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warriors, priests, soldiers of Selvetarm.

a humble chapel dedicated to "Spider who waits" has opened doors in Underport. Do come and pay your respects freely, without supervision and controll of Yath. Discussions of theology are welcome.

- Qax'thel De'aarth -

A slender drow male can be seen reading one of these notices in Underport. He nodded once after having read the content and headed to find this chapel.

A tall, by female drow standards, priestess clad in heavy armors stops to take heed of the notice. For a moment, her eyes narrow, but then she gives the posting a little smirk as she turns away, something spinning behind her red gaze.

A zhaunin runs up and hands one of the notices to a male bearing the Ul'faeruk badge in conversation with the slavemaster in Underport. He takes the notice and reads it, and excuses himself from the presence of the Illithid for a moment, then doubles over in laughter.

"Isen should be quite amused as well..." Still chuckling, he pens a quick note and hands to his assistant, "Deliver this to the High Priest of Selvatarm, Isendu't'tar My'ana d'Xull'd'Vharcan." He concludes his business in Underport and sets off into the darkness apperently in a more jovial mood then when he came.

At the Temple in the City of Webs, the Ul'ath'tallar hands a note to her slave 52. "Deliver this to the Temple Slave Master." She then proceeds into the Alter room for her morning prayers.

//PM sent

Slave 52 may have found the Slave Master bathing in the public baths of the city. His cloths and his whip lay aside upon a dry pile. He glanced at the slave with mild surprise, summoning her closer to receive the letter she was carrying.

"Hmmm. " He casted another glance at the letter then looked back at the slave. He sent her back to her master. "Tell her the letter was delivered. Don't hesitate." The moment the slave disappeared out of sight, he stood up and clothed himself. A new cycle has begun.

*Isen receives the letter and also laughs, then heads off to his residence after dismantling his altar. He can be seen some time later walking the tunnels towards L'Obsul, bags packed as if he will be gone for a short while*

Qax'thel sits silently in corner lifting a finger towards Delareng who comes to pour him another whisky. He looks at the people running around showing his "humble fliers".

"quite a ruckuss. that provocative was it?" -he aswell seems to be in rather positive mood.

fool of a priest

Victyr spies a notice whilst passing through Underport on business. He sucks air in through his teeth, cringing.

'Ah long tooth, you just had to mention the Yath, didn't you?'

He avoids Qax and his new shrine, though could often be seen checking back in Underport, perhaps waiting to see what would become of them.

*Briefly scans the notice, then continues on his way*

Il'haress Maral Tinnerai scans over the copy of the notice that was brought to her in her office. Her face turns from one of slight irritation at being bothered by such nonsense, to a blank expression broken only by the cold violet steel in her eyes as she reads the signature.

The il'haress slowly wads the notice with the strong slender fingers of one hand and drops it onto the floor. Standing from the round table in her office, she walks down the hallway and upstairs to her private quarters.

The black and gold cobras on the whip hanging from the Priestess's hip writhe, stretch, and spit venom as she walks.

*Vlos looks over the notice and shakes his head and speaks out loud to himself*
"I am so confused as to why young priests of Selvetarm forget their place and act like they serve Vhaeraun. Perhaps the High Priest Isendu't'tar will remind this young one how Selvetarm serves his Dread Queen."

A lithe elven girl stopped by one of the notices, reading them, then shook her head a little, concerned now.
This is not going to end good, O'Su. We have to be careful. Very careful.

A tall jaluk angrily crumples one of the notices in his hand, his eyes flushing red as he smolders, the note turning into a tiny ball in his fist. Tossing it down the Shaft, the jaluks spits out words like they are bile. "True followers of He Who Waits realize whom it is our Lord waits upon and -never- forget. This one will have to be reminded."

Underport's guard makes a point of stopping by the listed location, perceiving the taunt. They make it known that if this invites trouble in Underport, this "Shrine" will be closed and all those involved will have overstayed their welcome in the city of Underport and will no longer be permitted within.

A drow dressed in dark clothes and hood reads the sign and sighs in displease. His blood-red eyes would shine murderously behind his black half mask as he hissed quietly:

It might be a time to pay him a visit...

notices hanged allover underport

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