TOTD Turn Five- Exile pt.1

As the members of the patrol show up the arena they find Chessintra is missing, but before they can questions this they are ushered through a set of doors that leads them down a winding set of tunnels that open to the sandy floor of the great place. The stands are filled with those drow still serving time in the Academies, their gentle murmurs sounding like an earthquake. Ches stands in the center of the next to a raised platform with two tall post of wood topped by a rod of steel. The Principal Master raises a horn to his lips and blows out a long mournful note. Quiet comes to the place and a set of doors on the far side opens up. A pair of guards lead Carafnir in, his wrists bound by heavy chains. He is led to the platform where the chains are attached at the corners of the wood and metal beams.

"You have all been called here to bear witness to the punishment that is given to those who fail the city in their patrol duties," calls out Ches. A hooded man steps forward and places a chunk of a rawhide into Carafnirs mouth after whispering something to him. "The punishment is thirty lashes from a Cat-o-nine-tails." The man in the hood moves around behind Carafnir and unfurls a cat-o-nine-tails. Without anymore words said, he draws back and snaps it across the bound warriors bare back. Flesh peels away from where it strikes. The man strikes four times more before Carafnir cries out sheer pain and agony, by the tenth stroke he has passed out. Ches holds up his hand and four clerics bustle forward to chant healing prayers over him, mending his back and bringing him awake again. The punishment continues with Carafnir passing out after every tenth stroke and the clerics healing him one more, however on the last set of ten his wounds are left untreated and he is cut down. Ches blows the horn once more and the stands begin to empty. He walks over to regard the group and its new leader. "Chessintra will not be joining you. She is indisposed, I fear." He turns and starts to leave, then he gestures at Carafnirs torn body. "And please dont forget that trash on your way out." With that he exits the arena. Zaltar motions for Sol to aid him in carrying the hurt man, with him between them the group leaves the arena to collect its slaves and mounts. As they do, Zaltar drapes Carafnir over one of lizards and then speaks to the group as a whole. "We will be passing through the Bazaar on the way from the city. If you need anything I suggest you get it then. Also you are allowed one mount and two slaves only. I am told we are to be joined by others at the mouth of the city. There I have a gift for each of you," he says. Turning, he heads to the large steps that lead down to the city proper. Falling in behind, the group tops the steps and finds that all of the other patrols who had been assembled at the same time stand on each side of them. As the group passes through, the warriors cross their arms and spin about to place their backs to the descending group. Zaltars face burns with the embarrassment he feels for what has happened, but he never breaks stride as he leads the group to the Bazaar, which is just starting to come away in the early hours of the day. "If you need anything do so now. You have twenty minutes before we move out again."

At the base of the arenas outside, Evilyn finally is able to answer Olerathiels comment, "Honored Yathrinshee, I have yet to master the skills of riding such mounts. Most of such time was spent behind the walls of Zaktifar. We could pair up for each untrained rider. Perhaps matching a spellcaster with a warrior for each mount."

Facing the weapon laden Chesir Evilyn asks with a flash in her eye, "Chesir, should you have any problem with the trio of slaves you bring, one may be passed as mine, for I will not be bringing any." Moving closer to his side, she asks in a professional manner, "Can you provide us a mount that we my ride together?"

Chesir chuckles good-naturedly at Evilyns request. "I would like to accommodate you, Evilyn, but I have no more skill at riding than you. I trained as infantry. I can run swiftly enough to keep up for hours as long as the lizards arent going full speed. If the party is taking mounts, both of us might as well each take one. We can use them for pack animals if nothing else. As for your other question...." Chesir growls out a guttural command in what some might recognize as Orcish. One of his slaves salutes and goes to stand behind Evilyn.

"Grashkin is yours to command should you desire it. Since all three orcs are trained to work as a team, perhaps the two of us should work together. Your magical talents combined with our combat ability could prove a versatile and potent force."

"Volgath, you asked earlier about the orcs skills. You might as well listen to this. All three are highly trained as spearmen and with the flail. They are bred to be immensely strong, so they can do a great deal of damage, especially when their opponents underestimate them, and they can carry enough supplies to sustain themselves and several others. They are also very loyal. No ShaurakHai orc has ever disobeyed a command from a ShaurakHai commander. I commanded Grashkin to obey Evilyn, so she should hold similar authority over him."

As the party passes through the Bazaar, Chesir buys extra rations and two water bags to carry on his lizard. He also obtains more sleep poison and twenty more light crossbow bolts.

Olerathiel looks up from where she had been waiting silently for the others to complete their business. She turns to Volgath. "If you would choose to ride with may, you may do so. If not, Evilyn, you may ride behind me." She waits in silence, not really caring who rides behind her. After all, Volgath would be able to better protect her, and if Evilyn remained a detriment, at least if she rode behind, she would be forced to hold on for dear life and not be able to slip a dagger into vulnerable flesh. She does start thinking about her plans, and what it would take to unite the group into a single strong patrol.

As the group gear up for the journey ahead, Vol considers the new Patrol Leaders words. As Chesir discusses his fine orc slaves, Volgath speaks to both the young drow warrior and Evilyn of Brakx. Both the young drow notice that the Deathmistress of KarthDron wears both her Deathclaws. "The issue of lizard riders may be a problem, but your idea of doubling up appears good for the time being. I am proficient in the riding of lizard mounts, and perhaps I will have the time to teach you the basics depending how long the journey is to be. It looks like we will be joining a larger force at the mouth of the City and I am uncertain of what are task will be to end our exile. I must admit I burned with shame at the treatment offered to us by the other patrols, and I am sure that you share my determination to return to the City and put the real traitors to shame! But let that thought rest for now. If one of you rides with me for say two hours at a time, I may be able to teach each of you in turn the rudiments of handling the lizard."

Vol finishes speaking to the two as the group fully enters into the Bazaar. Trade looks busy today as the mixture of races haggle over prices, quantities and amounts. Quickly skirting past many of the stalls, Vol finds the male hawker she was looking for. The mindflayer looked at Vol with deep, luminescent eyes, regarding the scarred woman intently. "Saliss, you know that arrangement you have with the Fifth House. I require certain items urgently." She slips the flayer a small piece of parchment. "Also, I require a lizard mount, not the usual cumbersome beast, but one built for speed, big enough to carry one other but not much more. I want your best quality stock nothing else will do. Ill take the items now. The lizard is to be delivered to me at the mouth of the City in a few minutes. Payment will be made at the House." So saying, Vol awaits as Saliss provides her with the items requested.

