<em>"Mistress, be wary of these people. The goodness is practically dripping off of them!"</em>Carpathian telepathically told Mircalla. The Imp was hoping it's mistress would 'embrace' the elf and have him kill the rest of them. Mircalla's plans were quite a bit more long termed and not so disastrous for anyone in the room.<br/><br/>One of the twins was in Mircallas room preparing his inventions as requested. Jerion usually took the position of a tactical adviser when the need to fight arose, augmenting his skill with magical support to increase allies effectiveness. As things stood though he was dismantling some of his most relied upon inventions to provide daily utility. Mircalla's coffin was immense and had to be shrunk down to be easily transported, among other things.<br/><br/>One half of Jerion remained though and was still examining the ioun stone for traces of magic. "Tis easy enough for me to describe my own selves." Jerion addressed the elf's in his usual flowery and quirky way of speaking. "To understand my powers best thee might wish to understand me...I am something called a Dvati, a pair of twins with a single soul, or if you prefer a soul with two bodies. My twin is my life, love and other half. I could not live without him even if I desired it, which I would not wish to do. "<br/><br/>After examining the stone he sat up straighter and cracked his neck. Unlike Mircalla he was enjoying a small plate of select foods and enjoying the wine their hostess had bought. "I never met my real parents. I was adopted by the DuVore family of mercantile mages. My twin and I were tutored well and expected to use what we learned to the DuVore's benefit. Even now I still maintain my connections and could very well procure more money for sold goods then thou ever could.<em> (Rule wise his "Mercantile Background" feat lets him sell items for 75% market value instead of the standard 50%)</em><br/><br/>"Get to the good part my dear.." Mircalla turned her body toward the conversation and crossed one ankle over the other as she leaned inward on her chair. Her newly formed breasts pushed against each other as she did, bringing more the smooth alabaster skin she had into view<br/><br/>Jerion smiled. "I found out my adopted family acquired me by making a deal with a Handmaiden devil to kill my birth parents so they could acquire my twin and I. It was the handmaiden who herself who told us, thinking we would actually care and desire some sort of vengeance. I'm not certain why she assumed I would have any loyalty to the one's who spawned me, but it impressed her that I didn't. Consequently she took me as a lover and taught me some very special things. I always had a knack for making magic items and can make practically anything, and for much less time and money then most anyone else would require. "<em>(25% off time and cost to make magic items and the ability to make just about anything.)<br/></em>"The handmaiden knew how to take spirit form and enter objects, vehicles, and people. She told me once how she possessed a crown and controlled a royal family for generations through it. Her magic gave me the ability to turn into a swan and stripped away my humanity and made me a creature like her so I too could become a fiend of possession. It is what I am training for..."<br/><br/>Mircalla finally interjected in her voice of velvet darkness. "Jerion eventually found reason of his own to leave the DuVore Family. He haunted the woodlands outside of a trade city where his trickery caused the locals to speak of  'The Ghost of Swan'. I thought it was another sylvan spirit of the night and offered to help the inhabitants. I indented to ally with The Ghost of Swan from the beginning rather than drive it out. I didn't realize just how amicable he would be. Both of Jerion are my most treasured possession." Mircalla rose to move closer to Bael, her hips swaying gently within the restricted black cloth of her expensive gown. "Thank you for the compliment. . . As for myself I was born to a Nymph mother who hated men and romantic love. My magic is gained through the study of primal forces beyond what the eyes can see and the ears can hear. My source of power is the cold embrace of night that has existed since the dawn of time and will forever exist beyond gods and people. It's no idle boast to say that i'm a natural at this and that my magic is very strong. Hags embrace me as a sister in their arts and you would be surprised at what mundane and magical delicacies I can cook up.  I am an excellent chef and the scent alone would make your mouth water."<br/><br/>She reached out a slender hand and brushed Bael's hair away from his face with her long decorated nails. She circled slowly around Bael and Momo looking down at them through her cool purple eyes. Then she walked over to Layla who wasn't looking so great. What Bael said suggested a possible pregnancy so Mircalla sniffed the air around her. Children had a very distinct smell, though some young creatures were just to alien to smell like children. "I've also embraced my inhuman nature and I have many powers that come from that." Mircalla was beginning to suspect Bael might not be 'just' an elf, but if he wasn't it was obvious that he tried to be. She was not going to come out and say that she came from the most evil and decadent of fey and was also a shameless vampire. If everyone stayed around her they would eventually find out, but by then she suspected they would be dependent on her and not offer much protest.<br/><br/>"As I said my interest is not with the monsters, but with those who hunt the monsters. You adventurers are what drew me here. Doubtless I will eventually 'adventure' myself but my interest isn't so much what I do as who I do it with..." Her whole purpose was to branch outward and dig her proverbial and literal fangs into everything she could and increase her power. Her existence could potentially be eternal but many of her kind were ended by those with a lust for money and adventure. A calculated risk here could give her the resources to be untouchable later. She didn't mention all that but she did offer a tactical explanation "Jerion and I have vast power but it is subtle in nature. We can use others and make them succeed or suffer as we choose, yet on our own we are vulnerable and very poor at killing a threat until we render it unable to fight back."<br/><br/>Jerion noticed Momo's change and smiled. "Pink is a marvelous colour! So is green and together they look like open bruised flesh!" He truly was an oddball.<br/><br/>(Jerion and Mircalla have massive utility but can't take or dish out a beating)<br/><br/><strong>Actions</strong>Jerion tried to see if the ioun stone still has the curse or any other magical properties: Spellcraft (18 +13) = 31<br/>Mircalla sniffs for children.