<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/bFZBGfs/Olga-01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lilithia Laefarial, "The Jorogumo"<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, (https://i.ibb.co/2v79NYj/Robe2.png) but with bare arms; no armour plating. Instead of the scarf, the top is held up by a metal ring attached to a choker.<br/><strong>HP:</strong>122 / 122<br/><strong>AC:</strong>32 (+1 / Evil)<strong>Touch:</strong>28 (+1 / Evil)<strong>Flat Footed:</strong>22 (+1 / Evil)<strong>CMD:</strong>39 (+4 Vs Trip, +2 Vs Disarm)<br/><strong>SR:</strong>23<strong>Immunities:</strong>Magical Sleep, All Diseases<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+13 (+2 / Evil, Paralysis & Fear)<strong>Ref:</strong>+17 (+2 / Evil)<strong>Will:</strong>+14 (+2 / Evil, Enchantment, Paralysis, Fear)<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+7<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+27<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision 120ft<br/><strong>Spells Remaining:</strong>1st 8 / 8, 2nd 8 / 8, 3rd 8 / 8, 4th 7 / 7, 5th 6 / 6, 6th 4 / 4<br/><strong>Channel Energy Remaining / Dice:</strong>8 / 6d6<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Absalom's sprawling mass had spread out before Lilithia as she stood on the prow of the passenger ship that bore her towards the city. Whilst she would have liked a more comfortable, debauched journey rather than being crammed into a single-berth lodging on a commercial passenger vessel, she knew full well that she had to conserve her wealth. She had no idea how far she would have to make her coin stretch before she got another chance to make more, after all, and since she doubted that her mission would be a quick one, it was only sensible to budget where she could. It was disappointing, of course - she loved the finer things in life, and what was the point of living if you didn't have fun while you did so? - but she had been called to a higher purpose and it would not do to fail Her Mistress simply because she couldn't go a month or so without dining on basilisk liver. There was a time and a place to be extravagant and explosive, and now wasn't it. Besides, travelling with the ordinary peasantry had its own fair share of opportunities and distraction.<br/><br/>From swapping stories of Absalom to bolster her own knowledge to spreading the teachings of Calistria to the masses, to observing the sailors at work - and many of them were rather muscular and well-built, if not handsome - she had found ways to enrich her journey. For one, it turned out that humans in particular tended to fetishize those of Elven blood, and her particularly forward nature, tempting figure and uncommonly dark skin was often enough to tempt two or three of her fellow travellers into spending the night in more...intimate arrangements. Though she often used intimacy to get what she wanted, it was admittedly nice to simply share a night of passion for passions sake. Whilst Calistria was a Mistress of intrigue and information, she was also one of lust and passion...and Lilithia had never been one to be selective about which of Her Mistresses teachings she followed. Of course, he journey had to come to an end at some point, and though she would miss the longing stares and barely-disguised lascivious leering from passenger and sailor alike - honestly, men were so easy to manipulate, and women weren't much different once you broke down those pesky societal inhibitions - she was also relieved to be back on solid ground. She could see the appeal of sailing...but for her personally, she supposed she'd always be a little bit of a land-lubber.<br/><br/>Right at that moment, however, the docks stretched out before her, bustling with activity as sailors and dockhands and cabinboys alike bustled to and fro with their daily chores. Many of them glanced at her as they passed, some of them obviously struck by her exotic-looking skintone but most of them more obviously dragging their eyes up and down her voluptuous form clad in very tight-fitting and provocatively-cut garbs. Her clothing was obviously expensive, made of fine fabrics and vibrant colours, but to put it simply, there just wasn't much of it<em>there.</em>Whilst her ample chest was covered by twin strips of fabric that ran down the length of her torso - held in place by a simple metal loop attached to a choker-like piece of neckwear that leaves her shoulders uncovered - there wasn't much more to comment on. The sides and under-edge of her chest were clearly visible, as was the center of her abdomen. As she stepped forwards, it was obvious that the front and back sash of her priestess robes were the only covering her lower half had, the sides of her thighs and the edges of her wide, sashaying hips bared for all the world to see. Some might feel uncomfortable at the brazen stares she received from many of the men she passed...but she revelled in them. Her Mistress was the Goddess of lust, after all. Every seed of it she planted was just another piece of lumber to feed The Unquenchable Fire.<br/><br/>The big question, of course, was where to begin. She needed information on Razmiran and Razmir, she needed resources and allies and she needed a way<em>into</em>Razmiran in the first place. The latter was easy enough; she'd join the Pathfinders Lodge and use their recent dealings with Razmiran to enter the state as part of the first official Lodge to be allowed into the country. That would be a simple enough feat to accomplish, considering her experience, skill and power. If she needed to make any extra donations, well, that was why she'd been saving her gold - in case she needed to grease wheels - or...she might just give the official in charge a quick taste of how sweet her appreciation could be. There was always a way to leverage what you had into what you wanted, after all. The big thing would be getting information, allies and supplies before she entered Razmiran, because once inside...she couldn't be certain that any of those things would be in plentiful supply. Of course, she was in luck. Absalom just so happened to be home to a Calistrian temple, and one that probably knew that she'd entered the city by now. She would have visited the Pleasure Salon in any case - she wouldn't even want to<em>risk</em>snubbing a High Priestess of the Lady of Vengeance - but given that it was likely to be the information center of the city and the one place most likely to have resisted infiltration by Razmiran agents? Well. It was a no brainer. Why wouldn't she avail herself of the hospitality of her sisters?<br/><br/>Besides, it was only polite for a high-ranking member like herself to pay the resident High Priestess her respects when visiting her city, now isn't it? Hell, best case scenario, she could use it as a base of operations to gather information. Her dark skin would be noticed, of course, but operating out of a temple of Elves and Half-Elves would mean that she can come and go in disguise if she had to with the barest of efforts to hide the tone of her skin. She'd want to join the lodge first, of course, just in case...but those were small details she could work out later. Either way, her first stop was the temple, to see what information she could pry out of the famous Dyrianna of Aventsar...and while she was there, maybe she could see if the rumours about her beauty and the skill of her...devotees...were true. Business<em>and</em>pleasure, just as Her Mistress would want! She chuckled softly at the thought, a lilting, suggestive little musical tune that echoed in the air around her as she ran her hands over her robes. The action served to smooth it out over her curves - the seductive movement probably drawing some extra eyes towards her - before she shifted the weight of her backpack and set off into the city. She would need to move through The Coins to get to The Ascendant court and she'd likely take the chance to note any stores or stalls of interest, but she wouldn't stay long. She could always go back, after all, and her most pressing need...was information. She could go shopping later. For the time being...she had a Priestess to meet.