Gareett shrugs. "I have no riding skills of which to speak either. If any of you have space on your mount I would appreciate some assistance."

Facing Volgaths pleasant side Evilyn answers, "It would be in the patrols best interest that all present are taught the basic of lizard riding. I would be honored to accept your teaching, at your leisure, of course."

Evilyn then surmises the orc, Grashkin, taking a visual inventory of his weapons and stature. "The combination of our skills would take some time, Chesir, but provided it does not offend the interests of the honored Olerathiel and our Commander, I agree."

Glancing once back at the orc and then allowing her eyes to rest pleasantly upon Chesir again, Evilyn asks, "In their training, are they taught our language?"

As the final purchases are made, Zaltar rounds up the band and leads them off. When they reach the gates outside of the city, he calls a halt to the procession. Two kobold slaves leading a lizard mount approach and bow to him. One of them undoes a package lashed to the lizard and hands it to the drow male. As this proceeds, a clanging racket rings up the street as a procession of lizards and slaves approach. Zaltar looks down towards them waiting patiently. A male and female drow approach first. Bowing, they introduce themselves. The male names himself as Slaveriin, the female as Qilteral. Stepping aside, they allow a second female to approach. Bearing the priestly robes of an acolyte, the diminutive woman announces herself as Jarkeena of House Andar-ros and gestures to the lizard train, explaining that they belong to her and will be joining the group on their trip. Zaltar summons Vol forward and hands her the package. With that, he walks to the lizards with his halberd extended. With several expert slashes, he slices the bindings holding the chests and armoires onto them. Next he slaps them smartly on the rump with the flat of the blade, save for three of the creatures, sending them stampeding down the road and scattering their packages. He looks back at the woman. "One mount and two slaves only." He barks out in the dog-like language of the kobolds, and his two slaves quickly begin to load up two of the lizards with provisions and other necessities. The young womans face darkens as she looks about and sees brilliantly colored clothes, ballgowns, and jewelry along with make-up containers scattered along the streets. Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, but Zaltar pays her no heed as he takes the package back from Vol and then unwraps it. He addresses the group again. "These items came from the Praag, gathered by the quick thinking of Evilyn. We may all now benefit from that."

He quickly passes out the items to various people, briefly explaining what they do. He looks to Volgath. "You are my second. Gareett, you will be in charge of the mages. Olerathiel, you are in charge of religion and keeping faith in the party. We work in teams. One fighter to one spellcaster." As he speaks, one more female walks up, leading a lizard mount. She confers with Zaltar in hushed tones before stepping back. He continues. "Teams are as follows. Slaveriin and Gareett. Volgath and Jarkeena. Chesir and Qilteral. Carafnir and Olerathiel. Evilyn and Sethoroth. Melrinthy and myself. And since Sol thinks he is a survivor of the Underdark, he takes point."

With the Commanders instructions, Evilyn passes Chesir a smirk. "Seems we were not meant to be. Perhaps another time then." With a demure smile, the drow warrior-mage moves to Sethoroths side. With a face as though she like what she sees, Evilyn parts her lips to speak. "Sethoroth of House Fan-Eltherin, I do not believe we were ever formally introduced. I am Evilyn of House Brakx. My swords, bow, and spells are at your side."

Taking the new-found blade, Evilyn moves to Chesir noting the position of one his blades over his back. "Chesir, would you be so kind as to help me?"

Chesir takes the spear without comment, bundling it with the other three. ~Lovely, more spellcasters,~ he thinks silently. ~Oh well. Theyll get themselves killed soon enough. Probably walk into a cavern full of grimlocks and tell them to submit.~

Chesir gives his winningest smile to Evilyn and zestfully helps her sheath her second sword over her back. "Scout harness" is the term the soldiers of ShaurakHai use for this less cumbersome way of carrying a weapon. "Pleased to be of assistance, Evilyn. We may not be partners, but Im sure we can be useful to one another." What that means, Chesir doesnt say.

The male soldier moves up next to his assigned partner, Qilteral. Looking her over, he says, "I am Chesir of ShaurakHai," with a curt nod of his head that serves as all the bow hes going to give, then begins to make a mental assessment of the new soldiers. He also notes who they are paired with. Of particular interest is Volgaths new partner. He knows the Deathmistress filled some role as a protector of priestesses, but she had to be at least toying with the idea of letting the pampered Jarkeena get burned a couple times.

After making sure his orcs are fed and equipped, Chesir prepares for a long march. He chooses not to ride a lizard even if one is available, instead leading it by the reins on foot. There will be no trouble keeping up. All the slaves have to walk, so the riders will have to curb their pace.

As the Patrol moves to the outskirts of the City, Vol notices Chesirs reluctance to mount and move forward. Approaching the young drow warrior, Vol speaks to the man, leaning forward on her lizard, the fingers of her Deathclaws moving eloquently in the silent speech. *Chesir, I respect the fact that you have trained as infantry and have seen some of your weapons skill at the Praag. However, it will be important that you learn, at least the basics, of lizard riding in the future. I will put this idea forward generally to the Patrol Commander once we have reached the outskirts of the City. I do this not to impose on your training but to show you another skill which may be useful in times to come.*

With that, the group begins to move out. Between Sols fuming and the shrieks of Jarkeena about how her wardrobe was ruined, the group is ushered by city guards for the next two days non-stop to the borders of the city. That evening, camp is made in a small cavern with a natural spring bubbling up in its center. Most everyone collapses from sheer exhaustion, especially the slaves. Everyone awakens some time later to the smell of cooking fish. The find the slaves busily frying up the catch of the day. Zaltar sits cross-legged, poring over a map of the Underdark, marking the route with a heat-pencil. The relative calm is broken by Jarkeenas complaints of how she misses her bed, she misses her House, how she doesnt want to be here, how the slaves stink and are ugly...

Qilteral rises and sends her thoughts and soul to Kiaransalee, praying to her goddess for guidance that she may proceed through the day in Her will.

Upon finishing she eats her meal and tends to her stuff. She begins to adjust her traveling bags to fit the new gift. The woman studies those around her, fitting names to faces and their professions, and also noting that they are wearing.

The Yathrinshee had remained silent for most of the trip, nodding only when Zaltar had handed out assignments and given the magical items. After awakening, she listens silently to the outburst from the spoiled acolyte. She claps her hands once, and her slaves go quickly to remove something from her lizard mount. In moments is set up a small altar, complete with chalice and bowl, embroidered altar cloth and ritual dagger. After taking a furry offering from the hands of one of them, still squirming, she walks over to it.

