As they pass through the gates Velath studies the defenses best he can and stays silent looking around.
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So, should we feign awe or ill at viewing your playground? Heh, I guess we could always go for honesty?!
Do whatever you want, but don't let me down and yourself down when you talk to the Slavemother. He says these words softly and looks at you expressively.
On the territory of the estate you see two exquisite buildings that stand out from several others, crudely made (it seems they are designed to create discomfort by their appearance alone and emphasize the difference between masters and servants). Obviously these two buildings serve as places for the nobility, and the rest is something like barracks, warehouses etc. Gadak drives a cart to one of such buildings - a stall with other riding lizards and several troglodytes acting as cleaners and grooms. Wait for me here. I'll go talk about you. After giving rather rude instructions to the troglodytes to unload the cart and unhitch the lizards, he leaves.
Returning, Gadak makes a hand sign to you and leads you to one of the noble buildings. He opens massive doors and you walk the corridors of the mansion somewhere deeper. The architecture inside is quite unusual - you see that these drow clearly avoid any corners in the interior, so everything is quite curved. Common decor within House Vonnarc includes the ubiquitous black iron doors, House Symbols and the Sigil of the Demon Lord Areshkagal emblazoned on walls or tapestries in purple (often lit by faint violet magical flames), complex mosaics of stone, detailed portraits of some drow nobles, small statuettes or images of Areshkagal (a faceless female sphinx with strange, shifting rune tattoos, huge talons, and black fur), crimson banners trimmed in gold, paintings and carvings of tortured elves, and periodic lanterns lit by faintly glowing, preserved fire beetle glands. Eventually, you arrive at something like interrogation chamber (but not a torture chamber yet). A dim violet light emanates from some vague point above, while upon the walls hang diaphanous tapestries, delicately embroidered with the Vonnarc symbol and elaborate designs. Flanked by stone statues of fierce drow warriors, a long table of dark stone dominates one end of the room. Three chairs line the table’s far side, the centermost occupied by a severe looking bald drow woman. Her fingers and sharp nails steepled before her and her gaze impatient.
Gadak gestures to move to the center of the room before stepping forward and bowing low. Revered Slavemother Undamesta, these are the travelers from beyond the portal of whom I spoke. House Rasivreign’s operations at the gate were confused and disordered and none stood to meet their arrival. With their own masters having forsaken them, I most meekly ask that their obvious skills and experience be considered for inclusion among the ranks of those who dutifully serve the envied house of Vonnarc.
The slavemother seems unimpressed by Gadak’s words, lifting a suspicious eyebrow. Obvious skills and experience, indeed? Is this not for me to judge? the matronly drow retorts with a voice like a dagger upon slate. Gadak merely bows low and steps aside.
Undamesta pierces you with a look full of arrogance, contempt and insight. She starts asking questions:
Where do you come from?
What house do you now serve?
Why did you return to Zirnakaynin?
She will demand an answer to each of the questions from each of you, interrupting with a gesture and a menacing look when someone tries to speak for the other.
Cirok quietly observes their path, following Gadak seemingly enjoying the ambiance of House Vonnarc. At the stables, the Rogue nods to their Guide as he departs their company for a few minutes.
White eyes roaming about for any unwanted ears, Cirok whispers
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And if we are thinking about the Dark Tapestry, then we can think about Hounds of Tindalos capable of teleporting through any corner and think about the connection between the strange inner archetecture of Vonnarc's house and this fact...
With his allies around him near the stables, Soryan Dirge whispers his languages with the others, finding as many commonalities as exist. As well, he begins to jointly create a little code with his allies, the better to convey simple ideas to each other while still in the presence of our enemies: "Teamwork," "gambit," "trust," "diplomacy," "quest," and a few others.
He answers Cirok Brokencrown, "I agree, a mercenary band would explain why we have such diverse abilities, rather than a similar set of skills. And I'd add that we're looking not just for a Matron that appreciates us, but one we can respect as powerful -- telling a Boss in an interview that he's a great Leader is a good idea. Then I'd go further: We are hoping for missions of information gathering and spying -- or at least ones that will allow us to travel through the city on various tasks -- so we can seek out our primary objectives. (Getting stuck here for jobs would hurt our 90 night deadline.) Finally, I vote for avoiding at all costs trying to answer where we're from; if we say "Umberweb" for example, we could have to answer questions about Umberweb we don't have."
