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The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

15 Flamerule 375. Midsummer, to the surfacers.

Narbondel, the glowing pillar of rock that marked each passing day in Menzoberranzan, was burning bright at its center, another fine day in House Kewadin. The stalagmite you call home hangs high over the Bazaar giving the whole of the house a spectacular view of the city. The din of the Bazarr was mercifully muted inside a bubble of magic, but that didn't stop one from seeing the seething masses below selling and buying. If you stared long enough they seemed to turn into a many tentacled beast writhing on the cavern floor. And the vision wasn't too far removed from the truth.

Above, the gates of the House are busy with trade as well, though nowhere near the scale of the Bazaar. The house's main trade was skilled labor and spellcasting services, both of which were in high demand due to a new project ordered by House Banre in Tier Breche. Some new improvement to Arach-Tinilith in the honor of Lolth, no doubt. Today was special, however. For once, the whole family was home, and the family drama was in full swing.

Matron Vantgree Kewadin was re-asserting her control over her elder daughters Neithe and Severance, and everyone was feeling the Rothe dung roll downhill. Three nobody guards had been summarily roasted by the priestesses' holy flame already today. The slaves were skittish. If the guards were dropping like flies who knew who would wake up tomorrow and who wouldn't?

Please introduce yourselves and describe what you will be doing today, the day of the Kewadin family reunion.


hp 24/24; AC (21, 14, 17) 17 t14 f13; f 4, r 5, w 3; bab 2, melee 6, ranged 6; cmb 2, cmd 16; sr 14; ap 5/5 drow noble magus/3
skills:
acro 5, fly 10, know arcane 10, know dungeon 8, know nobil 5, perc 5, perf dance 1, splcrft 10, stlth 4

Today would be a day that Azzra'el would prefer to spend wandering the bazaar, rather than be cooped up with the family. But in deference to his wife, he opted to stay in the House today and play the submissive husband for the benefit of spying eyes.

While wife and daughters prepared themselves for family shenanigans, he dressed himself in his finest clothes in readiness for making an entrance later. He advised one of the family servants of his intended location before leaving, then he slipped out of the familial quarters for a bit to observe the goings and comings at the gates. He watched and listened to the wheelings and dealings going on there, making note of who came and went and who they had converse with.

All the while, he waited for the inevitable summons to return so he could play the dutiful husband.


HP 11/27 | AC 17/13/14 | CMD 16 | Fort +3, Ref +8, Will +9 | SR 10 | Init +3 | Per +10; Darkvision 120' | Active Effects:

Saeras hadn't felt so alive in weeks! The annoying old fart that used to annoy him at the door was just a sprinkle of dust that he directed the servants to quickly dispose of. Change. ~Clear away the old, in with the new~! He almost felt like laughing in mirth, but restrained himself as he preferred his current corporeal form to the more intangible one of old guard Ixmir.

[Common]"Do not worry, you will only be burned alive if you mess up!"[/Common] he reminded the two underlings performing the scrubbing. He allowed himself a cruel laugh and added. [Common]"...Or annoy someone, or if you are in the way ... Better hurry up! And do it right yeah?"[/Common]

When they redoubled their efforts Saeras leant back and inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, tainted by only a small trace amount of Ixmir. Yes! He could really feel the chaos hanging thick over House Kewadin; there might soon be some vacant positions a bit higher up he reckoned.

Truly, what a wondrous day!

Before the slaves were done he spotted someone else that also seemed dressed up for the occation; Rifana's husband Azzra'el. He hadn't decided what he thought about the meek man just yet, but he was nobility after all so Saeras presented himself in a small bow and flourished his feathered hat in a salute. And as Azzra'el was not that much higher in the social ladder then him, Saeras addressed him with a nod and twirled with his cane, pointing to the shrinking pile of ash.

"Come to say your goodbyes to old Ixmir?" he chuckled and then quickly berated the servants to work faster in the crude surfacer 'language'. "Or merely enjoying a few moments of peace? Yeah, things will do doubt be interesting tonight I reckon!"


HP 22 l AC 15/T 14/FF 12 l Fort +4/Ref +5/Will +7 l Init +7 l Perc +13

Vicalan walked over the edge of one of the highest balconies on the house, the mages were accorded some of the best accommodations even among the house elite. He let his wings open and glided to a lower level. Landing among a pair of drow with ease and a gust of air as his wings folded into a cloak. He bowed low regardless of their station.

"Apologies for the disturbance. I am Vicalan, to who do I have the pleasure of intruding upon?"

Later that day, below. Could not resist, this scene just kept popping up in my head. :)

Vicalan strolled down the hall in position with the other mages of the house, not at the back with the novices yet nether at the front with the masters. House Wizard Nopos Kewadin was the first son of the matron and a wizard of no small power, evidence of that fact clearly shown this day. For Nopos was seated upon a throne of polished black marble that hovered above the floor as it slowly glided forward by his command towards their destination. Leading the lesser mages of the house along in three neat rows behind him. Most of the mages and any among the house with any wisdom knew that the throne was in fact a stone golem of Nopos' creation and design. It was more then a symbol of his power or guardian, for the golem was also a storehouse for Nopos. A portable armory for the cunning eldest boy of the house capable of bring all the houses most potent magical resources to bare. He spared a hint of a smile at the thought of a thief, none had survived the attempt. Mostly foolish apprentices who sought some magical trinket, the lucky ones fell to the wards before the golem showed itself. He pushed the thought away, they were approaching the audience chamber.

Nopos took a respectful but still distinct seat among the houses elite. Never so much as rising from his throne unless it was at the behest of his mother. A subtle yet pointed reminder to his siblings of his position and support, one that was not lost on his sisters. As for Vicalan and the other mages, they sat with the other lesser members of the house yet remained among their own. Claiming an entire section for themselves, their dark robes a blot among the crowd. Not mingling with any others as Nopos had ordered, the eldest son wanted to present a structured and orderly front to the matron as well as the rest of the house. The gesture was not lost on Vicalan, Nopos wanted to make it clear that the house mages were his and his alone.