"Sister clerics, join me in our morning dedications," she says smoothly, waiting to continue with the ritual until they have joined her. The sweet smell of the unholy incense fills the air in the small cavern, making it seem much like a regular altar at home.

Waking from the first decent nights sleep, Evilyn samples the scent of the cooking food and begins to organize her thoughts. Sitting upright from her bedroll, Evilyn re-secures her cloak used the cycle prior as a blanket and surveys the chamber and those awaking.

"Gareett, after the rising meal, I shall gather the fellow mages, that we may organize our spells for the patrols interests." With careful series of steps, placed to avoid waking those still asleep, Evilyn gathers her portion of the cooked food and a portion for Sethoroth as well. Returning to her roll, she begins to eat after passing Seths food to her with a smile.

Designated as a team, Evilyn tries to make the best of it with a small amount of conversation as the two eat, "So, how was your studies in the marvelous walls of Zaktifar?" Every word that passes from the dark elven womans well shaped lips, rings with a tone of friendship and attraction.

When Slaveriin arises from his slumber, he stands up leaving his pack on the ground and draws his sword from its scabbard that was by his side. Finding a clear area, he proceeds to loosen his limbs and stretch with the sword exercises he has learned through the years from his Houses weapon master and further enforced by his years at the academy. After a short time he replaces the sword in its scabbard and gathers his gear. Taking a glance around at those awake and those asleep, he approaches the slaves and takes his meal, then sits down on the opposite side of the map as Zaltar. While eating he studies the map that Zaltar is poring over but says nothing.

As the days rush by, Vol busies herself with the tasks as second to the Patrol Leader, making an inventory of the groups supplies, food rations and equipment. Considering his choices, Vol was pleasantly surprised at his composition and arrangements- even more surprised at being given second. Vol was also impressed with his emphasis on religion. Placing the Yathrinshee in charge of religious orders signaled the Patrol Commander as a traditionalist, something that Vol agreed with wholeheartedly. Also the male had cunning- by allocating the magic gained from the Praag, he ensured that the whole group would get of to a good start. Indeed the ring the adorned Vols right hand was testament to this. Perhaps, Volgath mused, she had underestimated him after all.

Vol looked towards her ward, the acolyte of Andar-ros, Jarkeena. Being placed with an inexperienced priestess of the First House was indeed both an honor and a disability, as it was obvious that the woman was here for a reason. From her constant complaining and bickering, it seemed more than apparent why she was surplus to requirements at Andar-ros. She had none of the razor sharp cunning of the Yathrinshee nor the ruthlessness of the other priestesses of Kiaransalee or any other drow of the City for that matter. Still Jarkeena WAS an acolyte of the Unholy Queen, and Volgath would protect her as was her duty. Vol considered all this and, as the Yathrinshees call to prayers echoed through the chamber, Vol took a few moments to approach the priestess of Andar-ros, looking to find out more about her ward. Bowing with respect, Vol approached the woman, deciding to be direct with her. "Priestess of the Unholy Mother, Dread Kiaransalee, I am Volgath KarthDron, Deathmistress of KarthDron. I have been positioned by the Patrol Commander to be paired with you on our journey within the Underdark. It is unfortunate that the majority of your possessions and slaves had to be discarded, but that is in the past. Yet one thing does perplex me. How is it that the Matron Mother of Andar-ros could dispense with your undoubted skills and assign you to a lowly group in exile? Surely, this is some mistake that one of your position should be here and not within the luxurious environment of the chambers of the First House?"

The young woman looks at Vol with obvious disgust in her eyes. "She went way out of control. I mean the explosion in the lab at the school wasnt my fault, and the fire wasnt either. The walls in the Dark Shrine are already black anyways," she huffs.

The Yathrinshees eyes widen in surprise then narrow, and she reminds herself never to let this woman anywhere near fire type items or spells until she is taught the meaning of the word control.

Having waited for some answers and attended the priestess in prayers, Vol then approaches the patrol Commander. Again nodding with respect to their new commander, and to the newcomer to the patrol group, Vol approaches the Commander, deep in thought outlining their next route. Waiting for a moment to speak, Vol addresses the male. "Commander, if I may speak. I share with you the pain of our exile and the stinging rebuke that the Patrol faced by the other students at the Arena. As such, it is in ALL our interests to successfully conclude our exile as quickly as possible. Yet none of us know our destination apart from yourself. Is this information you wish to be kept secret? If not, then there may be sufficient expertise within the Patrol to be able to offer intelligence upon the route that your are outlining."

"No, the information is no secret. Our main goal is to reach Skullport. But first we are to go near Orehammer to test our skills. First we must find away to cross the Sunless Sea," he says.

"Additionally, there does not seem much experience within the group in the skill of lizard riding. May I suggest as your second that one hour per day should be allocated, starting from now, that I and the others also suitably skilled may teach the fundamentals of handling their mounts. I feel that this is a priority, as soon we will be entering hostile territories, and being able to control the mounts will be vital to both the speed and success of our travels."

He nods. "Good idea, you will being your training immediately."

"Finally, thanks to Chesir, I have already been informed of the merits of the ShaurakHai Orcs and their abilities as spearmen and flail infantry. However, I know not of the other slaves bought with us. Perhaps it may be an idea to check which types of slaves we have brought along and the best way to deploy these. If you agree to these ideas Patrol Commander then I will begin immediately with the training." So saying, Vol waits for the Commanders answer.

He again nods. "Your wisdom is far greater then I imagined. I would hazard a guess only those orcs are fighters, mine are more cooks and Thiels appear to be servants, but look into it."

Qilteral studies Chesir as he sits. She grins and nods her head. "Can you dance well with the spear Chesir of ShaurakHai? It would be comforting to know that I have such a skilled partner." She pauses and smoothes out dress with the inseam sewed together to allow riding. "I am Qilteral of Vorsha. Sit, let us learn about each other. We well fight better together this way."

