After a few moments of agonizing contemplation they scattered, the drow
guards breaking their lines and allowing the drider and its dark mistress
entrance into the De'iytuh palace. A scuttling echo of faint clicks
followed the drider as it trundled forwards - past the huge adamantite
gates and towards the main part of the building.
Ithire took a deep breath as if to steady herself - trying to calm her heart which suddenly had jumped into a more fanatic pace; its once steady beat was now agitated and erratic. Excitement and ecstasy were probing their way through her mind as she turned her fiery eyes towards the roof of the palace - letting her crimson orbs register the calm and mesmerizing dance of the spires. Such a marvel - it's almost a pity that those beautiful spires are doomed, she mused to herself, tearing her eyes away from the towers and nudging her steed to move once more.
The drider slipped into the palace - legs clicking against what ever it set its feet upon. Dragging itself forwards - the spear-like legs gripping both floor and walls as it moved. Ithire absently ran her fingers over the head of her whip - patting the snake-head that protruded from the hilt of the whip. Such a wonderful weapon this was - crippling beyond comprehension, the pain that it could deal was feared through out the realm of Underdark. The snake-head nuzzled closer to Ithire, nudging her gently with its snout.
"Turn left," she whispered to the drider - her voice carrying a certain amount of command even though it was still low. The drider nodded slightly and reeled to the left - moving into a long, thin corridor. Thin cords of silver snaked their way through the ceiling of the corridor - glowing faintly, pulsating with a strange flickering light. Strange paintings covered the walls - the paintings radiated vague warmth - allowing them to be viewed in the heat-sensing spectrum as well as the normal eye.
The drider reached up to a door and skidded to a halt - turning around slightly to look up at its master with those glazed over orbs which had once been the eyes of Nidraitza. Stay here, commanded Ithire in the silent language - her fingers dancing through the command. Understand me, drider? Her fingers danced once more - and she awaited the arachnid's answer.
Yes, the drider responded - its fingers flickering through the words. I understand.
A faint grin grazed Ithire's lips as she quietly chanted a prayer to Lloth - praying for an ectoplasmic form that would allow her to slip through the door's material. Her outline flickered slightly - beads of magic chasing through her skin as trickles of dark blue light snaked over her body.
Slowly she extended a hand towards the door - pressing the palm of her hand against the thin adamantite door - it offered resistance to her touch at first. Suddenly a sliver of crimson erupted from the area around her hands and her fingers began to meld with the metal, slowly slipping through the material of the door. She tilted her head against the door - pressing her forehead against the cold metal - slowly she began to sink through, like a gossamer membrane of tightly wrapped spider silk it bulged and flexed as her entire face sank into the metal. She pressed another palm through the door - quickly following it with a long, slender leg - then she pulled herself all the way through.
The room which she had stepped into was dark, unlit - but no light was needed for a drow - she focused her mind on her eyes, forcing them over into the infra-red spectrum. There - on a large bed a few feet in front of her lied two shapes - their limbs entwined and they moved as one - their faces closely locked together. A smirk snuck its way into Ithire's face as she gripped her whip once more - her ebony fingers hugging closer to the hilt as she took a quiet step forwards - her eyes fixated on the two tangled silhouettes of heat.
How could they not have noticed me coming? Ithire pondered to herself - she knew that her entrance had been heard through large parts of the city of Athlar'Novis - the crumbling and blasting of an adamantite door did make quite the ruckus after all. Then it hit her - this room was completely silent, all except for the muffled moans that managed to escape the entwined silhouettes. A room isolated from the surrounding world's sounds? Interesting... and how very fortunate for me.
For a moment she stood still, letting her eyes travel over the two tightly folded figures. Who would have thought - the high priestess of house De'iytuh - a slave to simple Ssinssrigg - lust. She ran a finger along the head of her whip once more - tracing her finger between the lidless eyes of the serpent which only stared back at her - its pupils nothing more but slits.
She lifted her arm in a lazy motion - raising it towards the ceiling, only to bring it down, sending a lash through her arm and out through the whip that she wielded. The snake head of her wicked weapon was lunged forwards - its maw opened - crippling venom dripping from those large fangs that were clearly bared. The head speeded towards the two silhouettes - moving faster than most would have thought possible. And it struck true!