Vicalan for his part went along, their was nothing to be gained by doing otherwise. Yet unlike his fellows he did not busy himself with idle gossip or introspection. He kept a careful eye out, for their was not likely to be another chance to see the entire house. He would observe and learn, not only of the nobles but of all the houses agents and members.


hp 24/24; AC (21, 14, 17) 17 t14 f13; f 4, r 5, w 3; bab 2, melee 6, ranged 6; cmb 2, cmd 16; sr 14; ap 5/5 drow noble magus/3
skills:
acro 5, fly 10, know arcane 10, know dungeon 8, know nobil 5, perc 5, perf dance 1, splcrft 10, stlth 4

Azzra'el lofts a single brow at the attention from Saeras... then gives him a slight nod to acknowledge him. He walks over to examine the ashes for a moment. "Ixmir, eh?" he questions as if he might have heard of him, as in fact he had, having spent some time guarding the House before his marriage. He doesn't ask the guard's indiscretion or wrongdoing if he had even made one, as in the long run, it matters not. Dead is dead.

"Peace." He chuckles wryly. "Fascinating concept, rare commodity... and to say tonight will be interesting is an understatement." What's it to this one, to know or care what the family will be up to tonight? He shrugs slightly. power-hungry status seeker. Perhaps he'll even climb a rung or two tonight, for who know who'll survive the reunion.

"Take caution where you will, this will be a night of chaos." And with that word of advice, he goes back to watching the doings at the gates... though he doesn't leave quite yet, not having been summoned.


hp 24/24; AC (21, 14, 17) 17 t14 f13; f 4, r 5, w 3; bab 2, melee 6, ranged 6; cmb 2, cmd 16; sr 14; ap 5/5 drow noble magus/3
skills:
acro 5, fly 10, know arcane 10, know dungeon 8, know nobil 5, perc 5, perf dance 1, splcrft 10, stlth 4

When Vicalan glides down, he lofts another brow... he'd heard of the fellow... who hadn't in this House of rumors. Half drow, half dragon, and sent from House Sshamath to study magics. He nods as the fellow, while not noble, was deserving of some respect for his talents alone, and Azzra'el had great respect for other arcane casters. "Well met, Vicalan. I am Azzra'el Kewadin, and no intrusion... we were just... chatting about tonight. I assume as a member of the Academie, you will be in attendance?"


Male Drow Fighter 3 / Wizard 1 HP: 18/26 AC 18 | FF 14 | TCH 14 Perception: +5 Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +3

Two parts rothe lard boiled down and skimmed, a drop of foul flume mushroom extract and the essence of death crab oil....

He thought to himself carefully mixing the ingrediants together whisking them in the smooth obsidian bowl over and over again. The head mistress of the lab was away, Malaynay had no doubt been responsible for the accident that killed his mother in these very same labs all those years ago.

Good riddance

He thought adding a tiny amount of guayaca bean extract to the goopy mess. He had never been particular fond of his mother, just as she had not been fond of him. He had been a terrible disapointment to her, with being male and all. He had been a terrible disapointment to his father as well, another dead soul Mourn'draxil could care less about. What he did care about, was that this creme come out perfect.

He wasnt sure which noble priestess required the lotion to keep her skin smooth and soft, nor did he care. . . what he did care was that he not be punished for it not working as it should.

He closed his eyes and focused for a moment channeling just a small amount of arcane energies into the mixture until it became a milky white fluid and smiled, going back to his stirring. It took a second clearing of the throat before he recognized it as what it was.

Zinafae. . . His shoulders managed to just slump enough to not be noticed. She was a high captain in the guard, and for the last year had been using him to pleasure her on her whims. It was far more enjoyable now then it had been at first... she like to cause pain during her couplings.. though that lessoned as the time went on, when she decided he no longer needed the motivations to please her. She stood waiting somewhat patiently on the steps at the entrance to the laboratory buried deep within the house.

No one, not even matron mothers or the angriest priestess was...recklassly negligent in this room. The wrong chemicals mixing together could cause an explosion, the wrong agents reacting a poison, It was another postitive on his side that he understood what most of the things did. So he made a show of carefully setting his work down, and keeping the ingrediants seperated. Once it looked safe he moved with all haste as a good male should and knelt before her.

A dosst k'alfion obok sut'rinos?
By your direction high commander?

He began, well aware his ... query was for one above her station. He could see the subtle shift up of the corner of her lips and made a mental note. It pleased her to be called such.

Undrasill has been immolated for not moving quickly enough, you will take his place immediately.

She ordered and he could only nod. He rose to move to gather his gear immediately, though the sudden violent grasp of the guard officer suddenly thrusting him back against the wall followed by her hungry kiss was nothing he could wisely stop. Not even when she bit his lower lip enough to draw blood.

Step carefully *jivvin ste'kol* your betters are angry today.

She warned him laughing as he wiped his mouth and still hurried to gather his armor and gear and get to the main hall as fast as possible.

*Play toy* but more specifically something to amusingly cruel to as you play with it*


HP 22 l AC 15/T 14/FF 12 l Fort +4/Ref +5/Will +7 l Init +7 l Perc +13

Vicalan seems to stare at Azzra'el for a moment before responding, his black eyes no doubt another oddity yet less direct to his blood.

"I do as Lord Nopos orders. Considering all things I doubt anyone having to do with House Kewadin will not be in attendance. Absence could be lethal if you know my meaning."


Male Active Conditions: Human (Aasimar) Monk / Rogue (Acrobat Dedication) 13

The blue sky just began to show signs of an early evening. The cool caress of the wanton wind rustled the loose cloak carelessly. The evening stirrings of waking rodents and critters of the fields announced an eventful night to come.
Nathaniel the Bull stretched. The labor-hardened muscles along his arms, back ,and legs grow taunt. A strong crack along his body thundered into the fall air.
This is all I need!, the half-orc breathed easily to the world.

Nathaniel's face is splashed with ice-cold water (he hoped!). Laying stretched out between four stalagmites, his aching body bruised and battered from constant beatings, Nathaniel returns to his presence.

Why he wakes. Makes this even more...exhilarating!, comes a seductively husky female voice.

Nathaniel the Bull feels the bite of her whip; again...


hp 24/24; AC (21, 14, 17) 17 t14 f13; f 4, r 5, w 3; bab 2, melee 6, ranged 6; cmb 2, cmd 16; sr 14; ap 5/5 drow noble magus/3
skills:
acro 5, fly 10, know arcane 10, know dungeon 8, know nobil 5, perc 5, perf dance 1, splcrft 10, stlth 4

At Vicalan's mention of Lord Nopos, Azzra'el was reminded of his own years in the Academie and shuddered slightly. He learned much, but they were not years he looked back on favorably. "Aye, the slight of not attending would be a sin not easily overlooked. and there well may be more piles of ash before the reunion is over." He smirks, his red-violet eyes flashing for a moment.


