<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nNIYbWT.png)</div><strong>Ilivarrra Auvyrahel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2311445)</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Matron's Throne Room<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ilivarrra stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 124/124<br/><strong>PP</strong> 57/57<br/><strong>AC</strong> 30 (+5 Dex, +8 Monk’s Belt, +4 Bracers of Armor, +3 morale, touch 26, flat-footed 17<br/><strong>Additional Bonuses</strong> Darkvision 180’<br/><br/><strong>Active Buffs</strong> <br/></div></div><br/><strong>Mantle Auras </strong>(25ft): Perception (+4 morale to Initiative/Listen/Spot), Defense (+3 morale to AC)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mother wanted to see them. That in itself wasn’t really all that interesting. It was the<em>reason</em>behind it that had Ilivarrra curious. She didn’t care much for the politicking of the rest of Drow society, but at times it was amusing to watch from afar. The aloof daughter decided to take her time arriving, she finished first with some ledgers for her moneylending business. It was a profitable enterprise, and one that afforded her some leverage among the lower class citizens and foreigners. Influence was always such a nice thing to carry.<br/><br/>With business out of the way it was time for pleasure. She removed the sheer robe she was wearing, the faint lights of her room shimmering briefly against the gossamer spider silk as it floated to her bed. She examined her nude form briefly within a full-length mirror as she thought things over. Eventually coming to a decision she put on the leather corset shiftweave, with a series of finger snaps it shifted quickly from outfit to outfit, settling on a white silk outfit which contrasted nicely with dark tone of her skin. The skirt ended just at her thighs, making her legs seem even longer than they normally looked. The outfit left her chest exposed, the dress ending just below her breasts, but a cropped vermillion jacket of a similar silky material hung from her shoulders though it remained open, teasing the possibility that it may slip farther open to reveal her chest (https://i.imgur.com/8zI8S0Z.gifv). She finished the outfit with the rest of her magical equipment as well as a spider-silk choker around her neck.<br/><br/>The way to the throne room wasn’t difficult, nor long, but she took her time to walk the halls. Even taking her time as she did, Ilivarrra arrived soon within the throne room where many of the others had already arrived. She looked over towards the Illithid and his companion—or was it slave?—as well as the other commoner Drow and her slave. She smiled to them both, it was a well-practiced gesture for Ilivarrra. "It seems everyone is coming to see Mother," she commented to no one in particular before she started walking over towards the rest of her family.<br/><br/>She made her way first to her elder brother, Erevan. "My darling older brother," she spoke in a saccharine tone, "how have you been? It seems like it’s been<em>so</em>long since we last spoke." Whether that was even true was anyone’s guess. Rather than wait for him to offer any kind sentimental greeting she decided to slip around behind him and give him a little hug from behind, resting her cheek to his shoulder as she did.<br/><br/>She slipped away from Erevan quickly enough to greet her sister-brother Abduxuel. "And my older-younger sister," she greeted with a smirk as if she were enjoying a joke that only the two of them were privy to, "so glad to see you as well. What do you suppose Matron Mother has in store for us?"