 PM
Alsiif rested her head against the medusa, and whispered into her ear. "Well I was trying to keep it a secret, but... yes. Its Aryyna. And if you can help us out, I'll be sure to tell her what a wonderful job you've been doing down here when we see her again soon."

Kodos
03-30-2012, 09:21 PM
Despoina pushed off of Alsiif and smiled. "Ahh..." She grinned. "See, you'll have to do better than that, lovelies. You Drow. You're as pretty as you think, but you really aren't quite as clever as you make out." She gave another soft laugh. "Sooner or later, whoever's phylactery this is will find out I have it. They will want it. And they will make me an offer. In fact, now that they know Ilharess Aryyna is after it, they will be even more willing to make it worth my while to give it to them rather than to you." She brushed aside an errant snake from her face before continuing. "So tell me, what do you or your mistress have to offer me?"

Regantor
03-30-2012, 10:40 PM
Neitar had missed the first part of the conversation, having been much too distracted looking at all of the random monster-people walking about, not least Despoina herself. It had to be said, the constantly stoned creature, with skin like black marble, looked right at home.

"... Not sure whate you are gettin' at, my lovely thinge... I mean, if somebody high up wantede to off 'dis liche now, they coulde todally make ite looke like you did ite." The Drow began to lurk towards her slowly, head movements consciously mimicking the bounce of the Medusa's little additional snake heads. "...Oh... I'm sorry, that wase rude... My name is Neitar Inthuul. I'm pleasede to make your acquaintance."

Her left hand curled out from behind her back and produced a quite moderately expensive bottle of perfume, with a clear will for Despoina to accept it. Like most things brewed by the Drow, it smelt both distinctly sweet and venomous at the same time.

"Please excepte 'dis small token." Neitar used the grasping hand as an excuse to lean out an kiss the Medusa's arm, making her way up to the face. "Please don' get us wronge, Aryyna's death threats are the sole reasone we are searchin' fore this damned relic... Alrough I speak fore myself, I would be quite willing to perform certain... tasks for your grace in order to secure ite."

It wasn't a question of swallowing her pride and lying. Neitar didn't want anything to do with Aryyna the minute this task was completed, and having a supplier of new 'toys' straight from xenotown itself hardly sounded like a bad offer in itself.

"A better question is, what is ite you coulde desire from a free, willing, Drow maiden, mistress?"

Kodos
03-30-2012, 10:53 PM
Despoina shuddered lightly with pleasure at Neit's attentions, before pulling away. "Your Drow tricks won't work on me." She said, although she didn't sound too confident. "Make me an offer for the phylactery, or fuck off. I don't know who's phylactery it is, but I do know that Aryyna" - she omitted the title, was it deliberate? - "doesn't consider it worth killing me over, or I'd already be dead. So make me an offer, or piss off and stop wasting my time, because I know there's someone out there willing to actually give me something good for it."

Regantor
03-31-2012, 09:44 AM
"Or goinge to kill you as an example for otherse who might try and steal ite..." Neitar gave off a slightly dissapointed pout, alrough it was still laced with an element of lust. "Ite has to be saide, honey... Are you sure you knowe tha Drow aswell as you thinke?"

"Looke, darlin'... Like I saide... I don't wante the dirty, cursed thinge for myselfe... but I would be very appreiciative indeed ife someone were to spare my life, so..." Bringing a clenched hand to her sharp lips, the shady woman made of show of being embarassed at the words comming out of her own mouth. "What's the harme in tellin' us what you desire, sweetheart? Thate way you're holdin' all the cards, you see... If ite turns out tha't'we are really useless whores, an' we can't get it, you can juste go ahead an' try your luck with 'dis liche, huh?"

"A ten seconde deal with some bitch Drow who' hates your kinde, and may well kille you anyhow... or a deal were you can call the shots, and gain a proper freinde up amoungste those arrogant fucks, for free... It's youre choice, darlin'..."

Kodos
03-31-2012, 12:57 PM
Despoina laughed, her snakes giving off amused sounding hisses. "If the Lich in question knows that I have their phylactery and would be willing to risk Aryyna's anger by killing me, then they are just as likely to kill me to take the phylactery as they are to kill me in anger for my having given it to you."

"See, whatever you offer me, Neitar," she gave a catty little smirk, "odds are the Lich's goons will offer me more, to ensure they get the phylactery and not your mistress. And if this Lich is willing to cross Aryyna to get their phylactery back, then I think I'd rather be on their good side, than Aryyna's."

She smiled and tossed her 'hair' back. "So make me an offer, or go piss off back to your mushroom town."

Regantor
03-31-2012, 10:22 PM
Neitar's stomach rolled, and she felt the light behind her eyes begin to burn away. Aryyna's arrogance had been enough to deal with, but having a damn monster-thing like this refuse to even touch her... The tall, constantly shaded woman knew she had to do something before either Alsiif or Nyssa just went ahead and tried to brake the medusa's face.

"No. You knowe what? You listen here, you fuckin' scaly sub-drow bitche..." Her voice suddenly became completely humourless and lustless, overlapping with a peircing edge that stabbed at the eardrums like needles. She made no attempt at hiding it; An orange, spitefull balefire was errupting from those knife-edge eyes. "You're gonna go get thate phylactery and give ite to us for free, you heare? You will enjoy my company ande do everythinge you can to please us. We are Drow, you arrogant, devolved, gutter-licking whore. I cane have you, and I did not have to be nice aboute ite."

The distant screeching built into a crescendo. It was Neitar, utterly. The tendrils of scorching noise bore her personal presence, her face. It was a feeling akin to someone prying the very breath from within your lungs.

Neitar casts Dominate Person on Despoina (7PP).
+ Used against a monstrous humanoid (2PP).
+ 5 Day duration (4PP).
+ Additional Will save increase by +30 (60PP).

She needs to pass a Will save of 35 to negitate this, alrough she does get a +2 for being presumably unwilling.

Neit has 30/103 PP remaining.
It didn't matter that she was now bleeding from both nostrils herself. The tall, onyx-coloured witch displayed a horrifically sadistic grin from ear to ear.

Kodos
03-31-2012, 10:41 PM
Silently, Despoina took off one of her numerous necklaces and handed it to Neitar. It was a solid gold chain necklace with a gold skull pendant with rubies in the eye sockets. Evidently it was also the phylactery.

The girl moved naturally, but the others could tell, on close inspection, that it was a bit 'off'. Supposedly it was the same even for those dominated by Illithids. They'd act normal and shit, but they would be ever so slightly off. Neitar was no Illithid, so she couldn't quite pull off making Despoina behave naturally otherwise, but it was still a bit unnerving to see.

Regantor
04-01-2012, 10:01 AM
Neitar let of a depraved grunt of pleasure before pulling the smile back in, suddenly feeling disgruntled about her loss of self control. It wasn't like her to rise to a challange, but having kindness thrown back in your face was the one thing the Drow woman couldn't stand.

An ungratefull hand snatched the phylactery from Despoina's grasp, and after a pause, the other slapped the medusa robustly across the side of the face.

Unwilling to put any more effort in, Neitar just retracted her mental grasp then and there, and watched the monster-woman fall to the floor disgustedly.

"I've hadda enough ofe this shithole, Rynna." It was a scowl, practically under her breath. "But ife you can thinke of any more questions, now woulde be a good time."

Superdooperphailmachine
04-01-2012, 05:51 PM
"Can you make her forget things, like who we did this for?"

Regantor
04-01-2012, 07:13 PM
"Probally not withoute a bricke or a hammer." Neit admited, blankly. "Bute I can always come back and mess withe the little wench ine her sleep ife she tells someone... You'd like thate, wouldn't you, Despoina honey?"

Kodos
04-01-2012, 07:54 PM
Despoina looked confused for a moment, before falling onto her ass, clearly trying and not doing too good a job not to cry, and backing herself up against one of the room's pillars. She curled up a bit, pulling her knees close to her chest and staying that way. "You got what you wanted." She growled, tears in her eyes. "Fuck off."

Superdooperphailmachine
04-04-2012, 06:14 PM
"Let's leave this crybaby alone, she knows her place now."

Kodos
04-04-2012, 08:45 PM
The trio made their way back to Kuttra Taur proper, and then to meet with Aryyna.

***

Aryyna met them in one of her tower's many rooms. Lavishly decorated with hanging furs and silken veils, and a few fur lined divans (Aryyna clearly had a thing for furs) upon one of which Aryyna reclined. The Ilharess was wearing another low-cut (her neckline was more of a navel-line) fur rimmed outfit, and was smoking. It may have just been tobacco on he other end of the cigarette holder, but it could just as easily have been something more exotic. The trio couldn't quite place the scent. No guards, again, although given that Aryyna was the most powerful Drow Wizard known to live, and this was her home, it was probably there were all sorts of contingency spells set to trigger upon command or in case of emergency.

"You have the phylactery, or you have a death wish. You wouldn't be here if it wasn't one of the two." She gave a smile before taking a long drag on her cigarette. "I hope it's the former, because you're a cute lot."

Regantor
04-04-2012, 10:35 PM
Neitar was wearing a differant white-belted dress now, and was apparently wearing a more subtle perfume than the usual pure alchohol. The greeting was more of a deep, prolonged kiss whilst she placed the phylactery directly into Aryyna's hands, saying nothing. Her right hand did the talking after that, caressing the inside of the Illharess' thigh for a moment as she crouched down to sit on the floor. An expertly practiced left hand managed to light up a new stogie on it's own whilst she was doing this. Perhaps she was letting her humilation feed Aryyna's attentions a little, too?...

"...It's wha'tchu wantede, isn't ite, my magnificente Illharess?" When she eventually spoke, her words were placed carefully indeed. "Despoina is quite fine, bute I somehow do not thinke she will be sending you 'er regardes any time soone."

Kodos
04-05-2012, 01:43 AM
Aryyna examined the phylactery, going so far as to quickly cast a spell or two on it, before smiling, sitting up, and putting it on. She took Neit by the hands and pulled the girl onto the divan, pulling her upper body close and kissing her before letting her head rest against her mostly bare chest. "You can call me Aryyna, beautiful." She said happily.

"You're overeager, but I think you three have potential." She said taking another long drag before giggling a bit to herself. Guess it *was* something a bit more exotic than tobacco. "I'm not going to risk much throwing in with you three just yet, but if you need some strings pulled, I will see what I can do. I'm sure you'll repay the favors when you are in positions to do so yourself, right?"

Regantor
04-06-2012, 10:25 PM
"Of course, we woulde, Aryyna, my sweethearte... howevere..."

Neit hadn't quite expected Arynna to be offering them anything. Lolth's tits, she had expected this entire thing to just be a continuation of convincing the Illharess not to kill them. Maybe it really was whatever was in that pipe?...

The crowish woman just sighed, taking a moment to enjoy her rather extravigant new headrest before deciding what exactly to ask for. "...We haven't quite been making any new plans as yete, on accounte of the terrible insulte we laide upon you the laste time we met. I somewhate assumed that our arrogance hade not yet been repaid, infacte. It cannote be denied thate your company is worthe rather more thane a silly trinkete such'as'thes..." Her fingers played with the phylactery for a second, then played with some other various Aryyna parts just to maintain the woman's humour.

"Ife you do not have any immediate further tasks for us, ite had crossede my mind to attempte one ofe her tests to improve our standing. It woulde be moste gracious, had you any advice on thes matter."

Kodos
04-07-2012, 06:04 AM
Aryyna responded in kind to Neit's touches. She must have been really stoned - it was almost like she actually enjoyed pleasuring people!
"Mmm... you know the - ah! yes... - the Goddess is much less understanding than I am. Of course, I'm sure you'll be a good girl and behave yourself in Her presence. You know there's a shrine a bit north of D'issan and west of Chathser. I doubt the Ku'nal would like you poking about so close to them, but I imagine you could avoid their patrols, assuming the shitheads even bother anymore." Another drag. "That's where my darling Draeva got Tested, you know." She smiled and kissed Neit again. "You a mother, beautiful?"

Regantor
04-09-2012, 12:06 AM
"Thanks for the heads upe. And yes. I have three darlings, infacte." Neit added simply, not bothering to account the males. "They perhaps thinke I'm a liddle manipulative, through, perhaps... So we don'te talk so muche. I thinke maybe that's for the beste?..."

She didn't particularly hate them, in all honesty, but the lean woman had spent so much time manipulating and twisting people with nice words throughout her life, that being nice to someone who you could basically just order around didn't seem worthwhile. It always ended up feeling like you were preparing to attack them, even... Thus, distance had always been the lesser evil. Perhaps, in some twisted way, that was only way Neit could think of to grant them some sense of respect and personal freedom. It wasn't a pleasantry she granted to anyone else, anyway.

"...Ite may be a shamefule thinge to say, bute I do perhaps find my lackies more entertaining in their struggle not to be so abhorrente... There is so muche less to ruine d'ere."

"...You and Draeva are astonishingly close, comparatively..." She knew she was treading on thin ice, but chose to try and unravel their oddball relationship anyway. "I wondere exactly how ite is thate you became this way, even... Did... Did she save your life, if ite is not too pryinge of a questione?"

The only other option was the kind of thing you didn't generally bring up in polite conversation.

Kodos
04-09-2012, 06:44 AM
"She's my daughter," Aryyna answered simply, with a hint of pride in her voice, "my baby girl."

Another drag. "Even if she is 58. She's still my little baby." Aryyna laughed. "'Sides, poor girl would be lost without me. Can you believe she fucks men? Like, by choice! She enjoys it! And she doesn't even savor her drinks! She's simply incorrigible sometimes."

She shrugged. "Maybe I'll get some granddaughters out of it, at least. I mean, I'm never going to die - of course - but most of my living relatives really don't do the family name credit. Ivonis is okay, sadly he's Eccentric, and worse still, the Goddess saw fit to punish his mother with a male." She laughed softly to herself.

Regantor
04-11-2012, 12:48 AM
Neitar seemed to just sort of mull the concept over, allowing a considerable plume of cigar smog to hang in her mouth for a second, then blowing it outwards in a carefully crafted floating ring. Her sharp and predatory, darkened features never seemed to show confusion, but she was letting off perhaps a little element of being uncomfortable.

Was this woman really saying that she cared for Draeva like a... Well, any low dwarf, orc or even goblin trash might demand that they do, for their ugly malformed daughters? Wasn't that just a thing invented by those who had nothing to still feel important, like a willing sort of ownership? What a weird notion for someone who had everything to say...

"...Ite... muste be nice." She let out a soft sigh and gave off a few light kisses onto Aryyna's supple neckline, in a bid to hide her lack of insight. There was just nothing at all in her past experience she could use as a frame of reference. "Hwesta is my youngeste, juste a dearling liddle fourteen... Gettin' raised for me... The more I try and steer 'em, the less interestin' they seem to become, you see..."

Suddenly fighting off the flowing urge to lie back and completely relax her head onto the Illharesses' chest, Neitar reared back upwards and kissed her on the lips deeply, before pulling away, back to her feet.

"...Sorrie, Aryyna, darlin'... Got so many things to attende too... Bute I'll bring you backe... a presente, okay?"

Kodos
04-13-2012, 06:45 PM
Aryyna moaned softly at Neit's attentions, clearly enjoying herself. "It's a shame you have to go. Eldaane invited me to watch her new torturer do her stuff. You could have come along." She pulled Neit into a kiss before getting up. "I look forward to our next meeting." She said with a high little giggle. "And my gift."

***

And so the trio once more found themselves in a tavern in Kuttra Taur, once again planning their next move. Still, it hadn't been a total waste so far. Aryyna seemed to like them, and Draeva didn't hate them. And while Aryyna seemed a little odd, she was one of the most powerful women in Drow society, both as a Wizard and as a woman who can make things happen. And, perhaps even more importantly, she did have lots of connections. Maybe she could put in a good word with someone, or help arrange a marriage?

Evil_Cake
04-14-2012, 04:16 PM
Alsiif had drifted off to sleep again. And again, her cup of booze was still clutched in her hands, and dangerously close to spilling all over her. This time however, she had much less at risk of being stained. In fact she was naked except for some frilly underwear. It might seem kind of dumb to be asleep in public with absolutely no kind of defense, but maybe Alsiif assumed nobody would waste their time killing her anyways.

Regantor
04-15-2012, 12:20 AM
"...North ofe D'issane... and weste ofe Chaths'er..." Neit repeated the directions Aryyna had spoken of, distantly gazing through the red haze of her wine glass. Her dress was rather less informal and rigid today, seeing as they'd been surrounded by rather rich and stuffy so-and-sos quite a bit lately. 'Informal' meant little more than a collection of tight leather belts interconnected by metal hoops, and a pair of feathery plumes at the shoulders and the waist.

The image of Alsiif asleep on the other side caught attention her for a second, making her outwardly grin with a sort of sinister empathy or affection. It was probally best to remember that she also frequently gave this look to her grimlocks, who had faces made of pure teeth, through...

"Didn'te wante to take controle, Ryyna, sorry about thate... You're stille tha wone with tha looks..." She drank deeply from the glass, and then handed the empty vessel to her short red-robed servant adjacent. Another glass was prepared in an impossibly fast split of a second, almost as if the creature was both psychic and had a spare set of arms. "Bute ite would seem such'a waste to ignore oure good fortune with Aryyna as things stande... You didn'te really wante to do the teste yourselfe, did you?..."

Superdooperphailmachine
04-16-2012, 05:43 PM
"Well I like not being a Drider." Ryyna threw her wine at the lazy bitch.
"Alsiif, do you want to get chased out of a temple while Neit fucks up a test?"

Evil_Cake
04-16-2012, 06:05 PM
Alsiif propped her face up for a second, with eyes still shut, and slurred, "Hah..? Sure.." Then put her head back down.

Regantor
04-19-2012, 02:25 PM
"Welle, hey, ite sorta had to be me..." Neit gave Ryyna a surly sideways glance. "Unless you wanna give my drowmales a go, we gotta get things rolling some'mow, sweethearte..."

Superdooperphailmachine
04-20-2012, 07:34 PM
"It's your funeral. When you wanna head off?"

