<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zVY4oSQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Diero Nailo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14256531#msg14256531)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The 'fields'<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Slavery. Trying to plan an escape. Trying to Seduce the high priestess.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Field work was among the better jobs one could have here in the underdark. Of course that was like saying cyanide poisoning was the best way to day; it might be true but that didn’t mean it was somehow enjoyable. It was still working out in the field for no pay and longer hours than any rational being could be expected to function all with the threat of death or beatings if he didn’t live up to the expectations of those watching. But, since it was such a boring task, the people watching were usually the lower ranking drow or even their semi-intelligent pets.  A Quaggoth wasn’t likely to beat him just for its own enjoyment.<br/><br/>Of course that wasn’t always the case. Just five days in Diero had noticed patterns but also had observed time and again how often those patterns could break. It was more like suggestions of what might happen next rather than an unbroken pattern. Case in point, the appearance of the High Priestess. He’d only heard rumors of her and now she was standing directly in front of him. Looking at her, Diero was reminded of something an old crew-member had told him; the most dangerous creatures were usually striking in appearances, almost hypnotizing the prey. The old man likely meant how poisonous things were often brightly colored, but Diero couldn’t shake the ideas as he gazed at her. Gorgeous and likely able to kill him with a stray thought if he annoyed her. Not many women alive he knew of that would treat spiders like beloved puppies and fewer still that had what seemed to be live snakes on the end of a staff. He wondered which end was more dangerous, the purple crystal that seemed to be pulsing with magical energy or the biting serpents that were barely contained.<br/><br/>Still, the weapon rarely mattered so much as the person wielding it. Ilvara had commanded that he kneel. He couldn’t quite figure out why she was there, but that seemed less important than doing what he could to stay alive awhile longer. The thought of kneeling and thanking Lolth turned his stomach but Diero had no intentionof spending the rest of his days in the Underdark. To ensure that didn’t happeb, he’d have to play the game just enough.<br/><br/><strong>“Of course High Priestess”</strong>There was no sarcasm or threat in his voice, the half-elf falling to one knee as though giving fealty to a lord. There was a thought that crossed him as he looked up at her.<strong>“Perhaps I should thank her for gracing me with the sight of your beauty as well” </strong>It was a line dripping with honey and overly sweet, but it was only partially a ploy to try and get on the priestess’ good side. She was truly a gem and Diero couldn’t deny the urge he felt to show her what a ‘surface dweller’ could do.