[UaVS] The Silver Door IC

[Uriel]

OoC: Kitana sent me a list, although there was a bit of confusion, so I am waiting for her to reply, meanwhile...

A little Role Play to keep folks busy...

IC: The Merchants finalize their dealings with Enraela and Grolvus talks with the 2 Goblins.
The guards mill about and a few engage in polite conversation about Events in the City, although they are careful to not express too much affiliation in any one direction. Empragh has tried very hard to maintain Neutrality, although their Trade Connections have been the Impetus for more than a few of the Great Houses to seek their Alliance. The Guards are friendly, if a bit guarded.

One approaches where Wesellu and Brogark wait, smiling.He addresses Wesellu. 'What puts you upon the Road, Master Wizard? Many are the strange goings on these days...

One of the female guards notices gentaria's Blades and asks about their Origin.

One of the Guards asks Vitrene about the Ferach Court, although he is careful not to overstep the Bounds of Propriety and seem too interested.

A couple of the female guards have taken a rather pointed interest in Jikull, laughing and gesturing lewdly at him in a most un-ladylike manner. Not insulting, but with a 'wish I had a night to spend with that' sort of way.

As well, one Guard (a Scout, actually) is willing to add a few notes regarding hazards to your Maps (Grolvus and Gentaria).

 

[Leopold]

IC: The large ogrish creature stands impassive behind the drow priestess scanning the area, hand on his sword making sure no harm will come to her. He sees the drow women and hears their lewd comments. He turns and looks at their weaponry to make sure that they are not a threat. How he would love to twist off their legs like mushroom caps and then beat them with their still bleeding stumps. "Surely that will ease the pain, yes that would work well...." he muses silently...

 

[Serpenteye]

One of the Guards asks Vitrene about the Ferach Court, although he is careful not to overstep the Bounds of Propriety and seem too interested.

Vitrene signs to the guard, smiling viciously, his back turned to the rest of the group. "Everything is well. The matron mother's dreaming impossible dreams of power while screwing ogres on blood-soaked altars of Lolth. The children copy their mother as best they can, though the younger daughter has been unable to get a lover even by torture and the older is too much of a fool to realise that the man she's f_ucking is also buggering his Bugbear buddy. The house is weakening every passing day."

 

[KitanaVorr]

While Enraela waited for the merchant to complete the transfer of her purchases, she glanced at the half-orgre so close to her. Her eyes passed then to the giggling drow guards, one eyebrow raised slightly at their remarks before returning to him. The lavender orbs narrowed slightly at him, a thoughtful look in them as she measured him slowly from head to foot with one penetrating glance before returning to the merchant.

 

[Leopold]

IC: "Are our duties here done priestess? Let us take our goods and move onward. I like not the 'company' around here in this area." He glances down to see her glare at him, his grey eyes impassive and looks back scanning to make sure none are overtly hostile <spot check>. His hands staying by his sword ready to draw it at a moments notice.

 

[Uriel]

Enraela and the Merchant exchange monies for goods to the satisfaction of both parties. The Merchant smiles and says 'May the Goddess see you all in whatever duty you perform for her, Bless the Web.'
The Merchant train starts up again, the Pack lizard lumbering under it's burden, guards and scouts on the lookout for any signs of trouble.

The Road stretches away through the Cavern that is the home of The City, miles and miles. Some say that it is the largest single cavern in all of the Underdark. With no more encounters on the road (except for a lone Lizard Rider wearing the Livery of the Outerwatch, those Sentinels whose job it is to keep tabs on the Borders) who streaks by. None bar her path, for to do so is a sentence of Death, considered High Treason against The City and against Lolth herself.

Within an hour, the Crossroads looms ahead, with the Eight Roads heading off into parts unknown and familiar both (The old Forest Road and The Avenue of Pain, along with The City Road lead to The City, the others to tunnels and caverns leading to other Lands. The path leading to the River branches off from one of these. The Crossroads is a rather unimpressive thing in and of itself, with a Well and a selection of low stones to sit upon. A small shrine to Lolth sits here, actually a large Spider Web suspended between 2 long-dead Mushroom Trees, with the attendant Spider (the size of 2 grown Drow combined)sitting in the upper portion of the Web.This is the Oracle of the Crossroads, where the Drow of the City come to hear redes of Fortune or Doom,depending on what the Spider-Goddess has in store for them. Near at hand stands a Priestess, known to Enraela and Gentaria; She is Uncrantill, of House Ullreath. As well, there is a group of Drow standing nearby, 5 in total.The group wears the Livery of House Cessulli. One, an older male, nods and two female guards push forward a struggling figure that had been unseen between them. The figure of a derro. it's pale blue skin glowing in the fungal light, bound and gagged. The Guards hold it tightly, and another cuts it's bonds and gag. Immediately, the Derro starts screaming and cursing in it's coarse tongue at them. The Priestess nods and the guards move forward, throwing the Derro into the Web.

For a brief moment, nothing happens, then the Spider, moving with a speed that boggles the mind, rushes forward and gingerly extends a rearleg, having first touched it's abdomen to secure a filament of ropelike webbing. touching the web to the Derro, almost lovingly, the Spider graps the Web above the creature with 4 of it's legs, using its forelegs to position the part of the web that the Derro is caught upon and it's rear legs to begin spinning the hapless creature around and around, slowly covering it with an ever increasing blanket of filament.
The features of the Derro become obscured, as does it's screaming, though you can still hear it's muffled cries somewhat. When it is nearly covered, the Spider leans forward, sinking Her fangs into the body of the Derro. A few seconds later, the Spider moves away from the Derro, content to wait for Her venom begin the work of reducing the unfortunate creature to a more palitable state.

The Priestess watches, then turns to the Group, satisfied. Nodding, she becons the old male close and whispers something into his ear. The Male steps back, nodding and then turns and leads his procession away.

The path awaits leading to the River.

Edited for Spelling.

 

[Dalamar]

"Impressive..."
Arngen decides he doesn't want to get too close to the spider web.

 

[Caliber]

It is too bad, Wesellu thinks to himself, that the effects of the Oracle's poison is obscured by her webbing. I would greatly have liked to see what it did to that Derro.

Shrugging in acknowledgement of a lost chance for knowledge, Wesellu watches Enraela and Gentaria, knowing it is they the Priestess ahead likely wishes to speak to.

OOC: Sorry about not posting earlier. Been a little bit busier than I expected. Everything should be under control now though.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Enraela steps forward slightly to just behind Vitrene. Her lips barely touch his ear, body and breath brushing him briefly while she whispered mockingly, "Wish you were such a fortunate creature, dear cousin, that you would leave the world as such an offering instead of as the sniveling weakling that you really are."

As she speaks, she moves past him, her lavender eyes holding his gaze until she turns her head and moves toward the Priestess Uncrantill to pay the proper respect to a fellow priestess of the spider goddess.

"Greetings, Priestess Uncrantill," Enraela speaks in that soft cool voice of hers that ripples from her tongue like clear cold water in a stoney brook.

 

[Krizzel]

Grolvus makes a sign of protection, and then one of deference to the Spider Queen. The derro's was a nasty fate, and service to the drow and their goddess was one of the only ways to avoid it. Or at least that was what the bugbear hoped. Wanting to stay out of the way of the priestesses, he started taking a look around the crossroads, scouting out the area and looking for any clues about who - or what - might be around.