Regantor
04-20-2012, 09:26 PM
"Whye not now?-" Neit finished her glass briskly, but then just started staring at it as someone had stolen a child's favorate toy. "-Whye not now, thate we 'r here, have one more rounde maybe?..." She gave a sharp, accusing look towards one of her red robed charges, which sent them scurring off to attain a renewed bottle of anti-thought juice as quickly as their legs could carry them.

"We nee'da sacrifice anyhowe, love. S'not gete head of'ar'selves. You wanna slum ite through Kuttra Taur again and try to finde some drow bitch lookin' for wares, or shoulde we try those inbred drow filthe pits by D'issan an' Chathser?"

Superdooperphailmachine
04-21-2012, 09:44 PM
"I don't care, which's easier?"

Regantor
04-22-2012, 09:29 PM
"Nice ambition, there, hun..." Neit replied sarcastically, then took a habitually deep swig of her drink. "D'issan an' Chathser are harder, bute there full ofe those puritian Ku'nal shitheads. The questione is, who can 'ya afford ta piss off?"

"..." She took a moment to shrug, glanced at Ryyna, then back down into the table discouragedly. "...Whate am I sayin', of course you wante the impatient optione."

"Let's go zen. Crappy parts ofe this city should 'ave plenty ofe easy targets. Up close to za slums ine particulare."

Kodos
04-28-2012, 03:51 AM
It wasn't too hard. Three hours later, and 750 gold less (guards needed bribing, and commoners needed cajoling), Neitar had bound, gagged, and otherwise procured for herself a shebali woman who, despite her low birth, would be an appropriate and suitable offering to the Goddess.

Regantor
04-29-2012, 12:56 AM
Neitar shrugged. Even if the grimlocks and Ryyna's orcs had done all the work, she didn't really like doing things so gracelessly. It always just seemed more convinent and clever when you could get a creature to do what you want by their own free will. But, never the less, this was drow society, at the end of the day...

By the time they were half way to the temple, the woman had taken to getting herself stone drunk in her annoyance. At least it would help when it came time to finally take this 'test'...

"Looke... If'am gonna be inside a longo time I could-be like dead-or-whatevur... or you coul'be, too.." She slurred heavily, then grabbed one of her shorter servants harshly by the shoulder and forced it to face Ryyna and Alsiif. "I'll speake through Huzhke, here, okays?... She gote some psion shite toos, okay?... Ife she dunwanna do ite, well... slap her..."

Underneath the veil, this 'short thing' was really a porcelin-skinned four-armed chitine, shorter than any of the drow by a full fifth, but amusingly quite overfed and girthy compared to others of her kind. With wide, dark eyes, enormous eyebrows, several missing teeth, and rounded pinkish cheeks, this 'Huzhke' seemed to be every bit Neit's pity pet aswell as punching bag.

Yanking on a scraggily black pig tail, Neit attached a large broach with the Inthuul family crest on it to the thing's hair, then slapped it's cheeks a bit more affectionately/cruely. "Tell 'em hi, you flabby abominatione..."

"Allo." It squeeked, then sighed softly as Neitar finally lost interest again and went back to drinking. There didn't seem to be much going on in that tiny head, so the next brainwave was pretty obvious; She took a gander at their drow prisoner, and figured it could be worse...

Kodos
04-29-2012, 05:53 AM
The shrine was a massive statue of Lolth, depicting her as a topless, perfectly beautiful, Drow woman with her arms outstretched. It was isolated on some hills and very small mountains, but stood proud and clear atop the highest peak. The trip was dangerous and long, but the trio managed. Neitar went ahead, alone with her offering, while the others and their slaves waited at the base of the worn path that led to the shrine proper.

There were spiders everywhere, many tiny, some far bigger than Neitar. And Neitar knew it was just as well, for they played several important roles in the long ritual that was needed to call forth the Goddess.

***

The ritual was performed at the foot of the great statue and was a four hour long ordeal of rape, torture, and ultimately murder. Throughout the entire event Neitar's only assurance that she hadn't made a mistake yet was the simple fact that he spiders had not devoured her, or that Lolth had not otherwise punished her for some error in the rite.

The others could not see, but they could hear the screams of the offering and sometimes some of Neit's own cries or moans, although hers were from pleasure and not pain. Many religious rituals among the ugly races of the world had a component of explicit or implicit eroticism to them, but for the Drow sex - and especially rape - were part and parcel of religious practice.

The victim suffered, was humiliated, was tortured, and then she died.
And then the rite was over, and the Goddess appeared.

***

Had Neitar not already been on her knees as part of the ritual, the great blast of noise that emanated from nowhere and everywhere would have certainly dropped her to them. Thousands of spiders, some tinier than a fingernail, others the size of a hand, and many more in-between, swarmed from everywhere, converging on the corpse. Many of them coursed over Neitar in the process, covering her entire body in a moving sheet of legs.

When they had all converged on the corpse, there was nothing left of it within seconds. Then the seething mass of fangs and legs began to rise, the spiders piling on top of eachother and creating a large pillar of crawling, skittering, venomous death. The swarming mass began to blend and merge into itself, forming into the very body of the Goddess.

Her incarnation was as the statue depicted; an impossibly beautiful Drow woman, her long white hair worn loose and free, and her flawless body clad only in a long skirt of the finest spider silks. She was - literally - painfully beautiful to behold, but despite the agony Neitar knew to keep her in sight, for to look away from the Goddess would mean a fate far, far, far worse than death.

"Lolth, Queen of the Demonweb Pits, Queen of Spiders, the Tyrant Poisoner, Mother of the Drow, the Huntress and the Webspinner, hears your noisome call and deigns fit to answer, neitar inthuul." The Goddess spoke, her voice the most beautiful music, paining Neitar's ears as her visage pained her eyes.

"Mighty Lolth finds your pathetic offering acceptable in the barest sense of the word, but Lolth knows that neitar inthuul is a weak, pathetic, hideous creature and expects little from it. Nevertheless, Lolth anticipates disappointment.
Why have you called upon mighty Lolth, Queen of Spiders, your goddess and mistress? What undue arrogance compels such an ugly and insignificant little spider to call upon the Broodmother?"

Neitar carefully spoke to the goddess, apologizing for her ugliness and the horrible sound of her wretched voice. She went on to how hideous and unworthy though she were, that she desired the undeserved opportunity to be tested, to prove herself worthy in the eyes of mighty Lolth. Despite the tears of blood streaming from her burning eyes and the similar condition of her bleeding ears, Neitar continued to stay prostate before the Goddess, her eyes focused on the beautiful Queen of the Drow.

"Your goddess, the perfect and mighty Lolth, would grant you a test, neitar inthuul. You are to slaughter one of the foolish and disgusting whores who would dare to call herself one of Lolth's priestesses. Do this in a manner pleasing to Lolth, and return to this place, call forth once more the great and powerful Lolth, and Lolth may allow neitar inthuul grant to continue to exist in her present corpulent and festering form, rather than one more befitting so wretched and grotesque a creature.
Now go. Your goddess, the mighty Lolth, has spoken! Fail Lolth and you shall know Lolth's rage and fury! Go and do as Lolth has commanded!"

At that the Goddess's form discorporated in an explosive burst of darkness, showering Neitar in a covering of spiders from head to toe.

She was covered in spiders, she had a headache unlike anything she could have ever imagined, and her everything hurt. She was, however, alive, and not a Drider. That made Neitar luckier than most people who met the Goddess.

For now.

Regantor
04-29-2012, 02:44 PM
When Neitar finally descended the hill, it was slowly, with a permanent wide-eyed glare that spoke of things no mortal would willingly want to see. There wasn't any sense of wanting to crush her oppressors' arrogance, not this time. There wasn't a fuss about getting her hands dirty. No, even the myriad assortments of cuts, bites and slashes on her skin remained unhealed in fear of insulting the dark, savagely alluring creature she had just witnessed... What was going through her head was barely suppressed terror, and little else.

One of the grimlocks tried to hand her a bottle of brandy with an accompanying glass, eager to impress. The haggard drow just walked right past, ignoring him and saying nothing.

It took her several minutes to halt. She was wearily glancing at the distant glowing silhouette of Dissan.

"...She wants... a preiste..." She whispered, with a voice polluted utterly.

Evil_Cake
05-14-2012, 12:11 AM
Alsiif pointed a claw/finger towards Dissan. "Ahm... you're not thinking of going there are you..?" She put her claws up in Neitar's face. "You can see its kinda obvious they won't like me down there! So we'd have to kill a lot more people than just a priestess if you really want to go." It is worth mentioning this was the first time Alsiif didn't seem narcoleptic at all.

Regantor
05-16-2012, 09:47 PM
Neitar just glanced across to Alsiif, still wide eyed, still not blinking.

"...You'd prefer to kille somebody... 'uo diserves ite, wouldn' you?... Ha?" Even through it sounded like she was trying to make a joke, her tone completely lacked the normal mandatory whimsy. "Then again... Clawin' our way righte in... an' stabbin' er... wouldn' impress Lolth...... anyhowe..."

It took effort for her to turn away.

The kind of things Neitar had suddenly become inspired with... they were not the sort of things one would even wish on an enemy. Yet, in her mind, nothing less would be good enough for the shadow watching from over her shoulder.

Slowly, without explination, she began to walk back in the direction of Kuttra Taur.

Kodos
05-17-2012, 04:20 PM
I assume Ryyna has no objections. Either way, Fail vanishes for weeks so he doesn't get to complain.

And so the trio of Drow and their retinue of slaves found themselves once again in the mushroom city of Kuttra Taur, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of one of Garethkullgen's largest cities.

They had themselves a priestess to kill. But who? Lolth ordained or not, they ran the risk of angering the priestesses, or possibly the secular authority. As eccentric as she was, Aryyna did have a reputation for being the most powerful Wizard in all of Drow society - angering her was probably a bad idea.

They'd best pick a target carefully.

Regantor
05-26-2012, 03:10 PM
A bar was typically the first thing that they visited upon reaching the town once more, as natural as human retreating back into one of their little hovels. Neit wasn't acting quite normal, through, or at least what counted as normal for her; There was no cigar in her mouth, and the drink in her hand remained practically untouched. The expression on her face was serious, silent, reflective.

"...I don' thinke its'a good idea stayin' savvy with Aryyna... Bitch will murder 'us first instance we starte lookin' unprofitable..." She finally spoke up, albeit whilst looking into the table. "...Other ways of doin' this, there are... My daughter is a priestess, you see."

An incredibly spiteful look suddenly overcame her whilst she looked at Alsiif, then Ryyna in turn.

Murdering your own daughter. That was certainly a thought. Lolth would love it, too.

Neit had intentionally kept her distance from the girl for years, and had only thought about asking the sow for advice at first, but now the certain drowy allure of that particular option was more or less all she could think about. That, and exactly why it made her feel so sick.

Lolth couldn't have given her a more sadistic task if she tried.

Evil_Cake
05-27-2012, 07:58 PM
Alsiif was resting her head on the tabletop in such a way that half her face was smooshed. From this awkward position, she glanced at Neitar and spoke. "Earlier you said it might be fun to kill someone." she did her best Neitar impression "'oo deserves ite'... Does your daughter?" Alsiif rolled her head on the table and switched face smooshing sides.

Superdooperphailmachine
05-30-2012, 07:03 PM
"Oh come on, we don't fuck with her she won't fuck with us, that's how it would go even if we never met her. Anyway, where's this daughter and how are we dealing with her? I'm thinking of an elaborate trap, like..."
Ryyna grabbed a napkin and started scribbling something.
http://i.imgur.com/1B29pl.jpg
"This"

Regantor
05-30-2012, 07:37 PM
"...Does my Hwesta diverse gettin' gutted by 'er own mother? Ofe course she fuckin' doesn'te!" Neitar scowled back at Alsiif, clenching onto her pint glass rather harder than she had to. "The questione is, is she worth ite?..."

You'd think two Drow lacking daughters would be able to see just how valuable one was. She thought to herself, spitefully. Whilst still reviewing the little napkin diagram, she opened up a bottle of something stronger and gulped down as much as she could take.

"...I'm... I'm gonna to ask 'er for advice... firste..." She tossed the thing back to Ryyna, disdainfully. "We'll see how useful she wants to be... and if she isn't all thate fond a' helpin', then, well..."

Superdooperphailmachine
05-30-2012, 07:46 PM
"you have other daughters, but whatever, It's your trial" Ryyna shrugged and poured herself a drink.
"I think this trap is pretty amazing though, you should totally use it."

Regantor
05-31-2012, 12:53 AM
"So, can I use ite on your first'borne girly? Tha' would be pretty sweete now, wouldn'te ite?" Neitar made an angry growl like a blind cave ogre, and gave Ryyna the most spiteful glance she could manage.

After that, she just shrugged heavily, ran her fingers through her hair, then simply gazed into the table for a minute. The pause was broken when she looked over her shoulder, seemingly through the wall behind them.

"I'm gonna send 'er a message personally." The bodakish wench spoke blankly, getting up to leave. Her pint was placed infront of Alsiif, but she didn't bother with goodbyes or anything. "Bes' gete oute there before the fuckers shute."

It was a lie.

She made her way back to Aryyna's tower alone, and requested with a guard to see her as soon as possible. It didn't make sense to come across as too pushy, so she made it seem more like a matter of the Ilharesses' personal interest instead.

Kodos
05-31-2012, 01:08 AM
The guards and pretty much everyone else along the totem pole decided to fuck with Neitar, because Drow. About two hours later, someone finally bothered asking Aryyna and Neitar was granted her audience.

Well, she was quickly searched, then granted her audience. It was less thorough than Neit expected - Aryyna was either very sloppy, or very subtle. Given the fact she was over a thousand years old, probably the latter.

***

The Ilharess of Great House Faernsenger met with her guest in a chamber in one of the upper floors of Laelda'uren, in Edonilche'el. The gorgeous Wizard wearing only a short sarong-like skirt, and a large, white, fur boa. And gold jewelry, of course. She was semi-reclining on a divan with her back to a window overlooking the city, and a long pipe in her hand. There were no nearby buildings nearly as tall as Laelda'uren, so it was probably safe from snipers.

"Well, back so soon?" She breathed, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. Nothing mind-altering judging by the scent - or at least nothing mind-altering with which Neitar was familiar. "Completed your Test already, or is that why you're here?" She laughed softly and brushed aside some of her long purple hair. "It's okay, you can stare at them. I know they're perfect."

Off in the distance there was the sound of a small explosion. Aryyna didn't even seem to notice. Then again, Laelda'uren did teach young Wizards, so things - and people - exploding was probably more common than people and things not exploding.

Oh, Drow.

Regantor
05-31-2012, 01:34 AM
"Perfect is not an adequate word." The hawkish woman added to Aryyna's comment, letting off a meager smile, but still lacking that certain smooth and venomous tone that made Neitar, well, Neitar. "I am moste pleased to be within the halls of such a glorious, radiante bein' once more. Furthermore, I am moste gratified you even find a repugnante sow such as me worthy... h-however..."

She looked around nervously, then found herself unable to look into the woman's eyes any longer. The question burning a hole in her mind was either too embarrassing or too deadly.

Reluctantly, she made her way to the opposite end of the divan, and eagerly began to caress the Illharress' feet. Despite the sharp-edged features of her face, the woman actually seemed quite practiced at it. "The trial is no' complete. No' nearly... Bute I needed to ask you..."

"I hav' to understand... your daugtare and you..."

"All this lack of security... all this boozin' and sleepin' around... You haven' slite her up for being a lay aboute, and she doesn' even give you thate eye like she wants to axe you for power... It's... It's insanity, Illharess..."

Kodos
05-31-2012, 01:42 AM
Aryyna sighed happily as Neitar began caressing her bare feet. "You call it insanity because you're stupid." She laughed before taking a drag from her pipe. "I trust Draeva. Completely. She's my baby girl, and she always will be, no matter how old she gets." Aryyna sounded proud. "She's terrible taste in wine, and in who and what she shares her bed with, but I love her anyway."

Aryyna pulled away and stood up, pulling Neitar up by her hands and laying her down on the divan before laying on top of her, kissing her deeply and placing her hands around her waist before continuing, her own hand caressing Neit's face. "You're not too bad looking yourself," she breathed. "It's only insanity to you because you don't-" another kiss "-understand. Maybe someday-" and another "-you will. Or maybe you won't. I think you're clever" and another "though, so I'm hopeful you'll get it. I think you'll go far. I could find all sorts of -" and another still "-uses for a clever, pretty, driven girl like you, you know." She smiled.

Regantor
05-31-2012, 02:18 AM
Neitar took time calculating her next words, soothed by Aryyna's body, but also still completely on edge. She ended up going out of her way to caress the woman just to buy time.

"I... I didn'te wante to deal with you... I'll be honeste... I'm no coward bute... you... you... terrify me." She chose to be frank in the end, kissing the woman's neck now in a bid to continue avoiding eye contact. "And from a business prospective, I could never 'ope to come oute on top..."

"Lolth wanted me to kill a priestess. I shouldn' tell you this, bute there it is... Hwesta is a priestess, so it's easy, and our god would love thate, bute... bute..."

"Hwesta is my daughtare." It was a small, hushed, pathetic whisper, like a guilty secret confessed. Her face slowly pulled back as a lump built in her throat, sharp eyes as evasive as ever. "You muste know... How do I... How do I stop this feelin'?... Will ite end after the... deal?... I'll perform another favor for you if you wante, just... she can'te juste stop me from killing her... that's... too... pathetic..."

Kodos
05-31-2012, 02:27 AM
Aryyna looked shocked for a few terrifying seconds before she laughed. "You're honest. I like that. And you should be afraid of me." She kissed Neitar deeply. "I'm pretty fucking hardcore, you know. Could turn you into all sorts of things. Or just explode you. Or melt you. Or lots of things. But why would I? You haven't done anything to piss me off... Right?" Another kiss and a laugh.

"There are plenty of priestesses. Plenty of priestesses here, even. Except Cyryssa. You can't kill her. She owes me money still." Aryyna laughed softly, but then seemed to get serious. "Look at you. You actually love her, don't you? Your Hwesta? Like my Draeva?" Aryyna saw Neitar nod no and poorly lie, blushing as she did.

