<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0HMukVO.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Headmistress Ravensoul</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://imgur.com/Ct9gzNL.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Yanna Bonebreak</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/eUb4ISN.jpg)</div></div></div><br/>As soon as Zerxel touched the rack with the magical armor on it, the lights in the room faded.  The other two racks fell into deep shadow while a light above the rack she'd touched remained brightly lit from above.  It was obvious that she'd made her choice, and while she considered trying for another rack, she wisely dismissed it.  In addition she somehow sensed that there was no way she'd get away with such a blatant theft, and quite frankly, she had no idea what sort of punishment might come along with stealing from the judges.  Still as her fingers touched the soft silk of the black, silver, and purple lingerie, she felt powerful magic entwined in it, and knew she'd made a good decison.  Sliding out of her simple contestant's robe, she began dressing in the silken garment.  As the pieces touched her hands, she felt the strength in the silk.  Though it was wispy and empherical and did little to cover her modesty, she had no doubt that it would not easily be sundered like normal silk.<br/><br/>She started with the firmest piece, that which was woven through with the most mithril threads, the corset.  It cupped her breasts and pushed them up as she fastened it about her body, and the cool silk felt wonderful against her nipples.  Then the silk stockings which seemed to stretch just enough to cover her legs to her upper thigh.  The stockings attached by a delicate silken strap to the bottom of the corset and then she reached for the panties.  The silk was practically see through in the front and the wisps of her tightly trimmed pubes could be seen through the sheer material, the silver mithril accents at the top of the panties only seeming to highlight her sex, not hide it.  One finger slid down along her sex to adjust it, as the triangle of fabric in front narrowed quite rapidly to a single string that then ran backwards between the cleft of her butt cheeks before splitting into four seperate strings, two wrapping over each hip to rejoin the triangle at the front.  She couldn't resist a slight shiver of pleasure as the string of fabric settled between the very bottom cleft of her sex.  The silken sleeves, like the stockings seemed to expand to form a skin tight silken cling about her arms, almost all the way up her upper arm.  A Black silk and mithril choker, with shoulder pads completed the sexy lingerie, with a few other straps that ran down to the corset and the sleeves, holding everything in place.<br/><br/>She wished for a mirror in that moment, but the judge of cyril spoke,<strong>"Take the blades and touch them to the gems on the garment."</strong><br/><br/>Zerxel did so, noting that while the scimitars were simple in design, they were well balanced.  Maybe not as well made as a drow or dwarf craftsman might make them, but better than she'd hoped by the plain look of them.  When she touched the first scimitar to an amythyst that adorned the top of her left stocking, the scimitar vanished instantly.  The jewel glowed with the faintest purple light and she looked at it for a moment before touching the gem.  The instant that she touched the gem, the scimitar appeared in her hand again.   Useful, the gems could be used to store items!  With a total of twelve amythysts on the outfit, it could come in very handy.  She was sure there were some limits to the storage, but she'd have to figure that out later.  The black leather boots with sturdy high heels on them came last, strapping up tightly to just below her knee.<br/><br/>Then she was ready, there was nothing more to do in this room.   With a nod to the judge, she indicated that she is ready to continue.  She was then brought to a large circular room.  Every few feet a small, round platform etched with runes.  Zerxel knew these were the sending terminals, once she steps on these, it will be the last time she stands on the ground she knows before being sent into the arena, the first layer of the dungeon.  She also knows that the terminals are often randomized and the choice of which terminal to stand on doesn't often correlate to her location in the arena, so she takes the nearest open one.  Looking around she sees several of her other contestants standing ready, some look nervous, some determined, some almost giddy with anticipation.  But more than that, she notices the way the other contestants are equipped.  Most of those already present are clad in nothing but the default uniform.  Did these women fail to gain sponsorship?  Did their sponsorship come in some fashion other than gear?<br/><br/>She notices many of them looking at her style of dress and murmuring quietly to those nearby, but then others begin filtering in.  Many of whom she knows not very well, others hardly at all, and some very familiar faces.  Sinthra & Chindra, the elvish sisters are naked save the default boots, but each of them bear swords, carried openly and bared in their hands.  Evii, seeming determined and less clueless then usual strides in wearing the normal outfit and bearing a staff that glows softly at the tip.  She finally catches slight of Bo, though the dwarven woman is clad in the default uniform, she notices that the woman clutches a sturdy looking staff of very dark wood in her hands.  At four feet in length, it's as tall as the dwarven woman is, and Zerxel can't help but wonder at the amusement the sponsors must have felt giving Bogroudrid Tharhani Leathershield a weapon that bears the same name as the dwarven woman uses.  Still a 'bo staff' is a useful weapon, and Zerxel knows that the dwarf is trained in it's use.  Bo however has her eyes closed and Zerxel can see the woman chanting quietly to herself, likely prayers.  Neither is she the only girl currently engaged in such acts as several are engaged in prayers or chants as the room fills up with contestants.<br/><br/>Then a hush falls over the girls as a woman in a midnight black velvet cloak strides through the room.  At the front is a small dais, which she mounts and looks out at the girls, now numbering fifty, who stand on the platform.<strong> "You all know me, I've spoken to each and every one of you at least once during the last year.  