House Millithor in the City of the Spider Queen

[Serpenteye]

Ki'Willis looks at the slave-girl briefly. Quite exquisite, even for a love-slave, she must be very talented, both in and outside of the bedchamber, to fetch that kind of prize. To take such expense for simple pleasure... Laral would have to be either far wealthier or more foolish than I had expected. There is some truth to the old saying that all males are ruled by their libido, but a male in his position must surely have at least some brains. A pity we have to leave so soon, he could make an interesting ally. This settlement is quite strategic, the possibilities are endless...

OOC: Nice post Metrostar.

 

[Thels]

Dariel looks at the female drow as she approaches the box. Though he's taken by female beauty as any man would, there are things far more important clustering his mind. Making sure his swords are ready to use, he keep standing in a ready position, just a few feat away from the newcomer, ready to attack her if she comes to harm any of his familymembers.

 

[Seonaid]

Narcelia glances at the slave, then turns her attention back to the ring. However, she listens carefully to the conversation.

 

[Endur]

Torellan was thinking about a practical joke. Something about a dwarf's beard and driving a dwarf insane with humiliation. When he saw the slavegirl approaching, all thoughts of dwarves fled his mind.

As Torellan watches the drow slavegirl approach, he can't help watching her every move and appraising her beauty.


My Mother has always been the most beautiful member of House Millithor, an ageless beauty that could seduce any Drow male. Of the women in Mantol Derith, I thought only the beautiful, mysterious, and powerful Lady Yyssiriryl could compete with her. I was wrong, this slavegirl's naked sexual beauty goes beyond the Matron or Lady Yyssiriryl. Her body is so perfect it must be supernatural.

Must concentrate. Must not shame my house or get myself punished by staring too intensely at the slavegirl.



Lady Yyssiriryl returned Jena's kiss deeply. When Jena pulled away from the kiss, Yyssiriryl's right hand stayed on Jena's neck. After Jena spoke, Yyssiriryl moved her hand in a slow caress up the back of her neck into Jena's hair, then she pulled hard on Jena's hair and forced Jena to her knees in front of Matron Ki'Willis.

Lady Yyssiriryl spoke harshly, "Of course, these glittering stones were worth the trade. I would have accepted far less. Jena, selling you wasn't about how much I would get for you; it was about the humiliations and tortures that would be inflicted on you. Laral could put you to so many better uses than I could.

"You are in the presence of Matron Ki'Willis Millithor and you, a slave, should know better than just prancing into a Matron Mother's presence. Have you spent so much time with the Orcs in Laral's brothel that you have forgotten the rules of Drow society? You will bow before her now and beg forgiveness for your ill manners. Beg forgiveness, for you have dishonored both yourself and your owner. In the future, you will remember that slaves must kneel and beg permission before speaking in a Matron's presence."

 

[metrostar]

Lady Yyssiriryl returned Jena's kiss deeply. When Jena pulled away from the kiss, Yyssiriryl's right hand stayed on Jena's neck. After Jena spoke, Yyssiriryl moved her hand in a slow caress up the back of her neck into Jena's hair, then she pulled hard on Jena's hair and forced Jena to her knees in front of Matron Ki'Willis.

Jena quickly fell into a submissive slave pose, a low moan of mixed surprise, pain, and... pleasure... escaping her trembling lips as Lady Yyssiriryl forced her to her knees. The more valuable and well-conditioned love slaves enjoyed being dominated by their masters and mistresses.

"You are in the presence of Matron Ki'Willis Millithor and you, a slave, should know better than just prancing into a Matron Mother's presence. Have you spent so much time with the Orcs in Laral's brothel that you have forgotten the rules of Drow society? You will bow before her now and beg forgiveness for your ill manners. Beg forgiveness, for you have dishonored both yourself and your owner. In the future, you will remember that slaves must kneel and beg permission before speaking in a Matron's presence."

A look of shock crosses Jena's eyes as she realizes she is in the presence of a Matron Mother. "Please forgive me Matron Ki'Willis, I was only obeying Master Laral's instructions. My knowledge of nobility and royalty is limited. If I had known, I would never have acted so boldly." Jena quickly lowers her eyes from Matron Ki'Willis, awaiting her decision.

 

[Thels]

Pfff, this is a waste of our time... Dariel drops his guard and focusses back on the arena.

 

[Seonaid]

Narcelia, still gazing out at the arena, wonders at the slave's behavior. Not recognizing a matron on sight? Ched Nasad must be more backward than we'd suspected.

 

[TWK]

(Marckarius returns from whatever fugue state he's been in these last few days....)

So the younger brother thinks to grab all the glory for himself in this ring, does he? Well, let him fight the strange troll if he cares to! I shall show that he is not the only member of Millithor with the courage to enter the ring!

Marckarius pauses to let Matron Ki'Willis deal with the insolent slave first, then approaches her to ask permission to assist the cause in any way he can.

TWK

 

[Endur]

Visions

As Quertus stares at the interaction between the slavegirl and Lady Yyssiriryl, he begins to fall involuntarily into a meditative trance.

In a large room somewhere else ...

the shapes and colors in the room are strange and alien.

The only recognizable items are a table with a large troll-like creature restrained upon it.

Standing in front of the table, almost floating instead of touching the ground, is an Illithid wearing clothing with arcane symbols (one distinctive symbol in particular is a red star contained within a purple circle).

A torch floats across the room and flames are pressed against the Troll's body.

Although the Troll moves its mouth as if it is complaining or screaming, the flames do not appear to have any effect upon the troll. A flask of oil floats over and spills onto the troll's body and is ignited by the torch. The Troll's mouth stops moving. The oil burns, but the troll's skin is unharmed.

A dagger with an aura of flame floats over. The blade of the dagger cuts the Troll's skin, but the flaming aura does not appear to harm the Troll. The wound heals quickly.

A beaker of bubbling liquid (which Quertus recognizes as probably being acidic in nature) floats over and is poured on the skin where the dagger had cut the Troll. The liquid bubbles harmlessly off the Troll's body.

The Illithid floats back from the table. The floor opens up and the table drops down softly fifty feet into a cavern beneath the room.

A ball of fire materializes in front of the Illithid and streaks down towards the Troll. The troll's mouth screams silently. A ball of fire explodes over the troll. The table and restraints are damaged, but the troll is unhurt.

A green smoking ball materializes in front of the Illithid and streaks down towards the Troll. Acid explodes in every direction. The table and restraints are destroyed. The Troll is injured this time, with his skin smoking and pockmarked from the acid.

Another ball of fire streaks down upon the troll. The Troll leaps out of the way, but this time he suffers burns from the ball of fire (albeit minimal burns).

Quertus comes to his senses and he realizes that he is gripping a coin in his right hand. The coin is so hot, it is coming close to burning him.

 

[Serpenteye]

Ki'Willis smiles inwardly, though her face is stern and cruel. The tone of her voice is cold and mocking as she toys with the girl. Look at me, child. What do those lovely eyes see? What do they tell you of my stature, my demeanor, my position? What could I be if not a Matron Mother? Look at me, child, and consider well what you say, or those lovely eyes might soon see no more.