"Well, look," Aryyna sounded slightly annoyed, "if you're not going to be honest with me, I can't help you. If that's the case, kill the bitch then. The Goddess'll like that. 'Sides, you'll probably be doing some of the other priestesses a favor." She shrugged. "Personally, I love my Draeva and I think she's the best fucking thing that ever happened to me. But that's me." She kissed Neit and gave her a mocking little smile, equal parts cruel cattiness and friendly teasing. "Guess I'm just a better mom, eh?"

Regantor
05-31-2012, 02:41 AM
Neit felt powerless. It was like being in bed with a dragon. Only that creature melted her like butter in it's hands, metaphorically rather than literally.

Still. She couldn't admit to getting all mushy and weak at the knees, not just because some little runt said some cute drivel at some point. Another deep, lustfull kiss allowed her some time to think.

"...Bute...I can'te love her. I need to kill her. Whate kind of a drow would lete a little fluster like thate stop them, ife they had to?..." Her voice was still hushed, grating, masking turmoil with agitation. "...I need to know how to stop ite... A potion. A drug. Anything..."

Kodos
05-31-2012, 02:43 AM
Aryyna shrugged. "I dunno. I hear the most beautiful and perfect Drow alive who's also the greatest Wizard in all the Underdark loves her daughter. I hear she's also an ilharess, and that she's got the most amazing rack. They also tell rumors that she is beyond amazing in the sack. I've also heard it said that she likes it when her partners quit whining like little bitches and either quit lying to themselves, or at least stop mewling like Chitines." Aryyna smiled.

Regantor
05-31-2012, 11:16 AM
"I... I'm sorry, Illharess, I didn'te mean to... Whate you 'ave with your beautiful Draeva is so perfecte I would not dare compare it..." Neitar apologized innately, despite how much she was unsure that could actually anger the dominating woman or not. Her lithe, deep stone-grey figure seemed to anxiously quiver under every touch. "It's juste a feature I 'av always hidden."

"Can'te understand ite. Dunno how ite happened. Never had trouble guttin' a bitch who had ite commin'." She attempted to solidify her voice and speak with more confidence, but it didn't change the fact that a drow opening up to another drow tended to be a bit like giving them a loaded crossbow. "Always avoided the three ofe 'em, bute Hwesta, she can never seem to see a wrong-doin'... S'why I pute 'er with the church, you see... Toughen her up..."

"Clumbsy little fuck. And a bite ofe a whinner. Bute I can'te hite her withoute feelin' I've lost somethin'..." She continued, burring her face into Aryyna's assets to apologize for the self-indulgent talk. "So... This is why I came to you... You and your flawless daughtare are the only thing I can hope to compaire ite to..."

"...Would the goddess forgive me?..."

Kodos
05-31-2012, 07:25 PM
"Well the Goddess didn't specifically ask you to kill your Hwesta, did she?" Aryyna asked with a bit of a smile, before sucking on Neit's lower lip for a few moments. "I don't see what's the problem then. I mean, she might eventually ask you. Then you'd have a problem. But she hasn't, yet, so you don't." Aryyna smiled. "And forgiveness? For fucks sake you sound like one of the shitheads from the world above." Aryyna laughed. "Course She'll never forgive you. She hasn't forgiven you for being born. I mean, we can't all be perfect like me."

Regantor
05-31-2012, 10:40 PM
Neitar managed to meekly join her gaze with that of Aryyna now, repeatedly opening her mouth to talk, but not finding the words to respond with.

"You're righte, ofe course, Illharess." Was the sentence she settled on, accompanied by a renewed slew of soft kisses upon the woman's neck. "I am indebted for your advice. As shameful as ite is for me to pute words upon your glorious lips, the debt is moreso provided another soul does not know ofe my teste. Any service woulde be my honou're."

Kodos
06-02-2012, 09:10 PM
"Of course of course I'm right. I'm always right." Aryyna breathed happily.

"Oh, I won't tell anyone. You can trust me. I'm very good at keeping secrets." That's not ominous at all! "And you don't have to do anything for me, gorgeous." Aryyna sighed happily as she started undressing Neit. "At least, not yet."

She seems nice. Maybe she, and not T'puuli, was the crazy brain damage ilharess.

Regantor
06-02-2012, 11:37 PM
Within the the dress' plume of jet black feathers, Neitar was a whispish, statuesk charcoal form. A gift rapped living ornament, wreathed in curved and repetitive blade-patterns the color of night.

Insults to compliments, enemies to friends, all in one sitting... What was going on?... Neit was suppressing the urge to tremble with every breath. No conversation was supposed to go this well. Nobody wanted nothing in return for a favor.

She wanted to do a favor in return. Anything was better than this paralyzing anxiety. Anything was better than not being on par with the ancient and powerful she-demon currently smothering your semi-naked form.

"I truste you, Illharess... Juste give the worde when you do so req'uire my actione..."

The others were probably wondering what the hell was taking so long. But, hey, she took on the pants when she took the test, so...

Carnally, the shaded drow did her best to lessen her debt using her mouth, her hands and her chest.

"I only... ah... wonder aboute the series ofe events... those which lead to such a.... unique, brilliante, radiante creature..."

Kodos
06-07-2012, 03:41 PM
"A woman has to have her secrets." Aryyna purred. "And I have plenty."

***

Aryyna was probably the best woman Neit'd ever been with. She'd had centuries of experience, and had no doubt picked up a lot of her tricks from Succubi. And the craziest thing of all was that she seemed to actually take a genuine interest in seeing that Neit enjoyed herself.

Doesn't she know that sex is basically just multiplayer masturbation?

***

"You're sure you have to go?" Aryyna sighed happily while an attractive and barely clothed Human woman fed her exotic surface fruits. I was thinking of going hunting later. There's a few Chitine villages not far from here. They're usually good sport. You're welcome to come along."

Regantor
06-07-2012, 11:36 PM
"Very temptin'." Neit responded, still refastening the side-mounted strings of her bodice. "Bute I think the sooner I complete the taske, the bettar. Ite would be arrogante to assume that the goddess takes personal intereste in my actions, yet givin' her the opportunity to become bored withe waitin' does not sound so' appealin' either."

There was a warm grin permanently taking up residence on her face, and she instinctively made herself turn away to hide such a un-drowy reaction. Was that part of Aryyna's plan? To make Neitar feel like she had won at the sex, and thus owed the woman even more? The wispish grey thing had spent the entire time putting an abnormal time trying to make Aryyna gain more pleasure instead, but she wasn't so sure she had succeeded all that much.

"Perhaps we coulde do this again sometime, however?" Her voice was soft, cautious, delicate. She allowed the smile to be shown now, through in her mind it was practically a sign of submission, despite how genuinely her heart meant it. Despite how much it lusted for more. Was it the danger itself? Was this attracting, alien feeling some kind of trick all along? "I do not think ite possible for someone to desire less of your radiante company. Furthermore, I do still of course owe you considerable debte... Your beheste is all I require, Illharess, truly."

Kodos
06-07-2012, 11:48 PM
Aryyna gave a genuinely warm smile. "That would be lovely. Maybe I could even invite T'puuli. She's dumb as shit, but she's fun. And she's got skill where it counts, aha." Aryyna rose, still nude, and embraced Neit and kissed her forehead before kissing her more deeply on the lips.

"I'm sure you will pass Her test. Lots of bitches dumber and uglier than you have." She smiled and sounded... honest? "Just don't get reckless. Good things come to those who wait, and the clever spider weaves her web carefully, and deliberately."

Aryyna gave her another kiss and a smack on the bottom. "Off you go then!"

Regantor
06-08-2012, 02:04 AM
Neit's face flushed a deep grey-reddish Sienna color, through still spliced by the pure black blades of her decorated jowls. Receiving compliments from a superior, especially when she had barely done anything, made her feel even more suspicious, but she had to admit that Aryyna was quickly gaining a grasp on her imagination that she found it difficult of remove.

"T-thank you, Illharess!" Was the most complex phrase her mind could string together as she began to walk away. Still, she halted to return a pleasant smile, and leaned over at the chest with a rather coy motion. "I'll t-try n-not to make this meetin' a waste ofe your time. Goodbye for now."

///

Walking back out into the cold street air felt far too much like it had all been a dream. More than a single stray lavander-hue hair still remained on her clothes as evidence, but she had to remove them regardless, in fear of what the others might think.

Time to finally find a wizard and contact Hwesta.

///

When Neit tracked down Alsiif and Ryyna again she had already managed to get particularly drunk once more. That crushing, overwhelming fear had somehow worn off, and she was back to her old unfocused self again... more or less.

"Sidetracked, sorrizz. Ie gote sum toolse." A pair of hefty pliers were placed on the table, followed by a large bundle of needles, hooks, chains and other sinister impliments. "Talked to 'westa... We are goin' to Ulurei in Avenussz... You commin'?"

Evil_Cake
06-12-2012, 11:21 PM
Alsiif leaned over and started fondling the hooks. "I'll definitely be coming if we get to use these on someone.. Ahm.." She looked over at Neitar, "but do you know who that could be yet?"

Regantor
06-13-2012, 10:27 PM
"Dunno. 'westy should know somebody who is juste askin' to be ripped to shreds, through." Neitar responded with a humored shrug, spinning a rather large needle effortlessly around her fingers. "Not thate I gives a shits who they are, bute we won' even have to cover our assess ife we can finde a bitch people already wante dead."

"...Think if you kepte givin' somebody healin' potions, you could drown 'em in their own blood?..." Her fingers suddenly flattened out and slammed onto the table, driving the pin satisfyingly deep into the fungi. "...Oh, and I wante you involved, hun... bute we mighte need to finde a place outside the temple to jump 'er, yeah?"

Superdooperphailmachine
06-19-2012, 11:50 AM
Ryyna started playing around with the pliers. "One of us could ask her out to an orgy or something I guess? We've got the gear."

Regantor
06-19-2012, 10:49 PM
Neit looked ponderous for a moment.

After a pause, she arced her back and shot an alluring, sexually charged pose towards one of Ryyna's orc flunkies. He stammered forward a little, allowing himself to believe his good fortune because for the briefest of moments... before she planted a thought in his head which gave him an aversion (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/psionic/powers/aversion.htm) to his own underpants junk.

"Yes." The shaded thing remarked blankly, taking a renewed sip of her drink. "We have tha' geare."

Kodos
06-28-2012, 09:49 AM
It costs each of you 450gp for the teleport. It will cost you all 10gp per slave you leave behind to have em left in secure slavepens. For now I will make it a flat low rate. In the future I will likely make it based on how long you are gone and stuff.

The party sobered up, met up again, and headed to the nearest Wizard for hire to arrange for teleport to Ulurei.

***

Ulurei was a small city by Drow standards, but far larger and more populous than any of the nearby Human settlements in Avernus - to say nothing of the laughable hovels the Troglodytes called home.
The city itself was built into a truly massive column which ran from the floor to the ceiling of the Western Vault.
It was cold and damp, there in Avernus. Not cold enough that they were in danger of hypothermia, but certainly chilly enough that a nice cloak would have been nice.

From the literal edge of the city they could look out onto the Western Vault itself. Much of Avernus was illuminated - bioluminescent fungi were endemic to Avernus and the ceiling of the Western Vault was home to many large patches of such fungi, bathing the great cavern in a faint, sickly, green light.

From such vantage points the trio could make several walled settlements and fortresses of the Human kingdom of Avernus, as well as numerous underground mountains, stalactites and stalagmites, and other such things. Still; if they were going to spend much time outside the city (once Lolth's Test was complete, of course), a map would be a very wise investment.

EDIT: Regarding the cold; you can spend 20 GP to buy a fashionable and comfy cloak that will make you look and feel hot. Or you can tough it out. The Western Vault is cold and damp, but not dangerously so. The worst that will happen to you is that after a while in the open - outside the city really - you might get uncomfortable.

Regantor
06-29-2012, 07:01 PM
Since Neit always dressed rather modestly (or at least unrevealingly) anyway, she didn't really seem to be all that effected by the breeze. Even that one doofy Grimlock she brought along was permitted to use it's blanket as a cloak, making 'Zuokx' look like a rather amusingly horrible vagrant bed monster.

What the crowish Drow did do was brood during the entire journey, obsessively planning out her every word and option days in advance. The alcohol she brought with her was running out rather quickly.

First things first, she lead the group in a search for a decent place to stay for this night at least, keeping an eye out for any recent upheavals or signs that Hwesta intended to have her church cronies ambush them. Particularly, she had a gander at the location of the monastery itself before making her presence known. It didn't really help that Neit had not been within the city for years, but she did her best to scratch her brain for a memory or two about the surroundings.

Gather Information;
1d20+15=30 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3588180/)

Knowledge (Local, Ulurei);
1d20=19 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3590313/)

Knowledge (Local, Western Vault);
1d20=12 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3590335/)

Knowledge (Geography);
1d20=16 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3590314/)

Kodos
07-01-2012, 11:47 AM
Neitar knew that Ulurei's valsharess, Arra, was a member of House Rendanvlos, although the numerous banners in the city, the emblems on the guards armor, and the fact that a not insignificant number of the guards were clearly demonblooded or, in the ritzier areas, actual bound Demons, kind of gave that away, too.

Ulurei is also the resting place of the pommel of some manner of powerful artifact sword which had been brought down by the earliest Human expedition to Avernus, and used to slay some particularly badass Balor. Obviously, the sword later was somehow destroyed, and its pommel fallen into the hands of the Drow of Ulurei.

The Western Vault was home to numerous settlements built by the Humans of their Kingdom of Avernus, and the vault itself was the smaller of the two largest vaults in Avernus, second only to the Grand Gallery in the east. North, in the tunnels of Northwestern Avernus, there was some manner of Gold Dragon, as well as more Human settlements, and the Drow city of Yathrinser. To the south were the twisting tunnels of the aptly named Labyrinth.

The Western Vault is where the Humans of Avernus first entered into Avernus, although the entrance to the surface they used has long since collapsed in a cave-in. Although the Human settlements in the Western Vault are the oldest, they are not the wealthiest, with the most populous, wealthy, and important Avernite settlements being instead in the Grand Gallery. The Humans of Avernus have been in more or less perpetual on-again-off-again war with the Troglodytes since, well, for as long as there have been Avernites.

***

Neit was able to find a particularly nice and fancy inn for the party to stay at, that afforded them the proper luxury for women of their status, and seemed to be very safe - by Drow standards anyway. It would cost them each 4 GP per night, and additional 4 SP for every slave who would not be staying with them as house-hold slaves and instead made to wait in the slave pens.

***

The city's Temple of Lolth was on the literal southern edge of the city, on the highest level, overlooking the rest of the Western Vault. It was large, imposing, and generally typical. The party could see a massive Bebilith milling about a enormous web built along the edge of the column. The guards, otherwise, were mostly pureblooded Drow, and a few bound Succubi. Plus, of course, countless spiders.

Regantor
07-01-2012, 08:07 PM
Neit didn't take a single chance, moving sharply and swiftly, sticking to the shadows. As happy as she was for seeing Hwesta again, it didn't make sense to assume her daughter was just as upbeat about the prospect. She knew that Neit wanted to talk to her for a reason, after all.

Much to the annoyance of the manager, the Grimlock got left behind in the hotel room proper. But the simpleton seemed to enjoy lurking on the sofa and devouring the food provided by the highly disturbed and confused staff. It was a Drow city outside of that room, at least, so Neit knew it wouldn't bother going far.

The bar she had chosen to meet Hwesta within was a large an dank place, carved directly out of a moderately huge stalagmite lump. It was dimly glowing and smoking out of all the entrances, rather resembling a furnace. There was probably a name, but Neit was too obsessed concentrating on what lied ahead to read the sign.

A girl in a black dress waved to Neit from a stool at the bar, looking largely flustered and excited.

Neit concentrated for a second, then gave off a baleful look. For a second, her eyes let off a deep scarlet glow.

The girl grasped her head, spat out a steam of blood, then died in a heap.

"Testin' whither Ie remembere your face?" Everyone within the vicinity caught a sudden, reverberating whisper. It felt painfully close. From inside one's skull.

There was a sudden screech of laughter at the back, deep within the amassed crowds.

Neitar followed it urgently, dragging the others quickly along with her.

Hwesta (http://www.freewebs.com/handcannon/MoontanSumi-e2.jpg) was not exactly a splitting image, but you could tell she was Neit's daughter from a mile off. Shorter and more fair-featured, but just as dark skinned, she bore a impressive regalia of spiraling pink tattoos, resembling the knotted skulls and spinal columns of twisted sea creatures. Void-black plumes of feathers made up almost all of her outfit, through she saw fit to display far more of her flesh than Neit ever did. Everything was loud, jagged and provoking, right up to her mid-length hot pink hair style.

"Fucke you mom!" The thing made an agitated squeak, through her large, angular eyes spoke of amusement. It didn't take her long to let out a full-on bellowing laugh over the death of her own assassin. "Thate totally coulda been, like, me!"

"She had poisone all over 'er face and necke. Two guesses 'ow I knew." Neit looked whimsically disappointed, before darting a glance to both of Hwesta's rather large and ungainly orc bodyguards. "Plus Ie know you wouldn' be dumb enoughe to come alone anyhow..."

"Well I know you are thinkin' about killin' me. Ya shouldn'a told me about the teste, ma..." She pouted, pouring the four of them a pungent orange-coloured drink. The mood had changed on a dime to being warm and welcoming, and Neit was confident enough to inhale the drink without question, sitting down across the table.

"Ah. And these two fuckers must be your friends..." Hwesta continued, making a large smile. "A pleasure to meet you! Come on, sit! Drink!..."

"-Oh, and please call me Yathrin or I'll have to knock all your teeth out. :3"

Evil_Cake
07-01-2012, 09:42 PM
"Ah.. This is your daughter, Neit? I'm.. pretty jealous." Alsiif plopped down at the table and waved a finger/claw at one of the drinks. It floated daintily over to Alsiif's hand, and she took a sip. It might have been easier to just grab the glass, but maybe she was trying to be cool.

Regantor
07-03-2012, 11:58 PM
Hwesta just beamed one of those full, infectious smiles over to Alsiif and crooked her head over at a bemused angle. "You're awfully cute for a demonbloode, you know..." Keeping in mind that she was an actual ranked cleric of Lolth, that was probally one of the least bad things the woman had heard one say to her. "A bitty goofy, bute cute, for sure... You're not, like, really hyper olde, or a eye-stabbin' mega sado-macho-persone, are ya? Or some freaky loser who only screws males?"

