Vorn would look to respond, but heard the sound of fighting nearby. It was outside the web, deeper into the city, so Vorn would look towards Aunrae. "<b>Well, my lovely spider, it appears our destination has been pre-ordained." </b>He said, as he began moving towards the noise. It seemed there was a fight going on between Duergar scavengers and....a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F2c%2F8e%2F19%2F2c8e1903a409d18f4d6f1d4cd7db698b.jpg&amp;hash=6284350f4eb3e7bc47425afc6bb932c1" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2c/8e/19/2c8e1903a409d18f4d6f1d4cd7db698b.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Human Paladin</a>?!  That was just what they needed, another holier-than-art-though knight in shining armor. However, as Vorn thought this, they'd both notice that this woman was....different. She bore a terrifying aura, her fighting style was brutal, savage almost, and she had no madness of devotion or lust for vengeance, just the grim face that this was necessary. It took a moment tor realize what she was- a Knight Tyrant.<br/><br/>The Knight Tyrant's and Iron Monger's were Paladins who swore to the Oath of Conquest. The Oath of Conquest calls to paladins who seek glory in battle and the subjugation of their enemies. It isn’t enough for these paladins to establish order. They must crush their enemies to dust. Those who swear this oath gather into grim orders that serve gods or philosophies of war and well-ordered might. Some of these paladins go so far as to consort with the powers of the Nine Hells, valuing the rule of law over the balm of mercy. The arch-devil Bel, warlord of Avernus, counts many of these paladins — called hell knights — as his most ardent supporters. Hell knights cover their armor with trophies taken from fallen enemies, a grim warning to any who dare oppose them and the decrees of their lords.<br/><br/>She bore a necklace of fingers from Duergar, and embedded on the spikes of her armor, eyes of beholders. Along with that, it was.....could it be? Was that a scale of a Black Dragon around her wrist on a charm?! Dragon Slayers were rare, this was a prize find! To Paladins like this, it wasn't about Right or Wrong- Law and Order must be<i>enforced. </i>She was a Hell-Knight herself, though she didn't bear Bel's traditional Standard. She must be a Free knight, one who had yet to swear fealty to a Lord.<br/><br/>Vorn saw an opportunity- This woman could be useful, and getting a Knight Tyran'ts oath was a binding contract, though she appeared to be protecting the building she was situated near. Vorn would look towards Aunrae and give a curt nod, as he held up his hand. Soon, lightning would snap and crackle, before striking into one of the Duergar Scavengers, promptly killing them. The Duergar saw him, and they saw Aunrae and her cloak of shadow, thus began to flee. Given her regal appearance, they likely believed she was a Great Matron, and the Duergar knew better than to attack a Great House.<br/><br/>Daft Fools, but smart in their own way.<br/><br/>Vorn would approach the woman, who kept her steely gaze upon the two, as she kept her posture serious. "<b>It seems we crossed paths at an opportune time, Servant of Order. Might I ask you your name?" <br/>
</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">The woman appeared to be gauging them, as if contemplating their intent, before speaking up. "<b>Silifrey Stormwind, Paladin of Lolth, of the Neverwinter Temple." </b></span><br/><br/>A Paladin of Lolth from Neverwinter? Did Lolth's influence already reach that far? Truly, times were changing. Vorn would narrow his eyes, wondering if this woman was lying. "<b>I wasn't aware there was a Temple in Neverwinter for the Dark Mistress."</b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"<b>We are shunned in public society, but you cannot have a multi-racial city without some slipping through the cracks. Lolth's Society breeds strength. Through Strength, you gain power, and through power, you gain victory. While the Duke parties and wastes his time, the Kingdom of Many-Arrows marches forward. I will not suffer him or the gods he serves if it means the absolute destruction of my home- so, We worship in the shadows. Lolth will grant us the strength to protect what is ours when we prove ourselves worthy of it, we need only wait and fight for it."</b></span><br/><br/>"<b>We?"<br/>
</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"><b>"Come. I am sure they'll appreciate a Voice of Lolth in this darkness." </b>She said, looking towards Aunrae with respect, as she stepped inside the building. Inside was a pyre of incense, as <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Forig15.deviantart.net%2F55be%2Ff%2F2013%2F133%2F6%2Ff%2Fleslielee_cult_copy_by_lafemmedart218-d6546r5.jpg&amp;hash=3d1df8c0d4cb67aedb333642b360801b" href="https://orig15.deviantart.net/55be/f/2013/133/6/f/leslielee_cult_copy_by_lafemmedart218-d6546r5.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Cultists of Lolth</a> tended a makeshift Altar in their private sanctum. Mercenaries, Foot Soldiers, and Laborers worshipped at the altar. Aunrae likely could see the benefit of having cultists from another city, especially one such as Neverwinter- Not only would it provide aid in retaking Menzoberranzan, but the long-reaching effects could be beyond beneficial. If they could convince them to ally with their group, they could have them weaken Neverwinter from the inside, before taking the city for themselves. However, this would require calling upon their devotion to incite them.<br/>
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and as it happened, a certain priestess DID have the appearance of a Noble Woman of Loth's great society. Who else to speak the Dark Mistresses will than this Agent of Shadow?<br/>
</span><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="653" data-username="@Mikaela Corvid" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/653/">@Mikaela Corvid</a>(sorry this took a bit)