House Millithor in the City of the Spider Queen II
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Dalamar
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While being skinless is a bit of a turn-off to Torrellan, he returns the wink with a smile of his own.
So there's still some life left to them. I wonder what it would be like to-
His thoughts are interrupted by the beckon to enter. Before going through the doorway, he tips his head first to the Quth-Maren to his left, then to the one on his right to whom he gives off another smile.
He then steps inside and takes a look around. As soon as he spots the speaker -his hope being that it is indeed Velasta and not the vampiric T'Sarran- he performs a deep bow with his hat in hand.
So there's still some life left to them. I wonder what it would be like to-
His thoughts are interrupted by the beckon to enter. Before going through the doorway, he tips his head first to the Quth-Maren to his left, then to the one on his right to whom he gives off another smile.
He then steps inside and takes a look around. As soon as he spots the speaker -his hope being that it is indeed Velasta and not the vampiric T'Sarran- he performs a deep bow with his hat in hand.
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Kilcif: Bugbear/Male (Barbarian/Ranger/Rogue)
Kilcif smiles curly at the smaller goblin, as it nearly has to run to keep up with him. When they reach the safe distance of the abounded warehouse Kilcif address the goblin, “Stop this is far enough.” Kilcif looks at a nearby by pile of junk about 50 feet away, “Oh yeah I need some rope.” Nodding at the pile of junk, “I’m going to go and get a length of rope from that pile while your work on opening up the pot.”
Kilcif smiles curly at the smaller goblin, as it nearly has to run to keep up with him. When they reach the safe distance of the abounded warehouse Kilcif address the goblin, “Stop this is far enough.” Kilcif looks at a nearby by pile of junk about 50 feet away, “Oh yeah I need some rope.” Nodding at the pile of junk, “I’m going to go and get a length of rope from that pile while your work on opening up the pot.”
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Solidly built and round-faced by elven standards, Velasta is standing facing Torellan. She wears the holy symbol of Kiaransalee around her neck, dark mithral chainmail, and has a dagger in her belt. Her hair is long and flowing down her back. Torellan recognizes that Velasta is more beautiful than either of his sisters, but nowhere near perfection of his mother.
The door closes behind Torellan.
In an imperious tone, she commandss,
"Kneel!"
After Torellan kneels on the floor, she comes closer and the tone of her voice changes. She speaks with charming softness in her voice while walking around him.
"You should always kneel when in the presence of a Priestess of the True Goddess of the Drow. The outward show of respect may keep you alive in these precarious times. The walls have eyes and ears.
"I am glad you came to visit me.
"I remember your name. Torellan. Second son of the Matron of House Millithor from Menzoberanzan. Dorina says that House Millithor is going to convert to the worship of Kiaransalee. She says that your Mother is going to be very important in the new order. That means that you are going to be very important, too.
"I have never been to Menzoberanzan. Do all the noble males wear colorful clothing and hats like this one?
"What is it like being a member of a noble house in a noble compound with hundreds of servants? While House T'sarran is a noble house of Maerimydra, our house was destroyed before I was born. The worship of Kiaransalee was prohibited, and for most of my life, we have been on the run or in hiding. The Quth-Maren outside this room are the first intelligent servants I've ever had."
The door closes behind Torellan.
In an imperious tone, she commandss,
"Kneel!"
After Torellan kneels on the floor, she comes closer and the tone of her voice changes. She speaks with charming softness in her voice while walking around him.
"You should always kneel when in the presence of a Priestess of the True Goddess of the Drow. The outward show of respect may keep you alive in these precarious times. The walls have eyes and ears.
"I am glad you came to visit me.
"I remember your name. Torellan. Second son of the Matron of House Millithor from Menzoberanzan. Dorina says that House Millithor is going to convert to the worship of Kiaransalee. She says that your Mother is going to be very important in the new order. That means that you are going to be very important, too.
"I have never been to Menzoberanzan. Do all the noble males wear colorful clothing and hats like this one?
"What is it like being a member of a noble house in a noble compound with hundreds of servants? While House T'sarran is a noble house of Maerimydra, our house was destroyed before I was born. The worship of Kiaransalee was prohibited, and for most of my life, we have been on the run or in hiding. The Quth-Maren outside this room are the first intelligent servants I've ever had."