"How's work been honey?" Neitar cut in, eager not to waste the entire trip sitting around getting shitfaced. The expression suggested somebody trying a little too hard to hide their upbeat emotions. She still found the time to light up one of her cigars whilst talking, through. "Any of you're superiors really gettin' under your skin?..."

"Maybe. But I wante to know what I'm gettin' out of ite." Hwesta replied, ushering one of her body guards to hand feed her some grapes. "You guys juste, like, gonna threaten to kill me if I don't help your sorry asses, or whate?... Come on ma! These fuckers might not realize ite, bute I know you're broke!"

Neit just gazed at Ryyna. The classy bitch was the one with all the cash, after all. "Give me a loane. 5000 GP. You can have the Grimlocke as intereste."

The young priest just looked on expectantly, apparently comfortable with that unspectacular amount. There could be warmth within the Inthuul household after all...

Superdooperphailmachine
07-04-2012, 06:28 PM
"Keep the Grimlock." Ryyna tossed Neit a bag of gold, as if it were some worthless sack of shit.

Regantor
07-08-2012, 07:17 PM
Neit just slid it across to Hwesta, barely giving it a gander. "Thanks sweetie."

The young priestess, on the other hand, did take the time to open it up and have a look before continuing. The returned smile continued to be far warmer than it had any right to be. "... Juste between you fucks and me... There is 'dis little whore called Yathrin Riknueth... Same 'ousing stack... A wee bit older. Pretty. Likes to spread rumors to deflect 'de facte she sneaks out at nighte to fuck slave orcs and monsters and shite... Moste de-fe-nilly fucked in tha brain stem, fo' sure. Don'te think she'll be missed all thate much. I think I know tha route she uses, too... Good enough?"

"I knew you were mye favorite for a reason!" Neit grasped Hwesta's cheeks, then knelt across the table to plant a kiss softly on her forehead.

"Moooom~! You're makin' me look like a fuckin' pussy infronte a ya friends!"

Evil_Cake
07-09-2012, 04:21 AM
Alsiif smiled at the mother and daughter, then took another drink. "Sounds good to me... She likes to fuck the orcs tho? Really?" Alsiif rested her head in her hand. "I guess she'll be lucky to have us fuck her over instead.."

Superdooperphailmachine
07-13-2012, 04:03 PM
"She's probably just got a creature fetish." Ryyna took Alsiifs drink and had a couple sips.
"Anyway I've got a few orcs, when you wanna do this?"

Regantor
07-19-2012, 08:20 PM
After another round of drinks, Hwesta explained to them the locations of all the more subtle exits around the temple, and the times when no rituals were to be taken place. Neit could plant dirty thoughts in the woman's head for a range, and they could just wait outside, but they would still likely have to stake out the place for quite a while.

Next, the conversation turned to what exactly they were going to do with her.

"You could totally plant wasp eggs in 'ur eyeballs!" Hwesta was pretty excited about joining in, despite the fact that actually being there would be far too incriminating for her.

"Thate takes too longe.. an' we don'te have any wasps!..." Neit retorted, laughing and getting jam from her strangely-colored desert everywhere. "I thinke we should juste lete some orcs mangle her up. Right mashed in. For fun... Of course, she mighte enjoy tha' wun a beet too muche."

Planning things in detail whilst stoned and drunk probably wasn't the best way of doing things, but it was the drow way.

Evil_Cake
07-23-2012, 09:10 PM
Alsiif started scratching at the table with a claw, and muttered, "Can't let orcs and wasps have all the fun..."

Superdooperphailmachine
07-24-2012, 03:26 PM
"I still think we should tear her apart with hooks and chains."

Regantor
07-24-2012, 09:25 PM
"Ah, yeah, tha plan..." Neit suddenly came to a realization, and fished around in her luggage for something. It was Ryyna's original scribble; She nudged it across to Hwesta.

"...You know... you have to, like, kill 'er, right?..." The young thing did not look particularly impressed, fanning herself with it. She was still shooting fond little looks at Alsiif, despite herself.

"Yea I knowe." Neit just shrugged, still enjoying licking her fingers free of that sweet jammy substance. "Bute we gotta make a show of ite... Lolth likes a show... and bein' a Drow is all aboute likin' a liddle performance."

A whole bunch of new sadistic and vile thoughts crossed the sharp woman's mind as she lit up a fresh stogie and rolled it across her lips palatably. The last thing she expected was that she'd come to savor this opportunity, but here she was. Murdering pathetic little abdrow or useless backstreet whores was an entire different game than killing a ranked, equal-footed, well respected Drow mistress. It made her feel like a hunter. Or maybe a judge. No matter how much she consumed, it didn't seem to kill the burgeoning new appetite now corroding her belly.

"I can'te deside!" She closed her eyes, and made a slow, upbeat sigh. "Maybe we shoulde juste go shoppin', and snag a few extdra treatse? Healthe potions ar' always an optione."

Evil_Cake
07-25-2012, 11:02 PM
Each time Hwesta would peek at her, Alsiif would peek back. It was a fun game, but the narcoleptic Alsiif wasn't quite sure what to think of this priestess... It seemed awfully sweet, but maybe that was just an act, and really she was planning to murder everyone in some sort of trap tonight. Alsiif plopped her head down on the table and sighed. It was probably best not to worry about this kind of crap. If Hwesta was some sort of devious genius trickster, they'd just have to beat her up. If she really was this friendly... well that would just be weird. "Ahm.. Healing potions would be nice.. That way we can do all sorts of fun stuff.. I'd also like something to pull out her teeth with, maybe... if we gonna be doing that sorta thing."

Regantor
07-26-2012, 04:53 PM
***

The next few days were a bit of an awkward affair. They had to bounce between the super-expensive taverns and clubs near the central cathedral complex in order to look like tourists, all the while keeping an eye out for their prey.

Neit would go into strange sleep-like trances for hours on end, propping herself up with drink after drink. It was to plant lustful thoughts into their target's brain, or at least that's what she said. She was none to pleased with Hwesta constantly turning up and asking to take part, through the brooding, malicious woman always seemed to find a way to let her feisty daughter down gently.

The plan was pretty straight forward. They'd tail Yathrin Riknueth into the backstreets, and act like part of the swarming crowds. Too close to the temple and the people would see them do it. Too far and the bint would get away.

Timing was everything.

***

On the sixth day, they finally spotted the woman hurriedly making her way out of the complex. The description was more or less how Hwesta described; A pale, lithe drown of average height, with skin the color of darkish marble. She wore a revealing, tight black leather get up, and a jagged, expensive-looking red tiara. She looked flustered.

The guards following her were sparse, maybe a bit cleaner and healthier looking than normal. The most noticeable were two slathering, imposing trolls whom were completely armored from head to foot, and bearing great axes the size of small trees. Two immaculate female orcs with clear human (or possibly even Drow, Lolth forbid) heritage followed directly behind, clinging to the cleric's sides, one armed with an axe and a tiny metal chestplate, whilst the other was naked save for a metal collar. The rear guard was two gnarly faced male orcs who armed identically, through they were clearly bread for size and where considerably more fearsome.

Neit didn't hesitate. She bolted upright, and a reddish glow flickered around her for a few seconds whilst her inertial armour was activated.

They drifted into the crowds and acted absent minded, all the while gaining ground.

As time passed, the sprawling alleyways and back passages only got darker and thinner, and the masses of shameful homeless vermin and lewd pedestrians thinned out steadily...

Neitar's bluff checks. Everybody needs to make six, to represent all the time they are taking following her...

1d20+15=23,
1d20+15=19,
1d20+15=19,
1d20+15=18,
1d20+15=34,
1d20+15=27 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3625725/)

I'll post her opposing rolls (to see if she notices and attacks) in my next post.

Evil_Cake
07-26-2012, 05:02 PM
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3625757/ 17
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3625758/ = 17
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3625759/ = 18
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3625760/ = 9
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3625761/ = 22
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3625762/ = 13


reroll 9 to 25 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3625823/

Superdooperphailmachine
07-26-2012, 05:03 PM
Ryyna stayed fairly close to Neit as they flowed through the traffic.

Bluff: 1d20+21=23, 1d20+21=38, 1d20+21=32, 1d20+21=36, 1d20+21=30, 1d20+21=39 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3625756/)

Regantor
07-26-2012, 08:39 PM
Yathrin Riknueth was paranoid, skittish, the entire time. On a few occasions she looked back twice at Neit or Alsiif, but apparently decided it was better to hurry out of danger. Perhaps she didn't want to report being attacked if it meant telling people where she was going?...

At any rate, the three of them eventually managed to lurk closer and closer towards her. The hastened woman dragged her bodyguards down a narrow, empty gap between two monolithic buildings, and the perfect attack window was placed in their laps.

Neitar did her very best to keep the signs of her powers internal an unnoticed, slowly grasping at the minds of the slaves, as one might carefully inspect that fruit was ripened before plucking it from a tree. The intrusive, gnawing mental commands did little but order the simple-minded things to continue following her, if only for now...

Concentration checks;
1d20+14=29, 1d20+14=31, 1d20+14=30, 1d20+14=15, 1d20+14=24, 1d20+14=32 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3626029/)

Neitar managed to cast Dominate Person on both of the trolls, and the armored female orc before being noticed. (30PP).

73/103 PP remaining.
Suddenly, a flicker of psionic energy lashed out from her eyes uncontrollably, and her nose bled profusely from the effort spent in containing it. Riknueth darted her head around with terror, and observed the entire thing. But it was too late.

Neit grinned fully, her eyes full of malice and twisted amusement.

"Grabe your mastere." She whispered into the ears of her puppets. "Holde 'er down. Slow her. Make her silente. Keepe 'er in youre graspe."

The scantily armored orc woman jaggedly turned around first, grabbing the woman by the mouth. She was completely surprised (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3627565/), not least when the trolls also lumbered around and put their meaty paws underneath each one of her arms aswell.

Kodos
07-27-2012, 11:52 PM
Riknueth kicked and thrashed about as much as she could, but she was a priestess, and not a fighter. She was rather quick on her feet, quite clever, and deeply in touch with the magic of the Goddess, but none of that was much help when two Trolls, each of whom had more muscles and body-weight in a forearm than Riknueth had in her entire body, were holding her down.

The three Orcs who retained their free will looked extremely confused, raising their weapons at nothing in particular.

"What doing?!" One of the males asked Neit's dominated Orc lass in heavily accented and fragmented Undercommon.

Regantor
07-28-2012, 12:56 AM
Neitar let out a shrill laugh, slowly prancing forward along the cobblestones towards the entrapped priestess. She wasn't making any attempt to contain her powers at all now. A disembodied ringing accompanied the clatter of her high heels, and the world was flooded with a certain offbeat, otherworldly sensation. It felt like a bad dream, and Neit was the monster crawling out from under your bed.

"Looke at ze feebile wenche. Can'te even cry oute. Whate a disgrace of a preistesse." Her voice was soft but resonating, carrying with it a painful sting to the ears. "It's a shame thate you don'te jus' come with us insteade, really. Bute I guess thate you are not used to makinge up your owne minds..."

Neit used suggestion (Psionic) on the last three orcs.

All three failed (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3627624/) their DC 17 will saves.

Sorry for not waiting for you, Phail, but Cake didn't want to bother with his own surprise round, so I figured I'd just keep things rolling.

An astounding compulsion to surrender was implanted into each of their minds, willing them to submit and accept this strange, hard-edged woman as their new master.

Kodos
07-30-2012, 06:17 PM
The un-dominated Orcs simply shrugged and lowered their weapons. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.

One of the many good things about slaves, of course, was that they were used to following orders.

Regantor
07-31-2012, 02:37 AM
Neit didn't bother taunting Rikneuth or even tying her up. The priestess was thrashing and making muffled yells endlessly, but the wispish woman took an unspoken delight in letting her former slaves manhandle her through the dark streets. The trolls in particular had the mind of a child between them, and were immensely easy to persuade with the slightest kind touch or soothing word in the ear. It was not difficult to make them want to keep their old master quiet.

There was an empty chamber on the south edge that Hwesta had told them about, an expanse carved out for the abode of a rich Drow matriarch, who had promptly died before so much as moving her things in. It was still vacant other than a scraggle of human scavengers, who fled into the dark the minute the group arrived.

***

Neitar was reluctant at first. Extremely reluctant. She merely lurked with her back to the action as Alsiif and Ryyna carried out their respective gruesome ideas, nary sticking her head in to ensure that the woman didn't quite make it through death's door, before being brought back by way of forced healing potions.

No, she just got incredibly drunk instead, occupying herself by fawning over the rather buff female orcs. Rikneuth's clothes looked rather fetching on the mousey-faced smaller one. "Better thane on you!" She made sure to tell her.

Then, it was like... another part of Neitar simply woke up in the inebriated absence of the other.

A bottle was smashed on the floor. She became an artist with that single glass shard, delicate and obsessive.

When it was finished, she stared at her masterpiece for the longest of pauses, ecstatic, enraged, grinning, wide-eyed. Not so much dark-skinned any longer, as several cascading shades of red.

***

Hwesta greeted them with all the enthusiasm of a family dog as they made their way back to the hotel. She wanted to hear every single last dirty little detail about the deed.

Neit didn't say a thing.

Evil_Cake
08-01-2012, 01:11 PM
Alsiif told Neitar's daughter all about the gruesome torture-murder they had just performed. She spoke with the most enthusiasm about the acts she herself carried out, but also mentioned the most exciting things Rynna came up with, and Neit's grand finale.

"Ahm... Oh yeah.. I also brought you a momento." Alsiif stuck out her clenched hand, then opened it while turning it upwards to reveal a lock of hair. "I dunno if its your kinda thing.."

Regantor
08-03-2012, 10:33 PM
Hwesta hung off every word, childishly swooned forwards on the bed and using her elbows to prop up her wildly grinning face. She liked to commentate; Along the lines of "Fucke yeah!", "Serves the bitche righ'!" and "Shit ma, thate shoulda been me doin' id!"

One of the two bodyguards lent in and literally licked Alsiif's present at her behest. Hwesta seemed to regard the little lock of hair like the weirdest gift she'd ever received, but still took it and twirled it around in her fingers...

"You're... You're suche a fuckin' freak!..." The girl commented after a long pause... Then proceeded to blush up a little and send Alsiif a twistedly amused glance. "I mean, seriously! That's fuckin' sinister-in-the-head behavior! You're... Y-you're adorable!..."

"Mom! Your friend'is cute as shite!"

It sounded like a call for approval or something, but Neit wasn't bothered. She had her eyes just next to closed, and had her feet perched into the lap of that rather mousey orc that she liked from before, which was currently giving her a foot massage.

"We neede ta decide who is keepin' these. I wante this cow. Aryyna would like her... A trolle would be nice too... bute I'm up for negotiationse."

Superdooperphailmachine
08-06-2012, 07:16 PM
"I'll just be taking a troll." Ryyna smiled at Neit.

Regantor
08-06-2012, 09:07 PM
Neit crooned her head and considered the deal for a minute. If she gave the trolls away, they'd still be around the group, and she could just dominate them in the worst case scenario. She did it to the other bitch, after all... But there was a little something reassuring about giving the enemy a nice fat target to shoot at first, should they ever come under attack.

"I'lle have thise squash-faced horrore and one of ze trollse, thene...." She stroked the mongrel woman's hair gently, her voice soft and baleful. Her expression was still glazed over and completely devoid of humor, so it seemed to think she was intentionally intimidating it, and refused to make eye contact whilst continuing to make the best job of the foot massage that it could. "Ryyna, youe cane 'ave the other pair of ze same... People say youe are good with takin' care ofe ze males, Alsiif, so I guesse you shoulde 'ave the laste two..."

"Deale?"

Basically she's suggesting;

Alsiif gets the male fighter orc and the male barbarian orc.

Ryyna gets one troll and the female barbarian orc.

and she gets the other troll and the female fighter orc.

Feel free to argue, through.

Evil_Cake
08-07-2012, 12:19 AM
"Ahm... Thats fine... I guess they can guard my shit." Alsiif leaned against a wall and looked at the floor. "But I gotta feed them and stuff..?"

Superdooperphailmachine
08-07-2012, 09:09 PM
"Sounds good enough to me."

Regantor
08-07-2012, 09:53 PM
"Youe can do whate you like, dere' yours..." Neit responded to Alsiif flatly, leaning back further into her chair. Well, that was easy enough...

***

Hwesta seemed to swoon over Alsiif a little more than she had to whilst the group was leaving, mooching up way too close and messing with those demonic talons, as if to confirm if they were real.

Neit just kissed her on the head, gave her the keys to the Grimlock that had stayed within the room, and then set off with her new charges in tow. If she was still worried about the girl, she was doing a damn good job of hiding it.

Perhaps she was preoccupied. They had to get back to complete the ritual, after all.

***

It was getting to the point where the group had abducted so many Shebali, it almost felt easier than just buying one. Neit seemed completely jaded this time, however, and didn't put as much relish into the affair as she normally seemed to.

Kuttra Taur was it's usual self, through, and nobody really seemed to notice or care.

Neit simply left the captive with Alsiif and Rynna whilst she sulked off, not bothering to tell them where she was going.

The fancy she-orc was in tow, through, so it was probably a little obvious.

Kodos
08-08-2012, 03:50 PM
When Neitar explained she had a gift, the slave was quite thoroughly examined by several of Aryyna's servants, no doubt checking for any poison, magical traps, or other things.

There were, after all, lots of places you could hide weapons and poisons.

***

Aryyna met with Neitar in a room that was actually within her Kuttra Taur residence, rather than somewhere in Laelda'uren. The fungal room was lavishly shaped and decorated with various animal furs from both the Underdark and the World Above. Aryyna herself was seated on a a divan, wearing only a Dire Polar Bear fur-lined cloak, a thong, and thigh-high fur-topped boots of what appeared to be spider-chitin, while smoking a long cigarette of what, judging by the smell, wasn't anything hallucinogenic or mind-altering.

