Rikandur Azebol
First Post
OOC:
Didn't I suggest that these guys were top ranking Demons in Iuz's forces, the Glabrezu ? I doubt that succubi would have guts to improve their humour at the expense of mortals as dangerous as drow. Then, I think that poor delegation of drow will have to swallow their pride. Glabrezu aren't to be mocked, even Iuz is nice to his best warriors. Succubi would despair that he sends them on suidice mission, and make a scene. And are less impressive, when You wish to remind of consequences of betrayal Your would be neighbourn.
Aliador, First Maid's spartan, as she asked, room.
*First Maid kneels on her face in front of small wooden statue, apparently self made. In a smal brazier sweetly smelling intense is burning slowly, filling the air with white, delicate smoke.*
My Lord and Master, Aliadores are terrified of reality that awaits them ... Your unworthy servant didn't manage to ease their fears.
It is all that We expected, don't You remember ? And stop it, I thought that harsh road trough Underdark gave you some confidence. Have some spine, girl. You should enjoy Your childhood dream until war will came at their door. Then powers that I avoken in You should be apparent. You need strong emotions to inflame Your inner might. I'm pleased with You, so stop whinning. You know the best that it gives nothing except false comfort.
Didn't I suggest that these guys were top ranking Demons in Iuz's forces, the Glabrezu ? I doubt that succubi would have guts to improve their humour at the expense of mortals as dangerous as drow. Then, I think that poor delegation of drow will have to swallow their pride. Glabrezu aren't to be mocked, even Iuz is nice to his best warriors. Succubi would despair that he sends them on suidice mission, and make a scene. And are less impressive, when You wish to remind of consequences of betrayal Your would be neighbourn.
Aliador, First Maid's spartan, as she asked, room.
*First Maid kneels on her face in front of small wooden statue, apparently self made. In a smal brazier sweetly smelling intense is burning slowly, filling the air with white, delicate smoke.*
My Lord and Master, Aliadores are terrified of reality that awaits them ... Your unworthy servant didn't manage to ease their fears.
It is all that We expected, don't You remember ? And stop it, I thought that harsh road trough Underdark gave you some confidence. Have some spine, girl. You should enjoy Your childhood dream until war will came at their door. Then powers that I avoken in You should be apparent. You need strong emotions to inflame Your inner might. I'm pleased with You, so stop whinning. You know the best that it gives nothing except false comfort.