<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132283.msg6401613#msg6401613">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 07-06-2012, 02:02:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Aeriyon only</div><div class="spoiler_body">When you slither through the gab in under the doors, it was tight but you managed squeeze through. You see with your serpent eyes the room beyond. It was classic cult ceremony center with stone benches, altar and carved pentagram on the floor and some torn and burned tomes laying in near by desks.<br/><br/>You firstly see rear end of a female drow (http://elvespictures.com/images/gallery/uploads_big/Female-Drow-Wizard-by-LazarusReturns-30.jpg) with a dyed dark purple hair in knot flowing down on her back and she wearing a spider silk bikini and greaves which depicted traditional Lolthite symbols. She was alluring but she was kneeling in front of a dark winged woman in crimson red dress (http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/X/xRogueX/1096880901_sdarkangel.JPG) who was sitting on altar in graceful regal manner. The woman sitting on altar looked at the moment kneeling drow woman who was....kissing her feet? With obvious delight while the woman remained regal, authorative yet so alluring it made Aeriyon have moment of urge just bow towards this woman and call her his mistress and hoping for delights promised in red clad femine figure which is both hinted and promoted. Woman in altar was smiling and playing her fingers through drow's hair and musing; <strong>"Hmmmm, damn noisy all that figthing. Barely can keep thought focused on subject at hand..."</strong> Her voice was like sweet honey which was beautiful to listen and addicted to anyone listen more her beautiful wonderful voice.<br/></div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Aeriyon<br/>Location: Lower Level, Building in Ghetto of Scholars<br/>Tagged: GM<br/>HP:108 AC: 22 Init: 28 (Since he hasn't been involved in anything that would require it til now)<br/>----------------------<br/><br/>Aeriyon remained in his serpent form for the time being; glad that serpents didn't find humanoids appealing and the pull of that female didn't affect him at all; not in the way she might've thought it would.  His mind was focused and selecting his target now focusing more on the regal looking woman on the throne there; studying her. Watching her personality and it seemed like she wanted to play at being a matron but there was something...off about her. He couldn't put his finger on it but it seemed liek something was wrong here.  But he'd focus on her in specific almost like ...something was goign on. (Setting up for a Death attack.) He'd keep hidden (Hide Check: 1d20a35 Result: 50) and revert back to his dark elf form crouching in the shadows; blending into them as he watched. The only thing he'd do is move back into deeper shadows crouching low against one of the dark walls while listening to them to try and pick up some kind of intel on what was going on. (5ft Step & Listen check: 1d20a17 Result: 35) (do I require a will save or something here to ignore the effect or is that just you being descriptive?)