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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rikandur Azebol" data-source="post: 1961229" data-attributes="member: 21755">OOC: Echem, You are mistaken Edena, or my writing is shoddier that I thought. Wich, raised among drow, plaything will bow to a male deeper than to "woman in charge" ? <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":o" title="Eek!    :o"  data-smilie="9"data-shortname=":o" /> IC:*First Maid, bows her head in thanks for courtesy and goodwill of elven Lady ... then she silently bows again to elf Lord. This time with proper respect to both rulers. And she spoke quietly, humbly and as if submitting wholly to the wills of the ruling Couple.*I thank You for the liquid Your Majesty, it's very tasty.*She closes her eyes for the moment, seemingly trying to choose right words to not insult Their Royalties. And she spoke with her usual, gentle and pleasing tone. Light smile on her face brightened the air. Only her half closed eyes betray that she isn't as comfortable as she would like to ... what in obvius truths spoken by Lord and Lady was so alien to her ?*My Master didn't rejected their gifts, nor their emissary Eiryne Victoria. He will learn from them and find his own way, as alvays. He know that someone is already serving devils and their power in this world is growing. And as for seeing downfall ... my Master is sure that everybody are wishing his downfall. He would, being someone else, wishing downfall of such power. Motives mean nothing be it greed, fear of envy. Result is still the same.And I could say that forests of Aliador resemble beautiful dream ... Drow live in their own ... dream. But I know from experience that all dreams end someday, or change into nightmares. Such time come for Drow ... and only drow seeing it, my previous mistress, Velsharess and Supreme Matron Mother Eclavdra of Eclavdor is working toward the only goal that she sees desireable. Surviwal of their race at all cost.Change is coming toward fair folk of Aliador, and personal wishes mean nothing here. Als alvays, they mean ... nothing.*For a moment mask of calmness that were written over First Maid broke, and displayed moment of resigned sadness, before she regained her grip over herself.*My Master knows it already, he listen to my prayers ... as alvays with prayers of His faithful. And if You think that rejecting something, mean denying it's existence ... Aliador will be doomed. I thank You whole heartedly for hospitality ... and will go to the place wher I have to stay, more important emissaries than me are surely awaiting.*She bowed again, this time deeply, with forehead touhing the ground before the Lord and the Lady, before standing up and waiting for their response with eyes lloking humbly on the ground.* Gates of Aliador*Demons behave absolutely neutrally towards Aliador elves, and ignored most other emissaries. Except evil grins and hisses of hatred toward any devil passing by, along with vulgar gestures toward devil females. Or whistles of applaud toward foreign succubi. And of course they waved toward passing by drow, exchanging heartily comments of their miserable mortal frames, and how it happened that drow are licking shoes of Faerie Elves ? Nothing more than friendly breezing. Every sign of upset or wounded feeling only provoked laughter from demons, and more comments including shameful detail from childhood of drow wictim. Aliador elves are as dumb as from beggining, because demons speak to Drow in language of Dark Elves. At one moment their recived telepatic sending from First Maid and stopped all activites. Smiled broadly to themselves, make faces toward the elven guards, the most daring evne turned back on them, raised his scaled kilt and farted loudly. Laughing of this poor joke, Demons departed singing drunken song in their foul tongue, describing charms of sccubus Jerleirei.**Demon listened carefully to everything that Al'Akbar spoke. With every word about peace, his eyebrows were raising a little until he was gazing on Demigod as if second head has grown on Al'Akbar's shoulders. But he spoke nothing, and after getting grip over himself bowed deeply, and thanked in the name of God-Tzar, while gazing greedily at jugs of wine.*I thank You, Your Highness for warm welcome and time devoted for Empire's delegation. We will depart to embassy now, if You allow. And I'm sure that Lord of Demons will respond. He alvays responds.*They bow again and depart inmediately after Al'Akbar dismisses them. Upon arriving at embassy Ripp grunts. While shadow enveloped it, falling from small storm cloud, the size of embassy.*Okay, boys ... time to customize this place for expectations of Our Lord and Master and his ambassador.</blockquote>

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