Graverended Grimoire (House Millithor in the City of the Spider Queen V)

[Dalamar]

*Torellan turned away from the body of his latest victim. Poor male had been sent to deliver a message and had unfortunately stumbled upon Torellan on his hunt. At least his blood had tasted good, and learning of this 'wounded god' was a pleasurable surprise. This was matters worthy of sharing with Quertus...*

*Soon after, Torellan materialised from his misty form at the wizard's laboratory* "Hello, brother."

OoC: Torellan has manifested the following psionic powers on himself, both lasting 10 hours: claws of the beast for 7 PP (to bring his attack routine in line with the one noted in his character sheet), and inertial armor for 9 PP (to raise his AC to 44 (+8 Armor, +10 Dex, +11 natural armor, +5 Deflection). 61 PP left

Also, when attacked with an energy attack of some significance (something he believes would deal more than 20 points of damage), he manifests specified energy adaptation as an immediate action (3 PP base, +4 augmentation) to gain Resistance 20 against that energy

 

[Xael]

*Quertus sat in a comfly chair, annoyed by the fact that he wasn't able to focus on the book he was supposed to be reading. He tossed the book at nearby table and shifted to a slouchy position not really fitting for a mage of his status. The news he had heard from his abyssal contacts, something about a dying god, had caught his attention. The circumstances were, not unique, but rare to say at the least. He'd have to investigate the matter more throughly.*

*When Torellan entered the room, in his rather usual way, Quertus decided that he'd not bother to take more formal position in the chair. Instead, he lazily turned his head towards the vampire.*

"Hello indeed, brother." *He ansvered Torellan's rather straith reminder that he wasn't a Millithor by blood. At least by his own blood. Quertus had certainly "bought" his way in to the house with the blood of others. But Torellan's teasing was nothing new, and he knew that blasting this to dust wouldn't stop it. Quite the contrary, actually.*

"I sincerely hope that you're not disturbing my tremendously important work just for another Polymorph spell, are you?"

 

[Dalamar]

"But dear brother, how could you think such things of me?" *Torellan's face turns to a mask of fake shock* "You don't consider me just a beast driven by its primary needs, do you?"
*With a grin, Torellan props himself up on a table in a sitting position* "No, I am here to discuss more important matters. I probably aren't wrong when I assume that you've heard the rumors? Just thought I'd ask if you'd like to assist me in seizing that power." *Torellan chatted with the tone of one who is discussing the latest fashion or trend.*

 

[Serpenteye]

Lolth, now that was interesting. Her clergy and demonic following must both be terribly weakened by the chaos caused by her absence. Perhaps I could indeed break into the Demonweb Pits before anyone else could react, but once there how would I go about taking the deity's power for myself? There must be more to it than simply squishing the old spider.

Teliek returned to his chambers, hoping that he had bought some time with the removal of Domon. The priest would surely be raised from the dead soon, and he would have to offer his old friend some compensation for the inconvenience of death. The ritual could be stalled for a few essential days, though. It was not uncommon to allow clerics killed in peaceful times a handful of days in contemplative retreat in the afterlife. A subtle hint in a memo delivered to a connection in the morgue would make sure of it.
Bane would punish his incompetence, off course, but the old priest would ultimately be strengthened by the ordeal.

He hid his robes of office and features in a deep cloak, of such a kind that clercs and sages often wear, and cast a couple of Gate spells. A few seconds later he stepped out onto the slopes a mile outside of Candlekeep, where he intended to anonomously research some of the precedence in the field of fallen and dieing deities and the theft of their power, to find some clue how he could take Lolth's power for himself (or if necessary, Bane). He makes sure to borrow a lot of other books in unrelated fiends to cover his tracks.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Teliek, you search a great deal of religious texts, most of them dating back hundreds of years, copies of manuscripts older still. You borrow books on astronomy, herbs, crystals, and other planes as well to muddy the waters. However what you learn is fascinating. If Lolth is indeed dying, she may be in a form that a mortal would be able to combat. If so, she can be truly killed. If she's killed, her body will become like stone, her blood like tar or water, and sparks of her divine energy will roam her home plane or wherever her body falls.*

*Using her blood will grant the user some power, but for true divine essense, one would have to capture her demiurge, the imprint of her power on the multiverse. This can be done with particular rites as well as sheer force of will. Others could help you do it, or you could do it alone. But it is not without cost. Improperly doing the right or being weak-willed would mean instant horrifiying death.*

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*Zaphael's face falls at your slight reprimand, and she crawls forward to please you and make up for her mistake. She joins her pleasure with yours, mind-to-mind, and her clever hands reach to tantalize you in the physical world.*

 

[Uriel]

Smiling cruelly and with the slightest hint of excitement, Eol says to his Consort 'Well, Beloved, it seems our Lord has sent us upon a worthy endeavor. I think this shall prove a most enjoyable kill.'
Sliding back into the warmth of Jynessa's embrace and the slick blood of the entertainment, Eol mused on the death of a Goddess and the rise on another Dark Star...

 

[Serpenteye]

*Using her blood will grant the user some power, but for true divine essense, one would have to capture her demiurge, the imprint of her power on the multiverse. This can be done with particular rites as well as sheer force of will. Others could help you do it, or you could do it alone. But it is not without cost. Improperly doing the right or being weak-willed would mean instant horrifiying death.*

He continues searching for clues to how the rites should be performed. Meanwhile a plan is forming itself in his mind. On the outside his demeanor presents a bored indifference, but in his heart he is grinning with greed.

 

[Xael]

*Quertus shrugs and grins.* "Would I think such things about my dear brother?" *He then continues, while he shifts to somewhat normal sitting position.* "And yes, I've heard the rumors. But I have to mention that the thought of helping you achieve godlike powers manages to sound about as fun and sane as hugging a Nalfeshnee. But I'm going to look into this subject anyway. There's too much for me to gain here, besides the fact that the whole thought of seizing goddess' power is rather heretical of course, and is probably going to get us both killed."

 

[Dalamar]

*Torellan slaps Quertus's back not-so-good-heartedly*
"I knew I could count on you to help me on this. Now get to work so I can reap the fruits of your work"
*With that, Torellan leaves Quertus and heads to his chambers*

*When finally in his chambers, Torellan removes his Hat of Disguise, resuming the looks of his dead form instead of those he had when still living.*
"Honeys, I'm home!"

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Tierak Morcane, Drow Thaumaturge/Arachne

*At Matron Tierak's direction, Krik*tasp knocks on Eol's door; this courtesy is extended to very few. If Eol does not answer within one minute, Krik*tasp will open the door and enter.*