For a moment, Soryan Dirge also tries to ingratiate himself to a Troglodyte groom, casting a pleasant Prestidigitation, with the accoutrements of some lovely Faerie Fire, on the slave and his tools and animals. Just trying to make a friend.
So...Any suggestions for a name for myself? Colgrim doesn't sound to drow-like. Plus I'm a weak link here when it comes to bullpooping someone.
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"Revered Slavemother, I am the son of a soldier so I come from no where in particular as we moved as his unit did. I currently serve no house after the debacle above. And coming here was opportunistic. We made it to the nearest gateway, escaped a pursuing force, and this one," Cuthalian says pointing to Gadak, [/b]"Offered us a ride. It was better than walking."[/b]
I no longer have a clan or house and headed above since crushing the skulls of the tree-humpers seemed a good way to spend my last days as any. I agreed to lend my arm to this band and so came along in hope of finding a new cause. Seems that I might just have one now.
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The troglodyte looks at Soryan in fear and surprise. It seems he is not used to such treatment and expects that this will be followed by a reckoning, if he shows weakness. However, at the same time, he obsequiously mutters in draconic something about a good and powerful master - obviously referring to the drow wizard.
Slavemother Undamesta looks around Cuthalian and Colgrim, looking for a direct lie (and not feeling it, because there is none). She doesn't say anything and it's not clear if she's satisfied yet. Instead, she looks at the others.
Cirok watches Gadak open the massive doors. Walking the corridors of the mansion somewhere deeper, the Rogue's white eyes scan the architecture inside as it is quite unusual. He notices that these drow clearly avoid any corners in the interior, so everything being quite curved.
That means something.
The decor within House Vonnarc seems quite purposefully prolifically presented.
There seems to be zero chance of failing to know where one is walking.
Cirok smiles as they enter the interrogation chamber (but not a torture chamber yet). He notices those present, how they stand, and the expressions, attire of each before landing his gaze on the Slavemother.
Bowing low, the Rogue states
Honors to House Vonnarc! Honors to Revered Slavemother Undamesta!
The Rogue then rises to meet her gaze.
I am Cirok Brokencrown. Ranking member of our own formed mercenary band--Airgeadra Fola . We serve you, if House Vonnarc will have our swords. Our return to Zirnakaynin is most fortuitous for we have this honor.
The handsome drow then smiles a knowing smile, bowing and displaying his grand hat out wide!
Airgeadra Fola is currently without a Patron. We offer our services.
Velath followed Gadak through the halls of House Vonnarc, watching and staying quiet and waited while Gadak had his say in front of the Slavemother then as she spoke and questioned them. He stood to the rear and was quiet as Colgrim, Cuthalian and Cirok spoke then he felt her cold stare look at him amd he nodded. He tried to keep his voice flat as he spoke. Names Velath. We fled attacks to come through the gate
I serve no house currently. The Gate brought us near here and Gadak offered to bring us here. That's it....Esteemed Slavemother Undamesta
He then met her gaze for a few seconds before bowing his head.
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She nods, seemingly quite satisfied, listening to your answers. Slavemother continues her questioning. Why do you seek to serve House Vonnarc? Undamesta looks you over with a searching gaze. Then she narrows her eyes and her gaze becomes sarcastic, and a poisonous grin is heard in her voice. Why do you believe you are worthy of serving House Vonnarc? What could you possibly have to offer the illustrious house of Vonnarc?
With first question, Undamesta desires to know your ambitions and gauge if you might one day become threats to her position. With the second and third question, you need to be even more careful, since any insult to the House Vonnarc will lead to immediate punishment (which in turn can be another test for someone who wants to become a part of this house).
Your house is a strong one and offers opportunities to the worthy for advancement and riches. I offer my skill at arms and the corpses of those I am sent against.
Cirok's gaze wonders up, down and over Slavemother Undamesta. He smiles as he does.
Velath listened to The Slavemother talk and when she asked the next questions he met her gaze levelly and replied quite frankly Esteemed Slavemother, I didn't choose the great House Vonnarc. Rather circumstances brought us together. Because of that, as my colleague stated mutual security is the goal at hand
Being in a city I know nothing about regarding the politics of the great houses is an easy way to die...or worse. So allying with one of the more powerful houses is a need if survival is to be insured. So here I am. As to why I believe my services would benefit House Vonnarc?!. Simple. We ...I survived being above ground...in enemy lands.... That must mean we...I am capable. Gadak watched us dispatch one of those altered Troglodytes...in I Believe just a few seconds. We are a team, that knows how to work together and any house that had us serving them would benefit from that...and further any person that backed us would benefit even more.
