The glowing lake below Lilth My'athar was calm , and as dark as usual , while a drow , coming that way, seemed to be studying its surface.
His velvet purple clothes were rich and exotic , leaving his well built chest uncovered, his hair were tied in an exotic fashion, several pigtails on the sides of his head, and a few larger ones, on the back.
After a few minutes another figure approached, smaller and darker than the other drow , but after a quick whispering, the figure disappeared as quickly as it came , but not without leaving a message:
"Jabbress Aalak , the Ilharess , is waiting for you, Alev " , the message was as simple as this, but it would have brought many conseguences, and the arachnomancer seemed to perceive that , despite of his apparent calm, a few tiny spiders were running around his feet, a clear sign of his excitement , for the messenger, before disappearing added " Jabbress Omulu is there as well ".
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He quickly sank onto his knees once in the throne room , so fabolously wealthy to give a shiver on his back , especially if compared to the relatively naked surroundings.
He was raised to live by the drow rules, and so he did, his interest laid in spiders and magic, and his obediance to the favoured children of the spider Queen, was as natural as his breathing itself , but still, he was surprised when Jabbress Aalak, the Ilharess, with a soft, evil chukle, demanded him to show hospitality to the new Drowess by being her chair , getting on all fours for her.
He did that without a question or a grunt, of course, and he was stunned by the graceful, nonchalnt way the new Jabbress sat on his back, naturally, lifting her feet now and then, without the smallest hesitation , or care for the male under her.
A iron personality, as hard as steel, what he was thaught to apprecciate and rever , so he struggled to stay still during the long conversation between the two females, obviously, the two most powerful females of the city , dealing to work together rather than fighting one each other.
Jabbress Omulu seemed to admire Jabbress Aalak, in a way, for her ...diplomatic skills, one could say , her ability to be double faced, opportunist , ready to use every mean at disposal to reach her goal , and last but not least, her indipendence from the self proclaimed Valsharess.
But the surprises for the arachnomancer weren't over , happy to have found a strong ally for her throne, Ilharess Aalak, gave him to Jabbress Omulu as a sign of the many things she can offer to the ones supporting her position.
He was ordered to follow her , which he did , and expectably, the Jabbress didn't need much effort to make her comfortable with her new male, of whose she seemed pleased, about his obediance and blind devotion.
A new house, a new city, a new property , and good beginning for Jabbress Umulu, she was appointed by the Matron as HeadMage , basically, a position where she only has to answer to the Ilharess herself , and even got a male for her own amusement , a powerful mage, properly brainwashed, one who wouldn't ever betray her , unlike ...some other male, owned by some other Drowess, once.
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Omulu taps her fingers on her chin wondering why she suddenly has the urge to find out more about Blue's staff.
BeantwoordenVerwijderen" I know !" she sais pointing her indexfinger in the air while a big grin decorates her face. Laughing in her lair she goes to get her sword before making her way to the Ilharess's tower.
" Perhaps She just needs to be remembered to how curious she is about that staff, there is this faint odour of the Shadow Plain emerging from this whole thing."
Thinking to herself that these things have a tendency to leave traces for those who have eyes to see.