<strong>Location: Ghetto of Scholars<br/>Time: Morning<br/><br/>Janafae, Faeremhara, Elvas'thrae, Abduxuel, Micarmur'ss, Tarennar, Aeriyon </strong><br/><br/>HP: 140/155   AC: 24 (flat 15, touch 19)<br/>SR: 19      DR: 10 (good)<br/>Status: Normal   Effects: Mind Blank (permanent), Mass Flight (110 minutes) Haste (9 Rounds)<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/Yochlol_Pic.JPG)</div><br/>Xyhri’s red eyes flicked up at Aeriyon’s lethal attack on matron Faeremhara. The Matron’s sudden death momentarily stunned the Yochlol; connected as she was with the Matrons thoughts. Even as she focused on the assassin it was still plain that his pathetic excuse was a blatant lie. She was impressed though with how despite Faeremhara being quite dead, that she was able to condemn the others for failing to protect her; but praise and conveniently leave with the First Daughter.<br/>The Brachina chimed in claiming that the assassin’s actions were her doing. She wasn’t sure that was true but she would learn the truth. Her eyes narrowed as she sought to enspell Aeriyon’s will; though before she could draw on the magic of her gifts the Devil chanted her own spell.<br/>The handmaiden hissed in rage and pain as the shrieking sonic blast ripped through the tomb, the stone shattering even as the infernal energies burned her demon flesh. The flash of the assassin’s daylight pellet was lost on her as she rolled out of crumbling tomb.<br/><br/>She could hear Abduxuel call for a general retreat back to the House. Given the state of the tomb and the sudden and final ending of Janafae and Zekolyn’s thoughts told her that they had perished in the collapsing tomb. Somehow fitting for the pair to perish in such a unexciting way. staying here for long was not an option. Though she seemed to have some unfinished business yet.<br/>XyhriNeerune’s crimson eyes fixed on the House Mage as he regained his feet seeming to be a livid as her.<br/><br/>“It seems Lolth has chosen Faeremhara’s fate, as well as the Knight and her mount.” Xyhri said as she moved closer to Elvas; even as she licked the blood from her cut lip. “Now you get to choose your fate.” The demonic Yochlol purred to the wizard.