House Millithor in the City of the Spider Queen II

[Thels]

OOC: Used message from the brooch to notify Quertus about the spider.

Dariel looks away from the woman on the throne as he scuffles to the back of the group. Undead? Certainly not my profession. I hope the Matron can talk herself out of this one, though I doubt it. Seems like wherever we go, we meet resistance. Why is Lolth doing this to us? A test? Or did House Millithor fail her at some point?

 

[Serpenteye]

The Matron walks slowly towards the living corpse on the throne. Her every graceful movement speaks of calm, natural authority. Her face is schooled to perfect serenity, the small confident smile that rests comfortably on her lips only serves to emphasise her cold beauty. She ruthlessly crushes any insecurity she might have felt, concentrating on the task at hand, and of getting them out of there alive. Be calm and assertive, make them believe you have more power at your disposal than you do. A certain measure of arrogance will be necessary, but don't back her into a corner without presenting a viable way out.
Matron Morcane I presume? You have changed since my last meeting with you, but truly you are as lovely as ever. She stands a polite distance from the throne and looks gracefully from side to side of the front of the hall. And your decorations... how noveau! I have only been away from civilisation for a handful of days. The trends do pass quickly these days, in fashion as well as in politics. May I inquire as to where your current allegiance lies? And your intentions regarding L'Tar'annen de’l Elgluth?

 

[Dalamar]

Torrellan is very frustrated at himself for not preparing a prestidigitation spell, it would've taken care of changing his vividly colored outfit to a more fitting dark color. He makes a mental note to remember preparing one at the first chance possible.

As they pass the guards, Torrellan's lips move into a slight smile for a moment: all the guards are at least corporeal, fitting targets for his daggers.

The flamboyant secondboy makes a deep bow, removing his hat in the process, to the Matron of House Morcane as they are presented to her. As he straightens himself, he flashes a charming smile at the rest of ladies present.

 

[Endur]

The woman on the throne listens to every word uttered by Matron Ki'Willis, her eyes focused on Matron Ki'Willis, but she does not respond.

Instead, harsh laughter erupts from the female vampire on your left. She takes a step forward, and everyone in the audience hall focuses their attention on her. She is a gaunt drow with deep black skin and yellowish-white hair. Her face is beautiful but angular, with something of a feral look on it. She is wearing black elven chainmail and has a mace at her belt.

She speaks sarcastically,"Her intentions?!? She intended for you to be eaten by trolls and for herself to be sole owner of this place and all its wealth. She was a traitor! She sought to profit by conspiring with the rabble that sought to destroy Maerimydra and Menzoberanzan!"

After hearing this, the drow woman on the throne hangs her head in shame, and abandons the throne and falls on her knees. The laughing vampire moves forward and takes the throne.


"Her allegiance is to me, Dorina T'sarran, loyal daughter of Irae T'sarran. I had the traitor flayed alive for her crimes and then I reanimated her and converted her into a loyal servant. Just as my mother shall do to the traitors in Maerimydra. Even as we speak, my Mother, Irae T'sarran, a loyal drow of Maerimydra, fights to liberate Maerimydra from the hideous fiend Kurgoth. The surviving drow of Maerimydra have rallied to her cause. Already, she has had one great victory! The treacherous archmage Dunneth Wharreil has been slain!"

The woman inclines her head towards the drow Wizard Solom. Solom speaks some arcane words, and an image forms in the air of a spell duel between two powerful combatants. The archmage Dunneth is fighting a female albino drow, who appears to have only one eye(a half helm of some sort covers the other eye). The archmage Dunneth Wharreil casts a spell and sends a ray of negative energy towards the woman. The woman, who does not appear to be undead, holds a scepter in one hand. The sceptre seems to reflect the spell right back at the wizard. Dunneth is slain by his own spell, and the woman reaches out her other hand which is wrapped in an armored claw-like gauntlet of some sort. She rips his spirit out of his body and is appearently transforming him into a ghostly figure when the image ends.

 

[Pyrex]

Carcelon's eyes narrow while watching the display created by Solom,
"Pretty pictures, I wonder if it ever happened."

