<strong>Abduxuel (Izerel and Myzriel)</strong>In the Ghetto of Scholars<br/>HP: 93/79 (22 AC, F 11, Ref 11, Will 17)<br/>Heart of Water, Fallse Life, Heart of Air, Voice of the Dragon, Circle Magic, Alter Form, Mage Armor<br/><br/>Space magically folded upon itself for a brief moment. Abduxuel appeared, carried in the arms of a 9 ft tall muscular drow male clad in glistening metalic armor.<br/><br/>The first daughter used her telepathy to inform her brother of the new faces. *The two drow women are Janafae, a dragon mounted knight of some sort, and Xhyri'Neerune, a yochlol. Be careful around her. The handmaiden's of Lolth are difficult to controll, even for me. There is a male mage around here somewhere as well who's familiar needs a brutal lesson in the standards of beauty.*<br/><br/>"I'm back and I brought one of my brother's to assist us. Do we know where our enemies hide?" Abduxuel asked, still held in the strong arms of Micarmur'ss. He didn't know his thoughts were potentially being read by Xhyri'Neerune rendering his telepathic conversation a lot less private then he had thought. Since the power was a result of his transformation into a pleasure devil it was unknown to the others that he could even use telepathy.<br/><br/>"We must show these fiends what it means to make an enemy of our house and attack our matron. In death though they will be redeemed as part of my own loving family. The assassins especially..." She spoke out, making a show of righteous indignation and loyalty. Then again turned to telepathy *Assist but leave the Pleasure Devil mostly to me, I want her to despair as she realizes she is the inferior Brachina. Do be careful not to lose control of your mind to her, My Beast. I will be angry if I have to waste my time getting you back under my heel.*  Abduxuel knew from her own use of mind control that large warrior types were easier to dominate then the more magically inclined. Dark powers made Micarmur'ss more resilient to such influences then one would think, but by no means was he immune. The first daughter hardly ever noticed the deficency in her evocative magics as the style of the school itself ran very opposite to her mindset. Ocationally though she felt the desire for all the abjurations she never learned.