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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

Jhal'vyrae, after reading the outside temple board, pondered a momment before walking away to her business.

She is seen most cycles returning to make her presence known as a priestess. Where she awaits to give her token.

If not recieved that time she leaves after a long stare at the token and then to the doors that lead to the inner sanctum and then to the guards watching her with what only could be called frustration.

Ul'ath'tallar Nizzre'tyne is spotted entering the Temple cavern at a slowed walk. Upon closer inspection she has a handful of white hair and is pulling the limp body of a drow female dressed in red and black. Her original entry point into the City of Webs is easy to find considering there is a bloody drag marking from the portal crystal to the Temple door.

Then the Ul'ath'tallar doesn't stop in her trek to the Temple Alter room. The dragging body making an interesting swishing sound. She did not stop to acknowledge bows or to speak to anyone whom might be loitering in the foyer.

Once in the alter room, the drow female must have been awakened for she screamed or cursed or did whatever one does when one finds themselves upon an alter of Lolth under the ornate sacrificial dagger of a High Priestess of Lolth.

After much commotion and prayer Ul'ath'tallar Nizzre'tyne entered the foyer. She was splattered with blood, it dripped down her bare arm and off her finger tips. She wore a bare minimum of clothing and a grin.

"Spider Guard," her voice carried the power of an Ul'ath'tallar "let it be known that this cycle Ul'ath'tallar Nizzre'tyne has presented a token of her faithfulness to our Dread Queen. A heretic priestess and all items taken from a successful raid conducted by the Ul'ath'tallar and an exquisite ring of gold and bloodstone." Her gaze swept the marble floor and the blood trail and she motioned to it flinging droplets of blood in that direction. "And someone get this cleaned up."

Then, she spun on her heel and went back into the alter room, leaving a fresh trail. This time of bloody boot prints.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

After a similar sacrificial display that was blessed in its proceedings, Jhal'vyrae was seen later in Temple colours, rubbing the top of the Yath'tallers office desk. She seemed to critically examine the texture and workmanship, a thoughtfull smile present..

Before clicking her tongue with finality and strolling out to patrol Edonil, humming an underdark dirge and tapping a whip to her thigh in time.

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Whomst've'll'd'mn't I play:
Salema Nefahri :: A penny for your thots
Zrae'a'stra'fryn :: That which nightmares are made of
Khasir :: From the East a storm is coming

Ul'ath'tallar Nizzre'tyne after reading the letter handed it to the Spider Guard on duty in the foyer. "See to it that someone finds me so that I may escort her in."

//Let me know when you are on and I'll meet you with Nizzre

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."