<div class="floatright">(http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/DrowUnderdark_Gallery/104429.jpg)</div><strong>Location: Fane of Lolth</strong><br/><strong>Time: Early Morning</strong><br/><br/><strong>XyhriNeerune</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>155/155<br/><strong>AC: </strong>24; Touch 19; Flat-footed 15<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Condition:</strong>None<br/><br/>XyhriNeerune smiled her violet lips curling up in amusement as she watched the lesser priestesses begin the daily offering rituals to the Queen of the Demonweb.<br/>Her crimson eyes flicked over the young priestesses clad in their dark red robes the black trim accented with silver runes. She watched as they laid the daily offerings in the central brazer of the raised platform that dominated the central of the temple. Being a simple daily ceremony the offering was only gems and blood of each of the attending priestesses. Each one took a moment to draw the sacrificial dagger across their wrist, none of them making a sound as the razor sharp blade parted obsidian flesh to let warm rich red blood drip into the brazer. The last of the lesser priestesses having the honor to pour in the sacred oil and then light the flammable liquid; the flames suddenly flared up blindingly bright in the otherwise dark temple. The priestess managing to keep from flinching away from the blinding flickering orange light as it cast odd shadows over the walls and columns of the inner temple, the flickering fire light giving the multitude of carved spiders the illusion of movement as if they were moving on their own, jockeying to be closer to their Queen.<br/><br/>XyhriNeerune's lips parted in a feral grin as she sensed the faint presence of her beloved mistress, distant fleeting, even as the flames in the brazer shifted suddenly burning black and red as the offering was accepted by Lolth.<br/>She felt an uncommon but not unfamiliar pang of loneliness as the faint presence faded back to the abyss, her red eyes fixing on the young priestess that had momentarily managed to bring a fraction of her queen here. she would be rewarded for her devotion.<br/>The Yochlol was still grinning wolfishly at the priestess as the flames died away. The reward that she planned for the priestess would have to wait; she had other matters to attend to first she had found the one that she was looking for, the house that had peaked her and her sisters interests.<br/>XyhriNeerune turned back from the gallery that surrounded the inner temple sanctum, returning to the chambers that were normally reserved for the high priestess. Her ebon fingers reached out to pull the bell cord to summon the servants even as her carnelian eyes came to rest on last nights...diversion.<br/>The young priestess was still sprawled out on the disheveled silken bed sheets exhausted, amber hair tangled and matted, her dark skin showing the bruises and cuts from last nights activities; the poor girl unable to match the demons desires. Still she proved to be entertaining enough, her screams were particularly sweet. She thought to herself even as she giggled darkly.<br/>She didn't turn when she heard the servant's enter the chamber their heads bowed in respect.<br/><br/>"Take this one to her rooms and let her sisters care for her," waved her hand in the direction of the unconscious priestess, " Inform the high priestess that I wish to know the location of House Llaeloth and that I expect her to come inform me personally." She continured as she headed towards the quarters private bathing chamber, "And tell priestess Zesstra that I was impressed with her skill in leading the offering for this day." The Yochlol said her violet lips curled in a smirk as she passed through the spider web curtains that separated the bathing chamber form the main room.<br/><br/>