Heal them both, and then have them strip. Conduct the interrogation with them nude, just to highlight how utterly helpless they are. Maybe have them dance while they brief you.

We need to find out about resources, who is expecting them where, what the pre-arranged response to the matriarch disappearing is, long term plans, spy networks, the works.

But of course, the Drow who received the beating is still conscious, if only barely. I am oh so sure she regrets her earlier insults. Especially the one where she spat in your face. And the one where she implied you were a servant of the witch-mayor. That one too.

Your spider, completing its healing, removes itself from the Drow with a happy squeak. Crawling up your arm, the small creature watches from your shoulder as the matriarch raggedly breathes, seeming to hum cheerfully at her pain.

>Previous Threads, for your consideration:
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14893882/
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14897507/
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14904666/
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14918470/
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14928381/
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14939603/
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14949512/

>Novice's Guide To Evil
>Not Beginner's
So does that mean we've graduated to novice level?

>>14954504

I do believe it's time to show the duality of our nature.

Let's have our two Drow guests removed from that filthy dungeon, and cleaned up, shall we?

And maybe have their measurements taken so we can design some lovely frilly outfit that the ignorant noble women would fawn over. Something white, so as to contrast and complement their... natural body tones. Filthy elves.

And I suppose we can have a nice sit-down with them and Lliara attending. And our Orc and Assassin off in the shadows.

Oh, and we need to take care of those bruises, and ready for explaining why we have been blessed with the company of our allied Drow matriarch.

>>14954535

Wake the matriarch, heal her enough to stay awake. Heal the daughter completely, then question them both.

Strip them or not, it doesn't really matter.

From past thread:

Have it been confirmed if the contracts of the Drow Matron (what's her name) is inherited or not, or if her contracts only honors us through her orders?

Also, since not all Shadow contracts is not all one-sided as ours, we need to get some time to check through the contracts that she have.

There might be some 'SAVE ME FROM MY ENEMIES' clause from one of the contractees.

Study more on contracts. Is there any way they can forcibly be broken by others through spells or manipulation.

>>14954557

Splendid idea, we can do this over brunch.

We also must inquire if the nobility will be hosting anything like balls or the like - if we are to explain the two Drow, such a celebratory one would make things much easier.

>>14954555
This

"I'd like to ask what is the nature of your alliance with Ferdnia, or is it with Lord Blackmoor? Please tell me the tale in its entireity. "

not /tg/ related

rolled 5147 = 5147

w000t we're evil n00bs! w3'r3 t3h r0xx0rs!
Don't forget the TREASURE, the magical tomes inscribed with long-forgotten spells, the Artifacts bristling with Arcane Magicks, the plentiful mines in the Underdark full to the brim with exotic Ores. the myriads of slaves and the P.R. staff of a Matriarch; hair care assistants, Daemonical pedicurists, pleasure slaves(HAHA DISREGARD THAT I SUCK COCKS they're probably male boytoys), EVIL apothecaries, Dark Templar Haberdashers! TREASURE! ALL MINE!
Edit for less redundant redundancy.

>>14954627
. . .
Actually, that one Anon is correct. After interpreting all those contracts, let's start with inventorying all the hoard (material or political) of these pair of drows.

Starting with the connection between them and Blackmoor.


I am having problem posting this post...

With so many more people under us via dark contract (Haeliira, Haeliira's other underlings, Dricree, Lliara) we've greatly increased our risk of being called on to fight for them in a contract dispute.

Better be ready for a fight all the time.

Also, how many people did we inherit from Haeliira's contracts? Who are they, what can they do, where are they, and how do we get in contact with them?

>>14954698
I mean this one post: >>14954660

rolled 4280 = 4280

Getting kinda late, rite? Sorry, gotta hit the pillow. CY

Terrific schedule boss, but perhaps a more nuanced timeplan would be more healthy both for you, your minions, and the OP?

>>14954555
>>14954556
>>14954533
Healing them with the spider watching from your shoulder, you smile warmly at them, as if a caring lover, rather than the sadistic master you and I know you are. The pair of them, Haeliira Torana and her daughter Dricree Torana, brighten with the Divine energies, though you of course feel their hatred for you rising off their bodies. The hatred which sustains your feelings of ire for them. Releasing the Drow from her restraints, you flinch slightly as Dricree throws a punch in your direction. Her fist trying to both move towards you and away from you, you press against it ever slow slightly, moving it down to the table. With a jerk to your left you pull her from the wooden board, the Drow falling forward and slamming against the wall. With some amount of struggling, your new pets sit still, as you seat yourself next to them. Patting the Drow's bruised back, she winces and screams in pain through a clenched jaw, your spider crawling off your arm and out of the room. Instructing the Drow to rise to their feet, you have them undress and dance as you question them on their resources. The matriarch resists speaking, but the contract enforces your will, and she cannot help but spill her guts.

