The door to the Temple opens and the Ul’ath’tallars human male slave 52 rushes out. He has parchment in his hands and a dagger. He flies down the steps and skids to a stop at the center of the punishment circle outside the Temple. He hurriedly places the parchment on the ground and stabs it with the dagger then dashes off to one side at full speed.

Suddenly a figure looms at the door of the Temple. The look of pure fury upon this females features do not hide the fact that it is the Ul’ath’tallar herself. Her voice is filled with the power that Lolth grants her, as she begins the chant for a divine spell. She does not shout yet the sound carries and suddenly a gout of divine flame thunders down upon the parchment and the dagger.

She takes the steps one at a time as the next chant begins and another gout of flame follows the last. Another step and another gout of flame pours down. Again and again as she gets closer and closer. Until the parchment is not even dust so destroyed it is and the dagger only a puddle of metal.

She kneels and speaks using the same powerful voice that carries. “Glorious Goddess of the Webs, Divine Valsharess, Dread Queen! You are the Law and I am Your voice. Your fury is my fury. I am Your whip and payment for Your laws broken will be taken.”

Ul’ath’tallar Nizzre’tyne rises and strides purposefully into the Temple. “Find me Yath’tallar Velve. Now.” Echos about the Temple cavern as does the slamming of the Temple door.

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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."

*Velve gets word of the fired up ul'ath'taller. She turns and smacks the male slave scrubbing her feet. She demands to be dried off and a new set of armor brought her her immidently.*

"The time I have awaiting. Lets see what future the vandrees have this time" *she grins as her armor is fitted to her*

*Velve leaves the inqinity and departs towards the temple. Her strides are long and powerfully as her sword swings along with her hips.fallowing behind is a slave carrying her helm and a bottle of whiskey*

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Braller Thunderbeard: The Dwarven mini-Jesus with a porn star name. Blasphemous.
Dante: "He is likely to heal you as he is likely to smite you."

May'ryna skirts over and purrs quietly for only the irate ul'ath'tellar to hear....

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Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of Eilistraee
Danika Nefzen: Druid of the Earthmother
Delia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm

Whatever is said earns the priestess a sharp blow across the face. When she gets back up, she bows, and the two speak quietly for a time...

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Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of Eilistraee
Danika Nefzen: Druid of the Earthmother
Delia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm