<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong> Lird'yl d'Szeossen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=329803)</strong></span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>20 (flat 18, touch 12)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Dining Hall on Third Floor/8:55 a.m./Ilmlim</strong><br/><br/>Lird'yl all but purred in content as Ilmlim skillfully ate from her hand and then licked her fingers, his tongue caressing those slender digits in the most delightful of ways.  Yes, the half-drow was truly talented with his tongue.  From the glint in his eye, she could also tell that he could taste her other prize that she was presenting to him--the sweet scent from Dirzyl Shi'quos mingled with her own.   After all, he was part of the reason that they had been able to capture some of the House of Shi'quos.  His unorthodox battle tactics along with a cunning that was even beyond most full-blooded drow had gained him a level of notoriety among those who actually understood what had happened.  Perhaps after they had finished visiting Elvas'thrae in his newly acquired chambers, the Matron would take both the new House mage and her current favorite to pay a visit to the fallen members of Shi'quos in her torture chambers.  Beyond a shadow of a doubt, there would be no greater humiliation than for them to abase themselves in front of lowly male drow.  She could imagine the horror on Dirzyl's face when she would be forced to orgasm in front of the two males as her niece ate her out.<br/><br/>Vesz'erd pretended to ignore the exchange between the Matron and Ilmlim, but inwardly, he was already wondering how to remove his rival.  And while he wondered, he idly thumbed one of the sheathed scimitars that he wore around his waist.  He knew that Lird'yl had not been pleased to hear of the sabotage attempt on the mines, an operation that was under his supervision and control.  It was only because there was no loss of time in the mine's operation that he was still standing here.<br/><br/>But soon, breakfast came to an end as Lird'yl smoothly rose from her seat.  "Come, Ilmlim," she stated imperiously.  "You come as well," she remarked as she shot a glance to Vesz'erd.  Then, she began to make her way to the throne room.  From here, she would set a few things in motion before attending to more serious matters for the day.<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Throne on Third Floor/9:05 a.m./Ilmlim</strong><br/><br/>Seated on the polished throne of carved rowan wood, an expensive wood to transport to the Underdark, Lird'yl looked every inch the Matron.  With her right leg crossed over her left and her arms resting on each side of the elaborately carved arms, she inclined her head.  Then, the first matter was brought before her concerning the attempted sabotage at the mines.  "Bae'dia, I will leave this to you.  Take another with you, a rogue of some sorts, and begin to investigate this matter.  First, go to the mines and see if there are any further details to be discovered.  Then, go into the city and see what rumors you might turn up.  Such as any recent large purchases of stone fire.  Or any recent movements from the duegar.  Whatever you find, report to me."<br/><br/>The female drow bard in question gave a low sweeping bow.  "It shall be as you say, Matron."  She was one of the higher ranking members of d'Szeossen, and a niece to Lird'yl.  Her skill with the flute and dance often allowed her entrance into many of the city's more noble areas and gave her the opportunity to work among the higher echelons.<br/><br/>Next, another female drow was brought in.  This one was Erelintra, one of the newer, promising torturers, a drow fighter.  This one was actually one of Lird'yl's younger sisters.  Always passionate.  Always foolish.  Much like her eldest son that had just perished.  Erelintra had been careless this month, killing two of the elven slaves with her enthusiasm.  The result?  A loss of 5,000 gold.  Her features were carefully schooled to prevent any emotion as she stiffly saluted Lird'yl.  "Erelintra," she said slowly as if savoring the word.  "I admire your enthusiasm and understand the...rush that can come from the nature of the work you do.  For this reason alone, you are still breathing.  Otherwise, I would have ordered you executed for your incompetence in handling this matter."  A cruel look came to her eyes.  "In fact, I might consider it..."  At those words, the dual scimitars of her consort, Vesz'erd slide free with a steely rasp.<br/><br/>"But, I am feeling generous today.  Instead, you will be sent on a raid to the surface.  Pick another four to accompany you.  And I expect you to bring back an equal or greater value in terms of slaves.  Otherwise..."  Lird'yl licked her lips hungrily.  "Well, there will be plenty of room at the auction block for you to pay back your debt."<br/><br/>At those words, the other drow bowed.  "Thank you, Matron..."  Her tone was muted, but still sounded slightly relieved as she too exited to prepare for the journey to the surface.<br/><br/>And at this point, a small tiny bat came fluttering in and landed at the top of Lird'yl's throne.  As she held out her right hand, the bat landed in it before presenting its leg.  Quickly, the note was unfurled and scanned.  "Ah, Vas'lochar..."  She called out, as a female drow beguiler looked towards the Matron, a whimsical smile on her face.  This one, Lird'yl was the most wary of.  She was the fourth daughter of one of her younger sisters and despite her relative unimportance to the bloodline, Vas'lochar was quite important when it came to dealing with the day-to-day affairs of what was going on.  "I will leave this matter to you.  Apparently, we have a guest, Kerath Al'Sanbone, a pit fighter of no small renown who is seeking an answer.  Negotiate a fair price for what he seeks."<br/><br/>A small, vapid giggle came from the drow beguiler.  "Of course, Matron dearest.  Just leave everything to me!" she stated this with a type of cheerfulness that seemed jarringly out of place in the somber atmosphere of the throne room.  Giving a short curtsy with a blue-ish skirt with white stripes that barely reached her mid-thigh, the beguiler seemed to energetically skip off down the hall, her elaborately done hairstyle of curls and braids bouncing after her.<br/><br/>And with the majority of the day's affairs being set into motion, Lird'yl dismissed everyone from the throne room except Ilmlim and Vesz'erd.  "You prepare for our departure to the Ghetto of Outcasts.  There is a new rival group that I fully intend to find more about."  A curtness was in her voice as her consort bowed and left silently.  Turning to Ilimlim, another smile was given.  "Ilmlim, you will accompany me.  I intend to visit Elvas'thrae and see just how much of an asset he will be to the House.  Then, you will also accompany me as my right hand when I go to the Ghetto of Outcasts.  Before we go, you will disguise myself, yourself, and Vesz'erd.  Today, our goal is not to announce our presence, but to find more about concerning our enemies.  And to see if they could be persuaded to be allies instead.  Of course, that might require your<em>other</em>services in order for them to realize that it is better to be our friend than to be our foe.  As the House of Shi'quos so recently learned to their dismay." she stated, giving a significant glance to his kukris.<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Main Area on Ground Floor/9:15 a.m./Kerath Al'Sanbone</strong><br/><br/>Kerath was ushered into the vast opening hall of the House d'Szeossen where the female drow beguiler, Vas'lochar, was awaiting him.  "Ah, Kerath!"  She waved back and forth enthusiastically, using his first name with familiarity despite them never having seen each other.  "I'm a great fan of yours!  You're<em>sooooo</em>cool!"  She clasped her hands together and swiveled her hips back and forth, appearing to be overwhelmed.  "What do you need from the House of d'Szeossen?  I will do my best to assist you!"