"Qilteral!" snaps the Yathrinshee. "We have our prayers to our Goddess to attend to first. I have no problem with people becoming acquainted, in fact, I believe that it would be a good idea, but do not forget that Kiaransalee must always come before personal interaction, especially for those of us in her clergy." The bald, yet at the same time attractive, drow priestess sends a baleful glare at the drow woman from a lesser House, ceremonial paste wiped off her flesh. Suddenly, her dedication to her goddess is very apparent. "Kiaransalee, Velddrinnsshar, House and then patrol. We might be exiled from the city for now, but we will return victorious, and it would not be seemly for any of us to have forgotten what is most important." She looks around balefully, her two kobold slaves clinging to her, bowing and scraping at the anger in her tone, trying to appease her wrath by finding more creatures for her to sacrifice in the ritual. She also obviously takes her position as the one in charge of religion very seriously. She makes a few mental notes to herself. ~I must speak with Zaltar the next time we stop. Ill have to find some way to thank him appropriately... But then, perhaps I should wait a bit for his payment, to see what it is he would be most interested in. I must also remember to observe the strengths and weaknesses of the spellcasters in this band, if Zaltar, Volgath and I are to unite them into a single strong unit.~ The priestess waits for Volgath to finish speaking with Jarkeena and for Qilteral to come over, not so patiently, trying not to prematurely kill her sacrifice.

Zaltar stands up and looks around. "The Yathrinshee is quite right, just because we are away from the city dose not mean we can lax in our devotions. To that end everyone will attend the devotions the clerics will give each morning, they will rotate as well."

Olerathiel nods approvingly at the words of Zaltar. She thinks to herself, ~Yes, definitely a much more worthy patrol leader. Myself and my fellow priestess, and I do _not_ count that spoiled brat as a priestess, will definitely have to aide him. Im sure that he will swiftly gain the respect of others in this patrol as well, for he is truly everything a worthy drow male should be.~ She tingles inside momentarily at the thought of what the two of them could do together.

Gareett kneels in supplication at the altar, moving no closer than is allowed for a male.

Qilterals eyes flash the burning red. She faces her partner and with a grin nods her head. She glides over to Yathrinshee and joins the group... with a grin. "What other way should it be?" Qilteral awaits for the ceremony to begin to their devoted Goddess and mother.

Once everyone is assembled, Olerathiel stands at the center of the altar, flanked by the two other clergy members. She holds aloft the offering and beings chanting. "Kiaransalee, strongest of all Goddesses, most feared by even the surface dwellers, your faithful speak to you. Though we may not be in your city, having been driven out by a vile conspiracy, we still continue in our devotions that you might know that we are strong under your faith." She takes the dagger and holds the creature over the chalice, swiftly slitting the creatures belly so that blood flows into the chalice, taking care that none falls into the bowl of unholy water. "With this blood, we your faithful pledge to increase the knowledge of your almighty presence and strike fear into the hearts of those who waste their lives on the petty concerns of this existence. By this blood, your blood, we are united as one, with little to fear, for with your guidance, we are strong." As she chants, she fills her spirit being filled, an incredible sense of power rushing through her veins. Her eyes close in the glory of it, and she revels in the chanting of the litany. "Death comes to all, and cruel vengeance will be exacted on those who waste their lives on the petty concerns of this existence. True power comes only from the unquestioning servitude of the once-dead, mastery over death, and the eventual earned stature of one of the ever-living in death. Hunt, slay, and animate those who scorn the Revenancers power, and answer any slight a thousandfold so that all may know the coming power of Kiaransalee." She takes one of her hands and dips it gently into the bowl of unholy water, scooping some out and putting it into the chalice. "This blood is your blood. Give us the strength to return victorious to the city so that we might exact revenge on those who exiled us. Guide us with your wisdom. Kiasansalee, tlu malla!" she crows, opening her eyes with a near fanatical gleam to them. She beckons for each member of the patrol to come up to receive part of the Goddess, dipping one hand into the blood ever so slightly and dabbing it on the forehead, then taking the other and dipping it into the unholy water and dabbing it on the recipients hands. As she does so, she chants, "Accept the Goddess into your veins. Through unity we will conquer all." After all of the regular patrol is done, she does it to first Qilteral, then takes great pride in watching the acolyte squirm as she does it to her. Then she waits for Qilteral to do the same to her. Once that has been done, she stands in front of the altar once more and claps her hands once, to signal that it is over. She steps down, still elated by her devotions, as she always is, and her slaves hurry to clean it up, disposing of the sacrifice, as they have been forbidden to eat the corpses of the sacrifice, and reverently dispose of the unholy water and blood.

Qilteral repeats every word to herself...silently. Her heart races as the blood spews forth...her eyes glow with a deepening red...watching the bright, hot liquid turn cold quickly. With every word and symbol Qilteral takes it into her being, making it what she is...who she is- a vessel for her goddess. Qilteral stays a moment longer, gives one last silent prayer, then turns and heads back to her mount, slaves, and undead escort.

Following her discussions with the Patrol Commander and the morning liturgy to Unholy Kiaransalee, Volgath considers the plans for the security of the patrol. Keeping one eye on the activities of the acolyte from Andar-ros, Vol calls forth a meeting of the drow warriors and mages. As they approach, Vol smiles inwardly to herself. ~Indeed, the reputation for drow ferocity and battle prowess will be truly enhanced by the individuals I see before me. I have no doubt that we WILL eventually return to the City and then exact a vengeance on those who accused us of treason!~

As the group finally settles, Vol, the scars on the left side of her face glowing eerily, addresses each of them, looking deeply into the scarlet pairs of eyes which regard her intently. "Warriors of the Drow. We soon will be entering into hostile territory, and I have little need to tell you that the Underdark is the most savage territory in the whole of the Realms. Yet we are Drow; we are THE survivors of the Underdark. We are the most feared, the most respected race here. Yet most importantly, WE are the Drow of Velddrinnsshar. THE most feared, THE most courageous, THE most ferocious. However, it is one thing to say this, it is another to prove it so. In order to first survive, we must unite. To those whom Ive known from the old patrol, I urge you to forget old rivalries. They are a luxury we cannot afford, for they will get us killed more surely than any blade or spell. For those new amongst us, welcome. We need your contributions as much as you need us to survive here."

"Remember, we have a new Patrol Commander; he must be obeyed. Remember your devotion to Kiaransalee- her clergy are the lifeblood of our peoples and must be respected for they are our only link with our Goddess. Without them, we would fall by the swords of those accursed Lloth worshippers, let alone the other races of the Underdark. We must defend them physically as they defend us spiritually. These two tenants are not merely rules, they are facts of life- facts of Drow life. The penalty for breaking them is not only your death or undeath but places ALL of us in additional danger. For without YOU, we will find it that much harder to survive. If any say nay to these basic facts, then let them speak now so we may get the killing over and done with. If not then, let us proceed with the matters which concern us." Vol waits for dissension and then continues.