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Brother Shatterstone
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Kilcif: Bugbear/Male (Barbarian/Ranger/Rogue)
Kilcif stares into the green liquid of the pot, Hmmm at least theirs no toxic smell. he turns to the goblin as it stares dumbly into the pot, “Go find me something I can dump this liquid in.” seeing the simple look on the goblin’s face, ”Flasks, vials, that sort of thing but what ever you find make sure it's enough to empty the pot.” He drops a single gold piece in his hand. “I want stoppers too.” While he waits Kilcif pulls out the coin with Hruggek's face upon it and with the rope he tries to fashion it into a medallion he care wear around his neck.
Kilcif stares into the green liquid of the pot, Hmmm at least theirs no toxic smell. he turns to the goblin as it stares dumbly into the pot, “Go find me something I can dump this liquid in.” seeing the simple look on the goblin’s face, ”Flasks, vials, that sort of thing but what ever you find make sure it's enough to empty the pot.” He drops a single gold piece in his hand. “I want stoppers too.” While he waits Kilcif pulls out the coin with Hruggek's face upon it and with the rope he tries to fashion it into a medallion he care wear around his neck.
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Dalamar
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Torellan is quick to kneel and mentally scolds himself for not thinking of it right away.
"I'm honored that you remember my name, and glad to hear the good news on our House."
He smiles a little as Velasta asks about Menzo and the fashion therein.
"While many nobles cloth themselves in colorful clothes, only a relative small amount of us wear hats. Most consider them to be an obstruction in combat.
"Servants are nice to have around for the small tasks you don't want to bother with. But I mostly used them as targets for practical jokes, a habit that wasn't excactly enjoyable to them.
Unfortunately we've been traveling for some time now, and it isn't excactly profitable to keep a horde of servants with you since they need to eat.
"Which brings to my mind another matter. The Quth-Maren are undead, are they not? Meaning they are tireless and never need to eat or sleep? They must be very effective servants."
"I'm honored that you remember my name, and glad to hear the good news on our House."
He smiles a little as Velasta asks about Menzo and the fashion therein.
"While many nobles cloth themselves in colorful clothes, only a relative small amount of us wear hats. Most consider them to be an obstruction in combat.
"Servants are nice to have around for the small tasks you don't want to bother with. But I mostly used them as targets for practical jokes, a habit that wasn't excactly enjoyable to them.
Unfortunately we've been traveling for some time now, and it isn't excactly profitable to keep a horde of servants with you since they need to eat.
"Which brings to my mind another matter. The Quth-Maren are undead, are they not? Meaning they are tireless and never need to eat or sleep? They must be very effective servants."
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Velasta responds, "The Quth-Maren are tireless and do not need to eat or sleep, that is true.
"However, they are better warriors than menial servants.
"In life, they were priestesses of lolth, so they know very little about how to clean, not that they remember much from the their previous lives. Also, they tend to drip acid, which means they can destroy what it is they are trying to clean."
"However, they are better warriors than menial servants.
"In life, they were priestesses of lolth, so they know very little about how to clean, not that they remember much from the their previous lives. Also, they tend to drip acid, which means they can destroy what it is they are trying to clean."
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As Kilcif attempts to tie the rope around the silver coin, he encounters serious difficulties. At first he has trouble making a knot, then he has trouble securing the coin without completely covering up Hruggek's face. There are no holes in the coin. The coin is too small and the rope is too wide to make a medallion out of the coin.
Gorbo is gone for about half an hour. Finally he returns. Just about the time that Kilcif is thinking about throwing a temper tantrum and destroying the piece of rope.
Gorbo returns with a goblin-sized keg of ale. "Sorry, boss, this is the only container I could find that had a stopper and was large enough. This is good stuff, brewed by my cousin Nebbid. Would you like some?"
The goblin pours himself a drink, and one for Kilcif too if asked.
Gorbo will drink several times in order to empty the keg for Kilcif.
Before Kilcif pours the green liquid into the keg, Kilcif realizes that the green stuff isn't very liquid like. It doesn't slosh around easily, its consistency is more like mud. It is a bright green organic sludge. Glistening with a repulsive smell.
Gorbo is gone for about half an hour. Finally he returns. Just about the time that Kilcif is thinking about throwing a temper tantrum and destroying the piece of rope.
Gorbo returns with a goblin-sized keg of ale. "Sorry, boss, this is the only container I could find that had a stopper and was large enough. This is good stuff, brewed by my cousin Nebbid. Would you like some?"
The goblin pours himself a drink, and one for Kilcif too if asked.
Gorbo will drink several times in order to empty the keg for Kilcif.
Before Kilcif pours the green liquid into the keg, Kilcif realizes that the green stuff isn't very liquid like. It doesn't slosh around easily, its consistency is more like mud. It is a bright green organic sludge. Glistening with a repulsive smell.
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