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Message: <blockquote data-quote="JollyDoc" data-source="post: 4095530" data-attributes="member: 9546">With Orcus on board, that left only three potential allies for the Legion to recruit.  According to Iggwilv’s advice, the first of these that they should approach was Malcanthet, the Queen of Succubi.  Her realm was Shendilavri, the 570th layer of the Abyss.  At first glance, her domain seemed like a slice of Heaven rather than its opposite.  The temperature was constantly balmy, and the landscape was one of green, rolling hills, sweeping panoramic mountains, and a lush ocean, but Mandi knew what lay beneath the façade.  Shendilavri was a paradise for Malcanthet alone, and its every charming feature existed only to lull visitors into a false sense of safety.  Its truth lay hidden in its expansive torture gardens, flensing pits and pleasure dungeons.The River Styx was unusually crowded as it wound through the beautiful city of Miomanta, Malcanthet’s summer home.  On closer inspection, however, most of the river traffic seemed to consist of black barges, crewed by vrock’s and hezrou, bearing cargo of damned souls.  The city itself was a mix of beauty and ramshackle slums, with a sprawling central district known commonly as the Fleshpits.  Surrounding this central expanse were the homes of Malcanthet’s thirteen closest servitors, the Radiant Sisters.  Each manor was modeled blasphemously to temples dedicated to gods of Law and Good.  But the palace that towered over the city from its tallest hill was Miomanta’s most obvious landmark, with its walls of pink and cream-colored marble, its red tile roof, and its many windows that reminded the viewer of unfolding flowers.  Its towers were topped by glowing domes upon which dozens of succubi roosted.As the Sea Wyvern entered the harbor, a series of shouts drew the attention of those gathered on deck.  A barge was unloading, and another was just leaving the dock.  A six-armed marilith waved at the Wyvern, pointing at the recently vacated space.  Mandi guided the caravel masterfully into its slip.  Cautioning the crew to remain onboard, the Legionnaires disembarked.“Nourishment,” the marilith said as she glanced at Tower Cleaver and jotted something down in a ledger.  “Crafter,” she said, indicating Mandi.  “Labor,” she pointed out Sepoto. “Entertainment,” she said to Marius, and then, “Nourishment, nourishment,” she indicated Daelric and Octurus last.“I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” Sepoto said, clearing his throat.  The marilith suddenly had six weapons drawn, one in each hand.  A second marilith had joined her at this point.  “Please,” the goliath said, placatingly and holding up arms to show that he was unarmed.  “We bear messages and greeting to your mistress from Iggwilv, Orcus and the Court of Stars.”For a moment, it seemed as if the marilith might burst out laughing, but then she seemed to think better of it.“Very well,” she said in exasperation, “you may pass, but be warned, you must be ‘properly clothed,’ before you are allowed an audience. You must all abide by the…dress code.  This means all of you bare-ass naked.”  She smiled wickedly.  “You may wear cloaks and jewelry, but naught else.”Mandi glanced back at her wide-eyed companions, and then shrugged.  “You heard the lady,” she said, “so start stripping, boys.”</blockquote>

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