"Firstly, as the Patrol Commander has stated, our route will eventually take us to Skullport via Orehammer, but first we must cross the Sunless Sea. Have any of you knowledge or information regarding this route? If so, speak so that we may identify the kinds of hazards ahead and be prepared. Secondly, I need an inventory of the types of slaves each of you has bought. Chesir of ShaurakHai has already shown thought in bring three ShaurakHai orc infantry. I need to know what other slaves you have brought and what their skills are so that they may be best utilized. Thirdly, we need to get into certain routines in making camp and securing the perimeters; also we need to break camp efficiently and quickly leaving nothing to indicate our presence. Rest assured, on leaving the City boundaries, we WILL be tracked by enemy forces and the quicker we get into good procedures the better. I have bought certain items which will help in securing any camp perimeter but I need YOUR ideas on this. Gareett, as the one in charge of the mages, could the spellcaster come up with something to facilitate this? Also, looking to the warriors amongst us, I have estimated that there are five to six potential front line fighters amongst us. I name myself, Chesir, Sol, Evilyn, Carafnir and the new member Slaveriin as such. I have not named the Patrol Commander as he will be probably organizing reserves behind us. Are there any others who would consider themselves to be part of this list? Fourthly, I will delegate some responsibilities to each of you so that I know who is both to be commended or to be reprimanded."

"Chesir, as you have the skills as a foot soldier and the ShaurakHai orcs are yours, I will place you in charge of organizing the perimeter defenses on a daily basis. Discuss this with Garreett after the mages have met and take in any ideas that other members of the Patrol Group have. I have noticed that Carafnir has been given an item which may be of some use to us in this. Also take Slaveriin to help you with this. Report your findings back to me- I will submit these to the Patrol Commander for approval. Evilyn, I need you to take the task of organizing a watch list and to oversee those on duty. Finally Sol, yours is the most critical position at point for your are our senses in the Underdark. Before setting camp, I would like a report from you concerning the activity in the area- enemy troops, Underdark creatures etc. Also, you will be the one who will choose where to break for camp at the end of every days travel. If any other of us has the skill of tracking or the bloodsense, I need to know now as this will help Sol in his tasks to find a route which will keep us out of trouble."

"Finally, I will be giving training on the fundamentals of lizard riding for one hour. I expect any of you who do not have the appropriate skills to attend, as being able to control your mounts will help us in the future. Also, for any who do have knowledge of these mounts, I need someone to take responsibility of them to ensure that they are adequately fed and treated. Discuss the matters I have raised and consider well your responsibilities- our lives depend on them. If any of you have further ideas, consult with me as soon as you can. Kyorl jal bauth, kyone, lueth lil Quarval-sharess xal balbau dos lil belbal del elendar dro!"

Gareett nods bookishly at the words of Volgath, a fresh fire burning in his eyes almost of enjoyment . Despite words being spoken of shaming and embarrassment, Gareetts body language betrays no sign of these feelings if anything the reverse an exhilaration at being truly in the field. "Well said. It is vital in this potentially hostile environment that we coordinate our skills to the best of our abilities. Through careful planning most combats can be resolved within a short time and with few losses of note." He looks with barely contained contempt at the slaves. "I would know from all those with Mage abilities above and beyond our heritage and all those with magic items that recreate spell affects both Spiritual and Magical so we might have the maximum array of scrying, destruction and deception available to us. Once our Priestesses most unholy have finished their devotions it would also serve us well to include them in our discussions. We should know before we encounter groups how approximately we will deal with them, whether they be massed ranks of verminous goblinoids or small groups of a more powerful nature. We should also have an awareness of what roles we should take should we encounter other spellcasters. We are Drow and that which makes us lords in the Underdark is our Speed of Thought, Speed of Hand and Strength of Faith. The reason we are here is because we forgot that and acted impulsively like a hot headed Duergar we will not make that mistake again."

Vol senses that the Patrol Groups predicament has had the effect of strengthening the bonds within the group. Vol looks to Chesir and continues speaking to the warrior. "Chesir, I want you to liase with Gareett once he has spoken with the Yathrinshee and the other priestesses. Consider the matters I have put before you regarding the security of the camp. Very soon we will have to put these plans into practice." So saying, the scarred woman moves towards the lizard mounts to prepare for training.

Past the prayers of the Yathrinshee, Evilyn listens to both the military council and the words of the chief mage. Dividing her time, she speaks first with Volgath regarding the military preparations.

"Volgath, your delegation of duties shows great wisdom and much thought. I shall prepare a watch schedule at each resting point. Depending on the nature of our environment, it shall change for added security. To aid Chesir in the security of our compound, I can magically trap an area ten paces on a side. Any enemies that enter will sound an alarm similar to Chessintra spell at the Praag. Placed a distance down a tunnel, it could give us an early warning to approaching threats."

"In matters of combat, I am equally skilled with the blades as I am with the crossbow. I have brought a number of enchanted bolts. More then a dozen of these can produce fire enough to catch several enemies aflame at once. Others bear an enchantment of the blinding light and the last," Evilyn draws a bolt with a sphere of glass for a tip, "these bear a single bore worm. While the bolt causes little harm, these little monsters can be quite deadly." The drows face twists into a pleasant smile as the encased worm wriggles helplessly inside. Sliding it back into her case, Evilyn continues to speak. "As for provisions, the decanter I bear can provide drinking water for everyone. Perhaps it would be wise that once we have our fill, we dispose of the additional water. Empty skins will be much easier for us to carry. At any given moment I will provide water for all, mounts, and slaves."

Meeting with Gareett, Evilyn gives an inventory of her magical bolts and a brief description of the decanter. "Gareett, my spells focus primarily upon the divination of magic, creation of matter from which none exists prior, and the grafting of illusions. Defensively, I can aid in the protection of our camp by warding an area against intrusion. Any that pass will sound an alarm akin to that which Chessintra created at the Praag. I can manifest and control images that are not real but fool the mind, either to create a diversion or cover an escape. Offensively, I can summon masses of spiders, insects, and beetles to prey upon the weak. Manifest globes of fluid to trip the unwary. I can attack the minds of the weak to turn them to our side. The powers of the blinding light can disorient several caught in its arc and I can summon bolts of corrosive acid to burn the hearts of our foes. Other magic I possess leads to the understanding of words uncomprehensible, magic that is unknown, and the tracking of items now lost."

"Mind you Gareett that these are what I am capable of doing. It will be by your guidance and the needs of the patrol that choose which magics I retain at once. I suggest a mix of offense and defense, leaving the powers of divination to times away from enemy threat."

"Currently, I can channel a Spray of Color to stun our enemies, protect our camp with an Alarm ward, summon a minor Servant of Unseen magic, call the Swarms of Insects and shape the Phantasms of the mind. Should any of these magic need to be altered, now is the time and I await your instruction."

