<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Arachne, the White Recluse, Oracle of Lolth</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=441080)</span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>171/171<br/><strong>AC:</strong>35 (flat 20, touch 25)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal, Nude (Unarmoured, Jewelry)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Flattery?"</span></strong>Arachne replied, a little amusement in her voice.<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I hope the Chosen of our Dark Mother fills his days with more then simply flirt to her divine servants?"</span></strong>, She continued in a more serious but teasing tone, at the same time planting her hands firmly on her hips.<br/><br/>After her teasing she returned to a more serious tone.<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"The Dark Mother has blessed and honored me by communing some of her visions of the future to me...and now I am honored by her chosen as well."</span></strong>Arachne never stood truely still, her spider legs slowly carrying her around the room.<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"So the Chosen wishes to know what the Dark Lady has in store for him, yes? I see you came here empty handed, so how will you pay for my services?"</span></strong>