Abduxuel (Izerel and Myzriel)  In the Ghetto of Scholars<br/>HP: 93/79 (22 AC, F 11, Ref 11, Will 17)<br/>Heart of Water, Fallse Life, Heart of Air, Voice of the Dragon, Circle Magic, Alter Form, Mage Armor<br/><br/>(http://www.toddlockwood.com/resources/images/galleries/dnd/02/vampyre.jpg)<br/><br/>"The male is handling the lesser fiends all by himself now? How special..." Abduxuel crooned out his words to be dripping with sultry sarcasm. "Ah Xeranth! How nice of you to join us. I did notice some of the wards. I feel silly now that I didn't realize it was all your handywork. The magical lacings look like they were put together by an addled child. I'd have thought that would have let me know much sooner." Abduxuel smiled and flittered down from his brother's arms. "The lack of teleportation wards seemed to have been beneficial, but I have to wonder if they wouldn't prevent the problem from ever occoring. And why the precautions against etheral travel? That's mostly the perview of ghosts and there has been no sign of unded here."<br/><br/>The matron's warning about incomming devils brought Abduxuel's attention back to strategy. "The fiends will not be a problem for long, I assure you." The first daughter began to cast a spell that she altered slightly from it's standard form. First she activated a ring she owned (one that matched a different ring worn by her brother) then, while casting, she drained some of her own willpower to add to the spell. "The chill of death embraces all" her voice eccoed as the air around the matron solidified into a freezing mist while the ground froze in slick ice.<br/><br/>Tarennar's arrival drew the sardonic first daughter's attention. Abduxuel always sought to make new connections, and with her plans to kill her mother approaching fruitation she would do much to secure an ally and deny one to her mother. She reached out telepathically to the psion *All of house Llaeoth thanks you for your assistance, which i'm sure will be rewarded. Great riches and pleasures could await you though if you would think before forming alliances with those declining in power. At a better time perhaps we can discuss the possibilities...personally*<br/><br/>"Our Matron says fiends are comming. Let's not dissipoitn them, My Beast" Abduxuel said, urging Micarmur'ss into battle. Abduxuel also telepathically spoke to Myzriel *If Xeranth's magics aren't stopping you..enter her body!* If Myzriel could just get inside the matron he could slowly vex and wear her down until he had the power to take her over entirely and bring about her demise.<br/><br/>"Janafae, you will not be hindered by the spell I just cast. The chilling mist I conjured that looks so light to you is nearly impossibly for others to navigate through."<br/><br/>(OOC: Cast selective freezing fog. As 'Solid Fog' onscuring vision and hampering movement in a 20 ft cube, but also a ice slick functioning as a greese spell and 1d6 cold damage per round. - Micarmur'ss, Janafae, and Faeremhara have been made immune to the spell so they can move and see freely. Something they can use to their advantage. Abduxuel Suffers one point of wisdom damage from using metaphysical metamagic to spontaneously apply the feat to the spell)