“Why thank you Mara. I have been wondering if you would be interested in acting as a messenger for me on occasion. You can teleport yourself as you please if I am correct?”  Mara was rather charming, able to disguise herself, and highly mobile. It seemed like something she was made to do.<br/><br/>Jerion ended conversation just to smile at Mara and shout “We Accept Her!”, as his presence entered her mind and attempted to forge a semi-permanent link between them. Once the bond solidified Mara was metaphysically connected to Jerion, and through him to numerous others. She could hear their voices in her head. It felt like normal telepathy, but at a much greater range.<br/><br/>Jerion: “Gooble! Gabble! She's one of us, one of us...”<br/><br/>Lenore: “Ah welcome to our little group. Don't you feel safe now Knowing that his royal highness can use his power on you no matter where you are, and that he doesn't have to waste time and energy trying to bypass any resistance you may muster. Ha!”<br/><br/>Hellen Vaughan: “What is that thing she wearing?”<br/><br/>Alhazred: “...How many people can Jerion link himself to anyway?”<br/><br/>R'lyeh: “It's fitting that you're here. Welcome, and don't let Lenore scare you. Prince Jerion only edits our memories or switches our minds out with that of a cow on special occasions.”<br/><br/>Ysran: “You will never be alone”<br/><br/><br/>Bal-Sagoth: “This is the first time we have had a true fiend in the collective. Jerion, does it feel different to connect to her? How do you feel Mara?”<br/><br/>Tzimisce: “Oh Mara I'm so excited to have you inside of me.”<br/><br/>Eisheth-Zenunim: “You can do more with your link than just mindspeech. If you don't figure it out yourself I'll explain it all later. It's very simple.”<br/><br/><br/>Tzimisce, as usual, wasn't wearing anything other then his chains and piercings. When he saw Eisheth looking at him he spread his legs further apart to give a better view. He really enjoyed his easy life of being Eisheth's sex toy. Eisheth's eyes darted away from her toy to look at someone she saw behind him.<br/><br/><br/>Tzimisce stood in respect when Lord Calovis entered. He may be naked, but he was still familiar with protocols. He had been greeting most of the guests up to this point anyway. Eisheth knew a little bit about the new arrival, he had some kind of military operation in the works. “Ah Lord Calovis Le’Quella-Durothil” Eisheth's said as she approached him, deciding to use his full name initially. She held her hand out to him palm down, “It's not often I have such pleasure... as having you visit.”<br/><br/>Jerion telepathically cheered through the collective. “Fuck his ass so hard that he wont be able to sit right for weeks. It's always best to give these Lords something to remember you by!”