[UaVS] The Silver Door IC

[Uriel]

Sitting in the Clearing waiting for Grolvus to return seems to last quite a long time. The Bugbear has been gone nearly 45 minutes now, with no sign of a return. Perhaps he is just being overly cautious, what with the Quicklings in the area (surely there are more, and they would now have a better knowledge of your capabilities).
This would be a good time for discussion between the Party regarding what you might be after. Perhaps the Wizard has suggestions, since it was his Dreams that dragged you all along on this 'Mission'.

OoC:Several party members have minor wounds, if someone with Heal wants to look at them, they should be cleaned at the very least. There is no telling what the Quicklings may put on their blades.

 

[KitanaVorr]

"Gentaria, Wesselu, look over the other's wounds. We shall join the hound shortly," the priestess orders but her attention now is on the male drow kneeling at her feet.

Her fingers curl along his neck, allowing him to rise, but holding him against her so that as he does so, his face brushes against her body. The feel of his warm breath over her legs, her abdomen, even through her clothes was enough to to quicken her own breath a step. There, now she could feel him at her neck and then finally breath mingling with breath as she gazed with lavender eyes into his.

"And you, Arngen," she whispers, her lips only a bare centimeter from his. "You would never hold anything from me, would you?" The edge of her blade runs lightly against the outside of his thigh. "Would you, dear Arngen?"

 

[Jemal]

Gentaria stared jelously at Arngen for a moment, wishing it was HER pressed against Enraela, then banished the thought from her head. She had a job to do right now, and she didn't want to upset her enchanting sister. Glancing at Wesselu, she nodded and then started checking everyones wounds.

OOC: I'll check/heal people in the following order: Females, Drow males, non-drow.
If HE (You know who I'm talking about) needs healing, Wesselu can handle it.

 

[Serpenteye]

Vitrene looks at the two lovers with apparent revulsion but can't help but feel jealous. She really is beutiful. So filled with confidence and command. I'd like to nail her up to an white-hot iron rack and caress her smooth skin with spiderfang needles. He shivers, disgusted at himself, but the thought just won't go away.

Ooc: Jemal, I guess great minds think alike. I really didn't read your post before posting my own.

 

[Jemal]

OOC: I wonder what our characters would think if they knew they had THAT in common? HEHE

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Folks, I'm just waiting on Krizzel to either post in email or return here to the party.
Or, you could go find him...but perhaps he will post soon.

 

[KitanaVorr]

OOC: I'm waiting on Dalamar and after that there's something I'd like to do also.

 

[Krizzel]

Soon Grolvus returned, waiting at the edge of the clearing. "The way is clear, Mistress," he informed quietly, waving his hand towards the road. Noticing the two drow tending to the others wounds, the bugbear looked down at himself and checked his own injuries while waiting for Mistress Enraela's command.

 

[Serpenteye]

After gathering his newfound treasure Vitrene looks over and heals his own wounds, feeling more confident in his own abilities than those of a priestess of Lolth.

 

[Dalamar]

Arngen trembled, more so from passion than fear, as Enraela allowed him to arise. A bead of sweat run down his temple as he was in the clutches of her gaze and he swallows the extra moist from his mouth before speaking.
"I would never hold anything from you, Mistress, not intentionally. You are the next on my line of authority, only surpassed by the Mistress of Chaos herself."