Maral, Il'haress of Edonil's third house, stepped from her office and looked both directions, up and down, the central hallway of qu'ellar d'Tinnerai. Following some inner guidance she recognized as the pull of the Valsharess, she left her qu'ellar and walked the streets of Edonil. She stopped and stood before the open gates to the city.

Alton walked up behind her, and bowed, "Vendui' Malla il'haress". The Priestess nodded in reply, not turning to face him. "Something is wrong, Alton... Seal these gates, and stand guard". She turned and quickly made her way to the qu'ellar and back to the city gates. Speaking absently, as if to herself, "The wards hold at the qu'ellar... yet something... Come Alton"

The two Tinneraien walked through the city gates, and into the Deeper Dark. The farther Maral walked, the more her eyes glazed over as her trance deepened. Steadily she worked her way toward L'obsul. She began to slow, and walk wider circles the closer she got to the mining community. She came to an abrupt halt, Alton almost colliding with her from behind. As he looked around his Matron Mother his eyes grew slightly larger. Maral bent to inspect the body, and its clothing to be sure... the jaluk commented, "Oh, a Qos'Yutsu... how... intriguing".

The Priestess noted the faintest of pulse in the drow's neck.. he wouldn't last much longer. His back was full of stab wounds. His red and black cloak all but shreaded. She slowly walked a full circle around the jaluk's body - laying blood red stones at evenly spaced intervals. She knelt by the head, layed her hand upon it, and began an incantation to the Dread Queen.

"Malla Valsharess... touch your chosen child...
...infuse me with your power...
... heal this body....
...return his soul, that he might continue your work..."

As the divine power surged through her, Maral's neck arched backward, the flow passed into the body, and TalTar'VyrAvin began to stir...

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Iim'mur'ss - Grandmaster Shadowdancer / Aaralyn - Diplomat / Oleander - Toxic Desert Flower

Lissinor observes from within the confines of the darkness of the Underdark. Taking note of the scenario and planning what can be done with this.

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"You are still willing to do these things? After all he is your father."

"And he is your Lord Husband. If there is a difference, please explain it to me...."