<strong>Location: House Llaeloth's Throne Room</strong><br/><strong>Time: Morning</strong><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Janafae Llaeloth</span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=351159)<br/><strong>HP</strong>153/153<br/><strong>AC</strong>27; Touch 10; Flat-footed 27<br/><strong>Status</strong>Golden Barding (Zekolyn, +8 Armor), Greater One Mind (Janafae and Zekolyn, +4 Listen and Spot, +2 Attack and Melee Damage), Greater Magic Weapon (+2 Lance); 20 hours<br/><strong>Condition</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>The punishment of Janafae's poor half-breed sister was exquisite.  The Anti-Paladin may not have had much love for her 'Mother', but she had to admit, the woman certainly was gifted in the arts of dealing out both pain and pleasure.  She always seemed to know how to deal out that little extra bit of pleasure that made the pain all the more humiliating...  A trick that the Knight hoped to pick up for herself some day, preferably by the time she took over the House.<br/><br/>After the pleasing spectacle came shocking and terrible news, however.  One of the House's assets, it seemed, had come under attack from a rampaging band of devils.  It was a bold move, and one that would normally be squashed by the House's standing army.  This time, though, given their distinguished visitor, it looked like the Matron wished to handle things herself...<br/><br/><em>"Come my Knight.  This should be... entertaining."</em><br/><br/>And, it seemed, the Yochlol herself wished to watch, and perhaps to see her in action, as well.  At a quick prompt from Zekolyn, she nodded towards him, and he walked forward, shedding his humanoid guise in favor of his true draconic form.  A long, sinuous beast that was a deep purple in coloration, every movement sent his scales rippling with the eldritch energies contained within his body.  A pair of long, spiraling horns jutted back from the top of his head, and emerald eyes watched the Knight as she made her way to her steed's side.<br/><br/>Hopping on with practiced ease, Janafae watched Xhyri'Neerune carefully, ready to hold out a hand and help her into the saddle if the Handmaiden of Lolth wished to ride with her.