Male Dhampir Barbarian 2/ Monk(Martial Artist) 1 | AC 13/11/10 | HP (10)4/(31)| F +8, R +4, W +6 | CMB +7, CMD 23 | Init +2 | Perc +10;Low-light Vision; Darkvision; Light Sensitivity

Calas wandered the halls of the family home, doing his best to stay out of his mother's way. Something had upset her today, and he wanted nothing to do with it. His brother was also in attendance today, and those meetings were never pleasant.

If only he'd forget about it. After all, he did live. Even if I barely left him with any blood.

He walked for a bit more as he thought of different ways he could dispose of his brother without too much incident. It wasn't till he had nearly run into a small gathering on the lower levels did he pull himself back to the present. A quick pivot stopped him from running into his brother Azzra'el.

"Hello esteemed family member and..." Calas gave a quick look over the rest of the group, then to the blackened mark on the ground. "company.

Azzra'el and the slave master he recognized, but he wasn't as familiar with the last. He looked drow, but something seemed off.

I'll have to talk to that one later

"I take it we're discussing the current intrigues already?"


hp 24/24; AC (21, 14, 17) 17 t14 f13; f 4, r 5, w 3; bab 2, melee 6, ranged 6; cmb 2, cmd 16; sr 14; ap 5/5 drow noble magus/3
skills:
acro 5, fly 10, know arcane 10, know dungeon 8, know nobil 5, perc 5, perf dance 1, splcrft 10, stlth 4

"Brother," he said coldly, for there was little warmth between the two. Their shared mistreatments at the hands of their mother were their only real bond. "What other topic of interest might there be on such a night? Actually we were just bemoaning the loss of a valued House guard," he says with exaggerated sarcasm.

"So what brings you to the gates at such a time, Calas?"


Male Dhampir Barbarian 2/ Monk(Martial Artist) 1 | AC 13/11/10 | HP (10)4/(31)| F +8, R +4, W +6 | CMB +7, CMD 23 | Init +2 | Perc +10;Low-light Vision; Darkvision; Light Sensitivity

"No need for such hostility brother. We're family after all." Calas said with a toothy grin. "And Mother's in a horrible mood. Doing my best to stay out of her and our sister's sights. Decided to wander the grounds to make it harder to find me."

Then, looking at the others."And you? Hiding as well?"


hp 24/24; AC (21, 14, 17) 17 t14 f13; f 4, r 5, w 3; bab 2, melee 6, ranged 6; cmb 2, cmd 16; sr 14; ap 5/5 drow noble magus/3
skills:
acro 5, fly 10, know arcane 10, know dungeon 8, know nobil 5, perc 5, perf dance 1, splcrft 10, stlth 4

"That's not a mood, that's a constant. But aye, I'm staying out of Rifana's way until my presence is required... she is busy preparing for tonight and I had no desire to be in her sights."


Draegloth (Unique Half Drow/Half Demon) 4th Level Monster (Draegloth)| HP 27/39 | Speed 30ft | AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (CMD 20) | Fort +7 : Ref +4 : Will +4 | Init +4, Perception +6; Darkvision 60ft | Active conditions:

At this point, through the front gates, strolls the family's half-drow monstrosity: Hakk'Viddaro Kewadin.
Nearly seven feet tall and still growing, the gray-skinned half-demon shoves his way inside and gives all
his family members his best 'smile' and hisses through his fanged maw at the group just inside the door.

"Move! Family dayssss. Musssst be on time or losssse another toe to Matron."

Running his over-large taloned hands though his ragged tufts of long white hair, he turns and seems to look serious,
drool dripping from his muzzle. His smaller pair of delicate hands located just under his chest, gesture in a
manner not unlike a normal drow child.

"Look good do I 'pear Coussssin Calasssssss? Can't be bloo...dirty for the Matronsssss family daysss?"

Looking at the scorch mark on the floor suddenly, Hakk leans down close to it and seems to run his long thin tongue over
the scorch mark and ash. Standing suddenly and smiling Hakk points at the mark.

"Matron havingssss a good day already! Guard Farlom? Yesssss?"

Note; Hakk can speak normally. He just likes to hiss through his teeth as he talks because he knows it unnerves other people.


HP 11/27 | AC 17/13/14 | CMD 16 | Fort +3, Ref +8, Will +9 | SR 10 | Init +3 | Per +10; Darkvision 120' | Active Effects:

With another graceful bow Saeras introduced himself to the gliding newcomer. Courtesy should be respected and returned in kind! Especially from those above...

"Saeras Illthyr, at your service." the taskmaster smiled, then let the highborn gossip among them selves for a while - he had no interest in getting tangled up in the business of house Kewadin's sons. But we'll see after tonight; whom is in favour and whom is not. And who lives... But he stayed within an arms reach - he had slaves to oversee after all. And gossip, while often mundane, could contain a nugget of gold here and there.

When Hakk arrives Saeras is in prime position go glide out of the way with a courteous bow. And, with a small frown at the drool dripping on the newly scrubbed floor, he considered tasking one of the two servants to follow Hakk around with a mop. An amusing thought, even if the gesture may not be appreciated. Instead he subtly snuck a handkerchief into the hands of Calas.

"Most impressive sense of taste my lord." Saeras praised the half-demon-drow.


Draegloth (Unique Half Drow/Half Demon) 4th Level Monster (Draegloth)| HP 27/39 | Speed 30ft | AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (CMD 20) | Fort +7 : Ref +4 : Will +4 | Init +4, Perception +6; Darkvision 60ft | Active conditions:
Saeras Illthyr wrote:


"Most impressive sense of taste my lord." Saeras praised the half-demon-drow.

Looking at the taskmaster, Hakk coughed up a laugh. Or maybe it was a hairball...? Then pats the Drow man on the head with an single talon. Then leans in close to his face.

"HA! Yesssss. Many thankssss. Saerasss issss good little sssservant.... Yessss??? My mother SSSSSeverance sssaysssss ssssssso."

