<div class="floatleft">(http://thenightbelow.pbworks.com/w/file/fetch/49788203/Eriadora%20Slavegirl.jpg)</div><strong>Location: Ghetto of Chattel, City Outskirts: Wizard Aseph's residence.<br/>Time: Early Morning<br/>Tags:Eriadora, Zaer(DM)<br/><br/>Eriadora<br/>HP: 144/144<br/>AC: 12 (flat 10, touch 12)<br/>Status: Normal<br/>Effects: None<br/></strong><br/><br/>Eriadora kept her head down and eyes averted as soon as Aseph appeared.  Meek and demure, she couldn't bear to meet his gaze, knowing that his eyes would be full of gleeful scorn for this broken girl whom he had taken and made into a pleasure slave.  It filled her with shame and humiliation to even be seen by this wizard, reminding her of all that she had lost in her ill-fated venture against the archmage.  Even now, it was difficult to not not jump in both fear and anticipation at his every word, so thoroughly had his training permeated her very being, that the sheer tone of his words could crumble her will and resolve.  But the small core of steel inside the last bastion of her faith kept her from bolting and kowtowing her head to to the flagstones.  She had escaped him twice, and now she belonged to another who promised her freedom someday.  Maybe, just maybe she didn't have to fear this terrible drow anymore... she kept from trembling and hoped that their business here would be concluded soon.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132283.msg5999068#msg5999068">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 15-03-2012, 13:16:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://drowcampaign.roleplaynexus.com/images/MDrow13.jpg)Aseph clearly was approaching to middle age of drow life span, which more than tells about his ability to survive in ruthless drow society where most drow die less than in century or two in age. He sipped from wine glass at that point, his sharp intelligent red eyes looked on Tarennar and after the sip he smiled to him and his smile grew to grin when he saw Eriadora and said; "A fine purchase there good sir! She's fine slave if I say so myself! Had some difficulties training her, the little runt had swift legs so had to break them down she is not that quick in feet to run off! Please take seat Tarennar, I am curious to hear your business proposal."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>