House Millithor in the City of the Spider Queen

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Carcelon Millithor, Second Daughter, Clr 11

Carcelon Messages Dariel:
"I'm ready on your mark to Dispel him, but watch out for that axe, it'll slice right through your Stoneskin."
 

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Django tells another joke in dwarven. The dwarves and duergar in the crowd continue to roar with laughter. Even the Crown Prince and his advisors in the luxury box are laughing.

Torellan casts Shield on himself.

Behind Endur, a gray wolf wavers into existance. Dariel drops down and stabs Endur with his magical sword of subtlety in the same spot that the Spider hat bitten earlier. Endur's armor seems a little dimmer than it was a moment ago.

The White Wolf growls at the much smaller gray wolf and then moves up to flank Dariel. The gray wolf whines and flees out of the arena.

Endur is moving noticably slower, but he manages to swing his gleaming waraxe several times. His first blow shatters Dariel's sword. Dariel dodges Endur's second and third swing.

The conversation between the Matron and the Grimlock is going on as described in other posts.

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Initiative
Jena: 23
Dark Elf NPCs: 21
Kilcif: 20
Dwarf NPCs (not counting Endur): 20
Narcelia: 19
Torellan: 15
Carcelon: 14
Dariel:14
Endur's Wolf: 14
Endur: 14
Any NPC not mentioned: 13
Mind Flayers and Flunkies: 12
Krecil, Quertus: 11
Marckarius: 10
Matron Ki'Willis: 3
 
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Ki'Willis answers Master Klaxeon trough the Mindlink
The admiration is mutual, master Klaxeon, no one can question the wisdom and power of the Illithid race, your disregard for the lesser races is well earned.

You claim to know of the events that transpired in Menzoberranzan. The Alhoon Syrzan instigated the slave-revolt that nearly destroyed House Millithor, that nearly caused my death. House Millithor was hit harder by the revolt than most of the other Houses. We have gained nothing from Syrzan's crime. You know this.

You flatter me by placing me on your level, above the lesser races. Yet you insult me by suggesting that I would be so foolish as to ally myself with an Alhoon to trigger a slave-revolt, and then fail to protect myself from that very revolt. Would you be so foolish, master Klaxeon? By insulting me you insult yourself.

I suspect the ruling council of Menzoberranzan will be more than willing to assist you in tracking down the Abomination and you will have our assistance in your search for our mutual enemy. A sentence of death has been set for every slave who slew a Drow in the revolt, the punishment for their leader would be far more terrible. In the end his phylactery will be found and he will be destroyed, but not before he has payed dearly for every life that he spilled and for every coin that will be required to undo the destruction he has caused in the city. To make that vengeance possible I will, if you continue to insist, comply to your request.

I will accept only one single question to be asked to both me and Krecil, only a few seconds of invasion. One question should be all you are going to need, and if the answer to that question doesn't prove our, supposed, involvement in the revolt you will immediately cease your probing. If Krecil's answer should prove unsatisfactory you will have my assistance in extracting all the information you could possibly desire, I assure you of that.
 

The Mindflayer's thoughts continue to intrude upon Matron Ki'Willis:


"It would not be the first time that the abomination has betrayed an ally.

"Nor would it be the first time that one drow house betrayed another.

"I will agree to your condition of one question. However, if the answer to the question is anything other than 'no', from either yourself or Krecil, the mind probe and questions will continue for a full ten minutes."
 

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

Kilcif brooding over his lack of business over the affairs of the arena watches the first few second of the match with only vague interest while the two combatants cast spells at each other… Why don’t they fight like warriors…? No one in here wants to see another spell conflict. He sighs thinking back to the two wizards that “fought” each other in the arena awhile back, but finally his interest is perked when the to combats go at each other with their weapons. Finally they fight like men! By the end of the first exchange of blows, Kilcif is smiling his disappointment forgotten with help from the sound of metal upon metal. By the time the drow’s sword is shattered he is rambunctious cruel laugher is heard loudly over the goblinoid section of the crowd.
 

I wish to know the question before I agree to that, and I will wish to know Krecil's answer before I consent to subjecting him to further questions.
 
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Torellan notices that Matron Ki'Willis has stopped talking to the grimlock and appears to be engaged in a staring contest. Torellan figures now is as good a time as any to make a request.

Torellan walks up to her, bows, and says, "Matron Ki'Willis, Dariel has lost both of his summoned minions and one of his swords. May I enter the arena to assist or replace him? For the Greater Glory of House Millithor!"

Matron Ki'Willis quickly glances at other members of her family and realizes that Krecil and Marckarius also had similar thoughts, but didn't dare to interrupt her.

Lady Yyssiriryl smiles when Matron Ki'Willis glances in her direction and she signs the word for 'troll'.
 
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Ki'Willis glances back at Yyssiriryl for a moment contemplating her offer, and rejecting it. There is more at stake here than a handful of coins, abbil. The reputation of House Millithor stands in the balance and we must not appear cowardly. Dariel can still be victorious, with a little help, none of you, she looks at the boys, would have much better chances.
 

Torellan says, "I need some more wine." He stomps off towards the bar still carrying his drawn sword in his hand.

The last time we fought, I dropped Dariel before he even knew what hit him! I'm sure I could take this dwarf.
 
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Ki'Willis looks at Torellan, her momentary astonishment hidden behind an iron mask. In a voice that tolerates only absolute obediance she commands him to Stay.

Is he insane? How dares he run off like this, knowing full well that we may need to evacuate at any moment, disobeying my direct command? Intolerable!
 
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