Hakk then turns away and walks toward the first ramp to the upper levels, leaving Saeras alone with his face covered in fine spittle.


hp 24/24; AC (21, 14, 17) 17 t14 f13; f 4, r 5, w 3; bab 2, melee 6, ranged 6; cmb 2, cmd 16; sr 14; ap 5/5 drow noble magus/3
skills:
acro 5, fly 10, know arcane 10, know dungeon 8, know nobil 5, perc 5, perf dance 1, splcrft 10, stlth 4

"Greetings, Cousin Hakk... and it was Ixmir, not Farlom... though I heard there was at least one more to share his fate, I know not who it might have been. You look fine for an audience with Grandm.. with the Matron later. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you."


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!
Nathaniel the Bull wrote:

The blue sky just began to show signs of an early evening. The cool caress of the wanton wind rustled the loose cloak carelessly. The evening stirrings of waking rodents and critters of the fields announced an eventful night to come.

Nathaniel the Bull stretched. The labor-hardened muscles along his arms, back ,and legs grow taunt. A strong crack along his body thundered into the fall air.
This is all I need!, the half-orc breathed easily to the world.

Nathaniel's face is splashed with ice-cold water (he hoped!). Laying stretched out between four stalagmites, his aching body bruised and battered from constant beatings, Nathaniel returns to his presence.

Why he wakes. Makes this even more...exhilarating!, comes a seductively husky female voice.

Nathaniel the Bull feels the bite of her whip; again...

And it is a bite. Severence Kewadin wields a whip of special make, and one of only two of it's kind. The lashes actually become living snakes on a strike, and Nathaniel feels their sting for the thousandth time.

Get up, worm! My armor will not don itself! She commands.


HP 11/27 | AC 17/13/14 | CMD 16 | Fort +3, Ref +8, Will +9 | SR 10 | Init +3 | Per +10; Darkvision 120' | Active Effects:

Hmm. Saeras absorbs this new nugget of information along with the feeling of sticky bodily fluids clinging to his face. He kept his visage carefully appreciative until the drooly thing had moved out of sight then shrugged in disgust. Manners! He lacks them. Hmph. With a swift gesture he willed the offending spit away and returned to his task, for now.


Male Drow Fighter 3 / Wizard 1 HP: 18/26 AC 18 | FF 14 | TCH 14 Perception: +5 Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +3

He was in a hurry to make it to his suddenly needed post when he heard the voices of the two drow and... He managed to not shudder. While the Draegloth was indeed said to be a blessing of Lloth the Demonic 'drow' creature gave him the creeps. . . .and not in the good way. He quietly altered his path to give the assembled bodys a decently wide berth.

He certainly for the most part looked like any other house guard as long as one didnt notice the heavy and large device slung over his shoulder. The automatic crossbow was something Mourn'draxil kept in better upkeep and repair than even himself at times. And while he was just one of the 'elite' guards It certainly marked him out. . . usually. He of course recognized Azzra'el. He had been an officer in the guard before his marraige, though he was of noble birth. The slave master he knew as well, though more by reputation than actualy first hand experiance, but he knew the man while looking dandyish was far more than he seemed.


Male Dhampir Barbarian 2/ Monk(Martial Artist) 1 | AC 13/11/10 | HP (10)4/(31)| F +8, R +4, W +6 | CMB +7, CMD 23 | Init +2 | Perc +10;Low-light Vision; Darkvision; Light Sensitivity

Calas smiled up at the drooling visage of his cousin.

"Yes Cousin, you look lovely. Dashing even!"

Then, once Hakk'Viddaro had turned away, he took advantage of the handkerchief that Saeras had provided before passing it back. He nodded to him in appreciation.

"If Hakk is in a hurry then I better move too." Calas said to the others. "I don't want to lose a toe after all."

Calas smiled at his own minor joke before moving off to catch up with Hakk'Viddaro. While Hakk had some prestige as Lolth's chosen, Calas liked to think they had a certain kinship of sorts. They were cousins and both half-breeds after all. Of course, he wasn't quite sure Hakk felt the same way. Either way, he couldn't dodge the females all day. Better to show up with the favorite than late, or not at all.


hp 24/24; AC (21, 14, 17) 17 t14 f13; f 4, r 5, w 3; bab 2, melee 6, ranged 6; cmb 2, cmd 16; sr 14; ap 5/5 drow noble magus/3
skills:
acro 5, fly 10, know arcane 10, know dungeon 8, know nobil 5, perc 5, perf dance 1, splcrft 10, stlth 4

"Later then, Calas..." Azzra'el says before turning his back on those gathered and walking away himself... True he didn't want to be around his wife and daughters any more than he needed to be, but perhaps waiting to be summoned, rather than appearing on his own, would bring its own punishments. He headed home, but not particularly swiftly.


Female Drow Investigator 3 ■ HP 21/21 | AC 17 (T 11, FF 14) CMD 15 | Init+3, Perception+6, Fort+2 Ref+6 Will+2 ■ Insp. 3/4, Extracts 2/3

In the corridor outside the Matron's chamber, Vantrag paces quietly back and forth. She would appear to be on guard as she waits to be summoned into an audience, although someone who knew her might be able to guess that she is actually trying to calm her nerves slightly. Appearing formally before her mother is never an easy experience, even if she is one of the family's noble daughters. Already, the previous day, the Matron requested a brief private meeting with her children. Vantrag had spent most of it quietly standing in the back, eyes demurely cast down, and trying not to disturb the temper of her priestess sisters.

A noise at one end of the hall alerts her to the approach of some other family members. Calas - her nephew, but they were quite close in age and had spent time together as youths. She had always rather liked the affable half-vampire, his forthright nature made him an enjoyable companion. Her other half-blooded nephew, Hakk'Vidaro, she was much less pleased to see. The draegloth was too blunt and bloodthirsty for her tastes (and though she wouldn't admit it, she still found the idea that her sister had lain with a demon rather... distasteful).

Then there was another individual, not a blood relative but currently staying with the house. Vantrag had not yet had the opportunity to meet the half-dragon mage, but had certainly heard whispers about his unusual heritage and his origin. He was certainly someone to keep an eye on.

Vantrag greets the group of males with a polite nod as they approach.


