He clapped his hands, ignoring a hiss of displeasure from Flitz as the scratches stopped. "Yah, story time. Alright kids, listen well, and stuff."<br/><br/>He quickly organized his thoughts, before speaking. "Malcanthet is an elder succubus, blackguard trained, with a hellfire wyrm for a mount. She has exactly two beings she trusts, both elder succubi that have been with her since she either spawned or fell, a monk and bard. If one is somewhere, the other two are within easy assistance range. She owns a fortress in a plane of the abyss, and has ruled a section of it since she got it. A fairly small section to be sure, but still part of the abyss. The only reason she doesn't have more is cause she doesn't WANT more. Verified through independent investigations on my own. She and her two friends don't conform to the normal lusts, but rather to other kinds. Her lust is blood lust, though I am not entirely sure about the other two.<br/><br/>Why I have equipment from her. I managed to impress her by..."<br/><br/>He paused, actually looked at the party, and then shrugged. "By orchestrating the death of another descendant, a half fiend. Since then, she has kept at least a little attention on me, rarely tossing me items when it amuses her. Those runes are the latest ones, the three metal sticks on my hip the first ones."<br/><br/>He pulled two of the sticks off, and tossed one to the kitsune, another to the elf for them to examine. "Yes, they came like that. Like I said, her items are equally helpful and hindering."