"Neit!" She said happily. "Back already? And with a gift! For me!" She seemed almost genuinely flattered. "What did you get me?" She purred, rising with an exaggerated bounce and feigned ignorance. "I like the Greenskin. Is she my gift?" Aryyna asked, draping her arms over Neitar's shoulders and kissing her softly.

Regantor
08-12-2012, 11:55 PM
Neit smiled wearily, giving a polite nod.

"She ise." Was the simple response, cut short by her clear awkwardness. As tame as she seemed by some Ilharesses' standards, there was still never really a way of telling what would make the powerful wizard turn on you, and what would not. "I woulde 'ave broughte more, bute I as yet still have not been back to speake to zhe goddess. I hope she ise enoughe for now..."

The sharp woman took a moment to fawn over her host, making sure to make up for the lack of words. Truth was, she still had a lump in her throat and she was not sure why... Perhaps it was coming so close to involving Hwesta in her murderous game, as ludicrous as that is considering the girl's complete lack of innocence. Perhaps it was a certain sub-concious fear over letting herself fall for this glorious, dangerous, poisonous woman.

Ultimately, Neit supposed, she was terrified by the prospect of loosing control.

Right now all she could do was passionately kiss the woman's neck and hope for a reduction in difficult questions.

Kodos
08-14-2012, 04:31 PM
Aryyna smiled at Neitar, her body shuddering slightly at Neit's attentions and a small moan of pleasure escaping from her mouth. "Mmm, she's lovely. You didn't have to to get me a gift, you know, I was only joking." she said, possibly truthfully. Who knew but the Goddess?

Pulling Neitar's face away from her neck and kissing her deeply, the Ilharess smiled. "It is wise not to keep Her waiting. Go and claim your reward, and when you return we shall go hunting." Another kiss. "It will be fun. You can ride with me. Your two minions can come along too, if you'd like - they do have mounts, right? Ever been on a Dragon? No, of course not, you couldn't afford it, but it's fun, trust me." Another kiss as Aryyna turned Neit around and gave her a playful slap on the rear.

"Off you go then!"

***

The return trip to the shrine (and, ultimately, the return trip from the shrine back to Kuttra Taur) was once again fortunately uneventful. Neitar carefully went through the ritual again, and all the horror it entailed, to once again find herself prostrate before the Goddess.

"Lolth, Queen of the Demonweb Pits, Queen of Spiders, the Tyrant Poisoner, Mother of the Drow, the Huntress and the Webspinner, hears your noisome call and deigns fit to answer once again, neitar inthuul.
Know that your pathetic offering has been found acceptable once more, although again barely so. Know to that I see and hear all and know of your success in the simple task which I, the mighty Lolth, had set before you. Indeed, I had known when I assigned it to you that you would succeed in it. Do not, however, think that you have pleased your Goddess, neitar inthuul, now that you have merely not disappointed her fully."

Then, the Goddess smiled, a cruel, terrifying, vicious smile. "But you have distinguished yourself. Set yourself apart from the hideous, mewling, retards who would deign themselves fit to serve Me. You are still a hideous, loathsome, wretched thing, neitar inthuul, but perhaps you are less so than the worst of your peers." Neitar found herself rising up to her knees, looking up into the eyes of the Goddess as arcane power flowed through her. "You are less ugly the ugliest whore. Congratulations."

And once again, Neitar found herself showered and assaulted by spiders. But the humiliation and fear was not all Lolth had left her. Neitar was different, somehow, she knew it. She could feel it. The Queen of the Demonweb Pits had gifted her with the power that was her birthright. She knew these powers, and she knew how to wield them, as if she always had. It was natural, to her, now.

Praise be unto Lolth!

Neit gains Dancing Lights, Darkness, and Faerie Fire as spell-like abilities which can each be used once per day. The caster level for these spell-like abilities is equal to her class level total.
You're now all back in Kuttra Taur. Neit has been invited to go hunting. It's up to Reg/Her to decide if she wants to bother bringing the other two along. Also Neit should probably spend 10 gold to spread news of her success in the Test - maybe it will attract followers... like her sister? WHO KNOWS. Still, she's a Drow, and what Drow doesn't want to brag about how wonderful she is?

Regantor
08-15-2012, 01:16 AM
Neitar's sinister new powers were not a secret to Alsiif and Ryyna. Through still as quiet, shell shocked and absent-minded as she had been after the first sacrifice, her exhausted face did now bear an element of soiled pride, mixed in with the mounds upon mounds of self-disgust. Even whilst still clambering down the cliff uneasily, she toyed with the new, arcane sensations burning at her unaccustomed veins.

It made her feel unreal. Ghostly. A little omnipotent.

It felt good.

The entire way back to their abode, small hellish orbs of yellowish balefire trailed behind her, sometimes whimsically attempting to form shapes at her command, but mostly just remaining a hazy, formless painting of Neitar's exhausted mental state.

///

The hunting party wasn't a secret either. Neitar had never considered the other two to be followers, but appreciated that Aryyna and probably a few others seemed to think that way. Thus, inviting them along could only really do her good.

Hwesta was the first to hear about the success of the ritual, but she sent a few kindly 'informative' messages to some old friends whilst she had the chance, too. They were phrased less like she had just hunted down and murdered several people, and more as if she had just been gifted a very nice new piece of furniture.

Regardless of her chronic lack of funds, she did buy some new clothes to smooch up to Aryyna, too. Consisting of little more than an ungainly mass of leather belts and a few brass-studded small metal plates on the chest and privates, you could hardly say she bought it because it would help her hunt...

Being arm candy was fine for now. Killing a few more miserable little freaks didn't appeal to her enough to risk overdoing it and making Aryyna look bad. Getting her first ride on a dragon wasn't such a sour idea, either.

By the time they got back to the palace, all of this seemed to add up nicely enough to put her in a genuinely good mood for the first time in weeks.

"I'm so flatterede thate you thought I would come backe, Illharess." Her sharp features bore the rarest of things; A full, warm smile without the taint of heavy intoxication. "Lete alone thate you chose me for your glorious company ine the firste place. I lacke words."

Kodos
08-17-2012, 10:47 PM
The Ilharess was already dressed for the hunt, in a Mithral plate bikini and horned helmet, a Mithral chain loincloth, and - naturally - a fur lined cloak. "It's not a trouble at all. I like you." She said with what sounded like honesty and a genuine smile, kissing Neitar and laughing.

***

The hunt was, naturally, a big deal, and there were several dozen in the party in total, including Neitar and her cousins. Most were mounted on spiders, while one or two of Aryyna's hunting buddies were riding upon Deep Crows or Rutherers. Aryyna, and Neitar with her, rode atop a mighty Blue Dragon, no doubt purchased or gifted from Great House Maelthra.

They spent a few days in the Upperdark, hunting Trolls and Orcs, but most of their time was spent in the Middledark, spending several days hunting Rutherer, Deep Crow, and other big game. Now and then Aryyna would kill something with a spear, but given her profession and inclination, most of the time she preferred to fry them with her Dragon's breath, or with her fantastic arcane power. And a fair deal of the time, of course, was spent making out with Neit while the Dragon did its thing.

Lots of slaves died, and lots more monsters died. And Neit got to sleep with Aryyna, a lot. All in all, it was a lot of fun.

Regantor
08-18-2012, 02:13 AM
The whole thing was a rather otherworldly experience, seeing as Neit had always simply looked after herself in the past. She had never gotten far past the nearest bar in that effort. Yet, here was Aryyna, one of the most sexually charged and powerful Drow in the known cities, treating her like arm candy.

Neit was still terrified by the prospect that she could simply be just another one in a long line of toys, prepared to be discarded the minute it had lost it's use. But Aryyna acted to passionate and unpredictable it was difficult to tell. When she was invited to pleasure the Illharess, the psion often got more attention than she expected back, which in turn just made her more paranoid. It would almost be better if she was just treated like an object... At least that would make sense to her.

The luxury made it difficult not to become complacent after a while. Watching Aryyna blast away horrific beasts in a single magical blast was wondrous, and it put her in a state of both awe and admiration. But Neit had to remind herself how easily things could change. Stupid little things like being trying nice to the poor exhausted dragon mount, or continuing her whimsical effort to fatten up Huzhke... An Illharess was an Illharess, and death by torture was always going to be a very real possibility, as nice as she seemed.

At least in her own head, it seemed like replacing thinking with killing and making love to Aryyna were Neit's best methods of survival.

An otherworldly experience indeed.

***

Upon return, a massive sense of guilt seemed to build up in Neit's stomach. She assumed it was just her brain telling her that she had to do more to remain amusing to the Illharess, like some kind of parasitic quality that Neit had gained from trying in vain to gain the affections of her mother all those years ago. Still, it was a strange, inexplicable sensation.

It became like wasps crawling around inside. Being petrified that Aryyna would notice made it even worse.

Neitar decided to do what she later considered to be one of the stupidest, most profitless decisions of her life.

"This ise Huzhke." She explained, and yanked the hood from the small plump thing, then held it's lower two arms in the air to whimsical effect. It smiled a worried smile, adorable despite the gaps. "I've been puttin' weighte on her... I don'te really knowe why. I suppose I am insane."

"But I thoughte I shoulde show you..." Despite holding the thing like one would a kitten, Neit's face was overted and fearful. "To alleviate the oncoming disappointmente... Because I wante to truste you... a-and..."

"...I thoughte you shoulde know I'm pretty sick is all..."

Kodos
08-18-2012, 02:27 AM
Aryyna laughed and knelt down besides the little Chitine, hugging it and (presumably) unintentionally smothering it between her largely bare great tracts of land.

"It's cute." She laughed, patting the Chitine on the head before tripping her and laughing. "When I was younger I had a Gnome. Like, a Gnome, not a Svirfneblin. From the World Above. She was real cute. Looked like your Huzhke here. She was a lot of fun. Almost as much fun as this dog I had. Kind of also like your Huzhke. Short, stubby, chubby little thing." She laughed softly and smiled, apparently enjoying the memories. Taking off her 'armored' top and letting it fall to the floor with a thud, she embraced Neit, squashing up against her and kissing her passionately but without tongue. "You're not sick, Neitar. I like you." Aryyna sounded sincere, as she took Neit's hands and placed them round her waist, her hands resting on her rear. "I love my Draeva, you know that. Does that make me sick? I've doted on lots of pets, does that make me sick?" She kissed Neitar again. "You look really hot in that outfit. You should wear stuff like that more often." She purred before nibbling on one of Neit's ears. "And you should stop doubting yourself so much. You sound like a whiny little shebali bitch who needs to have her face kicked in so she'll shut the fuck up." Aryyna laughed.

Regantor
08-18-2012, 03:05 AM
At first confused and then terrified, Huzhke nervously returned the hug, then ended up simply falling backwards with the smallest amount of effort as her knees gave out. She was well trained enough not to run away, but she still shot teary look towards Neitar as if convinced she was about to be sold off at any moment.

Neit simply wafted a hand signal for the wee abdrow thing to calm down, her face rather more busy directing attention towards Arryna. That, and mentally planning out what she would say next very carefully indeed. She had never heard a drow admit to any of these things before, and it was a little confounding. A part of her still told her that it was a very real prospect, that the Illharess was toying with her to some unknown end, and she really was laughably out of her mind... It was just all too good.

"I woulde not have told... ah... a-anyone else... Even zha cousins..." Her voice was soft, unobtrusive, dotted periodically by gasps of pleasure. Her hand searched upwards from Aryyna's navel towards her chest, and then finally to the side of the face. For once, she spoke first and kissed second. "Bute I like you. It is stupide and insane and I juste admited I've been babying up a damn chitine to somebody withe the power to kill me in and instante, bute I really really like you..."

"...and I at leaste wante you to truste me, Illharess... Because nobody coulde ever really deserve you. Nobody."

Kodos
08-26-2012, 07:53 PM
"You're probably right." Aryyna laughed. "But you'll do," she added, forcing Neitar down onto her back and kissing her. "For now, anyway." Another laugh.

***

They did it on the floor, first, before Aryyna decided to take Neit to one of her bedrooms. After that, she remained in bed with Neit, smoking something that made her a little giggly (and Neit, too, thanks to fumes) while a pair of Succubi gave the two Drow women massages.

"I like you, Neit." She smiled. "Where you goin' next?"

Regantor
08-27-2012, 01:26 PM
Neit had an amusingly suspicious reaction to the Succubi, in massive contrast to how she normally treated non-Drow. Apparently they were too pretty to be 'stupid little monsters' like her own followers, and thus probably up to something sinister. None the less she accepted the massage whilst keeping an eager eye out. The oil made her already jetstone-hued skin turn into a deep, glossy black glass colour.

"Avernus, moste likely." She remarked back to Aryyna distantly, apparently doing her best not to enjoy the experience too much, but still cooing from the sensation. Just being touched by those damn filthy demons was like a drug in itself. "Zhere ise a little situatione my baby was tellin' me aboute. Involvin' some runty old Illharess, she says is askin' to be slashede... Nothin' too interestin', I suspecte... Migh' be a good opportunity, migh' not. Juste goin' to check ite oute."

The vaguery wasn't because she was trying to lie to Arryna; She was attempting to avoid looking like a coward if they decided not to get involved. Doubly, she was trying to make it obvious that she would definitely not ask Aryyna for a favor in a task that was so far below her.

"I'll bring you back something nice again, through, of course..."

Kodos
09-09-2012, 01:28 AM
"I'm sure you'll do just fine." Aryyna said with what sounded like sincerity. She took a long drag from whatever she was smoking and sighed happily. "You're fun." Another drag, and some giggling. "And thank you for the Orc. She is beautiful." Aryyna was terrifyingly nice.

***

Aryyna saw Neit off with some kissing and groping, a slap on the ass, and a "Come back soon, babe. And wear less! You look good, you need to slut it up more! And don't forget my gift!"

Regantor
09-19-2012, 11:03 PM
Neit gave a coy smile and scrunched her eyebrows in return to the flattery, quite the conflicting expression for such a vicious-looking creature.

"It's been beyonde words, my Illharess." She bit the end of her fingertips, pining for a cigar to round the evening off, as Aryyna probally picked up on from her rampant habits. Then again, the fact she always left Neit wanting more seemed to be the exact problem. "Nexte time... I'll... I'll live up to that. To you."

The last part slipped out, and made her feel like a fool. It could be construed as both self-pity and arrogance if you looked at it from differant angles, both things that Aryyna had shown distaste for in the past. What ever happened to her elegant, distant method of self control?

Being around Aryyna always seemed to be an emotional pitfight. She was terrifyingly powerful, more intelligent than Neit could gauge, and normally the kind of creature that she would figure was much too vain and excessive to be worth meddling with. But...

It was that damn strange feeling again. Like an addiction, it was getting stronger the more time she spent with that... damn whore. Only making the shaded thing more paranoid. ...Is she in my head? If she's a psion, why can't I detect her?...

The insult wasn't true to feelings. But she wanted it to be. Lolth's tits, did she want it to be.

Why did she tell her those secrets? What was Aryyna really after?

...Drow did not act like this...

///

Back at the inn, Neit savoured a puff from her fresh cigar, and used the prolonged silence within the midday bar to collect her thoughts. Alsiif and Ryyna were supposed to have met her there already, but she didn't really mind the break. It was probaly better that they were out drinking or torturing innocents now, rather than on the road, or in another city, where they were vunerable.

Evil_Cake
09-25-2012, 08:43 PM
Alsiif entered the bar and perked up when she noticed Neitar waiting. She stumbled on over and plopped down in a chair. "Hello, cuz! How'd your crap with.. ahm.. Aryyna go? Its good to see she didnt kill you.." Alsiif seemed to be sober, and happy, which is a pretty weird combo.

Regantor
09-27-2012, 12:00 AM
"The usual. Screwede like animalse. Shoulde keep 'er off our backs for ae while..." Neit played it down by talking shamelessly and plainly, rolling the stogie around within her teeth. That's how she was trying to justify it all to herself, anyway. "How com' you're ine such a goode moode? Catche another shebali?"

"Mighte be goin' on a little 'oliday to Avernus, too, a place callede Yathrinser, ife you wanna come..." One of her last gold coins was twirling around within Neit's fingers. She started looking a bit peeved about it. "'Bout time we starte makin' some damn cashe... and Hwesta was tellin' me 'bout this hotshote Faernsenger lass who wants to blitz this shitty little house called Mirrym... Coulde be a pricey little favour we coulde do, maybe."

Evil_Cake
10-02-2012, 02:07 AM
"So you want to get on the good sides of more Faernsengers, huh? I guess making more money is always good.." Alsiif leaned forward and poked herself in the temple with a finger(claw), and whispered, "Whys that Ilharess lady like you so much anyways? Did you mess up her head or something?"

Regantor
10-02-2012, 09:02 PM
"Actually, kinda worriede she wuz messin' withe mine..." Neit tried to pass it off as a joke, but as usual, she really sounded more like a spiteful drunk. "You wille tell me ife I'm actin' out of my minde, won'cha?..."

"-And, naw. Bein' all freindly with the Faernsengers will keep the others offe our backs for nowe anyhow. Ife we just offed an Illhares randomly on our own, they'd turn us inside oute." Her hands prepared a new harsh brew for the both of them, so well practiced that she didn't even have to look whilst she was doing it. "Plus Avernus has so many empty towns ripe for the pickin', thate ite coulde be a good place for us ta set up shop, huh?"

Of course by 'empty' she really meant 'not run by Drow at the minute'. But that was the same thing, right?

Superdooperphailmachine
10-05-2012, 06:27 PM
Ryyna stumbled into the inn and dropped herself on a chair.
"What's up?"

Regantor
11-02-2012, 10:59 PM
Neitar just looked like she really couldn't be bothered repeating herself, and poked a finger against Ryyna's forehead.

A weird feeling of nausia flushed through her brain, then quickly died to nothing...

Alrough, Ryyna did suddenly remember that time that she was Neit, and she explained to Alsiif about how they were going to travel to some place in Avernus called Yathrinser, and kill the Mirrym house Illharess for the Faernsengers. Oh, and they were going to stab shit and exploit the locals... And she might have slept with Aryyna whilst really drunk or something, maybe?... Cigars were nice?...