Thiel listens to the words of her party members, visibly nodding as everyone plans to work together. It appears she was not the only one thinking on how to better link the group, and she smiles cruelly at the thought of the damage that could be inflicted now that they were all working as one team. "I have a few things to point out," the Yathrinshee interjects. "First of all, since nobody yet is skilled enough to have spells they created, I would suggest that everyone who can cast mage spells compare their spellbooks and copy those they do not have. That way, should their own books get damaged, there is always at least one backup. As we all know, these spells do not always have to be used, but its nice to have them when they are needed. As far as us, Kiaransalees clergy, we all know the same spells. But, as they will also aid in the creating of any spells to help cut down research time and costs, I assure you that they will be able to learn the newly created spell as well. For the rest of you who would create your own spells, I suggest we cross that bridge when we get there, but I think it should be up to the spell creators discretion about what to do with it, and I think none here would disagree." She looks to see what Gareett thinks, as he is the one in charge of mages.

The priestess shifts around to get comfortable, her two kobolds running up to her to help her. Once she is seated, they start pampering and grooming her, taking the time to shave her head. While getting this treatment she speaks some more. "I have given it some thought. I have never seen the Sunless Sea, but, as we are underground, there has to be some sort of a roof. I humbly suggest to our commander that he consider the possibility of not going _through_ the water, as I am most certain none of us would know how to comport ourselves on such an element, but over it, lashed to our mounts so we wont fall off. All we would need to do is set a direction and the creatures would follow it as swiftly as possibly, and of course, would be more free to avoid any incoming creature that would possibly do us harm. The slaves, of course, would be lashed to the pack animals and the same done with them. I am not concerned about my zombies," she points to the two hulking figures a bit outside from the shelter, "For they would be able to defend themselves moving through the water if they were attacked." Olerathiel chuckles wryly, a dry and dusty sound. "Then again, I doubt anything _would_ choose to attack them."

Her slaves, done with shaving her head, now start running their hands over it to make sure they didnt miss anything, an action which seems to soothe the specialty priestess, the party members note. "My last and final note for now is that we need to have a battle plan, commander. That was most of the problem with the patrol before the exile, but I am sure that you, in your wisdom, have already thought of anything we might need." The priestess smiles coolly, taking the time to appreciate a sip of water from one of her flasks. Thinking, she looks at Evilyn and smiles. Her face actually looks stunning when she does so, but also chilling in a manner, for her canines, top and bottom, are all slightly more pointed than normal teeth. "Excellent idea about the water. It will cut down on weight immensely." Her slaves take one of her skins for themselves at her approval, and another is taken over to her lizard mount, where the slaves carefully give it its fill. "Just dont lose that decanter," she laughs, taking a moment to joke.

She takes a moment to check Carafnir, who has been assigned her partner, and makes sure that his injuries are not festering, and if he is conscious yet or not. After speaking with him, she returns to the discussion, where she addresses some of Volgaths earlier questions. "As you can see, my slaves are personal servants. They cook, clean, and take care of my mount, as well as making sure that I have everything I need, when I need it, for rituals and devotions. I would be glad to lend them out to the other two clergy members for their help in the devotions and personal grooming, and they will keep the altar table set up for us whenever we have camp." She barks a few words to her slaves in their own tongue, and their eyes widen as they shake with barely contained joy. "I wish you to know I do this not because I wish to spy on anyone else in the group, for I would learn more from any of you in person, but because such valuable resources are hard to find. I personally trained them," she says with pride, as the mated pair rushes first to Qilteral to see if there is anything they might do to help the beautiful unholy one, starting with her head. She continues. "Volgath, if you wish, I would help you with the training, but I feel it best for now that I turn my attentions to better training the acolyte." She glares scornfully at the pampered Jarkeena, especially at the unshaven head- a sign she does not take her position seriously. The Yathrinshee finally falls silent entirely, listening to see what the others have to say about her many words.

As Vol listens to the Yathrinshee, she notes that the Priestess has taken a certain interest in the training of the acolyte from Andar-ros. ~Indeed,~ Vol muses to herself, ~that should be very enlightening for the young woman. If she becomes half as dangerous as the Yathrinshee, she will indeed earn favor within her own House.~ Thinking on, Vol considers the problem of the Sunless Sea. If the region was as she feared, none of the Patrol present would have the experience of navigating such an expanse of water. The Yathrinshees ideas seemed plausible, and their best choice for now. Speaking to the priestess, Vol bows to her and then addresses the woman in respectful tones. "Yathrinshee, I see that you are busy with other more pressing duties. As such I will take the first session in teaching the handling of the lizard mounts. Perhaps you could join us at another time?"

"Of course," the drow woman nods, looking to Jarkeena with a most evil glint in her eyes. "But, I will start with training after this discussion, for I, like you and Gareett, feel it would be most important for everyone to hear what the others think on how we should proceed."

Zaltar turns to regard the female cleric for a moment and then nods. "You show great wisdom, Thiel." He rises. "Each of you have has been paired off, you will learn to complement each other in battle, you will chose your opponents and slay them. At the same time you will learn to work with the rest as a whole. Each mage will share their books with the others and their partners to so they can know what to expect in battle."

Qilteral gives a long look at Zaltar, studying him. "Why? Why should we share our spells? I am not a soldier in an army where unification brings victory. I can understand in telling out strong points...and our fighting styles. If a mage wishes to exchange spells, that is her own choice."

"Why?" he asks. "Because I gave the order that is why. But to explain it more, if you all know what the others are capable of casting then you can better act. For instance to know that Evilyn can cast a web spell lets you and your partner know not to move in front of her. Now I will hear nothing more on this, those of you that fail to do as ordered will regret it," he states.

A smooth voice rings out behind the group. "Because Zaltar is our commander and through him we find salvation." Turning, all see Carafnir. He leans heavily on his lizard mount. A loose fitting silk shirt covers his wounds and his eyes look haunted.

Olerathiel smiles at the sight of seeing Carafnir finally awake. She goes and looks over his wounds again, seeing how they are healing, inspecting him with a surprisingly light touch. "Your wisdom, loyalty and dedication is to be commended, Carafnir," the priestess says. If it looks like his wounds need some healing, she calls Qilteral over, as well as Jarkeena that she might watch. She thinks to herself, ~I would heal him myself would Kiaransalee permitted, but as she does not, that is why she saw fit to provide our patrol with a regular member of her clergy. The Lady of the Dead is truly wise in her infinite power.~ Then she speaks aloud. "Do not fear, Carafnir. This group is already proving to be strong and united under the new rule. When we return, I will aid you in exacting vengeance upon those who did this to you." Her eyes gleam once more at the thought of being able to use the gifts her goddess has bestowed upon her.

