First Daughter's Quarters<br/>Abduxuel<br/><br/><br/>"You already have a gift for the Dread Mistress? I was going to suggest you find a well endowed slave for him. You know how he enjoys destroying a paragon of masculinity..." Myzriel seemed a bit distracted as he spoke with Micarmur'ss, mostly because he was able to observe everything Izerel did. In this way Abduxuel had yet another set of eyes even if he didn't intend to. "Well if you need advice, he has no magical gloved or bracelets. He also lacks a a proper mages robe, but if do comission a robe for him it will not only cost a lot but you must be careful that it doesn't resemble the garb of male mages. Do you remember what happened to the mageling who gave him an academy issued spellbook?" Trust was practically unknown in drow culture, but Myriel and Izerel trusted Micarmur'ss and had nothing to gain from his downfall. The Blackguard and the Fiend were Abduxuel's most prized posessions. As Myzriel saw it he would gain power by making sure Abduxuel did, not by undermining Micarmur'ss.<br/><br/>"I get something too? That's so sweet I'd offer to suck you off if I didn't know your dick was owned." Myzriel chuckled while he gently petted the enlarged white widow that served as Abduxuel's familiar. Then he looked sharply at the towering drow warrior. "Abduxuel is teleporting here!" Mere seconds after he spoke the air in the room felt charged with energy as space folded and Abduxuel appeared along with the slaves at his waist and Izerel inside of him.<br/><br/>"Hello my precious children." Abduxuel greeted Micar and Myzriel, but quickly explained, "We don't have time to dawdle there are devils that need to be fought. I plan to show a bothersome pleasure devil what the poiwer to beguile really means. Also we may need to ensure a fatal accident befalls an allied mage's familiar. It spoke of anothers beauty in my presance without agknowledging mine". Inadvertantly, the Imp had insulted the beauty obsessed first daughter. Like any female Abduxuel wasn't the type to let things slide by. Once more Abduxuel sapped the life energy out of the slaves at his waist. "Unchain me from these two, i've sucked so much out of them today they are about ready to collapse. There is nothing to be gained by bringing them into battle with us." He commanded Micarmur'ss and told the slaves "You know where to go"<br/><br/>"Now my dears come away with me...my magic will bring us where we need to be" Abduxuel grinned provocativly at Micar and Myzriel.<br/><br/>"I travel light!" Myriel said as he faded into the etheral plane and moved inside Micarmur'ss horrid whip.<br/><br/>Abduxuel spread his wings and wrapped his arms abive his brother's shoulders, wanting to be held. "The matron is weaker than I remember her being. Play smart and by dawn it may be my turn to snuff the light out as the one controlling this house!" Abduxuel wickedly added before teleporting them back into the action.<br/><br/>OOC: Abduxuel casts teleport, Myzriel posessed Micar's whip and gives it the bane and fiercebane properties for Outsider (Lawful) as well as increasing it's enhancement bonus by 3. (Fiercebane increases critical hit damage, and makes the weapon glow if a creature of the type it's keyed against is within 60 ft., even if the wielder cant see it. Magic Item Compendium)<br/>