What?

Mindlink power, yo.
///

When the group met up on the following day, Neit was far too drunk to even stay on her pack lizard. The normally fastidiously-dressed lithe statue had barely made an effort at all. There was obviously something serious on her mind, juding by the fact that she had actually managed to become more drunk than she ussually was, combined with the fact that she was for some reason now also completely tight-lipped.

The next day, she didn't turn up at all. Not even back at the hotel. For Alsiif and Ryyna, it was easy enough to believe she had said something sour towards Aryyna at some point and had ended up as that night's 'show of power'.

On the third night, well, she was at Aryyna's again, at the woman's request. But her attitude was as foul as a troglodyte, and she hung at an unfreindly distance, in the dark area behind the pillars within the audience chamber. Her stern and alert red glare beamed out from a shrowd of cigar smoke, awaiting the Ilharess as agitatedly and impatiently as she had ever dared to act about the woman. Her clothes had changed from a soft and agreeable, modest gown, to a metal-spiked leather bodysuit with a large diamond removed at the center to expose the repeating serpent-skeleton tattoos of her solar plexus.

The sharp thing remained silent upon Aryyna's entry. She had the same baleful look on her face as that time Desponia has insulted her. Only now, it didn't look like it was going to remove itself any time soon.

Kodos
11-04-2012, 09:25 PM
Aryyna entered wearing only a tight miniskirt and a long fur boa. Either Rutherer fur or dyed purple. Tagging along at her heels was a 'small' (which is to say 'larger than a poodle, smaller than a wolf' furry white spider.

Aryyna took Neitar by the hands and walked her over to a divan and pulled her down next to her. The spider immediately crawled over to Neitar's legs. Apparently a gift. "She's for you." Aryyna said with a smile. "Sit, you. We need to talk." Aryyna added, still with a smile but also a heavy sigh."

Regantor
11-04-2012, 10:16 PM
Neitar looked away to hide her blushing face. It didn't suit the jagged woman's features at all, let alone her current maccabre torturer-witch getup. She didn't react to the spider, either, aside from coiling her features up defensively, into a frigid state... It was plain to see that Neit liked it, but she didn't want to like it. Everything about her tone and posture was as paranoid and constrained as the time they had first met, regardless of how much she was trying to take on the role of 'fearsome Drow bitch' all of a sudden.

"Thank you Illharess. I do not know whate I have done to diserve such a wonderful gifte..." The smoke from her cigar began to billow again as she spoke. Her voice was rather warm, but if that was acting or not was rather hard to tell. "...I guess... You could say these new clothes are for you... Do you like them?..."

I'll break her hold on me yet. A voice rang out at the back of her mind, over and over again. Whatever she wants, she can either expose herself, or just go ahead and finish me off already... This is so pathetic...

Kodos
11-10-2012, 10:39 PM
"I love it. You look fantastic." Aryyna kissed Neitar deeply, naturally feeling her up a bit as she did.

"We need to talk." She said again with a sigh. "I know you are falling for me, probably already have." She raised a hand up, signalling for Neitar to shut the fuck up. "No, don't deny it. I can tell. I'm older than you. I've been at this much longer. And you are wonderful, Neit. Really. You are beautiful, not the worst lay I've had," Neit was able to understood that coming from someone as old as Aryyna, and who had routinely been with Succubi among other things, that this was a lot more of a compliment than it sounded like, "and a lot of fun when you weren't being a self-deprecating little wannabe-shebali bitch." She gave Neit a sad little smile.

"But I can't. I am sorry, Neit, but I can't." Lolth's tits, did a Drow, an Ilharess no less, just apologize to a social lesser?! "My heart, I belong to another. Me. I gave myself to her. I'm sorry, Neit. I know you want to give yourself to me, and I'd like that, but I can't. I like you too much to take something like that unfairly." She stroked Neit's cheek, her voice shaking a bit.

"Her name was Renora. Renora Quarthas. Kal'daka's," she practically spit the Ilharess' name, "firstborn. I know, I know" she took a deep breath. Was she trying not to cry? "I know the wretched cunt killed her, took her from me, took my Renora, but I'm sorry. I can't. I just can't. I miss her, Neit. I miss her terribly. All the time." She was crying, now. "You are wonderful, Neit, but you aren't my Renora. I'm so sorry, Neitar. I just... I don't want to lead you on. But what you want is something I cannot give. I'm sorry. I'm so very, very sorry."

Regantor
11-11-2012, 01:23 AM
Neit remained cold and disconnected no matter how close Aryyna got, but her head snapped into eye contact the very moment the Illharress suggested some kind of sick desire was involved. The arcane viper of a woman bit her lip and stared the violet-maned siren before her. She would have slapped and insulted a lesser-ranked woman instantly for such pitiful drivel. Even that was far beyond the nicities that one could have expected from a truly strong, proud, nobiliy intollerant and dutifly puritian Drow woman. This was public beating territory.

But... Neit was too tired to judge. She had been too jaded to trust the possitive feelings in her heart before, so too did the negative urges also fall on deaf ears.

So she sat and listened, unflinching.

How can an Illharess belong to someone? A multitude of bitter questioned continued to lurk about her mind. What was it that she thinks I want? What is it that she has to gain by telling me these things? What is her plan?... For Troglodyte-shit's sake, what is her plan?...

Her arms acted on their own, as angry and confused as her head was. They softly positioned Aryyna's head onto her lap, and stroked her hair slowly and methodically, whilst the stunning demigod of a woman wept before her.

It was... exactly like how she liked to do with Huzhke.

That damn little ugly fucking chitine.

Her heart felt like it split itself from her arteries and dropped down into her chest. She wanted to scream, but suppressed it, and made quick, baredly restrained sobbing exhalation instead. Her first audiable sound in several minutes.

The hands contuned to combfort Aryyna, through Neitar now utterly despised the emmotion that was provoking her to perform it.

"...I... thoughte you were tricking me somehowe..." An impusle of shame mixed with welling sickness, the psion came to a realisation. "...No... Seems I've done a flawlesse job ofe tricking myself... So... please don'te appologise to me of all people..."

"As I have never met thise Renora I cannote speculate... but I am sure ife she earnede your... liking... she muste have been quite special indeede..."

It was an exaggeration. A polite regards. An irrational hate was directed towards that name without a face, in vengence for a love she never wanted or understood in the first place. She knew it was pathetic and pointless, but just like this endearing feeling, it was something she utterly failed to shake.

Arms curled around Arryna's head, she just planted a kiss onto her brow and continued to stroke her hair patiently. Her lips wanted urgently to say more, but the lump in her throat crumpled up her ideas and threw them back.

Not even her solid careless visage could hide away that kind of upheaval.

Kodos
11-15-2012, 11:54 PM
Aryyna was crying heavily now, apparently not caring about... every single rule, custom, and tradition of Drow culture and society.

"Very special." She blubbered. "My Renora."

After a few more moments of crying and being stroked, Aryyna tried pulling herself together, sitting up, sniffling, and sighing heavily. "I'm sorry, Neit. You have, you have your own life. I just, I just, I just didn't want to, to lead you on. You're wo-wonderful, and you really made, made, me happy, but I can't. I'm sorry. I can't." She forced a joyless smile and placed a hand on Neit's cheek. "Still friends?"

Regantor
11-16-2012, 12:36 AM
Neit just looked into her lap for a prolonged minute, before finally giving the furry white house spider some attention and placing it into her lap. Through it's chitinous hide gave it formidable weight, the fluffy coat made it as soft as silk. A lump was still lodged in her throat, but at least petting the gangly thing was a means of slowly soothing her raging mind.

"It's like tryinge to pull a deep splinter oute." She finally spoke up again, alrough still gazing at her new pet with truly jaded expression. "You can'te quite decide ife it's even still there, or if it was real at all... But you can feel somethinge... So you keep scratching at ite. Making ite worse."

"I lete them all go, you know. The grimlocks. My Huzhke. All ofe them." Neit then added, finally looking at Aryyna, with a perhaps missplaced bitter expression. "They did not look back... I really thoughte they mighte, but they didn'te... And then I hated you even more. Because you made me realise juste how pathetic I really am."

"...But..."

"...But ife you can be honeste with me... then... then I guess I can at leaste say that means more than Huzhke ever did to me."

Neit did not seem to be able to force herself to smile, but she did reach out and hug Aryyna, embracing her fully. Anything to try and convey at least the smallest ammount of positivity, despite her still overwhelming feeling of jealousy towards this random unseen old lover. It all felt so childish. But beyond just not wanting to be alone, Neit realised the unlikeliness of her finding another Drow to communicate with quite like the Illharess.

"Or at leaste it should say you mean more. But I won't lie. I lovede that fat little fuck to death!"

Slowly, cautiously, a smile attempted to form.

Kodos
11-16-2012, 12:47 AM
Aryyna smiled. "You're not pathetic, Neit." She kissed her, tenderly. "Not at all." Another smile.

"I think I need to be alone, for a while. You take care. Don't go dying on me. I'll be really fucking pissed if you did." A small but genuine laugh."

Neit thanked Aryyna and fawned over her furry spider some more, and then she was off, leaving the strange Ilharess behind her.

***

Yathrinser was a more traditional 'open air' Drow city, enclosed on one side by the natural cavern wall, and on all others by manufactured walls.

There was no fighting in the streets, so evidently the power struggle hadn't escalated that far. Yet.

First order of business was probably getting an audience with Zymyyra Faernsenger.

Regantor
11-17-2012, 01:14 PM
The fact that Neit had gotten rid of all her slaves was alot more obvious once she was on the road. A gnarly black riding spider replaced her ussual lizard, even. When questioned about it, she just insulted Ryyna for relying on a bunch of dumb ugly brutes all the time to clean her and dress her... Well, at least the witch seemed to be in a better mood.

"What a dump." Was her first remark about the city. Immediately after finding a decent hotel to stay at, she simply looked for the largest building with Faersenger banners hanging from the walls and namedroped Aryyna at the door. It hardly mattered if they incriminated her for plotting something inside of her own house, right?

Gather information, as to the location of Zymyyra Faernsenger and any and all Faernsenger properties about the settlement;

1d20+15=21 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3789024/)

Kodos
11-17-2012, 08:24 PM
Unsurprisingly, Zymyyra was in her home. A palatial estate on the west side of town, which was largely owned by her or, if nothing else, under her protection rackets.

It seemed the Faernsenger here were up to their usual business of providing arcane services and goods, and also protection and, in Zymyyra's case, trying to be valsharess.

Regantor
11-29-2012, 10:00 PM
Neit wished that Aryyna had told them that they were comming, even if it did make all of the connections a little too obvious. Instead all she could really do was cast inertial armour beforehand, and hope for the best. What would sneaking inside or trying to make bargians from affar accomplish? It all depended on Zymyyra's personality.

She approached the main gates with the other two, acting disinterested. Like the whole thing was just a massive hastle. Towards the gaurds, anyway.

"We are here to see Jabress Zymyyra. Ilharess Aryyna wanted us to have a chat." Was her straight-forward comment. Not too agressive, not too fearful. Her hand revealed a bottle of upperdark brandy, which she shook at the gaurd despite not even bothering to look at her. "No point in pissing anybody off. Just tell her we are here, please."

Booze was always a handy gift for underlings. If they had enough she-balls to actually taste that it was not poisoned, it would gain trust quickly. If they got drunk on it, then good on them. If that one hard-ass assumes that it is poisoned... Well, at least they would know that you mean buisness.

Kodos
12-04-2012, 10:08 PM
There were two guards, in low-cut, sexualized, plate-armor of dubious functionality carrying longswords by the entrance to Zymyyra's place. There were four murderholes, two along either wall of the alcove they were in, presumably with crossbow, wand, or bow armed women behind them as well.

The two guards exchanged looks with each other before laughing.
"Pull the other one."
"No, wait! Maybe she, maybe she does!" The other one took a patronizing voice, leaning in by Neit's face and resint a bit on her sword. "Look, cocksheath, I, happen to know the Ilharess Maelthra, that Rendanvlos retard, Ilharess Aryyna, and, sure, Lolth's Tits why not, the Goddess herself. So piss off."
"No, no. I mean, the poor confused thing came all this way out here. I mean, we should at least ask. The Jabress'l get a kick outta it. And maybe we can kick the shit out of her afterwards. And her friends."
"They look kind of derpy."

One of the women, still laughing, disappeared within the building. She emerged a short while later, not laughing.

"Jabress Zymyyra has seen fit to grant you an audience."

***

The group was thoroughly searched no less than four times by a different woman each time, and then magically scanned twice, by two different women. Naturally they were also disarmed. When it seemed none of them were hiding any deadly weapons or animals on or in their person, they were granted their audience.

***

The Jabress was bare-chested in a girdle, thong, thigh-high boots, and bracers. And jewelry. Lots of it. Her hair was worn loose and natural-white. With her were two veiled women with heavycrossbows, and three more wielding longspears. They met with her in a long reception room, where she was seated upon a throne. At the side of her throne was one of the large native lizards. Presumably it was trained. It hadn't tried to eat anyone, after all.

Zymyyra was quite attractive, but neither her chest nor the rest of her quite compared to Aryyna's. And her confidence and showiness seemed so much more... typical, to Neitar, than the effortless grace and confidence Aryyna had about her.

"Jabress Zymyyra Faernsenger," she said with a smile, "pleased to be playing host to friends of Ilharess Aryyna, may her tests be equaled by her triumphs."

"You wanted something?" For all Zymyyra's 'friendliness', her guards hadn't taken their eyes off the trio.

Regantor
12-06-2012, 09:27 PM
Neit was fuming after the treatment from the gaurds. Trying to be nice and yet again getting scoffed at made her feel so predictable. Still, it there would not have been much of a point complaining about it. Somebody with real power would have just killed them and said "Well I guess you don't need our help."... Snitching like children would only make them appear weak.

Still, the barely constrained fury came across in her restrained, mechanical voice.

"Glad to make your aquantience, Jabress. I guess I can sympathize with this level of security..." The sentence continued inside of her head, but she decided she'd leave that one to any mind readers that might be present. -but it's a piss poor way of hiding your guilt, or gaining supporters.

"Such a lovely abode, through. With a bewitching master of house. I find the clutter unfortunate... as I presume you do, also." Her dark eyes began to drag along the floor as macabre thoughts brought a smile back to her face. The personality of the predator was certainly the one that was required in this situation, but it was all too rare than it came when called for. "But, you see, we aren't here to ask you for a favor, and we aren't here on orders. The resplendent Illharess is my dearest freind, but I am not her pet..."

"Which leaves us with a rather unique situation with few strings. Freedom for us to become freinds at a simple request. Decluttering. Do you understand?"

Neit was perfectly aware that she was being obtuse, but if she was sitting in Zymyyra's chair, she'd think about killing the group to 'prove her innocence' too. If the woman was really dense enough not to realise what she was suggesting, then there was no love lost anyway.

Kodos
12-08-2012, 06:04 PM
Zymyyra gave a bit of a laugh. "Ahaha, subtle. I like you. But there's no need for it. My guards can be trusted. You're here to help me do something about the Cha'ara sow. Good. I like that, initiative. You'll go far.
I am not a subtle woman, Neitar. When something is in my way, I remove it. Cha'ara is in my way. I will remove her." She gave a smile. "And yet there remains work to be done. While my victory is, of course, assured, your assistance would certainly, ah, speed things along. I am a wealthy and generous woman, Neitar, and soon I shall be even more so. I can make it very worth your while, that is, if you and your associates are willing."

Regantor
12-11-2012, 11:55 PM
Neitar just shrugged for a moment, took a moment to light up a new cigar, then slowly exhailed whilst giving Zymyyra a blank glare. She was examining the woman's motives. Anybody that eager was generally just begging for people to be used as blade fodder...

Killing the party after they had dealt with her enemy was totally something Neit would think of, too.

In the end, she decided they had to take a risk some time.

"We are willing. But clearly concerned about the ramifications, Jabress... from both sides." Honesty for honesty. "I do appreciate your clarity on the matter, however. Clarity on a few other things, like her daily habits, or the internal layout of the palace, would be equally appreciated. That is the minimum price for my trust. Does she hold parties often?"

It sounded a little grating even to her, so she mentally fought to dig up a quip to add to the end.

"My apologies Jabress..." She made sure to add a smile, a wink, and a curtsey. The cigar mounted in her raised fingers made for an amusing juxtaposition. "But if I've learn anything, it's that the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous they are."

Kodos
12-12-2012, 03:56 PM
Zymyyra smiled. "You misunderstand me, Neitar. You will not be going to the palace. The Valsharess is my problem. The Yathtallar is being attended to, as well, so I have a different task for you." Another smile.
"There are tunnels beneath the city, of course. Besides the sewers, that is. One such network runs beneath the Valsharess' palace and contains not only her dungeons, but also her pet." Uh-oh.
"I am unsure as to how exactly she came into possession of it, but the Valsharess has a Red Dragon, presumably one of Harkaj's brood. She has done her best to keep it secret. Her best has not been good enough to stop me." A smirk. "I am under the impression, from the size given in my spies' reports, that the thing is a young adult.
This Dragon presents a problem. I need you to remove it. Am I making myself clear?"

Regantor
12-16-2012, 11:12 PM
Neit took another moment to consider a plan of action, but was eager to look fearless.

"Very clear. A Red Dragon?" Her voice was concerned, but nothing more. "I think we can deal with that, perhaps provided that we can see some of those reports."

Alsiif and Ryyna might not have liked that snap judgement too much, but truth be told, there was more than one way they could deal with this. They might well be able to convince it to simply leave, given that it had almost definately been abused in order to keep it in line. The tricky part of that plan was getting it to go quietly...

With any luck it might be well restrained, through, and in that case, they could just take their time in either trying to brainwash it, stab the thing in the back of the brain at their leasure, or even just leave if it looks like the battle just wouldn't be worth the price.

It all depended on the luck of the draw... and, well, securing enough pay to make it worth the risk.

"What kind of price were you thinking, my beautiful Jabress?"