Qilteral overhears this and silently walks over and looks at the injured comrade. "I have the ability to heal wounds granted by Her most highest Kiaransalee." She then proceeds to heal his wounds.

The sight of Carafnir recovering from his trial pleases Volgath. As she had anticipated, her use of the healing poultice and the other substances should have helped the warriors recovery. Good. He would both strengthen and contribute to the group. Still, the debt of vengeance would have to be repair a thousand fold once they returned to the City, but Vol would let that wait for a while. But when she returned, that would be a different matter. As Thiel aided the man along with the other clergy, Vol moved to prepare for the lizard training ahead.

Once the devotions are finished and everyone begins to go about their assigned tasks, Chesir begins to formulate a plan for perimeter defense. First he turns his attention to defense of camps.

As Chesir details his defensive plans, Vol acknowledges in her own mind that she choose well in the young warrior for this particular task. She considers each of his well-made points in turn.

He calls over Zaltar, Vol, Slaveriin, and Gareett. "Alright, here are my ideas so far. First of all, camp selection will be important. I trust Solomoriah will be able to find defensible positions for each rest period, hopefully away from easily accessible areas. Once weve chosen a site, well check it for signs of recent habitation, hidden entrances, etc. That includes levitating up to the cavern ceiling if its very high." Chesir waits and judges his audiences reactions before continuing.

Volgath comments, "A good idea Chesir, this should be done on a routine basis. I want a report from Sol and yourself once the site has been identified and secured. Once Sol identifies as suitable resting position, I want both of you plus Evilyn to do this before the main party arrives in the area. If you find another creature inhabits the area chosen, do not engage. Report back immediately and the Patrol Commander will make the decision to oust the beast or move on."

Chesir continues. "Then we dig in. As much as time allows each night and wherever possible, we should dig ditches, construct deadfall traps with boulders, small spiked pit traps, and any other nasty little surprises we can make out of whatevers handy."

"Another good idea BUT we cannot leave much of a trace that we have been within the vicinity. It will attract too much attention and we will find we have either a force of deep gnomes, Duergar, or worse, another drow patrol on our tails. Deadfall traps take time to construct and if you look under your foot, youll notice solid rock. However, see what you can make of this. I have in my provisions certain items which will be useful in making traps which can be quickly dismantled once leaving. The snare-wire I have brought could be used to rig the entrance perimeter as a trip wire. Attached this, I have bought a selection of vial containing smoke, sleep and mycenoid spore gasses which will release these agents on breaking the vial. These can either be used as grenades or, as I see it, attached to the trip wire to break and release the gasses once the trap has been triggered. I have also bought 3 sets of nasal filters which can be used by those on duty at the time to prevent the gasses from effecting them . Try and incorporate these into your plan. Also, dont forget the cavern roofs- we are not the only ones who have the ability to levitate."

"Then comes magic. Gareetts advice will be appreciated here. To begin with, I like Evilyns idea of placing her talking alarm spell a little way down a tunnel to give us advance warning. For now, I suggest it be placed down the tunnel behind us. Were more likely to be followed for now than we are to run into a major force ahead of us. Later, as chances of being followed diminish, we can place the spell ahead of us. We can also ring the camp with other alarm spells at strategic points. Well have to choose the spots on a day-by-day basis. Carafnirs dog figurine, as Vol pointed out, will also prove an ideal sentry."

"More good ideas Chesir- you have done well. However, a number of considerations: Magic Mouth spells are good for attracting attention, which is the LAST thing we want to do. We want to know if the camp is being approached. We DONT want everyone in the Underdark to know where we are. So if your are going to employ the spell as a warning system, turn the volume down. Secondly, remember that the spell has a distance restriction, maximum 30 yards. Once that spell goes of our enemies will not be far away. Try and think of something which will give us more time. Carafnirs item is excellent for this purpose- as I understand it, it sees many things even we cannot see and then can warn us."

"Speaking of guardians, the undead we have with us might be placed slightly away from camp, along a path attackers might likely use. It wont surprise very intelligent foes, but imagine a hook horrors surprise when its infravision and olfactory senses fail to detect the undead guardians until it actually bumps into them." Again, Chesir waits for input from the others.

Vol smiles at the young drows ideas. "Nice thought- approach the Yathrinshee humbly regarding this, but I would prefer her undead to be fighting with the priestesses rather than in the front line. Remember, they need to be controlled or theyll roam around mindlessly. Having them by the priestess also frees me up to fight as I know then that they will have some protection."

"I suggest the orcs be placed on duty together. Theyre tough even for orcs and very skilled, quite capable of presenting a spear wall that blocks an entire tunnel approach, especially if I help with my spear and Zaltar uses that halberd. From behind the spear wall, the party can use all those spells and crossbows. But remember, though my orcs are good, theyre not drow. They wont last long in the front line. This tactic should only be employed long enough for us to stop an attackers momentum and prepare ourselves for battle."

"Chesir, you will be in charge of your ShaurakHai orcs as one unit to deploy as you think fit. You know their strengths and weakness better than anyone else."

"As for the rest of the slaves, they might prove useful as spotters that can help direct our fire and warn us of flanking maneuvers. This role will keep them out of direct danger as much as thats possible in the Underdark. The real members of the party should divide into watch teams, and take up ambush spots around the camp site, those with crossbow nearer the center of camp in spots where they can cover most of the camp and several approaches, and those with swords towards the perimeter. Some of our most skilled lizard riders should stay near the lizards, both to keep them from scattering in an attack and to surprise our enemies with how quickly we can put riders into the field against them." Chesir takes a long breath and then finishes. "Our marching formation could closely approximate the camp defenses. Spellcasters and crossbows in the center, Sol and the spears out front, other warriors and the undead out on the flanks and in the rear. I know that most of the warriors dont count themselves exclusively as crossbow troops, so well have to take turns at that role or leave it to the spellcasters."

"All good ideas, but remember our manpower situation. At present, the only skilled riders are myself and Thiel- if were back in reserve looking after the mounts, then you have two less helping the frontline in combat. However, having a couple of the mounts prepared just in case we require them is a good idea. No other slaves apart from your ShaurakHai orcs are to be armed or used in any way during Confrontation. Theyre likely to get in the way as they are not trained and if that causes inefficiency I wont have it. Regarding the marching order, liase with Evilyn as that is her responsibility and report back to me once youve made your suggestions. You have done well Chesir- I will take these ideas and present them to the Commander."