Ithire took a deep breath as if to steady herself - trying to calm her heart which suddenly had jumped into a more fanatic pace; its once steady beat was now agitated and erratic. Excitement and ecstasy were probing their way through her mind as she turned her fiery eyes towards the roof of the palace - letting her crimson orbs register the calm and mesmerizing dance of the spires. Such a marvel - it's almost a pity that those beautiful spires are doomed, she mused to herself, tearing her eyes away from the towers and nudging her steed to move once more.
The drider slipped into the palace - legs clicking against what ever it set its feet upon. Dragging itself forwards - the spear-like legs gripping both floor and walls as it moved. Ithire absently ran her fingers over the head of her whip - patting the snake-head that protruded from the hilt of the whip. Such a wonderful weapon this was - crippling beyond comprehension, the pain that it could deal was feared through out the realm of Underdark. The snake-head nuzzled closer to Ithire, nudging her gently with its snout.
"Turn left," she whispered to the drider - her voice carrying a certain amount of command even though it was still low. The drider nodded slightly and reeled to the left - moving into a long, thin corridor. Thin cords of silver snaked their way through the ceiling of the corridor - glowing faintly, pulsating with a strange flickering light. Strange paintings covered the walls - the paintings radiated vague warmth - allowing them to be viewed in the heat-sensing spectrum as well as the normal eye.
The drider reached up to a door and skidded to a halt - turning around slightly to look up at its master with those glazed over orbs which had once been the eyes of Nidraitza. Stay here, commanded Ithire in the silent language - her fingers dancing through the command. Understand me, drider? Her fingers danced once more - and she awaited the arachnid's answer.
Yes, the drider responded - its fingers flickering through the words. I understand.
A faint grin grazed Ithire's lips as she quietly chanted a prayer to Lloth - praying for an ectoplasmic form that would allow her to slip through the door's material. Her outline flickered slightly - beads of magic chasing through her skin as trickles of dark blue light snaked over her body.
Slowly she extended a hand towards the door - pressing the palm of her hand against the thin adamantite door - it offered resistance to her touch at first. Suddenly a sliver of crimson erupted from the area around her hands and her fingers began to meld with the metal, slowly slipping through the material of the door. She tilted her head against the door - pressing her forehead against the cold metal - slowly she began to sink through, like a gossamer membrane of tightly wrapped spider silk it bulged and flexed as her entire face sank into the metal. She pressed another palm through the door - quickly following it with a long, slender leg - then she pulled herself all the way through.
The room which she had stepped into was dark, unlit - but no light was needed for a drow - she focused her mind on her eyes, forcing them over into the infra-red spectrum. There - on a large bed a few feet in front of her lied two shapes - their limbs entwined and they moved as one - their faces closely locked together. A smirk snuck its way into Ithire's face as she gripped her whip once more - her ebony fingers hugging closer to the hilt as she took a quiet step forwards - her eyes fixated on the two tangled silhouettes of heat.
How could they not have noticed me coming? Ithire pondered to herself - she knew that her entrance had been heard through large parts of the city of Athlar'Novis - the crumbling and blasting of an adamantite door did make quite the ruckus after all. Then it hit her - this room was completely silent, all except for the muffled moans that managed to escape the entwined silhouettes. A room isolated from the surrounding world's sounds? Interesting... and how very fortunate for me.
For a moment she stood still, letting her eyes travel over the two tightly folded figures. Who would have thought - the high priestess of house De'iytuh - a slave to simple Ssinssrigg - lust. She ran a finger along the head of her whip once more - tracing her finger between the lidless eyes of the serpent which only stared back at her - its pupils nothing more but slits.
She lifted her arm in a lazy motion - raising it towards the ceiling, only to bring it down, sending a lash through her arm and out through the whip that she wielded. The snake head of her wicked weapon was lunged forwards - its maw opened - crippling venom dripping from those large fangs that were clearly bared. The head speeded towards the two silhouettes - moving faster than most would have thought possible. And it struck true!