Kodos
12-19-2012, 12:16 AM
"When I am Valsharess," Zymyyra began confidently, "I will see to it that you are set up in one of the city's grander homes. Losers do not deserve nice things, and there are quite a few losers who have thrown in their lots with the wrong side and yet own rather nice things." She smiled. "I'll see to it that the cost of, ah, protecting your estate is as low as I can manage. I am sure, of course, you will hire your own guards, but one can never be too safe, you know." Another smile.

"Additionally, I shall grant each of you a monetary reward. 2,000 gold coins, each, now if you accept this errand, and an additional 3,000 a piece once you have completed this task.
I trust these terms are acceptable?"

Regantor
12-21-2012, 10:05 PM
"It is not difficulte to take something. It's if a persone can keep ite which decides ife they are a loser or not." Neit gave a small bow of agreement, alrough it was partially just to make sure that it didn't come across as an insult... Which is kinda was, but more like a time-release one for if things went wrong. "...In my humble opinione, of course, Jabress."

The psion didn't perticularly enjoy the way things were going. Normally she would be fine knocking off a chunk of the price for some information, in order to make the job more survivable. But after being offered a measly 15,000G for killing a dragon... She didn't really feel like driving the price down any further this time. They could sell the 'parts' for more, of course, but that depended on managing to kill the thing first.

"Juste for you, Jabress, the terms are agreeable." The smile wasn't quite as full as it had been a minute ago, but it sounded a decent immitation of warm at least. "I truste your taste in housinge is exquisite. Dide you have ah specific date in minde?"

Kodos
12-22-2012, 11:40 AM
"There is, of course, not yet fighting in the streets. The Valsharess is too much of a coward, and the Yathtallar is a whore undeserving her position who, I imagine, will soon find that not all of her underlings are willing to let her bask in her undeserved glory. You may proceed at your own timetable. I am sure it will be reasonable." The Jabress said, which, of course, in common meant 'whenever you want - within the next few days. The sooner the better.

"The Dragon makes its lair, as I have said, in the tunnels beneath the Valsharess' palace. You could attempt to infiltrate her home, fight or elude all the guards, and make your way through down to her dungeon and then out into the tunnels." Zymyyra smiled. "Orrr, you could use the secret entrance my spies found." She gave a little laugh. "There is a hidden entrance into the tunnels, presumably made in case the Avernites ever decided to siege. In the rear of the city, at one of the refuse dumps? There is a hidden trapdoor which connects to the tunnels. My spies report that the trapdoor itself, on the top end, is unguarded, and that below there is only a token guard and then a short walk between you and the Dragon. Easy." Zymyyra gave another smile. "And, I understand, that the Dragon has been allowed to keep a modest hoard. You may, of course, claim this hoard for yourselves, as well as any spoils from the guard.
When you have done this task, you will return to me and let me know immediately.
Any questions?"

Regantor
12-23-2012, 10:48 PM
"Ever triede dragon tail soup?" Neit turned her charm on, getting a bit closer and leaning down aluringly. Her spikey earings liked to swing around and glammer in this pose. She was still pissed off internally, but keeping your employer in a good mood was always a good idea. As long as they kept paying you, anyway. "We will be in and out again withoute a sound, Jabress."

You could call it a fake smile, but really, Neit's sharp features always made her look like she was dreaming of stabbing you in the throat, no matter the occasion.

///

Much to Neit's dissapointment, the Jabress didn't really do much other than politely show them out after that. Not that it wasn't wise for her to be keeping her distance.

The inn was utterly quiet. Even if they were in no rush to go and bag that crimson behemoth, the prospect looming over them still made the hawkish psion both irritable and impatient. Sort of bored, even.

"Lolth's tits. Howe many people even get tha chance to be killede by a red dragonne?" She attempted to 'cheer' the other two up. "Let's do it tommurow. Thate way we can have a party and gete shitfaced in preperation tonight."

"...and... I, erm, guess you ungifted chumps can buy your little supply doo-hickies... Tommorow mornin', I guess... or whatever... "

If you guys feel like warping straight to the infiltration, we can, but might not be a bad idea to buy battle stuff first. If you don't feel like you'll be around much or don't wanna now for whatever reason, we can always lag with a few drunken night out posts first, through. Up to you guys. >_>

Evil_Cake
12-23-2012, 11:59 PM
Alsiif raised her head up off the table. "Can you even use your mind-fucking on a dragon? Because if we gotta fight the thing, these aren't going to be of any use." She looked down at her claws and started tapping them on the table. "Could still zap it I guess..."

Regantor
12-24-2012, 01:56 PM
Neit just shrugged. "I dunno. Probally not? Dragonse 'ave priddy big brains."

A face spazm, followed by a sneeze. That grey-power stuff really wasn't agreeing with her. Felt like there were wasps in her head. Taking an extra big gulp of her hoppy beer helped, through.

"...Zappin'... I dunno either. Woulde work... but how much, I dunno... Funnily enough, they don'te make potions thate can recharge my sorta un-lolthy gifte, either."

"Just cause it's a Red Dragon doesn'te mean we can't talk to ite at all, through... haha... " She whispered the name since this was a secret mission and all, but the high pitched giggle at the end hardly made her look super innocent. "How much poison do you thinke one of 'zose bad boys coulde take?..."

Evil_Cake
12-27-2012, 02:32 PM
"I dunno, maybe a bucket's full? Poison sounds way better than trying to fight... And trying to talk to it would be fine... As long as you or Rynna did it."

Kodos
12-27-2012, 09:48 PM
"'Ello gorgeous." Came a slurred and sultry voice from somewhat behind Neitar. A lovely Drow woman was slowly - and carefully - making her way over to Neit. She was quite the looker, with an ample chest that didn't quite compare to Aryyna's, of course, but still was quite big even by Drow standards, a lovely face framed by straight, black, shoulder-length hair and with red eyes and a gold nose-ring and dark black lipstick. She was wearing a tight and tiny skirt and nothing else, showing off her stomach and its naval piercing as well as the aforementioned ample tracts of land. She was very obviously quite drunk and almost as stoned, and judging by her accent and apparent lack of concern for her safety, shebali.

"'Eyooo." She giggled. "Name's Taldi. Jus' Taldi." She gave a big smile and leaned over on the table, as much to give Neit a better look at her chest as to keep from falling over. "You're hot." Another giggle. "Your seestar too." She strained her eyes staring at the empty space beside Neit before giggling again. "Oh, wai. No sistar. Jus drugs." More laughter and Taldi smiled. "Woul' sexy fine lady mind if I kissed 'er?" More giggles.

Regantor
12-27-2012, 10:31 PM
Neit rolled her cigar to the other side of her mouth as she faced towards the interrupting woman, and prepared to spell out a long and detailed message that could more or less be summed up as 'fuck off'. She couldn't spit it out, through. Before she knew it, the psion was laughing at the dunderheaded thing's attempts at charm, and had settled down into just watching the highly attractive, but clearly uncultured, woman garble half-incoheriently to herself.

"Is thate your normal voice, now, sweetheart? 'Taldee'? Or are you a bit more worse for the weare now?" Her sharp smile was, as ussual, that refined kind of vicious which normally belonged to people with perticularly exquisite execution methods in mind.

Neit then lent right back, heeled boots on the table. Since her outfit mostly consisted of a mess of spiked leather bands, it pretty much turned her body into a sort of sexy obstacle course at this angle. Or a barbed animal trap.

"You cane trye and kiss me, ife you wante..."

Kodos
12-27-2012, 10:48 PM
Taldi laughed. "I solds a buncha slaves earlier." She smiled. "Made lotsa moneys. Offa da corpses, too. 'Cided to cebelrate. Sybilra. Celebar. Party. I gots two pretty boys back at my room." A flirty wink. "We could shares them, sexy lady.
Humans'a'mine." She added after a second. Taldi then looked at the table and tried to focus and her pretty face strained as she tried to figure out why Neit had, like, a billion legs, and why some of them were rainbow colored and others were melting and oh great now the table was melting. Taldi giggled.

"Your pretty legs are in the way." She finally said.

Regantor
12-27-2012, 11:24 PM
So, a slaver? Like some person who actually did all the capturing and training and stuff themselves? Neit had expected such people to be uglier. Alot uglier. It was an ugly job description. Where this 'Taldi' got her good looks from was anyone's guess. Was she good looking? Were those drugs hitting Neit harder than she expected?

The psion looked back at the others, not so much feeling out of place, as trying to remember what the abyss they were actually talking about. A bucket of poison for a dragon? The fact that she didn't really need to buy anything herself? Well, the poision didn't have to be in a bucket...

Letting off a little murky plume of smoke as she held her cigar to one side, the hawkish woman gave a meek little look into the table, and considered something which brought another massive grin to her face.

"Okay." She leant forward slowly, and fixing a stray strand of Taldi's hair, then softly clasping her face. It was a complete bluff, and she pulled away at the last second, then held at a distance tantlizingly close. "So are you goode at your jobe, or juste priddy enoughe to get away with ite?... You are certainly... A darlin' wee thing..."

Kodos
12-27-2012, 11:38 PM
Taldi closed her eyes and puckered her full lips apparently expecting a kiss and after a minute when none came she opened them again, looking confused. A few seconds later the words sank in. "Oh. Yeah. Real good. I'm pretty fuckin' badass. I'm Taldi. I'm kinda a big deal." She grinned and then giggled. "Oh... wai. Already gave sexy lady my name." Taldi cracked up again. "S'prise' pretty lady like you never heard'a me. I work all'ova. Gotta place back in Edonilche'el. Travel lots tho'. Don' meet too many ladies as pretty as 'ou, tho'." She gave a flirty little smirk.

Regantor
12-28-2012, 12:37 AM
"Charmin'." Neit sniggered to herself. There was honesty, and then there was just blathering out whatever was on your mind, regardless of the consequences. The witch found it rather adorable; Aswell as probably far too ballsy of a ploy for any assassin to pull off. She knew more than one woman back home would would have cut Taldi up just for getting this close. But there the dunderhead was, blowing her own horn.

"Shhh." She had to physically stop the rambling by putting a finger to the woman's lips. Her hand then ran through Taldi's hair, and the spikes of her outfit began to dig in as their bodies gained proximity. Her breath lingered close to the ear. Half attraction and half intimidation, perfectly practised. "Listen. My name is Neitar Inthuul. I can deep fry your brain withoute ite ever leavin' yur skull. And other thingse... The question is, how much do you want to find out aboute tha other thingse?"

Grasping an earlobe lightly, she pulled Taldi into a kiss. It was only short, but with it came a noxious wave of sweet scent, everywhere and nowhere.

Kodos
12-28-2012, 09:12 PM
Unsurprisingly, Neitar ended up following Taldi back to her room where, true to her word, the slaver did have two very handsome young Human men, Avernites judging by how pale they were, who she was willing to share.

***

Taldi, even in her highly drunken and equally stoned state, was quite an excellent lover. She was as good as she looked. Were all shebali this fun in the sack? Maybe Neit should spend more time with the filthy lower classes.

She was surprisingly tender, even, in her own way. Not like Aryyna, of course, but for a slaver anyway. Although she did have to smack the males once or twice because "sometimes you gotsta smacks'em 'rounds so they remembers who's in charge. 'Cause they stupid and forget. Boys're dumb."

***

Come the 'morning' Taldi had apparently sobered up. She'd had some potions to take care of the hangover that otherwise probably would have left her bedridden.

"You're pretty amazing." She said with a giggle, getting dressed - this time bothering with a top, inasmuch as a too-small boobtube counted as one. "Never been with a c'rintri lady before." A big grin before she looked a bit nervous, the fact she had just spent a very drunk and high night with a c'rintri woman slowly dawning on her. "Uh... um... I was a bi' drunk last night. Lots'a drugs and booze. If I said anything to 'ffend, please forgive me, jabress Inthuul." It was always nice when the lower classes remembered their place.

Regantor
12-28-2012, 10:02 PM
"Don'te appologise now, I was impressede with those guts of yours. It's... extremely cute."

"I've had plenty of time to axe you, avunt Ie?"

Neit was stretching at the side of the bed, not bothering with her own garments just yet. It was not the kind of body that a Shebali could just pay for, under-endowned, but subtle and flowingly formed, like the life's masterwork of a great painter. Feeling like the empowered one for once did feel awfully good, and Neit was going to bask in it for all she could.

Technically Taldi should have been titled a 'Jabress' aswell, but the woman was so sick of formalities that she didn't bother. It was the c'rintri's prerogative.

"I hade fun, you knowe, girl. I like you. Talidy, wasn't ite?" Stretches or no stretches, she was lighting a cigar already. "And your taste isn'te half as bad as I expected, either. I assumed you mighta gotten goode deals and stayed alive by juste flashin' zose dumplings. You certainly coulde 'ave."

"Bute anyway. My sisters 're probally pissed at me..."

"You gote any complete asshole fuckheads for me to buy?"

Kodos
12-29-2012, 09:03 PM
"Taldi, yes." She gave a grin. "From Edonilche'el. But I travels lots." Another small laugh. She seemed to enjoy the attention. "Gots lotsa slaves to buy. What is lovely jabress looking for? I can gets! Can gets real easys, too!"

Regantor
01-03-2013, 01:34 PM
Neit reclined back onto the bed for a moment, thinking hard, and then lay forward with her chin was proped up by her elbows, so she was facing Taldi again.

"Doesn'te mattur ife it's an orc or a humane, bute a big one. And one 'who really diserves a propur nasty death." She smiled, sweetly, if entirely unfittingly, then looked thoughtfully into the floorboards. "I 'ave a certain manic attentione to the details, you see... A Drow can command and manipulate all things, but they cannote make a slave full of vile thoughts, or full of good thoughts... at leaste not yete..."

"I looked into the mind ofe a human-man-priest once. You know whate I found? Nothinge. Absolute gibberish and superstition. Either their gods do not existe, or flee from their own abominible creations, to the point where their worship is akin to begging for forgiveness..." Uncharacteristically, she hadn't touched the smoke for a while, and it was burning down to a stub in her hand. "I think... I think ite might be up to us to pick oute the good ones and bring judgemente onto the vile ones... You understande whate I am saying?"

Looking up, Neit had a sudden feeling of self-consiousness about the rather heretical things she was saying. There was just something about talking to Taldi (or, admitedly, perhaps simply talking to somebody sentient but lower ranking) that brought her conflicting thoughts to the surface.

"Sorry. I'm blabberin' nosence again. Probally still drunk. Juste please show me three or four ofe the slaves you really don't like. The dumber the betture. They don't have to be trainede or anythin'. I'll still give you a goode price, sweetness!"

Kodos
01-03-2013, 09:35 PM
Taldi was clearly confused by most of what Neitar said. Except the last bit. Business, it seemed, she understood.

"Gots three kinda ugly Human boys. Was gonna kill'em and sells the corpses to some necromancers, but if you wants'em I can sells'em. They broken and will listen good, but I don't think they have any real skills or talents. Doubt they good for much 'sides eatin' or makin' undead." She shrugged.

Regantor
01-05-2013, 10:01 PM
Neit just laughed reservedly to herself, and then strolled over to Taldi bearing only her black-fur overcoat. Her manner had relaxed, and become completely sleek and mercurial. Sweet, overpowering, addictive. A person who appreciated being feared as much as she appreciated her soft demeanour being cherished.

"Mind ife I 'ave a look?" She got right into the shebali woman's combfort zone very quickly indeed, but soothed the intrusion with a gentle hand through the hair and a warm, cooing tone of voice. "T'isnt that I don't trust you. Your manner seems refreshingly flate, even, and I like thate... Bute z'hey are for a rathere specifice taske."

"You wante to please a money-blooded waif like me, don'te you? One thate speaks nicely, and won'te get angry if you don'te laugh at 'er jokes?... One thate won'te kill you for not readin' 'er minde?..."

"Please me."

Kodos
01-08-2013, 09:22 PM
Taldi sighed happily and leaned into Neit's caress, clearly enjoying it. I mean, it was always possible she was faking, but Taldi was also kind of an idiot, and Neit wasn't, so it seemed unlikely that Taldi was pulling one over on her.

"Course, lovely jabress. Follows me." She purred before yelling at the two 'pretty boyses' to pick up the rest of her stuff and take it along. Including, of course, a whip.

***

Taldi took Neit to one of the slave pens in the city. Given how many of the slaves cringed or stepped back when she came by, and the little jealous or deferential looks she got from some of the other slavers, apparently she wasn't lying and was kind of a big deal, I guess.

***

The cell had three male Humans in it. They were, as Taldi said, ugly even by pathetic Human standards, but looked young and healthy. She frowned at them, then glared at them, then unlocked the cage, went in, and backhanded the first one hard. "Guest is big important lady, dumbshits!" Taldi yelled in Undercommon, causing the three Humans to quickly prostrate themselves and Taldi to smile before leaving the cell and going back at Neit's side.

"Boys're fucking dumb," Taldi said sagely. "'Smacks'em 'round a bit, though, and they usually remember 'oos in charge."

Regantor
01-09-2013, 05:13 PM
Neit enjoyed fawning over Taldi for a few short bursts, particularly whenever other Shebali seemed fit to scowl in their direction. It was fun making Drow so jealous so easily, as cheap nobodies as they might have been. She figured that the Talders was probably enjoying it too, at any rate.

***

She didn't feel particularly like any of the men Taldi presented to her had it coming to them, but was more willing to simply take them on and decide who to let go latter, rather than explain all of her twisted ideas in detail.

The witch knew undercommon. Hell, she could communicate directly from brain to brain. But she still spoke Drow, just to see what the dirty sub-Drow things would do.

"Well aren'te you a pretty bunche." She leant over and smiled, with a falsely warm tone. Her hands were behind her back, and she spoke as if she was speaking nothing but admiration. "I want someone to carry some poison for me, into the mouth of a very alive and very pissed off dragon."

"Sorry, did you understande thate? I am zo awfule sometimes, I swear..." The language turned to undercommon, slow and sweet, in a way that most people would have found impossible for the inherently grunt-and-slur filled language. The childish, ditzy demeanour was totally unlike how she had been acting minutes before, more like a useless rich bimbo, rather than a maniacal and sombre telepath. "The mean ladyee wanted to do away with you bute I stopped her, see. I jus' couldn' bear the thoughte, no. You wante to do thate favour for me? You were listenin', wern'te you? Oh, dear, no, don'te be scared. I really am the worst... Whate did I tell you a... again?..."

