<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rizzid did not help, wishing to coax a response from the priestess of Lolth.  "So, Zelara, how long have you been in the priesthood, if I may ask?"<br/><br/>The commoner looked down to Zelara's belly tattoo.  "Is that the only one you have?"<br/><br/>Lenora whipped a piece of cave shrimp at her partner's cheek.  "It's Mistress Dreth, Rizzid."<br/><br/>She suddenly blushed.  "Aw shit, a thousand apologies, Mistress Dreth!"<br/><br/>Lenora sighed.  "I won't be around to muzzle you forever.  Just don't do it again."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Hm? The priesthood was my destined path from birth, but I made acolyte several years ago." Zelara's voice turned sultry, dangerous, predatory. "My, but you are an inquisitive one. Have you ever heard of the saying, 'curiosity killed the cat'? Knowledge may be gotten, but it might cost the pussy dearly..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ceremonies of the Spider Queen</span></div><br/><em>(Perception 24. The dice are finally on Zelara's side!)</em>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=84298)<br/><br/>Zelara frowned at the lack of information about her next class - no teacher, no classroom, nothing. Someone must have screwed up the scheduling, on this holy class no less, blood would have to be paid - she was beginning to wonder who she could direct complaints and inquiries to, when a prickling sensation crawled up her exposed skin. Unpleasant memories of the insect swarm surfaced, and she was about to smack the vermin flat for its insolence, but she caught herself just in time when she saw that it was in fact one of Lolth's sacred messengers.<br/><br/><em>It's in the eyes of the Green One.</em><br/><br/>She murmured a silent prayer of thanks, but didn't tarry too long - she had a class to get to, and being late on her first day would make a<em>terrible</em>impression. The draegloth statue with literal emerald eyes was conspicuous enough to find, though the teleportation process left something to be desired. She said nothing, but silently joined the rest of the class, kneeling and showing proper reverence to the representation of her Goddess.<br/><br/>Looking up, she recognized their teacher, Matron Phaundal. A dangerous place to be, to be under the direct influence of another house, and simultaneously an honor to be under the direct tutelage of a high priestess of her caliber. A student, reasonably reluctant to stick her arm in a spider-maw full of needles, dared challenge the Matron outright. Zelara had to admire her bravery, if not her sense of self-preservation.<em>She couldn't pick up the details of Phaundal's whispered reply,</em>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=84299) but it was certainly a threat, the tone sending a shiver down her spine and up her - no, no, no, now was not the time, she most certainly did not want to pop a boner in the middle of this class of all classes. Zelara held her breath, bit her lip, and willed herself to calm down; fortunately her body was cooperative this time and crisis was averted.<br/><br/>A dangerous place to be, indeed.<br/><br/>Zelara volunteered herself to be third for the ritual. It took all her willpower but she forced herself not to utter a sound or twitch a muscle as the needles bit, determined to put on a stoic display in contrast to the screamer who went before her. She had her goal in mind - Sinley. The other drow, those of her own tower, were all beneath her in station and for them to fall under her influence was the natural way of things. Sinley was the only one so far whom she saw as an equal, and thus someone worthy of being taken down until the daughter of house Sircem was licking Dreth feet - and perhaps more fun parts too.<br/><br/>She did catch Alfarna after class. "What oath did you swear?" she asked casually.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">The Second Day</span></div><br/>Morning wood! Back home, Zelara had her choice of pretty pleasure slaves to take care of such problems for her - she never had to take care of business herself, so to speak. She wasn't going to start now, either. A contest of wills later and it was over, her secret hidden once more, and she didn't even have to resort to cold water. Not today, at least. She probably needed to find a pretty toy to warm her bed, and soon. Maybe one of the girls of her tower...<br/><br/>It was her custom to wake up early to meditate and prepare her spells, timing things to come down for breakfast at the same time as everyone else. Zelara did a spit take when she saw Lolth's holy name blasphemed on a cereal box, of all things. "The name of the Goddess is not to be taken lightly," she muttered, throwing a dark look in Lenora's direction, who ignored it and proceeded to happily crunch down on her milk-soaked treat.<br/><br/>Zelara's stomach growled.<br/><br/>"All right, pass it over," she sighed, deciding to sample what was so good that it was apparently worth risking the wrath of Lolth for. She had poured out a generous heap of cereal and was splashing milk onto the pile when Lenora bit something hard. The wrath of Lolth evidently; a box of cereal probably didn't warrant full-fledged divine retribution after all, but She had made her displeasure known nonetheless.<br/><br/>The prize announcement was unexpected. The thief? Over the top.<br/><br/>And over the top of the table too, it seemed. Zelara had no use at the moment for silver skin paint, but it was the principle of the thing. If someone wanted to start a thieves' guild in her tower, they had to let her in on it and they better give her a cut, or else.<br/><br/>"Stop! Thief!" She shouted out, and more usefully, threw a<em>Dispel Magic</em>at the location of the shell. Identifying the perpetrator was as good as catching her. Where could she run or hide, after all? They had classes, they had to eat, they had to sleep.<br/><br/><em>(Caster level check 22)</em>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=84300)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Zelara: 400 XP<br/>SLA dispel magic used<br/>0th level spells: Detect Poison, Guidance, Mending, Read Magic<br/>1st level spells: Cure Light Wounds, Sanctuary, Charm Person (domain), (empty slot)<br/>2nd level spells: Cure Moderate Wounds, Invisibility (domain), (empty slot)