<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong> Lird'yl d'Szeossen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=329803)</strong></span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>22 (flat 18, touch 12)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><em>Aura of truth [zone of truth], 20 ft. (Will DC: 22), Blindsense, 20 ft.</em><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Main Area on Ground Floor/9:30 a.m./Kerath Al'Sanbone</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC: Krayz rolled a 19 for a total of 26 on Diplomacy. The results were sent in via a PM.</div></div><br/>At the pit fighter's brazen move, Vas'lochar seemed flattered as a seductive smile came over her lips and she coyly lowered her gaze.  "Well, that is a very tempting offer."  Nibbling at her lower lip, she seemed to consider the matter before giving a nod.  "Okay, that's a deal.  Fifteen platinum for the information.  But I can only give the House d'Szeossen promise for a single topic: either Gillard or the Mil'royath family."  She continued on quickly to forestall any protests.  "I would love to do more for you, Kerath, I really would!  But the Matron..." her gaze became hooded.  "I don't think I could justify doing more.  Sorry!"<br/><br/>A short giggle followed afterward as the minute cloud of guilt seemed to vanish.  "Also, I expect a dinner out of this!  After one of your victorious fights, of course!"  Then, she waited for him to tell her what topic so she could begin her search.<br/><br/><strong>Elvas'thrae's Personal Quarters on the Third Floor/10:15 a.m./Ilmlim/Elvas'thrae</strong><br/><br/>Elvas'thrae's personal history was fascinating, to say the least.  For a male, even one blessed with the powers of the arcane, he had lead a unique life even among the drow.  Of course, she had taken a seat on the divan and reclined on her right side, her left arm lazily draped over one hip, which a glimpse of the flawless skin beneath the azure-styled garments.  Producing a small wand, another<em>detect poison</em>was cast on the bottle of wine and assuming nothing was poisoned, she would gesture for Ilmlim to pour it.  Though admittedly, Lird'yl subtly indicated that the favored half-drow should drink first.  After observing him for a minute to ensure no ill effects, she too would partake of the wine.<br/><br/>And during this entire time, she watched him to see if there was anything that might allow her more insight into his character.  And she could tell that he had omitted  something.   Probably not an outright lie, due to the aura that she had as one of Lloth's Eyes, but something he did not want to announce.  Although since he was still largely an enigma because he was so new, it was hard to say more.  Though Lird'yl did idly wonder if it had something to do with where he was born.  Idly, she tried to recall what she knew on the matter of the city of Sshamath and to see gauge it against what he said, if it were true.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC: Rolling for Knowledge (local) for information on the City of Weavings from her own memory/studies?  34 total and a natural 20 on roll. url=/forums/dicebot.php?r=32258 </div></div><br/>Of course, the fact that he had chosen to hide something did not bother the Matron that much at all.  After all, everyone had their secrets; the drow moreso.  And a powerful drow even more.  Elvas'thrae would have been a fool if he spoke whatever was on his heart.  Although it could have also been said that Lird'yl attentions were distracted elsewhere when the newly appointed House mage began to go over some of the devices he had been developing as a slaver.  Both the box and the collar were ingenious, showing a wicked intelligence, and an appetite that well matched the Matron's own.  "I see I have chosen well in my new House mage," and although she did not quite smile, there was a gleam in her eyes that indicated that she was well pleased by what she saw.<br/><br/>Rising smoothly, Lird'yl appeared to make a decision.  "Come and follow me, Elvas'thrae.  All this talk has made me quite...<em>heated</em>.  And I too would like to show you something.  Something I believe that you would enjoy immensely." A single glance was given to Ilmlim as well, indicating that he was to follow as well.  Admittedly, the Matron was aware of the large risk she was taking.  One of the larger secrets of d'Szeossen would now be revealed to him and it was doubly dangerous.  First because she had been unable to gain a true measure of the Elvas'thrae.  Secondly because he hailed from Sshamath, and despite his honeyed words of caring nothing for what had happened there, Lird'yl knew that the mage had been raised in an environment without the rule of females and the priestesses.  Indeed, a very dangerous combination and a potentially volatile one if she made a mistake in her choice.