"However, if you 'cause trouble' in such a way that interferes with our objectives, we will be most displeased and put out of sorts. Do I make myself absolutely clear, sweety?"
Shaynylune smiled. "Of course. As clear as the purest diamond, love." Sometimes mortals were so easy. This one had not even required a suggestion. On the other hand the tiefling seemed capable of handling herself and had friends. Shaynylune, while beguiling, knew she was no balor or vrock. These mortals certainly had the fighting power to drive her off and that she could not allow. Though the mortals might not know she was bound to serve them, bound she was. If she was driven off, fulfilling her bargain would be difficult indeed and if the bargain was not fulfilled, she would end up consigned to the abyss with little or no hope of return for many, many years. And that is if things went well.
No, for the moment, she would play nice. Indeed, Shaynylune could play very nice when the occasion called for it.
"You may call me Nylune." The succubus said, still smiling.
Low and Behold...
OOC: hope its okay for me to join now... can't stand the waiting anymore
*throws all DM power into the forbidden chest and assumes the player form and prays his entery is worthy*
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On the walls of Zokir...
Quietly Tahlarir clings on the wall staring down to humanoids below, in the area know as "The Meat Locker".
She wonders how such creatures could live so close to each other and still not openly slaughter each other, but than this places was ran by the beholders; The Eye Tyrants.
Sensing that time was passing away, she glances over herself to see if her disguise held true...
Grinning as she looks over her new form from her last prey -- she had killed female drow quite well she recall, of course it would had been better if she didn't die so fast... 'Next time I will control my emotions better and not allow my prey to toy with me' as she put away the small mirror.
Quickly she glances around to see if anyone had taken notice of her and lets go of her grip on the wall and begins to fall down toward the meat locker but quickly she activates her talisman to cushion her fall of death and lands on the bare stone floor of the meat locker...
'Soon I will find a new prey and the hunt would once more begin', she thought to herself as she quietly walks through the meat-locker looking and sense for the next prey,
but still one thought was nagging at her, why did her last prey wish to be in this horrible place at first...
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*throws all DM power into the forbidden chest and assumes the player form and prays his entery is worthy*
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On the walls of Zokir...
Quietly Tahlarir clings on the wall staring down to humanoids below, in the area know as "The Meat Locker".
She wonders how such creatures could live so close to each other and still not openly slaughter each other, but than this places was ran by the beholders; The Eye Tyrants.
Sensing that time was passing away, she glances over herself to see if her disguise held true...
Grinning as she looks over her new form from her last prey -- she had killed female drow quite well she recall, of course it would had been better if she didn't die so fast... 'Next time I will control my emotions better and not allow my prey to toy with me' as she put away the small mirror.
Quickly she glances around to see if anyone had taken notice of her and lets go of her grip on the wall and begins to fall down toward the meat locker but quickly she activates her talisman to cushion her fall of death and lands on the bare stone floor of the meat locker...
'Soon I will find a new prey and the hunt would once more begin', she thought to herself as she quietly walks through the meat-locker looking and sense for the next prey,
but still one thought was nagging at her, why did her last prey wish to be in this horrible place at first...
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I am the end of all worlds, bringer of death and creature of chaos...