 

[Serpenteye]

Ki'Willis chuckles dryly, looking down at the flayed form, then she turns back to Dorina. "Ahh, I thank you for taking the time to crush this presumptuous gnat and sparing me the effort. Our cities have indeed suffered from her treachery, and to aid in the reconstruction I have decided to retrieve the assets of L'Tar'annen de’l Elgluth to Menzoberranzan. House Baenre no longer recognises Morcane's right to their share of this company, our expropriation has their full support. Your co-operation is most appreciated, and once you have Maerimydra under your control we can resume our trade under the usual terms."

 

[Endur]

Dorina smiles.

"Crushing her was a pleasure. I am looking forward to cooperating with you.

"Sending assets to Menzoberanzan may be difficult in the short term. The warehouses are currently empty. We sent everything portable to Maerimydra as supplies for the liberation. My mother and the surviving drow are besieged in Maerimydra Castle, the former seat of House Chumavh. The rest of Maerimydra is in the hands of the accursed Kurgoth and his army of Fiends, Giants, and escaped slaves.

"I'm certain that you and I can discuss the disposition of the surviving commoners and goods at length and arrive at a mutually beneficial determination.

"For now, let me perform some introductions.

"To the right of my throne is my brother Zedar T'sarran."

The impassive armored figure with the two headed flail bows in the direction of Matron Ki'Willis.

She then refers to the two female drow, who look almost identical.

"My brother's daughters, Velasta T'sarran and Velina T'sarran."

"You have already met Kiernan. His younger brother Laranen and his cousin Leonon, all three late members of House Morcane."

The two male vampires bow. Kiernan takes his place among the other vampires.

Dorina then refers to the groups of wizards.

"Of course, you must remember Solom Ned'razak. And his most skilled apprentice, your nephew Eilos Millithor."

Solom and the skeletal Lich bow. To the Matron and Quertus, something seems odd about Solom and Eilos (besides the undeath state of affairs), but you can't figure out what.

"The other two apprentices are Filzaur and Nobruzzal."

"Kiernan mentioned that you had had a tiring journey. We have set aside rooms for you. We have several rooms fit for noble priestesses.

"Solom has graciously set aside quarters in the Inverted Tower for Quertus so that Quertus and his brother Eilos might catch up on old times. We have quarters amongst the male warriors for your sons. We even have a pen appropriate for a bugbear.

"My brother Zedarr is planning a hunt on the surface the day after tomorrow. Appearently the hated surface worlders plan to celebrate the Feast of the Moon in the nearby town of Dagger Falls. Zedarr is planning to capture and kill as many as possible of the celebrants between dusk and dawn. I won't be going because sunlight disagrees with my complexion, but your sons are definitely welcome to go along on the raid to the surface world.

"After all, Menzoberanzan definitely needs more slaves to help with the rebuilding process."

 

[Dalamar]

Torrellan gazes at the image conjured by arcane powers, his gaze fixed on the beauty despite her apparent flaw of alabaster skin.
She can really conjure, I bet I would enjoy doing magic with her...

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Kilcif is filled with rage but manages to keep it contained by biting his lip and working his left hand into a fist, Oh their will be no pen for I… I’ll do with out think you. A small amount of blood trials down his lip as his thoughts continue, These new drow are not much more than animated bodies but their twice the pompous fools that my companions are…

 

[Seonaid]

Narcelia, Elder Daughter, Clr 11

Narcelia smiles a bit coldly at the vampire's introductions, and the explanation of the battle. Perhaps, she thinks to herself. I will need to corner one of them and discuss family affairs.

When Dorina explains the shortage in the storehouses, she glances at the Matron. Those were not theirs to use. I wonder what kind of reception we shall have in our quarters, and what kind of trip the surface it truly is. Even so, she is excited by the prospect of seeing the surface, and hopes her Matron will allow her to accompany the males. When Eilos is "introduced," she nods to him.

[Sorry for the lack of time coherency in this post. I couldn't figure out a good way to make it match the order of Endur's, and still sound good. ]