House Millithor in the City of the Spider Queen

[Thels]

Dariel returns to the box, noting the Dwarf standing in the arena. Speaking while checking the box for any corners he would be less visible in: "Dear Matron Mother, would this be a good chance to have a fight with one of these dwarves, or should we wait for a better oppurtunity?", as he applies the vemon to his blades.

 

[Serpenteye]

Dariel returns to the box, noting the Dwarf standing in the arena. Speaking while checking the box for any corners he would be less visible in: "Dear Matron Mother, would this be a good chance to have a fight with one of these dwarves, or should we wait for a better oppurtunity?", as he applies the vemon to his blades.

There will be no better oppertunity. Go, my son, and show those beasts the strength of Quellar Millithor.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Kilcif stands while waiting for Laral to finish with his pretty toy, and also for acknowledgement from Laral to address him, makes no noise or movement to betray his presence while an intense stare down at the smaller human. Kilcif can not help but realize that Sarduel has never been a friend and never will be friends, as his job as Laral's chief enforcer would be in jeopardy if Kilcif could ever lose his independent streak. Kilcif looks slightly amused at the shorter human knowing that Sarduel wants only to ask him to leave, as his job entails, but is stuck powerless knowing that Kilcif is always welcome addition in this luxury box. Kilcif and Laral go way back and nothing more at this moment will make Sarduel madder than another reminder of their friendship.

 

[Xael]

Seeing that Dariel is ready to go, Quertus digs some of the dust he bought and tells Dariel wait for him to finish his spells. Quertus then proceeds to cast Stoneskin and Mage Armor on Dariel, preferably as non-flashy way as possible.

Indicating to Dariel that he's done, he will then cast Detect Magic and scan the Dwarf for magic items.

"Good luck, though you might not need it."

 

[Endur]

As Dariel takes his leave of Lady Yyssiriryl and Matron Ki'Willis, he notices that the victor in the arena fight, "Tanis Goblin-Slayer" has left the arena cage and is standing near the entrance amongst a crowd of dwarves and duergar. The dwarves and duergar are congratulating him on his victory, slapping him on the back, speaking in dwarven, and drinking ale. Django is standing on a bench with a mug in one hand and emphatically describing the moves of the cinematic fight.

Quertus also leaves the luxury box and detects magic on those standing around Tanis. Tanis has a faint aura of magic about him, but whatever it is, is not visible to Quertus's eye. Django (unarmed and not wearing armor) does not have any magical auras. The other shield dwarf also has a faint magical aura, again not visible to Quertus's eye. An older, bald Duergar has a moderate magic aura on his plate armor and a moderate magic aura on his hammer (both radiating transmutation and the weapon radiates evocation as well) and a faint aura not visible to the eye. A female Duergar has a faint transmutation auras on her armor and weapon and at least half a dozen faint auras that are not visible. At least three other Duergar have faint transmutation auras on their weapons.

After the bugbear Kilcif engages in a staring duel with the human Sarduel for a minute, Laral takes notice.


"Ahhh, Kilcif, welcome back! Sarduel, relax, you know Kilcif is always welcome here! Jena, you remember Kilcif. He's run some errands for me in the past.

"Kilcif, have you slain any dragons recently? The price on dragon scales is going up, and I have a customer that will buy everything that you can find."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Kilcif respectfully nods his head at Laral’s new plaything, uncertain how long this one will last and uncaring, I can’t believe how much money he wastes on his toys… Their just never built for the long term… Well, at least the attractive ones. Kilcif chuckles quietly in his mind to himself at the thought of that, but address Laral while pushing the thoughts aside. “No, it’s been quite sometime since I’ve been to the surface and it appears that it might be longer still as I’ve been approached for a job that I can only guess will leave me in the underdark for at least the immediate future. Though, I still have some down time before the job, and was curious if you had anything that required my services?” Kilcif’s anger had subsided some and curiosity of the Drows was starting to fill his thoughts. Even if Laral has nothing for me I might be able to get some information… and that is always useful.

OOC: FYI: Italics with no "" means it is a thought and not spoken outloud.

 

[Endur]

Sarduel looks like he is about to make an angry comment, but Laral cuts him off.


"Ahh, Kilcif, you know that if we had any needs for your services, I'd hire you in a second, regardless of the cost.

"However, Mantol Derith is going through a period of good will unto others. Everyone is being friendly to everyone else. I don't have any enemies. Live enemies, that is. And so I don't have any need for someone with your talents.

"Let me wish you good hunting on your trip. And don't forget about the Dragon Scales."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Kilcif nods his head in agreement, “Agreed, If I confront a dragon I’ll make sure to pry and pull every scale from its carcass and if none are encounter then when I return from this business a trip up north maybe be in order. There’s no need to apologize for the friendliness of neighbors, as it’s a situation that will not last forever. Upon my return to Mantol Derith I’m sure there will be business for us to discuss.” Kilcif turns to leave but stops short turning to readdress Laral, “I’m sure you’ve put out your normal feelers and your not so normal feelers,” Kilcif’s eyes linger on Jena as he nods his head in her direction. “What has been found out about House Milithor?”

 

[metrostar]

Jena had been busy sucking sweet cream off of Laral’s fingers, and hadn’t noticed Kilcif arrive. She smiled at the gruff bugbear as she put the strawberries and cream away. Those surface delicacies that Laral brought were so fun sometimes, though not nearly as tasty as the more refined drow sweets. They did bring some variety to a slave’s life, though.

“I’m sure you’ve put out your normal feelers and your not so normal feelers,” Kilcif’s eyes linger on Jena as he nods his head in her direction. “What has been found out about House Milithor?”

“Oh, sweet Kilcif! Is that how you think of me? As one of Laral’s feelers? Well, if that’s what you want me to be, I guess I can be that for you!” She smiles and winks at Kilcif. “Lady Yyssiriryl says her guests are the rulers of House Millithor. From what I can see, they certainly have the arrogance and sense of entitlement that you only see amongst the higher ranks of the noble drow. Though what they are doing in Mantol Derith, alone without any bodyguards, retainers, or slaves of any kind, is anybody’s guess.” She rests her chin on Laral’s knee, tracing circles lightly on his thigh with a finger. “You would think someone would have noticed a noble house’s arrival here, but no one did. You’d almost think they walked here, disguised as lower-class drow! I know, that’s a crazy thought!” Jena giggles. “How was it? Do I make a good feeler?”

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Kilcif takes it all nodding his head while pondering it all, “Yes, thank you for your information Jena. Your usefulness as always is bountiful but by chance did you catch their city of origin? I would assume Menzoberanzan based upon their closeness with Lady Yyssiriryl but I’m not one who finds comfort in assumptions.”