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

As the afternoon goes on, the house guard goes on high alert and the the formal service to Lolth and ceremonies required of the gathering approach.


hp 24/24; AC (21, 14, 17) 17 t14 f13; f 4, r 5, w 3; bab 2, melee 6, ranged 6; cmb 2, cmd 16; sr 14; ap 5/5 drow noble magus/3
skills:
acro 5, fly 10, know arcane 10, know dungeon 8, know nobil 5, perc 5, perf dance 1, splcrft 10, stlth 4

Already dressed in his finest for the affair, Azzra'el returns to his family quarters to reunite with wife and daughters. When all are ready, the family heads over to the formal hall where the event(s) are scheduled to take place. He plays the dutiful husband role to perfection, doting on wife and daughters. Only his wife knows this is mostly an act and something the two have as an agreement between them. When they arrive outside the doors, he nods to his aunt in greeting. "Always a pleasure, Vantrag... Calas, Hakk, good to see you both again."


HP 11/27 | AC 17/13/14 | CMD 16 | Fort +3, Ref +8, Will +9 | SR 10 | Init +3 | Per +10; Darkvision 120' | Active Effects:

Saeras watches passively as both the stain and the company start to disappear. It is soon time I reckon. With a twirl of his cane the focused on the stain, removing it completely with Prestidigitation.

[Common]"You are dreadfully inadequate today, do you know that?"[/Common] he sighed as the servants meekly got up and stood in attention. With feinted weariness he instructed [Common]"Be ready with the big mop once the spectacle starts, just in case. That is all for now."[/Common]

With another twirl of his cane he turned to leave, but halted himself and fired off one last order before heading to the ceremony. [Common]"Oh, and put the ashes in a jar or something."[/Common] Maybe the hag wants to undo her little disappearing act? Eh, probably not, but it doesn't hurt.

But now! To the circus! he grinned and hummed a happy tune softly to himself. One way or another, things were bound to get interesting tonight!
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Saeras will arrive on time (fashionably late had a nasty habit of turning into unfashionably dead lately!), dressed and cleaned in his best outfit. As he is not yet married he will arrive alone, even if getting a servant or even his sister to go with him was tempting. Handy to have a distraction to ditch if one would need to make a run for it ...


Male Dhampir Barbarian 2/ Monk(Martial Artist) 1 | AC 13/11/10 | HP (10)4/(31)| F +8, R +4, W +6 | CMB +7, CMD 23 | Init +2 | Perc +10;Low-light Vision; Darkvision; Light Sensitivity

Calas performs an exagerated bow to his aunt and wiggles his fingers at Saeras in a polite wave.

"Hello auntie. How is grandma? She about ready for the festivities? If not, we may be late to our own party."


Male Active Conditions: Human (Aasimar) Monk / Rogue (Acrobat Dedication) 13

Nathaniel suppresses a wince as he dutifully gains his (slightly) wobbly legs.

Bowing from the waist; forehead encroaching on the ground's personal space, Nathaniel skillfully dons his mistresses armor.

Drow! How does these things happen? Better chance down in the mines!


HP 22 l AC 15/T 14/FF 12 l Fort +4/Ref +5/Will +7 l Init +7 l Perc +13

Vicalan remained silent but observant of the interactions that played before him and those assembled. He noted the dandy's slip, he was ether unskilled in deception or foolish enough to drop it. He kept that in mind as everyone went their own way, without so much as a farewell among some. Another measure to be taken of them and stored away with in his mental vault of knowledge. He continued to stroll about, the mages would not need to be gathered for a time.

He heard the crack of a whip near by, not uncommon but in the current climate it should have been followed by a death rattle. Time was not to be wasted by the nobles or servants alike, few had the position that the formal mages enjoyed and none were so blunt in their punishments. He shortly came upon the scene of Severence Kewadin having ceremonial armor being placed upon herby a half orc a whip in her hand. In a moment he theorized the whole affair, the half orc was a favored toy and even now she found an excuse to play. As a rule he found such clumsy cruelty distasteful to be put mildly. She should have had any servant with in distance of her quarters do the deed, not seek out a specific one out of the house.

"Mistress Severence, time is sort for the gathering. I would suggest you find a more attentive servant. I was just excused by some of your noble and far flung kin. They seemed quite eager to take their places."

The female rounded on him half raising her whip at him. Only his calm voice, void of any disrespect or challenge, along with his uniform robes marking him as a mage of the house stayed her hand. She seemed to think on striking him still, he took the chance to bring a hand to stroke the side of his face as if to brush away something. The gesture brought his gloved claws into plain view. Something he normally kept below a cloak or his wings among others as much as possible. Still it was enough to get his point across, Severence was no fool. Striking a mage unprovoked without cause was a dangerous gamble in the house, not only for the mage's power but also the wrath of their master. Striking a mage with the blood of something like a demon or in his case a dragon, was a fool's dangerous gamble. She lowered her whip and scooped up her armor while spitting upon the half orc, twirling around to leave. Her step was not easy, it appeared she heeded his warning after all.

Looking upon the half orc he showed no pity, yet he saw the marks not of punishment but of life. Hard muscles beyond what was granted by virtue of his blood alone. As well as alert eyes that did not speak of dim thoughts or slow understanding. Hardly a useless slave, it was pointless to break such a thing and a waste to attempt it.

"You should return to your duties, today is not a day where you will live through any genuine provocation."

Edited for Nathen's ninja. :)


Male Active Conditions: Human (Aasimar) Monk / Rogue (Acrobat Dedication) 13

Nathaniel absently relaxes as his mistress begins to walk away.

He stares at the drow? and dragon? Someone is really f@#$ing with me! for a moment before lowing his ice blue eyes to the familiar ground.

Yes, milord.

Nathaniel then gathers any remaining items of his mistress before departing as well.


Male Human Sorcerer 9(Div)

Several hours before the reunion

Phaenox sat enjoying a light meal with his two older siblings. The trio was unlike many in the City of Spiders as they had more of a friendly rivalry than anything else. Which likely stemmed from their parents being murdered when they were all children and thus forcing them to rely on each other in order to survive.

While they chatted, their aunt Asa strode in and the three hushed. "Tajila, you're to escort me to the reunion. Xar, you and Phaenox are on guard duty. Xar, the Matron requests that you serve inside the hall, while Phae is to roam the hall and the corridors. You're all to depart within the hour."

The meal was finished in silence, as the siblings each began mental preparations for their upcoming assignments.

Phae gears up, says a small prayer to Lolth, and leaves for the reunion.

At the hall

Phaenox rounds the corner, and sees the small group that includes his on again/off again lover Vantrag. The inquisitor bows respectfully to her, and nods to the men gathered.


hp 24/24; AC (21, 14, 17) 17 t14 f13; f 4, r 5, w 3; bab 2, melee 6, ranged 6; cmb 2, cmd 16; sr 14; ap 5/5 drow noble magus/3
skills:
acro 5, fly 10, know arcane 10, know dungeon 8, know nobil 5, perc 5, perf dance 1, splcrft 10, stlth 4

Azzra'el acknowledges Phaenox with a slight nod of his own, gives the fellow a tiny hint of a smile in greeting as well, then turns his attention back to family gathered outside the hall. He doesn't want to miss anything important.


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

You may now work your way into/through this scene.

You enter the main hall of House Kewadin, a kind of stadium in the stone. Tiered seats spiral downward toward a dias at the very bottom with three seats for the Matron and her two eldest daughters, all high priestesses of Lolth. Think of several offset spiral staircases shaped vaguely like a shallow funnel with a stage at the bottom. Luminecent fungus line the ceiling and walls giving enough light to see clearly, but not enough to cast shadows of any kind. The mages take their place on the right, the visitors on the left. Females in front, males in the middle, attending slaves in the back, as was proper. All told there are probably 300 souls, 25 nobles, around 100 drow, and the rest slaves, in attendance.
The ceremony starts with Neithe and Severance ascending the dias at the far end of spiraling hall and signaling for silence. It falls instantly.
Welcome sisters. Welcome Brothers. Neithe starts.
And welcome assorted other relations. continues Severance.
Neithe proclaims, We are gathered here today to pay homage to the greatness of House Kewadin and the history that has brought us to the point of being the fifteenth House in all of Menzoberranzan!
And Severance steps upstage, Namely, to honor the one on whom all our lives hang, Lolth, the Dark Mother and Queen of Spiders!
Neithe steps up beside her. And our Matron, the undisputed leader of our House, Matron Vantgree Kewain!
The Matron appears as if from nowhere on the dias, stepping from the air itself. The crowd explodes into applause and cheers, mostly coming from the drow of the house.
The festivities continue quickly from there. The stadium quickly devolves into a chaotic mess as prayers to Lolth are given, a few slaves are sacrificed, a couple random orgies break out here and there, and people generally go crazy. About an hour in and the entire hall is consumed in pandemonium.
Bring yourselves to this point, please. :)

Nate, you dutifully attend your responsibilities in your matron's absence. When the time is right, you proceed to the Hall and place yourself where she is expecting you, near the front of the slaves with quick access to the stage should she require you.


hp 24/24; AC (21, 14, 17) 17 t14 f13; f 4, r 5, w 3; bab 2, melee 6, ranged 6; cmb 2, cmd 16; sr 14; ap 5/5 drow noble magus/3
skills:
acro 5, fly 10, know arcane 10, know dungeon 8, know nobil 5, perc 5, perf dance 1, splcrft 10, stlth 4

Azzra'el watches the opening ceremonies, his mother and aunt making their speech, and cheers for his Grandmother along with the others, though there might be a little less enthusiasm on his part than on some others... not out of lack of love or respect, just mostly out of lack of interest in what is to follow. He makes proper obeisances to Lolth during the prayers and keeps his expression carefully neutral during the sacrifices.

The orgies are not of any real interest to him, though he's happy to see his daughters are not caught up in their frenzy. He keeps their interest elsewhere by pointing out interesting events elsewhere in the hall, who is talking secretively with whom, who is and isn't involved in each activity, and so forth... all things it is important to know, for knowledge is power and can be wielded like a knife by the skillful.

While he is using the events in the hall as an educational tool with his daughters, his wife is most likely trying to draw the young drow ladies into the events, putting them slightly at odds. In the end, he acquiesces and lets his wife pull his daughters into the frenzy, but he himself stays out of it for the most part, his personal interests lying elsewhere. Until and unless ordered to take part by his wife or another high ranking female, he stays aloof with seeming disinterest.


HP 22 l AC 15/T 14/FF 12 l Fort +4/Ref +5/Will +7 l Init +7 l Perc +13

The mages were more subdued in their reaction though some did cheer, for his part he made the required clapping but did not go far beyond that. He noticed the House Wizard had not been given even the slightest role, his form relaxed and disinterested on his personal throne. Yet he did not miss the master's sparkling eyes, not only studying but promising. He suspected someone would not live pass the night for the slight he had been given, not that it would be tied to him. He was to cunning for that, no doubt petty murder was a privilege of his power as well as a by product and effective salve to his frustrations. The victim would likely be female. The notion seemed alien to him, gender had no bearing on skill or effort. Yet his race clung to the concept enforced by the spider queen, if she were a king would their perceptions shift he wondered.

He quickly pushed such thoughts aside as the prayers began. He remained silent while others went through the motions. Nearly all the mages in fact did, personally he preferred not to lie. He did not dwell on the reasons of others. As slaves are sacrificed his expression is blank, his only thought was what a waste. At least when wizards sacrificed someone it was for the purpose of utilizing blood magic.

When the required ceremonies are over and groups begin to break off, Vicalan remains. Watchful not only of those around him but of Nopos, he remained watchful and detached atop his throne. A pair of servants near by to heed any of his orders. Some of the younger or foolish mages among their number broke off to enjoy themselves. Nopos noted every single one, those that remained knew that they would suffer. Finally Nopos turned to look squarely at the remaining mages and gave a slight nod to free them, they would be rewarded for their obedience.

As one the remaining mages rose, from their they broke off to their preference. Vicalane walked off to the side, he had no interest in public displays. With his anatomy he would cause quite a stir and likely maim any over eager participants in the process should he take part. He would watch and collect information as he always did at such functions. He walked the circuit of the room, avoiding the noble's section. He knew no good would come of intruding upon their territory, so he skimmed it's borders.


Draegloth (Unique Half Drow/Half Demon) 4th Level Monster (Draegloth)| HP 27/39 | Speed 30ft | AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (CMD 20) | Fort +7 : Ref +4 : Will +4 | Init +4, Perception +6; Darkvision 60ft | Active conditions:

Having had his fun in the entrance hall, Hakk proceeds to his room and cleans up with a servant. Then he heads directly to the house stadium room to half-stand, casually resting on his knuckles in an ape-like pose near his mother Severance.