I am the new headmistress of the temple.  You may have seen me escape the dungeon two years ago, when I went by the name Ravensoul.  My druidic magic allowed me to escape when needed, fight when necessary, and survive at all costs.  This is my message to you, as my first year as a head mistress, I have not become jaded like my predecessor, the now retired headmistress Mayweather had.  I would see all of you escape the dungeon, for I still care about you, I am still young, I still see in your faces the faces of those who fell in the dungeon with me two years ago.  I know your names, and I would see you again if you are wise, strong, swift.  If one of you makes it into the last level, into the labyrinth of Cyril," </strong>she paused and shook her head,<strong>"Well, I had not the courage to do so.  But maybe one of you is stronger than I was.  But, I do know this."</strong>She paused again and scanned the now silent contestants,<strong>"At least three of you will not make it out of the arena.  Only forty seven may enter the dungeon this year.  You will have to compete against each other to enter, and if you are defeated three times in the arena, you will be claimed by the void, gone forever more to it's dark chaos.  I wish I could tell you more but even I am restricted."</strong><br/><br/>She waited a few moments as a murmer of scared whispers rose from the girls and then spoke again clearly,<strong>"This year there has been some interest in lesser known counselors, and while the most popular do, as always, have multiple girls hoping for them, I'd remind you that a counselor is a powerful advantage, but not the only one.  Even a weak counselor is an advantage over no counselor.  Choose wisely."</strong><br/><br/>Then she nodded once and almost so quietly that Zerxel missed it, the headmistress muttered,<strong>"Send them." </strong>There was a flash of arcane power from the runes beneath her feet as the world turned a dazzling white.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The flash of white was accompanied by a surge of electricity, not painful, but coursing through Zerxel's body, she could feel it arcing along her limbs and lighting up her skin although the areas covered by her silken lingerie felt a little less effected.  It wasn't painful, but it was... stimulating.  Then, in an instant she is standing somewhere else.  Sand beneath her feet she looks around to see the strangest sight.  Above her she can see the crowd of the arena, roaring and waving.  But she can not hear them, hear not a sound in fact other than the buzzing of the eyebots flitting around.  All around her in each direction is a black wall of smoke, about ten feet in each direction, making up a twenty foot by twenty foot square of sand that she is standing roughly in the middle of.  Not directly in the middle however, as in the direct center of the space denoted by the smoky black walls is another sending platform.  There on the other side of that platform, directly opposite her stands a green skinned and confused fellow contestant.  She knows the half orc's name, Yanna she thinks.  Though the half orc looks just as confused and is looking down at her leather contestant's uniform then suddenly over to the wall.  Her eyes open broadly and Zerxel's gaze follows her.  Along each of the four walls sits a single treasure chest.<br/><br/>There is no other direction given, no clear goal, no clear purpose.  But Yanna looks back at Zerxel then and a frown creeps over her face, it's as if she's trying to decide on what to do first.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Zerxel's Enchanted Lingerie</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">________________________________________<em>Zerxel's Enchanted Lingerie</em></span></strong></span></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/>Zerxel's Enchanted Lingerie is a set of highly erotic, yet powerfully enchanted garments.  This garment will only function when worn by a woman directly against her skin with nothing above or below it.  Other garments such as boots, belts, hats, etc may be worn, but covering up with a tunic or robe blocks it's powers from working.  Since a garment of this nature has never been seen in the dungeon before, at least since the dungeon runs have been viewed, it is speculated that this garment was created for the contestant Zerxel, the first to wear it in the year 441 pi.  However it is unclear exactly where or when it was created, but it seems obvious that it was created for use in the dungeon.<br/><br/>Zerxel's Enchanted Lingerie is woven of ultra fine silk and strands of mithril threading, several amethyst gemstones and mithril filigree complete the sexy ensemble.  The garment consists of a corset, a pair of g string panties, matching stockings, sleeves, and a choker with attached pauldrons.  The garment does little to actually clothe the wearer, and in fact the sheer nature of the g-string panties means that the wearer's sex is quite visible, and the string back means her buttocks are essentially completely bare.  The corset likewise, while covering the nipples of the wearer, lifts and supports the breasts, displaying a lewd amount of cleavage.<br/><br/>The garment has the following benefits;<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>It is highly resistant to damage.  Though it confers no additional protection to the wearer.</li><li>The highly erotic cut and style of the garment grants a +1 to any roll made to seduce or entice automatically when applicable.  This isn't a +1 to the skill allowing an extra die, just a +1 to the total roll</li><li>Each of the amethysts is actually a pocket of extra dimensional storage.  Any item that the wearer owns, and holds in one hand, can be transferred to the gem instantly.  Likewise the object can be retrieved by touching the gemstone.  Only inanimate objects no heavier than a few pounds in weight or longer than the wearer's arm can be stored this way.</li><li>The final ability of the garment allows the wearer to channel her own lust into magical potential.  Any time the user wishes, she may activate the garment and gain an immediate bonus to any roll, even after it is made.  She immediately gains one point of lust upon activation.  Then she adds a bonus to her roll equal to her current lust.  This may be used as often as the user wishes, though no more than once per roll.</li></ul></td><td>   </td><td>(http://i.imgur.com/BzZMG9j.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>