The negotiations seem to have gone well.... A little too well.... From what Nemesis told me, these drow in particular are freaks. They have three real leaders. The royal guard Inival, a blood mage Drungal, and a n.o.ble that works with this faction, Madam Farblight. All weirdos. The royal guard has had countless experiments done on her. She is missing many organs that should normally be required to live. On top of that her mind is a little "special" allowing her to freely manipulate it. The fact that Nemesis thinks her mind is special scares me a little.Drun is a thin short guy with a constant smile plastered on his face. He seems to love gore or something as he has severed arms, legs, and various other body parts hanging from his robes. He seems to have taken to one of Kess" spiderlings....
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Lastly is Madam Farblight. A meatball woman. She seems to have an idea on who Sillith is as she claims to indulge herself for her G.o.d.....Now, what exactly is a living meatball? Perfectly round. It should not be possible from a normal sense of logic. Weight usually sinks on heavy people....
Nemesis says that I should never have to see what was burned into her eyes. Anyways.... Other than that she has dyed blonde hair that resembles drills.... According to Nemesis she was wearing rather.... explicit clothing. I don"t want to meet this person.... Appearances aside it seems that her personality is fine, though a bit haughty.
I should be able to meet these people tommorow. A few measures need to be put in place first. For this, Xelu and Kess is working on making an area outside the nest. They are covering the area with sentries and making it impossible for an a.s.sa.s.sin to sneak in. It seems that they are fine with anything we do so, I plan to have Kess" spiderlings dangle around their necks as another measure. Fill the area with Nemesis" spores and it should work as a meeting area.
The only one even more stressed then me at the moment is Set. She seemed rather odd after the fight at the temple. Even more quiet than usual.... I just hope things won"t turn weird.
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The next morning I meet with Nemesis outside who is nervous for some reason. Is something wrong?
"Ummmm..... Master..... Before you meet them I think you should prepare yourself mentally. Inival is fine but the other two are a bit..... Anyways good luck. We will all be close by ready to spring into action, with Set binded to you just in case." Nemesis
We walk towards a dull metal cube that is covered in sentries ready to attack at any given moment. The air is full of spores as well. Nemesis is able to control them well enough to not sprout out of nowhere. Anyways, I enter through a hole in the side to see a round table with three.... What is that? Ahh~.... My eyes..... I don"t need my eyes anymore....
Interupting my inner agony, the one who is dressed in a scale armor comes over to me. Must be Inival. A good head taller than me. A light-gray skin that is covered in scars. Some look like they should have resulted in death.... The only "weird" thing about her is her eyes which are glazed over. Why? I couldn"t even guess.
"Greetings our saint." Inival
She bows down, as does they other two. They take the same stance that the shadow cow-person took with their palms aimed up. Must be a general way of greeting for people of this world.... They return to a normal posture and look at me with deep interest.
*Slliisssshhhppp
I swear that the-.... Ahem....Madam Farblight licked her lips..... Quite loudly as well....
I walk over and sit in a chair that seems to be reserved for me. The other three sit around the table as well.
"Lets get to matters then. What makes you three believe that I am a saint." Gin
"???? Well it"s because you"re a saint. By the way I"m enjoying the company of my beloved. Thank you for helping me meet her." Drun
That"s not really an answer. That second part should be about the spiderling wrapped around his neck. I see it shudder slightly as its legs strangle him slightly making him shudder... In pleasure?
"AHEM, that"s not what the great saint wants to know. He wants to know to how we came to know about this. Hmmm? Why are you backing away? I"m not going to eat you or anything!" Farblight
Her voice is just as intimidating as her appearance. Her voice booms throughout the room making it quiver.
"We received an odd sort of transmission telepathically. A influential person of great importance came to this "world". This person is deeply connected to "Sillith". You are that person without a doubt. You"re unique ability to control broodmothers is proof of that. Whether you are a saint, apostle, or vessel, it"s all the same." Inival
"The worshippers of Sillith have never received any sort of sign that our G.o.d is really out there. Some have even gone off this road.... However the strong remain to their beliefs. The other religious factions cannot garner our undying pa.s.sion." Drun
"That"s why this transmission is important. We have decided to give everything of ourselves to our beliefs. It"s said that to be acknowledged by a G.o.d would cleanse ourselves from this "state". The other factions don"t "really" care about being cleansed or even worshiping true G.o.ds." Inival
"Even if you will sacrifice us all, if there"s the slightest chance for one of us to be cleansed.... It would made all our effort worth it." Farblight
This is a lot to take in. The main thing is their devotion. It seems to stem from the desire to be "cleansed". Do they hate being drow? Odd.... They cling to the hope that the one they see as a saint, who has some undetermined connection to Sillith, can cleanse them. No matter the cost. This type of faith is admirable but, incredibly foolish. Dangerous as well....
*Three ent.i.ties wish to be subordinated. These ent.i.ties have a large number of subordinates as well. Accept? Y/N?
Well. With the amount of measures they are willing to undergo, I guess it would be fine to subordinate them. It seems that I wont be able to a.s.similate them though.
Just as I think that my ring glows a low orange
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