By the time the orgies break out, Hakk is already bored out of his mind, but his duty to his mother and the family push him to stay ans maintain vigil.

As a Draegloth he feels he is a status symbol for the house and must maintain his visual presence during ceremonies like this, according to his mother at least.

When Vicalan approaches Hakk near the border of the noble's section, he hisses in his general direction.

"Greetingssss master conjurer. Having any fun yet? Or do you need to ssssummon a ssssuccubussss to do that? Hmmmm? I might know a name or two..."


HP 11/27 | AC 17/13/14 | CMD 16 | Fort +3, Ref +8, Will +9 | SR 10 | Init +3 | Per +10; Darkvision 120' | Active Effects:

Saeras greatly enjoyed the ceremony - most of it anyhow. The sacrifices had been a bit much. Such a waste! He watched with his face a carefully controlled mask, but internally he was screaming as he just saw the silly ritual waste good goods. A bit of flair is expected; but I never got why they simply throw away money! And it *had* to be fit (and valuable!) slaves too! He had almost suggested that they purchase a bunch of infirm (and cheap!) ones instead, but feared that they might choose other cost-saving alternatives instead.

A well. Could certainly be alot worse. That which came after was certainly nice enough to take his mind off that matter for a while, even if he couldn't fully enjoy the spectacle fully. He was still certain something - *anything* - was about to go down and would loathe to be caught with his pants down, literally. Still, singing and cheering and drinking and the occasional quickie was good enough for now!

One thing that seemed to be out of place was the reluctance of the mages. Hmm ...


HP 22 l AC 15/T 14/FF 12 l Fort +4/Ref +5/Will +7 l Init +7 l Perc +13

He stares with his void like eyes for a moment before replying in Abyssal.

"Greetings lord Hakk'Viddaro Kewadin. I do not practice that sort of recreation. With respect I suggest you guard your own name rather then offer others when dealing with the lower planes. Considering your condition, it would be prudent."

Draegloths were not unknown to him and while they shared mortal blood, they could be bound like the very demons that spawned them. Ether he was arrogant or foolish, both common afflictions of his kind. A lesson in his scope of knowledge perhaps.

"I would add that I am surprised by your association, succubus are known for their cunning yet still possesses a fair amount of demonic power. It is odd for you to survive such an encounter. You should thank the conjurer for his skill in their control."

He bowed to excuse himself as he continued his walk.


Male Dhampir Barbarian 2/ Monk(Martial Artist) 1 | AC 13/11/10 | HP (10)4/(31)| F +8, R +4, W +6 | CMB +7, CMD 23 | Init +2 | Perc +10;Low-light Vision; Darkvision; Light Sensitivity

Calas cheered with the rest of the hall when his grandmother appeared on stage. He loved when his kin actually tried to enjoy themselves in each other's company. He was sure that someone would die during the party too, and hopefully it wouldn't be family.

If he was lucky, it'd be at the whims of his mother. He hoped she'd allow him to do the honor. He hadn't had a proper drink in a few days.

Until then, he enjoyed himself. He joined the general chaos of the hall and let the whims of the hall guide him through the festivities. He diverted arguments and anger to more interesting festivities, gave chocolate to the kids who were in attendance, and gave proper obeisance to Lolth.

Through it all, he kept an eye on the high priestesses. He didn't want any harm coming to his mother, aunt, or grandmother and if he managed to handle anything before they would have to then perhaps they'd look more favorably on him.


Draegloth (Unique Half Drow/Half Demon) 4th Level Monster (Draegloth)| HP 27/39 | Speed 30ft | AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (CMD 20) | Fort +7 : Ref +4 : Will +4 | Init +4, Perception +6; Darkvision 60ft | Active conditions:
Vicalan Shal'Tludeint wrote:

"I would add that I am surprised by your association, succubus are known for their cunning yet still possesses a fair amount of demonic power.

It is odd for you to survive such an encounter. You should thank the conjurer for his skill in their control."
He bowed to excuse himself as he continued his walk.

With a disgusting half-laugh, Hakk spits a ball of phlem in front of Vicalan's path to stop him.

"They are not interesssssted in my weak blood wizard. My 'father' on the other hand..."

It never hurts to remind the lessers that your father is a greater demon!

Seeing his cousin Calas nearby, he smiles viciously and ignores Vicalan.

"My favorite coussssin! You are well I sssssee? Bitten anyone I know?"


Male Active Conditions: Human (Aasimar) Monk / Rogue (Acrobat Dedication) 13

Nathaniel stood still.
The bloody sacrifices showered his mistresses cruelty plainly.
Nathaniel stood still.
The demonstrations of drow prowess dealt a sense of doom.
Nathaniel stood still.
The pulsating drum of the orgy drowned self into a maelstrom.
Nathaniel stood still.
The assassin's wealthiest weapon--words--darted dangerously.
Nathaniel stood still.

Drow!


HP 22 l AC 15/T 14/FF 12 l Fort +4/Ref +5/Will +7 l Init +7 l Perc +13

Vicalan felt no need to correct Hakk'Viddaro on his assumption. The filth magically disappeared before his foot ever got near it as he continued, a partly cantrip. More likely if Hakk ever met the demon sire, he would be torn apart. His lack of knowledge concerning his own kind was far to clear. He moved on unconcerned, another mental note taken. Another advantage gained, how many more would he collect he wondered.

Demons care nothing for their offspring, try pulling a fast one on someone who is not a walking library on them. ;)


Male Dhampir Barbarian 2/ Monk(Martial Artist) 1 | AC 13/11/10 | HP (10)4/(31)| F +8, R +4, W +6 | CMB +7, CMD 23 | Init +2 | Perc +10;Low-light Vision; Darkvision; Light Sensitivity

Calas gave the youngin a scrutinizing glance at her insistence that he giver her another piece of chocolate. Word had spread through the children that he carried it often and the young girl could probably have gotten plenty of it from any of the servants. He suspected that she either preferred it from him or she just wanted to boss him around. Either way, he relented and gave her another, much to her delight.

Such is the way of woman. Calas thought as he chuckled and she scurried away with the treat. He wasn't quite sure how this one was related to him, but he had learned her name was Zesril and that she was going to be a priestess someday.

Hakk'Viddaro Kewadin wrote:

"My favorite coussssin! You are well I sssssee? Bitten anyone I know?"