<br/><br/>Yet the thought, the sheer delight, of providing adequate funding to finish the punishment box, and then using the<em>collar of concubine,</em>to enslave Dirzyl Shi'quos to her will was too much to pass up.  Her fingers itched to place that ruby-studded mithril collar around the haughty second daughter as she begged and pleaded.  To have the second daughter at her beck and call, to keep her as a warning to those who would think of crossing House d'Szeossen was altogether too delicious.<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Lird'yl's Personal Torture Chambers/10:30 a.m./Dirzyl/Ilmlim/Elvas'thrae</strong><br/><br/>Entering the chambers once more, the room was filled with the fragrance of female sweat and musk.  Given the gagged moans from Iivdril and Drizyl, it seemed as if the competition was still going without pause.  Neither party wanted the punishment that awaited them if they failed.  And the Matron closely watched the reactions of the two males, to see how they reacted to the sight of the three bound, drow woman, humiliated and engaged in such a carnal act of pleasuring one another.  Of course, Ilmlim had been aware that a few captives had been taken by the House Shi'quos although he had not known in detail to what their exact fate was.  And Elvas'thrae would have had no idea prior to the current sight he was now seeing of the debauched sight, cruel even by drow standards.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC: Sense Motive to determine Ilmlim's thoughts and Elvas'thrae's thoughts: 30 url=/forums/dicebot.php?r=32259</div></div><br/>"This is the House Shi'quos."  With a confidence oozing from every pore, Lird'yl came up to the three bound woman and introduced each one.  "The one kneeling in between the legs is Shurjss, the niece of Dirzyl Shi'quos.  She's quite the talent with her tongue; I've enjoyed training her in her role as a facesitter."  Reaching out with two fingers, she did rub the bare, exposed lips of Shurjss until she began to moan, shudder, and drip.  "Although she did miss out on the fun the other two are having."<br/><br/>"This..."  Lird'yl tweaked the spidersilk that connected the nipple clamps they vibrated the discolored, dark purple nipples trapped in them.  "...is the second daughter of Shi'quos, Dirzyl.  A disgraceful cunt who is learning her role to respect her betters.  Today she had the audacity to insult me, which is why she is in her current situation, her tongue buried in the ass of her daughter, Iivdril.  Who admittedly may even be a bigger slut than the mother that birthed her."  Reaching down, she loosened the chains connecting Iivdril to Dirzyl's face so the younger drow could escape her mother's tongue lashing.  Then, she ungagged Dirzyl but not before tracing her own fingers across the lips of the second daughter, swiping some of the juices that Iivdril left behind.  With great relish, she licked them before smirking at Dirzyl.  "Did your own daughter taste sweet?"  she asked mockingly to the second daughter.  "You should thank me for allowing you such an opportunity; it's not often that a mother gets to taste her own daughter's juices like you are right now."<br/><br/>Reaching over, Lird'yl picked up the thin, wooden cane once more.  "They were having a little competition.  For every single orgasm Dirzyl suffered, I said I would add one stroke to those tits of hers and one more gold coin to the pan, which you see..." she gestured to the dangling pan containing the ten gold with the seal of Shi'quos.  "And I would subtract five strokes from Iivdril's and Shurjss' poor asses.  But for every orgasm Iivdril suffered, I would subtract a stroke and coin from Dirzyl, but Shurjss and Iivdril would suffer five strokes to their asses.  So I wonder who came out victorious in this little encounter..."<br/><br/>Turning to Ilmlim, she tilted her head.  "Do any of these interest you,<em>alak'olin</em>?  If you'd like, I believe your recent service had called for a reward.  Pick a hole and relieve yourself, if you so wish."  She laughed cruelly again at the horror and disgust the three drow females displayed.  To be taken by a lowly male, a half-drow, was utterly repugnant to them.<br/><br/>Then, she regarded Elvas'thrae with a heavy-lidded look.  "So how does this sight interest you, hmmm?  Yes, books are enticing and the secrets of the arcane are fascinating in their own right.  But for me, these pale in comparison to the canvas of the body.  To paint, to mold, as I will.  And I do your need, in particular, those devices you showed me earlier for this purpose.  I could think of a more fitting fate for the second daughter than to live out all her days as my most intimidate bond-slave.  Will you assist me in this matter?"  Of course, it was not really a question, but more of a command given the tone in which Lird'yl spoke it.