Kodos
01-09-2013, 10:54 PM
"Apologies, mistress, we do not understand your language." One of them said meekly, while Taldi continued to glare at the slaves. "Boys're dumb." She said in Drow, 'helpfully'. "We will do whatever it is our master asks us to do."

Regantor
01-09-2013, 11:41 PM
"How boring." Neit remarked simply, dropping the act on the spot. She spoke in undercommon, even through she was looking at Taldi now. "Simply rememberin' some lines and pumpin' oute the righte answers means nothin'... It's kinda insultin', even."

Her mind wasn't made up, but Taldi had certainly provided the goods most Drow would have been fine with. So she figured she'd probally end up buying from her just not to come across as a bitch, more than anything. Taldi was both hot and not a massive pain in the ass to be around.

"But I guess they are pretty good. How much do you want for them, sweetness?"

She produced a fist full of small narcotics pouches and a mess of crumpled-up notes, easily somewere past the 600 GP mark.

Kodos
01-10-2013, 07:56 AM
The shebali woman smiled at Neit's attention and at being able to sell the slaves. She looked at Neit's offerings, her face scrunching up into what Neitar had come to recognize as Taldi's 'thinking face'.

"Mmm... uh.... um.... these. Yes. These." She ended up claiming 150 GP worth of hard drugs. "Discount for beautiful jabress of Inthuul." Taldi explained with a smile. "You ever need slaves, you come to Taldi." A big grin. "I'll hook you up." A wink.

Regantor
01-10-2013, 01:03 PM
"I'll ask for somethin' more pricey next time, I promise." She beamed a smile back and gave a small nod. "I juste don't like relyin' on the dirty animals for all my every-day stuffe, you know? I can wash myself. I can put my own clothes on. I'm not two."

"You get any withe freaky non-magic gifts, or like ten arms, or juste really weird lookin', you tell me before cuttin' em up, through, okay?" She didn't want to start smooching up to the slaver infront of the inbred human-things, that was a bit gross. But she did scrunch up her outfit a bit more and intentionally make it fit slighly less well. "You get me thate sorta stuff, and I can starte givin' you more than juste cash. You get me, Taldi, sweatheart?"

"This is the inn thate I am stayin' at." She handed over a small note. "Please get them transported to the pens there. Next few days are gonna be a little... busy... but I can't promise I won't swing by and surprise you."

Blowing Taldi a kiss, she then unceremoniously left in search of a poison merchant. Specifically, one that knew their way around the nostrils and taste buds of a dragon...

Kodos
01-12-2013, 07:07 PM
Taldi gave a big grin. "'Course, lovely jabress. Won't forget. And don't you go forgettin' Taldi either, hear. You need to get in touch, jus' ask 'round. I'm kinda a big deal. Shouldn't be too hard to get in touch with me."

***

Poking around, Neitar eventually found her way to one of the city's numerous alchemists who specialized in poison. The production of poison was, of course, one of the most lucrative and steady jobs a alchemist could find for themselves in Drow society.

The alchemist in question was a c'rintri woman from one of the local houses. She was educated back at Laelda'uren and her house was one of the ones that had thrown its lot in with the Faernsenger during the current 'disagreement.' She wore little more than a thong, more for the peace of mind of her customers, paranoid women who would worry where she might conceal poison, than out of a desire to show off.

***

"Something odorless and tasteless?" She mused. "Well, the latter will be relatively simple. But the former is a problem. Plus making it work in the first place. Do you have any idea how efficient a Dragon's digestive system?" She frowned. "I can do it, of course," she said proudly, "but it won't be cheap. At all. How big is the Dragon, and when do you need it by? Oh, and, of course, what sort of Dragon we talkin' 'bout here?"

Regantor
01-14-2013, 01:14 PM
"A young adulte. Red. As soon as is conviente." Neit responded simply. She wasn't trying to be rude, but was taking an immense interest in looking through the alchemist's wares herself. So much of it was created for incredibly specific circumstances. Incredibly specific deaths. It was very neat and practical, yet showing of the poisoner's own personal dedication. Neit really respected that sort of thing. "Please name your standard price, and we can talk aboute ite, deary."

Kodos
01-14-2013, 03:35 PM
"Lolth's tits. Do you have any idea what the stomach of a Red Dragon is like? Like a fucking furnace, that's what." The alchemist gave an annoyed sigh. "2,000 GP. I can promise you he won't smell it, taste it, or just burn it up in his gut, but I can't promise you he won't magically detect it, or just shrug it off because he's an unnaturally tough fucker."

Regantor
01-14-2013, 05:44 PM
"Woulde some kinda magic-based ice explosive work insteade?" Neit asked, completely misslaying a warm little smile and a shake of the hips. Totally chilled, with her hands behind her back, it really was like she was shopping for candy. "Not that 2000GP isn't agreeable. Juste maybe wante something a little more... effective, I guess."

"-as I'm sure you can appreciate."

Kodos
01-14-2013, 05:55 PM
She paused, apparently thinking it over, before responding. "I don't think you will be able to trick a Dragon into eating a bomb. And even if you did, I'm not sure the inside of a Dragon would have the right gasses to complete the formula and activate the liquid ice. No."

Regantor
01-14-2013, 09:51 PM
"Well thanks for bein' honeste." Neit shrugged a little, keeping up her charming smile. Her hand dangled backwards daintily, whilst a small pouch of coins dangled from it, as if offering the Alchemist to snatch them from her. "Three bottles, please. Ife you can give me somethin' that will at least make 'im sleep, that is plenty good enoughe."

She's asking for the kind that sends him asleep as opposed to the kind that just damages Con. It's a little all-or-nothing, but yeah.

Kodos
01-24-2013, 09:41 PM
6,000 gold coins and 2 days later, Neit had her poison. All that was left was to get everyone together, make any last minute plans, and go kill that Dragon!

For House and Goddess!

Regantor
01-25-2013, 11:33 PM
The meeting point was at the downstairs bar, as usual. Neit hadn't really bothered to set a time, and was really just gorging herself on sweet foods whilst she waited, also as usual.

One wouldn't think that such a skinny woman could eat an entire table full of Glowberry and Sweetpod jam cake, but she could, and she did. She might have also been a little drunk. That would explain the full set of jam-covered battle armour, laying unused in the empty seat next to her. The only thing actually left on her body was a vast black fur cloak and a witches' hat.

...erm... the fluffy pet spider was there, too, on a leash...

...Was she... whispering little secrets to it?...

"Oh hey siturz." She finally looked up, offering squinting eyes and a sultry grin. "Gots the Slavs, and gots the poison... I feel bad'fur em... but it's a good plan so don'tchu be worrying, good? Good... Let's go 'ave em!"

So I guess now was a good a time as any?... Right?...

Superdooperphailmachine
01-26-2013, 01:18 PM
"What plan, I don't remember talking about poison?" Ryyna shrugged started snacking.
"You know it's a dragon right? They don't really poison easy, did we make a plan B or anything?"

Evil_Cake
01-27-2013, 07:52 PM
Alsiif was leaning back in her chair, staring up at the cieling. "Wah? I thought poison was plan B... Wasn't somebody going to try talking to it first?"

Regantor
01-27-2013, 10:57 PM
"Zhat's da beauty ofe gettin' da slaves to drink eet..." Neit slurred, picking up and cramming another slice into her mouth messily. "Heat ac-chi-vatud..."

"...'Ez a red dragon, so I dun think I'd feel sorry for 'em after gettin' every bone in ma' body mangled..."

"You godda plan B or plan C or a backup plane, nowza time to starde workin' on eet."

Her hands retreived a bottle. Dark green liquid inside... one of those anti-intoxication potions?...

Unsteady fingers grasped at the diamond-headed cork.

...and a little more...

...nope, still hadn't gotten it...

Yeah, too drunk to open the anti-drunk potion.

Lolth's tits.

Superdooperphailmachine
01-27-2013, 11:16 PM
Ryyna leaned over the table and opened the bottle for drunky.
"I've got nothing. Fuck it, if poison fails we'll just have to fight it."
Ryyna pinched Neits cheeks and poured the potion into her mouth.

Regantor
01-28-2013, 12:20 AM
Neit spazed out at the man-handling, and then spazed out a little more at the potions world-bending effects.

She didn't say much for the next few minutes. She just threw her armoured leather bands back around her torso, and fassened up her trouser buckles.

A prolonged shrug. Her neck made a cracking noise as she bent it sideways.

"I don't wante to think aboute this too much. Let's just do ite."

"If the poison doesn' work... I'm juste gonna either shoot the fat bastarde lizarde from affar, or run away."

After that, she just turned around, checked out her slaves, and left for the location of the secret enterance.

Kodos
01-28-2013, 08:18 PM
The stench was overpowering. Ryyna's Troll wouldn't be able to smell anything.

It took only half an hour of sifting around the dump, well, that is of slaves sifting around and getting attacked by spiders, until they found the trap door.

***

The Troll was the first one down, and also the one to open it. There was no trap on the door itself, but there was a trap below, namely guards. Three Drow women with repeating crossbows that seemed to radiate a chilly air, another two with similarly chilly looking longswords, and 3 Goblin slaves with swords and little cavewod shields.

No sooner had the Troll dropped down into the cave than did the guards spring into action with various curses. Two bolts smashed harmlessly into the lumbering thing's armor, but the third crossbow pierced the Troll's armor and hide, sinking in deep and causing the great beast to bello loudly as it lumbered into action.

COMBAT! I am working on a map, I will have it by wendnesday. Since I need to do a lot for this one, kinda. How many slaves did everyone bring? And in the meantime, everyone can roll initiative for themselves and their slaves. Whenever something has the same initaitive modifier, let's just save time and roll for all of them. And if the slave wont be participating in the fight, don't bother.

One Hit! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3891319/)
20 Non-Lethal Damages to Troll! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3891322/) Troll Regenerates for 5, though, so only 15!
EDIT: The swordswomen will probably attack Troll too, FWIW. Just haven't statted those ones yet.

Kodos
02-06-2013, 11:07 AM
Once the initial surprise attack had passed, the guards were quick to continue their attack on the lumbering intruder. The three women with crossbows repeated their attack, one bolt bouncing harmlessly off the Troll's armor, another burying itself in the thing's shoulder and the third shot finding it's way into the Troll's neck. Their volley completed, two of the three women got behind the nearest cover while the third shouted at one of the Goblin slaves to get her back.
The two Drow women with the swords rather than crossbows produced flasks of what was, not that the big dumb Troll could have known, Liquid Ice and proceeded to lob them at the Troll, right before ordering the other two Goblins to charge.
The Goblin slaves, looking understandably terrified, followed their orders and charged the Troll. Unsurprisingly, one failed to penetrate the hulking thing's armor, nearly falling over as her sword clanged harmlessly off the plate armor. The other Goblin, as much to her surprise as anyone's, managed to cut into the monster's leg with enough luck to avoid the armor, and enough force to penetrate the hide.

http://i.imgur.com/QMRiFJH.png
Regarding the map; W is the Drow guards with swords, C are the ones with Crossbows, and G are the Gobbies. The rest is self-explanatory. Fail posts first, then whoever else is on. Gobbies have 15 AC and 50 HP. You can't possibly hit anyone else this turn so not bothering with mentioning their stats. Where the Troll is standing is right below the hatch to drop down.
Two hits! One potential critical hit! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3909855/)
Crit Confirm! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3909870/)
Troll takes 28 non-lethal damages from Crossbowwomen! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3909880/)
Troll takes 6 damages from Liquid Ice flasks! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3909901/)
Goblin Charge! One hit! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3909895/)
Troll takes 8 damages from Goblin! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3909899/)
Troll has taken 52 non-lethal damages (I have already accounted for the 5 regeneration). When that number becomes 84, it goes unconscous.

Superdooperphailmachine
02-06-2013, 01:41 PM
The troll roared and swung it's huge axe at the poor goblin that hit him.
troll attack:1d20+14=32, 1d20+4=19 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3910133/)
Damage:3d6+6=15 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3910138/),3d6+6=17 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3910140/)=32

Evil_Cake
02-06-2013, 11:46 PM
Alsiif hopped down into the room, and glanced over at all the guards. When she lifted a hand towards them, slimy black tentacles spurted out of the ground. The nasty things tried wrapping around anyone and everything within reach. The ones with no targets just writhed around and jiggled.

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3910859/ grapple check = 22

http://i.imgur.com/chBwmGU.png

EDIT BY KODOS: I'm not going to post just to post grapple results, so here they are! :O If Reg doesn't have anything for Neit, I'll post.
Somehow, two of the Crossbow lasses are made of badass and fail to be grappled! The other one is! Cake can pick or w/e! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3920364/)
And, wow, somehow both warrior Drow also made their grapples! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3920370/)
The Goblins auto fail since they have to crit and I am being merciful! Remember: If Troll or anyone moves into the tentacle field, they have to make a grapple check.

Regantor
02-14-2013, 12:40 AM
Neit effortlessly just dropped down onto the troll's shoulders, then hopped down onto the floor. Not even bothering to make eye contact with the enemy, instead more interested in the quality of her nails, it was like she was barely paying attention.

"Sorry. We can'te have the big red fellow catchin' on so soone."

The reflexive mental action was in many ways simpler than trying to puppeteer one's mind. Like testing the ripeness of a fruit, she just reached out with her unseen hand, and squeezed.

Pre-battle; Inertial Armour.

Then, Mind Thrust (1+5 extra PP); against the crossbow Drow that's in view.

The will save vs DC 21;
1d20+9=18 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3923947/)
Failed.

Damage taken;
6d10=33 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3923962/)

The Drow crossbow women, still in the process of readying her weapon, suddenly seemed to seize upright and spasm uncontrollably. There were a series of loud wet clicks, and then she simply dropped to the floor, braindead.

http://www.freewebs.com/handcannon/chBwmGU.png

Superdooperphailmachine
02-24-2013, 01:46 PM
Ryyna's Troll cut the goblin in half, then mashed it again for good measure.
Attack:1d20+14=22, 1d20+4=16 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3941562/)
Damage:3d6+6=23, 3d6+6=16 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3941565/) 39
map:http://i.imgur.com/rK1PwRa.png

Kodos
02-27-2013, 01:48 PM
The crossbow-woman in position to do so raised her weapon and landed a clear shot (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3946204/) on Alsiif. Fortunately for Alsiif, her Demonic heritage spared her from the chilling effects of the enchanted crossbow. The other surviving crossbow lass's similar attempt on Ryyna's Troll was far less successful the bolt harmlessly (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3946219/) bouncing off the thing's armor. Finally, the other two women just continued to throw Liquid Ice flasks at the big hulking Troll.

4 damages to Alsiif! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3946214/)
Troll takes 6 damages from Liquid Ice flasks! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3946224/) Neitar and Alsiif both take 2 points of Cold damage from splash damage! Alsiif takes no damage, though, since Cold Resist 5!

Evil_Cake
03-01-2013, 06:17 PM
Alsiif glared at the crossbow butthead that shot her, then raised her hand and muttered some curse.

The crossbow drow's arms started to feel tingly...

Alsiif casts wither limb on the crossbow drow's arms. fort DC = 18

Kodos
03-02-2013, 10:48 AM
Much to Alsiif's disappointment, the Crossbow-Woman seemed to just shrug off her spell.

Ahahaha, what're the odds? She has a +1 Fort Save, and ends up nailing it with a natural 20.
1d20+1=21 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3951784/)

Regantor
03-02-2013, 11:17 PM
So Neit was stuck in a corner in a dank sewer pit, being rubbed up against by a troll, who was in turn being lashed by the edges of an endless black mass of tentacles. The stinking shebali scumbags shooting at them didn't have to put much effort in. The normally baroque, classy little mistress was feeling rather... insulted.

"Lolth's tits! This is just too damn amateurish..." The thought rung out, stinging the minds of everyone present. "I've been to orgies with better shows of violence than this!"

Both Alsiif and the Troll took a heavy palm-slap to the face as Neit shoved her way over their shoulders, then suddenly dissolved away into a floating tumorous cluster of black, smokey orbs. When the mass dissipated, she too had disappeared...

The strange effect repeated, now at the heart of the dank, throbbing mass of unholy rope-limbs.

Neit was instantly (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3952510/) seized and enthralled in the mass as she leapt out, convulsing as the unnatural things struggled to tear her limb from limb.

She growled, then laughed. The disturbing echo caused by the tight quarters was cacophonous. She shook with a spark of pain, but it was more than just the tentacles. Her fingers grasped rabidly at the surrounding air.

Or, perhaps, surrounding minds.

Neit cast dimension door as a move action, costing 13PP.

She failed the grapple above, and thus takes 1d6+4=8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3952541/) damage from the tentacles.

The concentration test to cast another power whilst being grappled, however, was passed (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3952482/).

Neit overchannels to perform 2 levels higher of a power, and takes 3d8=15 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3952553/) damage.

This in turn lets her perform the ranged version of Empathic Transfer, Hostile, for 11PP.

Everybody within 20 feet takes 50 damage...

Apparently none of them have HP over 50, so even if they make will saves, it's still insta-death. So they all die, except for that one gobbie who is more than 20ft away.

...and, also, Neit thus gets her full 72 HP back. Since Empathic Transfer.

Total PP spent = 24.
http://www.freewebs.com/handcannon/rK1PwRa.png
They all... broke... slumped into pieces... fell apart, like rotten rag dolls.

Neit simply continued to laugh, painfully in hysterics.

"Alsiif, honey... These thrashy squid-bits are really fun and all, but... we don't... really... have the time right now..."

"Q-Quickly! Y-Y-You spore-bearing armpit lizard bitch imbred thug dyke slut! They are getting ideas! D:<"

Evil_Cake
03-07-2013, 10:44 PM
The tentacles reluctantly released Neitar and shrunk into the ground.

Kodos
03-13-2013, 11:19 AM
The last Goblin screamed, threw her weapon and shield down, and attempted to make a break for it, only for the Troll to smash her into a fine paste.

"All dedds." The thing rumbled upwards towards Ryyna in accented and broken Undercommon. "Now whut I do?"

The Troll would take the attack of opportunity, and even if he somehow missed the others would have gotten her. So yeah.