With that he knelt and bowed us head.
Soryan Dirge, after having shown supreme confidence in his social skills to his Elven allies back on the surface, is a little ashamed at not having been able, mentally -- emotionally, to step forward immediately upon meeting Undamesta.
'Get it together, "Son-of-a-Devil," this isn't any more disturbing or terrifying than what you saw in Ustalov as a student, or in The WorldWound or Tanglebriar as a Wizard! The fact that there's no safety-net here shouldn't make it this hard to employ that forked Devil-Tongue hiding behind my lips.'
'Thank goodness for Cirok Brokencrown's response; "Blood Currency" is perfect. Now let's see if I can actually get my revulsions calmed down and help out, doing what I'm supposedly good at.'
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Having held back for the first few moments trying to not reveal his overwhelmed terror at being so deep in The Darklands with no margin for error, Soryan Dirge finally steps forward to stand with Cirok Brokencrown, Cuthalian, Velath Tel'Quessir, and Colgrim -- emotionally leaning on their strength to bolster his own courage.
He answers Undamesta. "I am Soryan Dirge though I have used aliases in the past, Mistress SlaveMother. I joined "Blood Currency" after eliminating my former master on the Surface; the purge of the Elves offered me the opportunity to rid myself of the nuisance and I seized it. These others proved powerful and in need of an equally powerful Wizard's Fireballs and Mage Missiles. Alas, I am not one for minor tricks or illusions but true power: Evocation," he lies.
"If, in your Wisdom, you realize how supremely Blood Currency can further the great House Vonnarc then, like my allies have said, I would relish the opportunity to serve such a Noble House. I serve no Mistress now, but am ambitious for more power. Your illustrious House can provide that. And in turn, I am powerful, worthy of Vonnarc, as you can see, and my Evocations will serve your own aims well."
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Why do you seek to serve House Vonnarc? Do you believe you are worthy of serving House Vonnarc? What could you possibly have to offer the illustrious house of Vonnarc?
Cirok studies those drow present inside this interrogation room. The guards, sycophants, slaves all having the look of boredom, treachery, defeat. The Rogue watches the reactions to these insecure and doubt filled inquiries from the Slavemother of both her and Gadak.
We could most likely kill everyone here except her and she would elevate us above all.
Cirok counts those present. He assesses their individual capabilities....
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Curious... Cirok, you don't seem to see any serious security here. Perhaps Slavemother feels absolutely safe, despite all your weapons.
What is your relationship to each other?
What is your relationship to Gadak?
Would you kill Gadak if I asked you to?
Gadak blanches at this question, his eyes widening as he stands motionless.
"After I dispensed with the services of my former Master on The Surface, I saw these here killing Elves for fun and joined them. A Wizard is often better with muscle around him. As for Gadak, here, I'm surprised to learn he gave us his true name; we all just met him as he saw our strength in combat and offered to take us here. Would I kill him, 'meh,'" Soryan Dirge says noncommittedly.
Cirok continues to smile despite there not being any obvious competent security. His white eyes return to stare at Undamesta with a bit of understanding in them.
Blood Currency is for hire as it were. Simply put our previous employer has been found wanting.
Cirok then smiles wider as the rogue begins to walk around the table to take a seat on the table (as there seems to be no chairs readily available).
I am obligated to answer these questions, although I would much prefer to sit, drink, eat and perhaps discuss what mission test you would like us to quickly do, so that we can really get started?
The Rogue then does a back flip across the table to stand next to his company.
We are Blood Currency, Madame Undamesta. We are one.
The drow seems to have shown restraint and patience, although both are probably depleted.....
Cirok barely glances at the mention of Gadak.
Kill him? If I deem it necessary to complete my mission. Of course. But he is useful as of now.
Well I guess some others would call us sword-kin, brothers-in-arms or other titles, but as Cirok here says, Blood Currency. We fight and kill together.
Gadok? Showed up he was handy to travel with and for killen him? Well good wagoneers can be handy. If we need to, we'll consider it.
