<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Ungrath</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283007.msg13921610#msg13921610)</div>(https://i.imgur.com/txRkijR.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>HP:</strong> 352/352 <strong>AC:</strong>44 <strong>Ini:</strong>+13<br/><strong>Spot</strong>+26, <strong>Listen</strong>+26<br/>Dark Vision 60ft, Mindsight (300'ft)<br/><strong>Buffs:</strong> Soulmelds active as in CS, Enlarge self, Bite of the Wererat, Force of Will Aura</div></div></div></div></div>"Impatient?" Ungrath asked the lords and ladies already inquiring the next step. She spoke to all not otherwise occupied, "How long did we wait for this? We have time. She has time to spawn. She has time to cut the spawn if they're funny. I would like to see the succubus draw blade. See what your princess is made of. And her spawn. I could watch days." Though her patience was merely a paper thin veil, kept up by the knowledge Vholdran had given them - the promise of even greater powers to seek out. She too ached to make a move, to embark on a quest to devour, indulge in her new power, and to amass more. She might have. Ungrath of old would have. However, she now remembered the power of unity, both of her fleet and that of the overlods. Something hungry burned a dull green shade in Ungrath's humanoid eyes as her tentacles flailed about excitedly. "Better wait, prepare. Perhaps he has the next vision, perhaps not. I too hunger to go. An urge burns to leave and paint Feywilds with color of the insides. But, that is foolish greed of a small mind.<br/><br/>"I know only of destroying and taking, but of taking I know much, yes. Have dreams withered so that a plot of mortal dirt satisfies you? What was the worth of mortal land to you before Ligeia? Centuries were given to us in rebirth and where did we go alone? Dark Lords yes, but puny still, pathetic, tiny, frail. Big and strong, yes. I feel the power too, but is this the power you remember? I remember more, so much more. He dreamed to rip Gods from their seats, and you of ruling life and death. We thought big. I rarely saw the hoops of your plot in life, I doubt I see them now either, but where will ten years more with those sons take you? I would not take scraps and go alone back into depths and stagnate.<br/><br/>"I want those treasures from the last world, but first, do we not already have power to take something else? Eight of us here... How many layers could we take? How many planes at the bottom where nobody will see the ripple until it's beyond their control? Could we hunt a God already? Or the descendants of those heroes and hypocrites who made us fall? Find them and make them suffer. That of course, not so productive either," Ungrath admitted, her anger towards the heroes calming to a grin as she added, "But worth?"