Calas turned at his cousin's call, "Favored cousin!" he called back, "I am doing quite well, no drinks though sadly. Hoping that will be rectified by the end of the night, our betters willing." He approached his cousin and aunt before stopping to offer the appropriate obeisance to them both. His aunt didn't seem to pay him any mind for the moment, so Calas continued towards Hakk. He held his arms out wide, as if offering a hug to Hakk.

"Yourself? Are you finding the evening exhilarating?"

I wonder... which of us is the better hugger?

Not quite sure how trying to hug a Draegloth is taken in Drow society, but figure at least we'll see who the better hugger is.


Male Drow Fighter 3 / Wizard 1 HP: 18/26 AC 18 | FF 14 | TCH 14 Perception: +5 Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +3

It was one of the few times he let his guard down in a way. The lust fueled haze in the air meant for the most part, he was safe, the priestesses and officers were usually too consumed in their pleasure taking to worry about punishing. He was trying to avoid being caught up by Xinifae, or by the fourth daughter of the house Malayvin.

Not that lying with the high ranking preistess was ... unpleasant mostly, but the history of a priestesses lovers and what happened to them when they were through was too skewered with death for him to be that eager. . . Besides there were a few of the acolytes to the priestesses whom had caught his eye. Still he tried to keep his head about him, amidst the tongue acrobatics he was currently involved with, with an acololyt Neliana he thought her name was.

perception sort of: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
minus whatever being distracted by hot drow almost preistesses counts as. And just in case


Draegloth (Unique Half Drow/Half Demon) 4th Level Monster (Draegloth)| HP 27/39 | Speed 30ft | AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (CMD 20) | Fort +7 : Ref +4 : Will +4 | Init +4, Perception +6; Darkvision 60ft | Active conditions:

With toothy grin in his muzzle Hakk speads all four arms out wide, both large and small, and easily embraces his cousin with gusto. He makes sure to drool down his back as little as possible.

Pulling back, he holds the near-drow casually with his large arms at the man's shoulders in a comradely fashion.

"Utter usssselessss until now. Now the party issss sssstarted however? Yesssss?"


Male Dhampir Barbarian 2/ Monk(Martial Artist) 1 | AC 13/11/10 | HP (10)4/(31)| F +8, R +4, W +6 | CMB +7, CMD 23 | Init +2 | Perc +10;Low-light Vision; Darkvision; Light Sensitivity

The hug drives the wind out of his lungs as Hakk's arms press in on him. Calas tries to do the same to Hakk, but finds it difficult because of his cousin's large size. The hug, though sufficating, is surprisingly warm and... somewhat drooly. Afterwards, Cahlis is left at arms length from his cousin, leaving him having to look up in order to look at the Draegloth's face.

"Is it? I didn't think the party would start till my eldest brother found me."

Calis hadn't seen his brother since the start of the ceremony. They'd been on opposite ends of the male section, thankfully.

Then, he gave Hakk'Viddaro a conspiratorial look. "Did you have something in mind?"

Either he's feeling especially friendly today... or I'm not going to like what happens next,


Male Active Conditions: Human (Aasimar) Monk / Rogue (Acrobat Dedication) 13

Nathaniel watches the drow ever eyes alert to treachery.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10


Draegloth (Unique Half Drow/Half Demon) 4th Level Monster (Draegloth)| HP 27/39 | Speed 30ft | AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (CMD 20) | Fort +7 : Ref +4 : Will +4 | Init +4, Perception +6; Darkvision 60ft | Active conditions:

With an infectious grin of razor sharp teeth, Hakk pokes his cousin in the chest with one of his small drow-like arms.

"You sssssee right through me, do you not? You mussssst have the eyessss of a dragon!"

Looking around at the assemblage quickly, Hakk then leans in closer to Calas and speaks in a clear cultured
voice without the incessant hissing he tends to use around the lesser drow.

"The Wizards are not participating in the festivities and seem to think they are above such things.
Their obedience to Lolth is perfunctory at best. They deserve a lesson I think in what it means to be a part
of House Kewadin, do they not?"


Female Drow Investigator 3 ■ HP 21/21 | AC 17 (T 11, FF 14) CMD 15 | Init+3, Perception+6, Fort+2 Ref+6 Will+2 ■ Insp. 3/4, Extracts 2/3

Vantrag had been commanded to take up a position at the ceremony amongst the house's wizards, rather than with her other sisters as the lesser daughters of the matron mother. It wasn't entirely clear to her what Matron Vantgree had meant by that – it could have been a snub, denying her her place among the females of the house, or a signal of acceptance of her arcane interests. Most likely it was some combination of the two, but Vantrag was easily willing to accept it.

The more surprising gesture to her was the lack of involvement from the wizards in the ceremonies. Of course it was a time that focused on the matron and priestesses, but typically her elder brother Nopos would have taken some small part, and he seemed to have taken it as quite a slight. She kept an eye on him throughout the ceremony.

As the general festivities go into full swing, Vantrag tries to stay a little bit detached from the debauchery. It wouldn't go over well with her mother if she seemed too reluctant to participate, but she doesn't want to let her guard down. So she wanders about between groups of people, chatting, listening to gossip, and imbibing the drinks & refreshments, but not becoming too involved in the more amorous activities ... although it was hard to resist when a particularly charming young female acolyte (a commoner whose name she couldn't recall) slipped her arms around Vantrag's shoulders and started to give her a massage. Of course it was a transparent attempt to get close to someone who had a fairly high rank in the house but she didn't mind.

As she leans back and lets the girl stroke at her neck Vantrag looks around and tries to keep track of what certain people are doing during the revelry. She did spot Phaenox, a male who had been a lover of hers before. She had wooed him primarily to make use of his inquisitorial zeal in the service of Lolth, and turn him toward eliminating a rival of hers who was not quite dedicated enough to the Spider Queen. Phaenox was a useful ally, and not a bad lover in her opinion, for a male (at least he was more exciting than her husband!). She makes a mental note to at least flirt with him at some point later. It's a while since they'd spent time together and she should make it clear she still appreciates his services.

She can also see Calas and Hakk'Vidaro talking together, her two half-blooded nephews certainly stick out of a group of drow and aren't hard to spot. Those two might be up to something, she thinks, more in amusement than actual concern, and occasionally glances back at them through the crowd.

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