Soryan Dirge manages to straighten down his wincing at Cuthalian's inadvertent linguistic error, accidentally reversing the compound words: 'Slave-Mother' with 'Mother-Slave' unaware, perhaps with the new language, that he has not called Undamesta a Slavemother but rather a 'mother slave' -- as though she were a breeding chattel.
He steps forward into the sudden silence. "Please cut Cuthalian some slack, Slavemother, he is unused to being in the presence of Nobility and, well, after his circumcision in the battle with a Calistrian, it'd be unfortunate if you, er, gave him a Hard time."
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As the Slavemother continued her questioning Velath stood from where he knelt and stretched a bit listening intently thinking to himself 'no mistakes', with the first question he smiled and said simply we are
Airgeadra Fola Slavemother. Comrades in arms that have been forged in the fire of the times...a weapon to be wielded against our enemies. he smiled.
Then with the last two his smile turned flat. He put his hand to the hilt of his sword and looked at Gadak.
him? Barely know him. Are we in your employ? If so, and it's your wish...it's as good as done. But in his defense, because I'd see no blood of our people shed without reason, I'd ask for you to consider he did see value in Airgeadra Fola, before anyone else.
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Cute. Comrades in arms? The voice absolutely doesn't sound like it's cute. Rather sarcastic. Gadak. He's tensing up. Take them to the servants' quarters. Find them one, let them settle down. It seems that Undamesta takes the time to think about your answers a little and what to do with you. Gadak nods, makes a bow and leaves.
After you all leave Slavemother's chambers, he clearly relaxes. I'm sure you're accepted. Congratulations to you, you are now members of the House Vonnarc!
He leads you through the corridors of the house, showing you along the way several important places for drow of your rank, for example, a common dining room for non-noble drow. It feels like you are moving away from the part of the mansion where the nobility lives. If when leaving Undamesta you passed through a beautiful but gloomy gallery with paintings made in an incredible technique (all dedicated to violence and eroticism), then in this part of the house everything is a little more simple and strict, although the characteristic symbolism of House Vonnarc and their Patron Demon Lord is still present.
You notice that there are many doors in this house. They close themselves, with the help of magic, and to open them you need to hold a ring with a seal next to the handle. This Gadak's gesture is clearly automatic, he does not think when he does it.
In the end, he leads you to a room with six beds that seem to be carved out of stone (although looking at it, you rather want to say that the stone seems to have grown in the right shape, no matter how strange it sounds). Occupy, make yourself comfortable. Rest up. I'll be back soon with the news.
Obviously, the sixth bed is also free and the whole room is at your disposal. Gadak nods and goes out.
Soryan Dirge immediately begins looking for any kind of Scrying devices or peep-holes.
.... But even after his initial look, he really takes the time and searches thoroughly:
Reverting to and from Draconic, Sylvan and Elven in the hopes to make a simple 'code' with which to communicate, Soryan Dirge first apologizes for any offense. "Please excuse my lie, Cuthalian, I hope you didn't take my circumcision joke seriously. We're still new to each other, so it may take a few accidental missteps before we really start working as a team efficiently. But overall I think that went well.
"I assume we'll start getting assignments soon, and hopefully those will lend themselves to our being able to achieve our primary goals. Even if they aren't at first -- if we have to clean toilets -- my vote is that we accept whatever jobs are initially offered us just to emphasize our willingness to serve and expertise enough to be relied upon. It may take a few days or a couple weeks, but if we establish even a little credibility, reliability and excellence, we can use it to push for missions that will help our real cause. Plus, it will give us time to really make some good observations, so we reduce our chance to make social blunders. ... Just my vote.
"Cuthalian, and Velath Tel'Quessir, if there's anything I can do to help you pray to our gods more privately, don't hesitate to ask. I have a 'Rope Trick' spell prepared and you can use that to set up a temporary altar for your prayers. Come to think of it, I will probably study my spellbook and continue researching spells in the privacy of my little extra-dimensional Transmutation to scribe more Scrolls. Anyway, I'm here for you where I can be.
"Colgrim, I remember earlier you said something about your concern of revealing such badd-ass Dwarven name. If you want to pretend to have been 'Cursed' (We can't say 'Blessed') into thinking you're a Duergar or an Earth Elemental or something, I will push that disguise. It's up to you. Or, whatever you come up with, I'll support it.