"Anything I missed? Any additions to the plan could only make it stronger. If not, Gareett, Slaveriin, and I can begin to take inventory of what we have to work with and make the assignments for our first camp." Chesir begins to do just that, immensely pleased that the party is working together and that his skills are being put to use. Then he stops and turns back to Vol. "Deathmistress, I will be ready to begin my riding lessons when you summon me." ~One never knows, maybe it will come in handy,~ he thinks to himself.

"The training will commence shortly. Unfortunately, the Yathrinshee is otherwise occupied so I will be training you on my own," says the Deathmistress.

As several of the Patrol Group members assembling for the Lizard training, Vol speaks to them, her eyes glowing bright scarlet in the darkness. "Warriors, welcome to the first and hardest lesson to the joys of lizard riding. Firstly, I would share with you some thoughts I have on how difficult this is going to be. To become FULLY proficient as both I and the Yathrinshee are, will take on average three months of training at one hour a day. This is a long time and perhaps some of us may not live that long; this also requires a good deal of commitment and time. I do not command all of you to see this through to this degree, but those of you who wish to complete this training are free to do so. However, what I see as the MINIMUM requirement is the ability to be able to stay on your mounts at speed without falling off. At one hour a day this will take between two to three weeks which is more feasible. Also, this may make the difference between success and failure."

"For the first lesson I will make you accustomed to your mount, some background knowledge and who to mount and dismount. When the Yathrinshee joins us at a later stage, she will provide you with further information on what the lizards are trained to do, maintenance and well being. Apart from the ShaurakHai orcs, these creatures are better than slaves for without a doubt, at some time they will save your life in one way or another. So, let us begin."

Gareett willingly joins in the training, hoping is speed will be useful in the learning. "Chesir, you have the makings of an excellent planner- unusually cautious with great attention to detail. Volgath makes fine points as well. Magical defense of an area is best performed by a combination of Spiritual and Magical effects, however one should never over look the mundane. Often the drow eye can see what the magic eye cannot. Indeed, the idea of using undead in defense is excellent. I would not seek to use our blessed ones chosen, but low level undead do tend to spot even the most well concealed of living foes. As for the setting of traps, I doubt we will have the time to set more than basic alarms or traps I also doubt we will find a lot that is useful around. I would offer one piece of advice when establishing a perimeter. Crossbow bolts when tied fast in threes create a caltrop that can penetrate the hardest of skins as it relies on the weight of the enemy and the sharpness of the bolt increase the effect by poisoning some. Alternatively a crossbow bolt or arrow or even a dagger buried point up can often give an early warning as they hurt and are difficult to spot as they have no heat source nor are they traps as such. I think this new open exchange of ideas is really going to be a benefit, the Dark Lady be praised."

Evilyn stands ready with a book of stretched flesh over bone and mithril. Its bindings are of sinew and crimson wire and a latch of dark metal holds the book shut with its talons dug deeply into the books flesh. She seems willing to share to those likewise inclined. "Any willing to share, I will trade with. Those insubordinate to the Commanders wishes will receive nothing from my grimoire. Gareett, shall we be the first to exchange the toils of years to the Art?" Evilyn stands with her book awaiting his answer.

Gareett pulls from his pack a tome of jet black emblazoned with a dagger dripping with venom. "What I know you know, although you may find some of my choices a little odd."

With the mage leaders first efforts, Evilyn gently touches the claw upon the binding. As the talons relax from the books fleshy cover, she presents it for him to examine.

She makes a brief correction at the mention of her spell. "The magics, once tripped will make an audible noise, but only for a brief time. If not to be used as an alarm, we could use it as a lure to attract the unwary away from us, while alerting us. The camp watch order will be based upon those pairs that have the greatest number of magics available at the time. While the chosen pair or pairs provide a guard, the remaining mages will be responsible for renewing what magics they have lost during the day. Chesir, I await your discretion as to the location of the alarm spell." The drow swordswoman gives more then a pleasant look to the capable soldier as she strokes the coarse scales of her pet lizard.

Olerathiel cannot help but interject at this point. "The members of the clergy have access to spells that silently warn only the spellcaster and can attack any intruder. I believe this would save a lot of embarrassment, for if any of these types of spells go off, it could happen for even a small rodent entering the area. I believe that mages have a similar alarm spell, but it only silently warns the spellcaster with no attack, and all of these spells have a limited range. Even so, anything is better than nothing." She bows respectfully to those involved with the decision making in this.

At the interjection, Evilyn snaps her attention but the glare quickly fades as she registers who is speaking. "Honored Yathrinshee, again the powers of our goddess supercedes the accomplishments of our own hands. Would this blessing from the dark one be suitable to awaken you or would the linked member of the clergy be required to stay on watch?"

Waiting for the answer Evilyn continues with another pair of questions. "What would the range of such an effect be and to what effect does it attack the intruder? That way Chesir and I have a better understanding of its application in the patrols defense and watch schedule."

"Yes," says the priestess smoothly, "it would awaken the spellcaster. The spell calls into effect an invisible wyvern, a surface creature, that will attack anything that enters the area within a ten foot radius of it. The range is approximately thirty yards, and the creature being attacked will most likely be paralyzed. It is not known to fail often, however." She smiles at everyone. "When I walked the Dark Path of Kiaransalee, the spell aided me," Thiel adds as a subtle reminder to all.

Qilteral looks over the others spell books, reading each spell, studying each mark, every symbol. She looks at her fellow sister of faith, Evilyn, "Impressive. Quite impressive. Fine penmanship. I am interested in two of your spells. The level one UNSEEN SERVANT and the level two Melfs Acid Arrow. Is there any you see here in my book you wish?" Qilteral then turns to admire the poisoned dagger on the males book. Then opening it, again her fiery eyes absorb the writing.

"Enlarge/Reduce and Knock are fascinating. I would like those spells in my own spellbook." When Evilyn is finished, Qilteral motions to Gareett her book of power.

Evilyn returns the compliment. "Third circle, likewise impressive. Can you call these or are they for future use? Yes, there are several here that I would be honored to inscribe." Scanning Gareetts book, Evilyn scrutinizes the formulas for several of his spells Of those she understands she scribes into the blank pages of her own grimoire.

In turn she does the same with Qilterals book, reading the spells before scribing them. By curiosity, she scans the third circle spells to judge how far she is from delving into their depths.