House Millithor in the City of the Spider Queen II

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Matron Ki'Willis and Carcelon enter the commoner area of Szith Morcane. The tiny tavern is little more than a few tables and chairs. At one of the tables, Kilcif is sitting, talking to a Kuo-toa eating raw beef.
 

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As Kilcif searches for traps in the Outer Fane, he can find no mechanical traps. If there are magical traps, he lacks the skill to see them.

As Matron Ki'Willis and Carcelon observe the pulsing darkness emitted from the altar in the Outer Fane, they conclude that the altar radiates negative energy.

Meanwhile, on the surface, Kiernan waits outside the steepled building while Zedar has vanished into an interior room. Narcelia stands in the entrance, ready to use her darkness ability if threatened.

At the inn, most of the party except for the two vampires has entered the inn by climbing through an unshuttered window. Torellan has knocked one party-goer unconscious and there has been a general cry of alarm. People are running in every direction. Some of the people are drawing weapons. There are at least thirty people in the Inn besides the drow.
 

Kilcif: Bugbear/Male (Barbarian/Ranger/Rogue)

Outer Fane

Kilcif looks cautiously around the chamber one more time before speaking, “I don’t see any traps.” More nervous than he was before, “but that doesn’t mean there isn’t any.” He looks the two clerics in the eye his nervousness momentary forgotten as he is filled with anger and annoyance, “Why don’t you fix what that thing did to me? I think it would be wisest for us all if I was at full strength...”
 
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Kilcif: Bugbear/Male (Barbarian/Ranger/Rogue)

Drow Common Area

Kilcif looks at the raw beef with a slight craving for some as it had been along time sense he’s had some.

He sighs as he concludes that he doesn’t trust this place enough to eat food and again longs for the surface.

When the Matron arrives he taps the Kuo-toa on the shoulder, and raises to great the Matron. If she gives a look like she wants an introduction he will provide them, if not he will stand behind her and speak only when asked something.
 

Kripp takes in the Drow female, nodding in deferential cordiality and rising to greet her.'Honored is Kripp to meet Leader most Strong from Great Drow House.Alliance would Kripp propose.Common enemies may Kripp and Drow Matron have,speak shall we?'
 

Hmph. They don't even fight back... pathetic.
With a disgusted look on his face, Torellan proceeds to pummel more surface worlders into unconsciousness.
 

Surface dwellers... pitifull. Let's just take them all out! Dariel thinks as he signals the cavvekan to kill. Jumping into the room after Torellan wielding both blades, Dariel massacres any peasant unfortunate to stand in his path without exclaiming a single word. Besides, seeing the other's conditions by their numbed fingers, we need the room to recover before we return. Well, at least this is a good opportunity to test my companion's use.
 

Narcelia steps in behind Zedar, keeping a few paces back. She will search for traps and possible slaves as she goes.
 

As Zedar and Narcelia pass through the darkened building, two women try to flee past them, but are quickly rendered unconscious.

Then a blind human with a obviously magical staff, made of white ash with inlaid silver runes, comes out of a room behind you. He chants a few words of prayer in some language and the area is suffused with a holy radiance. Narcelia and Zedar are unaffected by the holy radiance thanks to their innate resistance to magic.

Narcelia creates darkness to counteract the holiness. Zedar knocks the staff out of the arms of the blind human.

The blind human stumbles back, prays out loud in some human language to his god, and the area fills with holy radiance again. This time Narcelia suffers ten points of holy damage.

Zedar snarls in fury and the spiked balls of his dire flail become a thing alive. One spiked ball strikes the human in the mouth, then the other strikes a knee, then the head, then the other leg. Half a dozen blows later, the human lies dead upon the ground.
 
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Narcelia reels from the attack as her snake heads hiss and writhe in shared anguish. By the time she recovers, the human is dead. She nods once to Zedar and breathes, "Thanks." After spending another moment to get her bearings, she drops the Darkness and looks around. "Where to next?" she asks Zedar almost with her usual haughty manner, and brushes her unbound hair back over her shoulders. The snakes hiss menacingly and look around as well.
 

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