<strong>Wrath and a "Golden Ticket" </strong><br/>Location: Arach-Tinilith, Matron Mistress Triel's Chambers<br/><div class="floatright"><strong>Matron Mistress Triel Baenre</strong><br/>(http://grimstonestudios.com/files/triel_baenre.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><em>The two "potentials" and Triel were standing in the Matron Mistress's office, which seemed rather plush to be considered an office.  Triel had her desk facing the door, along the back wall.  However, there were also couches, chairs, and tables within the room all masterfully crafted.</em><br/><br/>Triel at first stood leaning against her desk, arms crossed over her chest, letting the two argue.  However, then with an angry look she stood and shouted, "Enough!" as she snapped her snake headed whip from her belt and lashed it out angrily, snapping the whip right in front of the students' faces.  The five snake heads hissing and snapping wanting to bite into the students' flesh, but Triel yanked the adamantine handle pulling the enchanted snakes back from the students' faces.<br/><br/>"If neither of you can behave, I will have you both thrown to my Acolytes to use as sacrifices.  Or maybe I'll just have your will crushed just enough, so you can't fight back, but so you will remember every bit of what happens and can still serve as one of my brother's pets.  I'm sure, that would humble you to know that you would serve a male for the rest of your days." Triel said with her grip still tightened about the adamantine handle of her whip, the five snake heads writhing about, as she stared at Alonia and EtheIzz'Min.<br/><br/>"I am but asking for such a simple task, and you are wanting to fight with each other?  Why, do so when you are the only two females in your class?  Prove to those petty males, that you are better than they are!  And I am giving you such an even better opportunity, to do so.  Take advantage of it." Triel finished, with an evil grin.<br/><br/>She leaned back on her desk as she replaced her whip onto her belt. "As for your question my dear EtheIzz'Min, yes... do well, and you just might be offered an opportunity to join us.  Impress us well enough, and we just might even invite your entire family."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Feelings in Faith to the Spider Queen</strong><br/>Location: Arach-Tinilith, Prayer Studies<br/><div class="floatright"><strong>Mistress Iraeuitna Dyrr</strong><br/>(http://grimstonestudios.com/files/iraeuitna_dyrr.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Mistress Iraeuitna Dyrr looked around the room, then looked back to Ameesril.  "Acolyte Ameesril, should we not enjoy our time in prayer?  Is there something wrong with seeking comfort or joy, while we seek to please our goddess?" she paused, then spoke again. "Are those accursed surface elves whom we once thought to be our kin, the only ones who know joy?  The Spider Queen saved us from those accursed fools!  And has shown us a greater way, but she does not deny us joy, does she?  No, in fact... we are her children, and if we are not happy, nor is she.  So why should we not express our thanks to her in comfort?" she finished.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>You Again, What do you want, this time?!</strong><br/>Location: Sorcere, Conjuration studies<br/><div class="floatright"><strong>Master Jevan Shobalar</strong><br/>(http://grimstonestudios.com/files/jevan_shobalar.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>"Well let's get started shall we." Master Jevan says, as he pulls a key from his robe to open the chest and pulls a few things from it.  While Haelan easily knows that none of the objects would be required for a simple<em>Summon Monster</em>spell or in all of Haelan's studies, he has never seen any of the objects necessary to be used in any sort of summoning spell at all.  Master Jevan has tossed everything from a small black bag, which well could be used for a summoning spell... to a small gemstone on his desk.<br/><br/>After he has finished gathering the objects from the chest, Master Jevan closes the chest and tucks the key back into his robe with a small grin. "Alright then, now please remain in your seats and do not try to cast any spells or in anyway harm the creature I am going to summon.  It will only result in you having a much more painful death, than the failure of an Apprentice, that Archmage Gromph turned into nothing more than dust."<br/><br/>With that Master Jevan tossed in the small black bag into the brazier, which caused a brief and sudden explosion within the low burning coals, which caused the flame to come to life.  After which Master Jevan held forth the small emerald he had set on his desk as he chanted, bringing forth a Barbazu.<br/><br/>The Barbazu stood facing Master Jevan in front of the brazier right between the front row of seats and the edge of the brazier.  The Barbazu, stared down Master Jevan, not looking happy as it turned about and scanned its surroundings.  The expression even on its monstrous face, however...seemed to give away the fact that it had been here before...<br/><br/>"And what do you want?!  Do you have another offering for me?" the Barbazu said in Infernal, as it turned back to Master Jevan.<br/><br/>