Abduxuel:<br/>HP: 60/79 (22 AC, F 11, Ref 11, Will 17) ~ Micar: Hp 116/129 (21 AC, F 21, R 14, W 15)<br/>Heart of Water, Heart of Air, Voice of the Dragon, Circle Magic, Alter Form, Mage Armor,<br/><br/>"That's good enough for now Zeranth. I have more important people to deal with, but don't think for a moment that I have forgotten about you." Abduxuel wasn't sure if Zeranth should even be left alive. If the warlock's loyalty could be assured than it would be best to retain him and eventually give him a chance to regain some power. He was just strong enough to have made himself an annoyance to Abduxuel when he was the first daughter, and Abduxuel was not one to forgive.<br/><br/>"It doesn't have to be a drow corpse. I'm sure there are secluded monasteries with the devoted ripe for the taking. I may even be tempted to dominate one myself." Abduxuel turned away from the Brachina for a moment to ogle the throne that stood in command of the room. His delicate heels clacked against the stone floor as he balanced perfectly up the steps to sit upon it. "You must have a high opinion of me if you think I'll be one of the five strongest matrons so quickly."  The brachina did have a point. Now that Abduxuel controlled the house his new goal would be advancing it.<br/><br/>"Mother, remember that time with the Trumpet Archon, the corralax, and the mound of stillborn zombie fetuses? I'm sure you can solve any problem in time." Izerel said through the former matron's body.<br/><br/>"What do you suggest I do exactly with this wish, and more importantly what will it cost me? I like to keep my dealings with your kind to a minimum...for obvious reasons." Abduxuel crooned.<br/><br/><br/><em>"If I could posses her we would have temporary access to all her power and knowledge"</em>Myzriel telepathically told the new matron.<br/><br/><em>"Stand down."</em>Abduxuel mentally commanded his consort.<em>"If I thought she could be easily controlled I'd have already had you do it. Let's try to keep everything peaceful"</em>