<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/Sullen_succubus.jpeg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 304/304; <strong>AC:</strong> 40; <strong>Ini:</strong> +36<br/><strong>Spot/Listen:</strong> +35; <strong>Hide/Move Silently:</strong> +36<br/>Darkstalker, Mindsight 300 ft., Blindsight 30 ft.</div></div></div>"I spy something with my little eye... something that begins with... F."<br/><br/>"Fog."<br/><br/>"Hah!  Yeah, I guess that one was a little obvious.  How about M?"<br/><br/>"Mist."<br/><br/>"V?"<br/><br/>"Vapor."<br/><br/>"S."<br/><br/>That one brought about a brief pause, but the lone figure that was walking through the fog stopped and looked around briefly, taking note of her surrounding.  She was a succubus, with long, black hair and yellow eyes, dressed in a flowing garment that had the pelt of some manner of tiger carefully worked into it in an aesthetically-pleasing manner.  The voice that she had been speaking with had come from one of two swords that hung at her side, and her eyes narrowed in thought as she tried to peer through the fog around them.<br/><br/>"Sword?"<br/><br/>"Nope."<br/><br/>"Succubus."<br/><br/>"Also nope."<br/><br/>"Hmm..."  And, taking another few steps forward, the succubus stopped as the rocky outcroppings she had been picking her way through finally opened out into a valley of some sort, the fog starting to recede, improving visibility a little.  "Souls of the damned."<br/><br/>"Oh, hey, we're finally here!  And yeah, though I think these guys are called 'Shades', specifically."  The succubus considered that fact for a few seconds, then nodded.  "Anyway, that was four, so your turn."<br/><br/>"...I spy something that begins with C."  She then went on to comment, as she began taking steps forward again, ignoring the insubstantial shades as she made her way towards the castle that she had seen in the distance.<br/><br/>"C?  Hmm... C...  Hey!  We said picking stuff that's outside my range is cheating, remember?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Well well, looks like we're a little late to the party!"  The sword later commented, after they had been greeted at the door by Alactra and shown inside.  He spoke up before the Fey'ri could properly announce the pair, and those within who had already recovered their memories might perhaps find something in his voice that sounded oddly familiar... "Ooh, and I see there're plenty of hot babes here from all over the lower planes!  I hope you didn't just call my little princess all the way out here for some sort of interplanar booty call."<br/><br/>...But no, it was the succubus who was carrying the sword that was the Archfiend.  The sword itself seemed to just be an intelligent magical weapon with a tendency to mouth off to people.<br/><br/>"Er... your next guest has arrived, my Lord,"  The fallen archmage added in, remaining in the doorway once she had finished her announcement.  This particular pair was an odd duo, by her standards.  The sword she could clearly recognize as the handiwork of the infamous cursed master swordsmith, Muramasa, but while its wielder was obviously a minor Demon Lord of some sort, she couldn't recall having ever heard of a succubus wielding a Muramasa sword.  Ordinarily, she'd assume that the succubus was one of a few succubi who had risen to challenge Malcanthet for her throne, and that the sword was perhaps some recent trophy that was being carried around as an amusing trinket, but the way that this one carried herself implied that she knew quite well how to use the swords that hung at her hip.  And then there was that tiger pelt...<br/><br/>It might lead to her being late to welcome the next guest, but by now, her curiosity as to what was going on and just who some of her Master's more obscure guests were was compelling her to stay, leaving her hoping to be filled in on her Lord's plans, or at least to overhear a few juicy details.