<strong>Ilmlim</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=329381)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>119/119<br/><strong>AC:</strong>21 (flat 17, touch 14)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Disguise 35 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32086), Blindsight 60ft, invisible to darkvision<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Throne on Third Floor/9:05 a.m./Lird'yl</strong><br/><br/>Again at the call of Lird'yl, Ilmlim was up on his feet following her. It was fairly safe in the house, but being paranoid all the time was part of drow life. Being lax for even a second could end in death. He had been on the surface before, and everyone he had met had hated or feared the drow. However it was much safer up there. After all the number one killer of the drow are the drow.<br/><br/>Only the fittest survives is the law of the land, and their is no better way of proving your power over a rival than having them killed. Ilmlim could only imagine that was the thought on Vesz'erd's mind. The matron was taking a liking to Ilmlim, and without being her favorite consort, Vesz'erd was just the fool that let the mines be sabotaged. He would need to be Lird'yl's number one lover if Vesz'erd didn't want to find himself strapped to an alter of Loth. His two options were to stop sucking at his job, or kill the competition. Knowing how full blooded drow feel about their half blooded cousins, Ilmlim realized that he would be to arrogant to know which was the easier task.<br/><br/>Up in the throne room, Ilmlim never knew how to act. He wasn't really schooled in throne room  etiquette at the orphanage his birth mother left him at. He always felt awkward being in the room. Something in his guts felt twisted and nervous. He tried his hardest to not stick out, staying quietly just standing off the side. He just tried to blend with the others as the orders were given. Trying not to draw to the fact he was the only half-drow in the room.<br/><br/>Lird'yl gave orders and continued to be the busy mother she was. Sending her children out to do the bidding of the house. He was well aware of the other family members of the house. He didn't know them on a personal level, but it's a safe bet anyone in the house is a heartless, cut throat, killer. It's not something you would say to their faces, even if some of them would take it as a complement. However Ilmlim doubted that his favor with the matron would allow him to disrespect a female of the house.<br/><br/>When she got down to just him and her, discussing their orders more privately, he felt more relaxed. It didn't feel so much of a formal meeting anymore. He relished in the praise she was giving him. He took pleasure from it, and it only fed his desire for more. "I would be honored my Matron, and if they do cause trouble for you, just say the word, and I will let the streets run with the blood of your foes." He smiled and drummed his fingers on his sheathed blades. "I should let you know that my disguises are just illusions personal to myself. I can disguise you and Vesz'erd, but I would need clothes and make up to do it. However those will pale in comparison to the illusion."