"As for me, I'm hoping to only use my combat spells in front of these Drow, pretending I'm a combat Wizard rather than a Loremaster with a knack for Enchantments, Illusions and deceit. I'm hoping to keep that part secret. .... I regret casting my Hideous Laughter Spell in the presence of Gadak; I'm certain he will report it to Undamesta. But I don't know, since the Spell failed, Gadak may not have even recognized what I attempted. It's not as though he is likely to be an expert Spellcrafter. He may only be able to say my first Spell failed against the Troglodyte so he doesn't know what it was."
Cirok bows before departing the interrogation chamber. The Rogue walks silently. His eyes tracking their path, those passed and especially any notice of....
.... You notice that there are many doors in this house. They close themselves, with the help of magic, and to open them you need to hold a ring with a seal next to the handle. This Gadak's gesture is clearly automatic, he does not think when he does it.
Cirok take a key from some passerby, bumping into the individual with an apology and a dare at the same time.
Once secured in the servants quarters, Cirok begins taking a thorough search of the chamber.
Colgrim untenses slightly as they are welcomed and dismissed. Heading down the hall, he takes in the stonework in the hall and in the room they are staying in, not wanting have some cut-throat sneak in while they sleeo.
Velath moves to one of the 'beds' and takes his pack off and sets it on the floor at the head of it Removes the great bow he carries and leans it on the pack, and sits down. taking in the surroundings in the room
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Cirok, who accidentally bumped into the guard earlier, smiles, looking at the ring that he managed to pull off his finger. Maybe the guy shouldn't have pushed the newcomer in Vonnarc House like that?
You are all examining the room very carefully, but right now there are no traps, no hiding places, no magical or other ways to spy on you. The inspection takes time, and an unexpected knock on the door makes you jump. When you open it, you see a guard (not the one from whom the ring was stolen). He hands you a bundle and briefly informs you that you were asked to convey "Welcome" and "You start work tomorrow". Closing the door and with all precautions (not a trap, not "glowing" with magic, and so on) you unwrap the bundle and find there five rings with the emblem of the house. Obviously, these are the keys that open the magic doors throughout the house.
Cirok starts laughing.
Well I guess we are now members of the house. No doubt these can be used to scry on us.
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"One may assume. We can keep them in one of our extra dimensional spaces when we are not using them. That should make spying through them more difficult I would hope. Soryan, your offer for our meditations is greatly appreciated. I will be taking you up on that." Cuthalian considers quietly for a moment. "Shall we get some rest? We will need to learn our duties tomorrow. Soryan, we should all take you up on your offer either this evening or tomorrow morning so we can discuss how we wish to move forward." He says handling one of the rings and turning it over in his fingers.
Soryan Dirge asks Cirok about his odd laugh upon opening the bundle and then, upon seeing the stolen ring, asks to inspect it, a smile of appreciation to the roguish Elf for his gambit. "Point taken, Cuthalian, the last thing we need are Rings that act as 'Hag's Eyes.' I'd like to Spellcraft your stolen Ring, Cirok, compare it with the rest -- see the differences.
"And then, yes, we can get rest in my Extradimensional spell."
Velath holds his ring in his hand, and stares at it intently trying to discern if there is any evil in it's design. For all intents and purposes any watching would see him merely staring at the ring.
Seeing Velath Tel'Quessir checking for the taint of Evil on the Rings as Soryan Dirge spellcrafts them, he wonders, "Can you turn your Divination on the rest of us as well, please, it will be interesting to see if we radiate the same vile morality as these Drow? I think I remember Giseil mentioning that we would be the same as the Drow, and radiate the same Evil, but we haven't tested it yet."
Cirok hands over the borrowed ring to Soryan Dirge.
The thought had crossed my mind to snag every ring we come across just before we depart.
The Rogue also nods in agreement at the possibility of using the rings to scry.
I have heard of a neat little trick that make that difficult, but not impossible.
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Yes, Cirok will be able to remember the guardian's face. Maybe... However, your self-confidence probably suggests that you can definitely do it.
The stolen ring seems to Soryan almost identical to the ones given to you. It seems to you that it opens the same arcane locks as yours.
Velath, this magical item is still neither good nor evil, like any other item. But at the same time... The emblem of the House in its style is quite similar to the abyssal rune, and it's just not pleasant for you to wear it on your finger.
