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Once it has been determined that the gaseous vampire is completely invulnerable to anything they can throw at it, the Matron will briefly adress it and state the obvious fact that it will not survive for much longer if it remains a servant of the Tsannans.
Confident that her people will have the good sense to beware its precense she will greet the approaching Draegoloth.
The acid-scarred flesh of her face twists slightly as she smiles at the fiend, and speaks to him with the voice of Matron Morcane."Grandson, I am pleased that the rumours of your demise was as exagerrated as those about my own permanent death. I would speak with you at greater length later, for now other matters must take precedence."
The report about the second destruction of Marcarius is met with an emotionless nod. On the inside she seethes in impotent fury at the knowledge that everything she could do about the situation would only weaken her further, including doing nothing at all.
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The Matron leads the group into the room, where they fan out in preparation for battle even as she considers her reply. After a second or two, spent marvelling at the desperate audacity of her opponents, she shakes her head and smiles a sad little smile that carries a subtle flavour of pity.
"I have some knowledge of your kind, Vampire. And that knowledge makes me question the veracity of your statement of identity. You appear to be Dorina Tsarran but I have every reason to believe her to still be in her coffin, regenerating herself after her temporary destruction in battle. I must consider the possibility that you are not who you clam to be, or indeed that you are nothing more than a magical illusion intended to stall, or entrap, me.
Until those particular suspicions have been allayed I can make no further reply to your offer. I suggest that you do not attempt to prevent us from searching your coffins."
Endur said:Then the Bebilith stops suddenly. And the other Bebilith, behind Tierak and Dariel, starts to snap its claws and fangs, as the Bebiliths turn around and start chasing the invisible intangible enemy back the way you came, towards the Matron. The invisible intangible caster stops right in front of Matron Ki'Willis. Both Bebiliths, Dariel, and Tierak right behind it.
Once it has been determined that the gaseous vampire is completely invulnerable to anything they can throw at it, the Matron will briefly adress it and state the obvious fact that it will not survive for much longer if it remains a servant of the Tsannans.
Confident that her people will have the good sense to beware its precense she will greet the approaching Draegoloth.
Endur said:Matron Ki'Willis, using the memories of Alisannara Morcane, recognizes the Draegloth as Zieggrek. The son of Alisannara's adopted daughter Dessa Sik-Morcane and a Glabrezu fiend known as Z'ker'zzt. Dessa was highly favored by Lolth and had conceived the Draegloth after a ceremony in the Temple of Lolth in Maerimydra. Tierak also remembers Zieggrek. Zieggrek was famous for his battle lust and his desire to protect his female superiors.
The acid-scarred flesh of her face twists slightly as she smiles at the fiend, and speaks to him with the voice of Matron Morcane."Grandson, I am pleased that the rumours of your demise was as exagerrated as those about my own permanent death. I would speak with you at greater length later, for now other matters must take precedence."
The report about the second destruction of Marcarius is met with an emotionless nod. On the inside she seethes in impotent fury at the knowledge that everything she could do about the situation would only weaken her further, including doing nothing at all.
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Endur said:Dorina T’sarran sits upon her throne. She is a gaunt drow vampire with deep black skin and yellowish-white hair. She wears black elven chainmail. Her face is beautiful but angular, with something of a feral look about it.
Kiernan Morcane, Leonon Morcane, and two of the skinless female drow undead known as Quth-Maren flank the throne, kneeling in Dorina’s presence, but also kneeling in the direction of the members of House Millithor and House Morcane..
Dorina’s commanding voice fills the chamber as she speaks to Matron Ki'Willis in the drow language.
“Matron Ki’Willis, the time of your conversion to the worship of Kiaransalee is finally upon you.
“Your transformation to become one of the ever-living in death was a necessary step in your conversion to the worship of the Lady of the Dead. Death comes to all.
“Revenants are favored in the eyes of the Revenancer. Most revenants fall to dust within months. Their hatred burns so hot that it literally burns their body apart. Not so those who worship the Revanancer. Revenants that worship the Revenancer have their hatred harnessed and they toil forever in her service.
“Once you perform the ceremony and become a high priestess of the Vengeful Banshee, the Goddess will grant you true power.
“I will give this place to you and serve you loyally upon your ascension.
“With my aid, your destruction of Irae T’sarran will be assured. Irae’s death is the will of the White Banshee, why else transform you into a Revenant?
“The Goddess offers divine power, immortality, and revenge. To accept her generous offer, all you have to do is perform the ceremony to become a High Priestess of Kiaransalee. Transform this pathetic spider-kisser into one of the Quth-Maren!
“You desire this. The Goddess desires this. Embrace your destiny!”
The Matron leads the group into the room, where they fan out in preparation for battle even as she considers her reply. After a second or two, spent marvelling at the desperate audacity of her opponents, she shakes her head and smiles a sad little smile that carries a subtle flavour of pity.
"I have some knowledge of your kind, Vampire. And that knowledge makes me question the veracity of your statement of identity. You appear to be Dorina Tsarran but I have every reason to believe her to still be in her coffin, regenerating herself after her temporary destruction in battle. I must consider the possibility that you are not who you clam to be, or indeed that you are nothing more than a magical illusion intended to stall, or entrap, me.
Until those particular suspicions have been allayed I can make no further reply to your offer. I suggest that you do not attempt to prevent us from searching your coffins."
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