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Attalus · 11-02-2002, 01:26 PM

Hi, I got back on with a new ISP. Curse aoHell.

Veldren, who had been on the verge of asking for the whip as a good first step in his trophy collection, revised that plan rapidly. He stared with fascination at the repellant thing, horrified that it might have ended his mother’s life, all from a little inattention on her part. Lucky that she had caution ingrained into her by her years in the Underdark. Viconia seemed to feel a little of this, too, as she glared at the little needle a little longer than was her wont. She shook off the feeling. “Well, Imoen, I must thank you for your help and must remember to thank Helm that you were in the city. Can you look and see if there is anything else inside?”
“Sure,” Imoen responded happily, and felt around with an implement. She was at once rewarded with a piece of vellum, the size of a letter rolled up. They spread it on the table. It was in Drow, and Viconia translated.

“It is from Matron Mother Palpebra D’Xinnig.” she said, eyes rapidly scanning the page. “She greets Shal’drissa Despana, High Priestess of Lloth, whom I take to be this whip’s late owner, and expresses enthusiasm for Shal’drissa’s wonderful plan to redeem themselves in Lloth’s eyes. She stresses the need for a suitable sacrifice to prove their loyalty and earnestness. This is about all, and confirms all we know about their seeking a sacrifice. But, what is this about ‘redeeming’ themselves? From their defeat at our hands, perhaps? That would explain the timing, with the great celebration coming in just a few days. How out of sorts Lloth must be that we are going to celebrate her defeat! What a blight it would have put on the feast if our elven emissary were to be kidnapped under our very noses and then sacrificed to black Lloth. The favors that she would have showered on the perpetuators would have been considerable.”
Attalus’ face, already grim since Imoen had said her piece about the poisoned needle, deepened into a scowl. “We cannot let this go unpunished,” he avowed. “I shall not allow the slaves of Lloth to plot under my very nose for all eternity. Some action must be taken.”
A slight smile appeared on Viconia’s lips. “A point indeed, husband,” she answered meditatively, and I think I know of one, with your approval, of course.” She looked at him satirically.
“Hmf. As if you have ever bothered to ask my permission before,” Attalus replied. “What devious plot do you have in mind, lady wife?”
“Not devious at all, just tricky,” Viconia answered. They all discussed it and agreed.

11-02-2002, 01:26 PM	#31
Attalus Symbol of Bane Join Date: November 26, 2001 Location: Texas Age: 77 Posts: 8,167	Hi, I got back on with a new ISP. Curse aoHell. Veldren, who had been on the verge of asking for the whip as a good first step in his trophy collection, revised that plan rapidly. He stared with fascination at the repellant thing, horrified that it might have ended his mother’s life, all from a little inattention on her part. Lucky that she had caution ingrained into her by her years in the Underdark. Viconia seemed to feel a little of this, too, as she glared at the little needle a little longer than was her wont. She shook off the feeling. “Well, Imoen, I must thank you for your help and must remember to thank Helm that you were in the city. Can you look and see if there is anything else inside?” “Sure,” Imoen responded happily, and felt around with an implement. She was at once rewarded with a piece of vellum, the size of a letter rolled up. They spread it on the table. It was in Drow, and Viconia translated. “It is from Matron Mother Palpebra D’Xinnig.” she said, eyes rapidly scanning the page. “She greets Shal’drissa Despana, High Priestess of Lloth, whom I take to be this whip’s late owner, and expresses enthusiasm for Shal’drissa’s wonderful plan to redeem themselves in Lloth’s eyes. She stresses the need for a suitable sacrifice to prove their loyalty and earnestness. This is about all, and confirms all we know about their seeking a sacrifice. But, what is this about ‘redeeming’ themselves? From their defeat at our hands, perhaps? That would explain the timing, with the great celebration coming in just a few days. How out of sorts Lloth must be that we are going to celebrate her defeat! What a blight it would have put on the feast if our elven emissary were to be kidnapped under our very noses and then sacrificed to black Lloth. The favors that she would have showered on the perpetuators would have been considerable.” Attalus’ face, already grim since Imoen had said her piece about the poisoned needle, deepened into a scowl. “We cannot let this go unpunished,” he avowed. “I shall not allow the slaves of Lloth to plot under my very nose for all eternity. Some action must be taken.” A slight smile appeared on Viconia’s lips. “A point indeed, husband,” she answered meditatively, and I think I know of one, with your approval, of course.” She looked at him satirically. “Hmf. As if you have ever bothered to ask my permission before,” Attalus replied. “What devious plot do you have in mind, lady wife?” “Not devious at all, just tricky,” Viconia answered. They all discussed it and agreed.