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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 1170248" data-attributes="member: 10820">The rest of the group had moved off down the corridor. They were out of earshot when Naria stepped into the guardroom. A simple glamour had her appearance shifted to that of a follower of Lolth. Thin spiderweb designs covered her slender shoulders and arms, wrapping down around the base of her fingers. Her torso was covered by tight black leather, with a white spider etched into it. Loose layers of cloth flowed down around her waist, letting her legs move freely as she walked. Her feet were encased in high black leather boots that came up past her knee. Glimpses of bare black thigh flashed between the layers of her skirt as she strode toward the woman chained to the wall.Will had seen her when his arcane eye had explored the area. He was not sure if she was alive, but suspected she was, otherwise, why the guards? He had approached Naria with the idea to disguise herself as a worshipper of Lolth, in order to gain the trust of this woman. Naria just hoped that she was indeed a follower of Lolth, or the whole ruse would be for nothing.Naria let all expression slide from her face and placed a pair of fingers under the prisoner’s chin. She lifted the prisoner’s head to look her in the eyes, studying to see if there was any life in her eyes at all. “Do you live?”The prisoner shuddered, and her eyes seemed to come into focus. She quickly scanned the area and then studied Naria. “By Lolth, its true… free me, arm me, and I will aid you in the fight!”Naria smiled and drew back, shaking her head, “No… you could be under their control.”The prisoner yanked at her chains, “I swear I am not. Give me a blade and I’ll gut every last one of the banshee’s followers!” “Easy… what’s your name?” Naria pulled her water skin out and offered it up to the prisoner’s lips. After the prisoner had taken a few long gulps of the water, she pulled back and answered, “Dessa Sik-Morcane, priestess of Lolth… release me and I will bring her fury to the banshee cult with a vengence.” Again she yanked on the chains. Naria saw little trickles of blood from her wrists. She was strong, but the chains were stronger. She just might really hurt herself trying to escape.“Sik-Morcane? Married into power?” She studied the Lolth priestess. She had asked for a sword, she was more than just a priestess of Lolth, no her frame was too rugid, her bearing was not noble, but the strength of her will was obvious. She was probably an accomplished warrior. Perhaps it was for that reason that she had not yet been but beneath the knife of whoever had created the flayed quth-maren that they had been fighting so far.Dessa nodded quickly, “It was the fastest way to get into the priesthood.” Naria nodded, often lesser-born drow were not accepted into the priesthood, so many ambitious non-noble drow females married into minor noble families just for the honor of attending the priesthood. Dessa started looking around. “Where are the guards… your people… they killed them.” She sniffed, “I saw them… surface dwellers… why?”Naria cut her off. “Mercenaries… are forces are spread thin. Our coin spends well in surface cities.” Naria hoped the ruse would work. To cement it, she changed the subject. “How many cultists are there? How many are in the inner sanctum?”Dessa shrugged, “I do not know… they were few, but powerful… I saw three priestesses, and… a dark warrior. He was strong, and had a displacer beast with him. I don’t know where the beast came from, but the two of them were all over me, there was nothing I could do. Now, release me so that I might aid you.”Naria shook her head, “No… you are too weak and would take too much healing to be anything but a liability to us. I’ll be back for you.”The woman seemed to snap, she yanked hard at the chains and yelled out, “Stupid whore! Release me this instant! Release me, I demand my vengence! Release-“Naria smashed her knee into the enraged warrior’s temple. Her eyes rolled back in her head, then snapped forward. “I said, release me! Fool!”The sorceress shook her head and growled, “Go… down!” She slammed her fist and knee into the warrior’s head again and again till finally Dessa slumped to the ground, hanging from the manacles, her wrists bleeding along with her nose and lips.Naria cursed softly and turned to walk away. She shook her right hand, trying to get feeling back into them. She looked down at the spattering of blood on her illusionary clothes. The anger, the fighting, the clothes, the charade was all hitting way to close to home. She quickly dispelled the image and tried to recompose herself. She strode up to the group, where they waited just around the corner. Will stepped forward, “Well?”Naria reported what she was told. “At least three priestesses, a dark warrior of some sort, and a displacer beast. The warrior and his beast are what took her out of the battle for the temple.”Delorian spoke up, “We have some displacer beasts in the City. They are hard to train, but those that survive the process are highly prized by my people for their hunting and guarding ability.”Marcus looked around, “Just three priestesses? I thought this was a big cult?”Mytrym shook his head, “I think this may just be a small part of greater evil.”Plickit cocked his head to one side. “Lets do it-tck.”Kalan looked between them all. “Careful my new found friends I sense much evil here. These four you seek are indeed powerful if they are the cause.”</blockquote>

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