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There is no night here because there is no day. You are among the enemies, in the lair of evil. This thought touches each of you in one way or another. And in their own way, everyone has disturbing, bad dreams. It seems that this is more than stress, you have learned to cope with it before. It seems to you as if this place itself is saturated with some dark energies, and these energies permeate your consciousness relaxed in a dream, as a bad smell will gradually permeate even the best clothes. Somewhere in the middle of the night you hear screams of pain and rage, it seems you can even hear promises to improve and that "it won't happen again." The scream is so desperate that it makes you uneasy.
Apart from that, the night passes without incident.
Then a knock on the door wakes you up. Get ready, newbies. Work will be issued in an hour. Eat and move to the courtyard. The voice is unfamiliar, maleб indifferent. The steps are moving away from your door.
Colgrim rests uneasily during the night and tosses and turns, half remembered screams invade his sleep and he wakes up irritable and thirsty.
Getting up, Colgrim arms himself and waits for the others to head to mealtime.
Before the surfaces Dawn appears, Cirok is up, dressed and seen executing various exercises. At the knock on the door, the Rogue rises and steps to the door.
At the sounds of retreating footsteps, the Rogue replaces his dagger into its sheath.
Turning to the others, Cirok grins.
Isn't this exciting. Our first day at school. We must learn all we can to better fit in.
The Rogue turns to Vaelath and Cuthalian.
If ours hands need turn red; I am able.
Smiling, he takes his handy haversack and prepares for breakfast and chaos.
The Rogue takes out two wands, taps himself, and replaces them 8n his haversack.
Time to make the chimmichangas
Shaking the second Wand, he tries again, shrugging.
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Cuthalian rises after a fitful rest in the extra dimensional space. Before getting ready he does his prayers asking for strength, courage, and the powers to overcome the evils here. Then he rises, dons his armor and slides down the rope to join the others.
"Good morning all. Yes, we need to learn all we can. I'm better at direct confrontation so I will relay on you for most of our learning. You and Soryan that is. Shall we go find morning chow?"
Yes. Although no doubt we'll be eating bugs.
Velath had spent a few hours in the rope space but most of the time on the slab that was supposed to be for their sleeping so as not to raise any suspicion. He had heard? The screams in the night, which raised no fear in him. It was mildly unsettling and had cause him a slight reduction in sleep...but such was his faith that it didn't have the effect it did on the others. When he awoke, he prepared for the day and slipped the ring over a gloved finger to put some insulation between his skin and the taint he felt. He had little to say until Volgrim mentioned eating bugs then he glanced at him with a wry smile and said humorlessly I've eaten worse. In fact some beetles and ants are quite delicious. Just stay away from eating spiders. You can't get their venom sacs out without contamination of their bodies and you don't want your tongue and throat to swell up... he looked at everyone with a deadpan face...let them wonder if he was kidding...or not.
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Having had a short snack (dried lizard meat, some mushrooms and moss with spices, sweet beetles) in an impressive hall with a large curved table in the form of a sprouted and very hard mushroom (obviously, its growth was somehow directed, since the hat itself is the surface of the table, perfectly flat and at the same height), at which three or four dozen drow can sit at the same time, you go to the inner courtyard. The taste of strange food and diluted bittersweet mushroom wine is still in your mouth when you see the Slavesmother Undamesta, beckoning you with a gesture.
As you approach, you see male drow tied by the hands to an X-shaped structure in the distance. He is stripped to the waist and hanging with his back to you, unconscious. The reason is obvious - he was terribly beaten with whips, and pieces of skin, meat and tendons now hang in ribbons among the mess that used to be his back. It's hard to say if he's still alive or not.
Undamesta catches your eye. House rings. Never take them off. Wherever you are. She says it in such a sweet voice that it becomes especially unpleasant. You are now servants of House Vonnarc. Remove the rings once and punishment will follow. Take it off twice - death. Or something worse. A slight half-smile runs across Slavemother's lips. It is clear that she does not choose words when communicating with you and absolutely does not care if her words offend you.
You, you and you. She points to Velath, Colgrim and Cuthalian. You will be guard servitors. You and you. She points to Soryan and
Cirok. You will be servitors around the house.
Then she says in a matter-of-fact voice that Soryan and Cirok will go to clean clothes, Colgrim will go on patrol, Velath will stand guard on the palace wall, and Cuthalian will be sent to drill.
Undamesta lets you go with a gesture.