<div class="floatright">(http://img.4plebs.org/boards/tg/image/1366/65/1366654559563.jpg)</div><strong>Sabisstra Melafin</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=927855)<br/><br/>The drow looked at the sorcerer with the best game face she could muster at the sight of the dark one's real face. She was not sure she managed to conceal her mixed feelings towards the completely alien face. Still, he was ready to negotiate and go along with her suggestion, and that was good enough for her.<br/><br/>"Very well, sorcerer. Here is something not many know outside drow society, mostly because very few live long after learning such information. Surely you know the basics of drow society, the game that keeps us strong and always keen and aware... our hierarchy ruled by the high priestesses, but only the best who make it through their academy years know what ritual these priestesses have to undergo to earn their rank and favor with the goddess..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Religion check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Knowledge (Religion): 15+7=22<br/>Sabisstra speaks about the graduation ceremony of drow academies, where a young priestess is to summon a glabrezu demon and mate with it in front of everyone to become a high priestess of Lolth, and that at times the priestess remains heavy with child after the unholy union, spawning a draegloth monstrosity, a bastard half drow and half demon, usually viewed as a blessing of the Spider Queen upon the house.</div></div><br/>As she spoke, she smiled. After learning this, nobody looked the same at the priestesses again.<br/>She stopped to consider Haristar's offer. She had little to lose by telling him the truth. Even if her enemies  learned she was here, they wouldn't have bothered with an expedition into the Abyss just to get her. They would much rather have a laugh at her expense, ignorant of the threads she was already weaving here.<br/><br/>"Very well. Let my real name remain unspoken, but I come from a powerful and influential house of my city, Ust Natha. I was born as the middle girl of seven sisters, and a number of worthless brothers, most of them dead by now. I was directing a strike against a rival house, to make ours further ascend in rank at the order of my oldest sister, a high priestess who is matron mother since the unfortunate demise of our blood mother." She paused here for a moment, letting the implication sink in that she watched her sister offer herself and get raped by a glabrezu.<br/>"After the attack I was betrayed and knocked out from behind when I cornered the last of the nobles, the cowering male lover of their matron, who couldn't even defend himself. Without a doubt, it was one of my own that betrayed and sold me into slavery... perhaps one of my younger sisters wished to ascend in position, or my elders thought I was going to do the same and meant to assassinate them. I admit they weren't mistaken, but the real identity of the responsible party is likely one of my family. As for my craft dear Haristar, like yourself I am a collector of information, though I deal with less lore and more secrets of the practical kind..." she spoke softly, still weary that they were listened in on.<br/><br/>Sabisstra inspected the man for a while, saying nothing while she observed the shifting spots on his pale face.<br/>"I have spoken now, time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain. And don't try anything funny, mage. I will know before you do."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sabisstra is ready to kill him with her bare hands if he attempt to cast a hostile spell on her, so she will ready an underhanded/death attack in case he triest to harm or enslave her.</div></div>