Abduxuel Llaeoth<br/>Ghetto of Scholars<br/>Hp 98/89<br/>Ac 29 (Touch 19)<br/>Voice of the Dragon (11 hr), Heroes Feast (11hr), Superior Resistance (23 hr), Belt of the Dread Empress (-2 Armor Check), Contingencies (Permanent)<br/><br/><br/>“Eventually they all come crawling back...” A familiar voice purred out among the commotion as the first 'daughter' appeared in the residue of a transportation spell. He nearly always dressed in revealing garments of all white. In public ,as he was, he would use minor grammar magics to appear unambiguously female, lest some stupid male get the wrong idea about exactly what he was. This time he even had pristine white wings; the result of some spell he cast, or perhaps the craft of his consort. Abduxuel always had so many supernatural schemes going on that it was nearly impossible for anyone to fully know what he had at any given time.<br/><br/>“Fashionably late as usual.... We have a minor infestation I see. I didn't summon these ones, but i'll be more then happy to exterminate them” Attached by barbed chains to the evil priestess' waist were two strong surface warriors, their soul purpose was to lend their suffering to power Abduxuel's magic. The belt Abduxuel wore was a horrifically vile creation given to him by Lolth herself. His older sister, the original first daughter of house Llaeoth, was the first who died upon it . While he tried to keep the victims of his belt alive, accidents did happen. Consequently he was always willing to pay well for well muscled hearty men to bind to him.<br/><br/>Currently the Llaeoth Matron had no daughter that could even hope to rival Abduxuel.  Since Faeremhara was currently secure in her position as matron so Abduxuel kept his attentions off her by trying to foster a rivalry with the former house mage. Unfortunately Abduxuel's magic outclassed his so significantly that the first daughter was functioning as an unofficial house mage anyway.  Unknown to him though was among the new arrivals was an arcanist at least worthy of the position.<br/><br/>“Isn't it a shame Matron that out little mage can barely summon an imp much less banish a horde of devils.”  The only thing odd about Abduxuel currently was that he was not with his brother Micarmur'ss. A situation that usually only arose when the priestess had Micar attending to something else. "Have you done some redecorating among your favorites? There are some faces I don't recognize...."<br/><br/><br/>OOC: (Okay so there are no enemies in visual range atm from what I gather?)