Over the next hour, the tired and most likely hungry Drow explain the nature of the Clan of Torana. It seems that they have been separated from their fellow Drow for many many years, following a chain of cave-ins caused by a large battle. While being apart from other Drow has allowed them to build up their forces, they also found themselves with only the surface world to explore. Haeliira's people resisted at first. How could they, Drow, stoop so low as to explore the surface? But with no trading partners, and no way to get new slaves, they had no choice.

>>14954804
At first raiding Picardwall caravans for supplies, they soon found themselves the subjects of Picardwall's military might. They managed to keep the Picardwall forces back, but they still needed more resources. Therefore did they, with much shame, ally with Ferdnia. Ferdnia it seems is not aware of Clan Torana's being cut off from the rest of the Underdark, and think to use the nonexistent passageways to attack Picardwall from behind. to that end they have tried to appease the Clan with gifts of slaves, gold, and other such material goods. All taken from Picardwall.

Besides what they have been given by Ferdnia, they have an extensive network of caverns, many of which have their own small cities. And all answer to Haeliira. At least, officially. While the tributes keep coming, and her subjects continue to worship her like a living god, the matriarch is aware of certain rogue elements that seek to subvert her authority. All those directly below her on the food chain are bound to her service, but those below them are not. The can actively attempt to overthrow her, without contracts second guessing their moves.

What they have in terms of treasure and magical artifacts is a vast collection of such things. Most is stored within the walls of Haeliira's palace, but some of it is outside her grasp, traded between the Torana Drow for great sums of money.

Finished with listening to them blather on about their race, you shake your head and order them to follow you. Calling forth your loyal tower spiders, you order them to bring the Drow, hidden of course, to the fitting room. They will be fitted for spider silk dresses in the latest fashion, of course. You can't have any of your other minions questioning what you have done to them. The tower spiders bowing their heads, they lead the Drow on, the pair seeming to shake with anger. Ha! Excellent, my lord. Quite excellent.

>>14954810
Waiting within the dining hall for an hour, you eat what food you can. It seems to leave a sour taste in your mouth, however. Bitter, almost like ashes.

Ignoring the food, you drink a bit of wine as you wait for the Drow to be fitted, savoring the taste. Greeting a group of spiders as they enter, they push along the Drow, now dressed in things far from the ragged clothing they had on before. The spiders seem to shout in unison as they present the Drow, as if to say 'Ta Da'. Smiling at your creations, you shoo them off and have the Drow take their seats. The tower spiders present them with a breakfast worth of a king, and at your order, the Drow eat. As they finish, yourself continuing to drink only wine, their bruises slowly fade.

>bitter, like ashes
Shadow magic is killing us. Fucking called it.

>>14954818

Ask the drow to tell us what sorts of humiliations they would find most mortifying.

Well great. Now that we got that sorted out, let's all eat brunch with the Orc, assassin, and witch. Everyone can introduce themselves.

>>14954859

Lichdom here we come! On a more serious note, we should probably talk to the witch about this at once, maybe even bring in some outside advice, possibly from the towns holyman? I really dunno where to go with this.

>>14954908

Wouldn't Haeliira (the matron) know something about the effects and risks? We could ask her.

>>14954818
>>14954810
>>14954804
"Sigh. If Dricree had come to us, without the insulting and bad attitude, we would have been happy to accomodate her and and produce a good trade deal for both the Torana Clan and us, without all this ...impoliteness."

I think we can get some drow up here, if we make it look like a trade deal. Maybe the dissidents to make into mecha-driders under our control.

>>14954939
Well, that and the manners to apologize for being an Elf without a collar on.

>>14954908
>>14954921

Let's go with these, although asking in private. It could simply be an after-affect of our magic fight.

Well, we should strive to showcase the Drow to high society, after getting a message back to the Drow Underdark place that it was entirely the Matriarch's decision to leave via magical means "that no, you can't ask about because they're state secrets and telling you would mean I'd have to cut your head off" so she could celebrate her daughter's victory.

As well as forge a contract with a young James McBadguy (that is our name, right? From the first thread) to construct large mining spider constructs to assist in the creation of new tunnels for the Drow.

This, all happening after Mooncraft introduced us to the Drow daughter, who was fascinated by the spider constructs that we had created.

Plausible cover story, or plausible cover story?

> The hatred which sustains your feelings of ire for them.
Hmm, would the ire sustain us? Shouldn't we savor such hatred? Even as we savor the (contractual and Stockholm Syndrome-induced) ironic love of the witch?

So long as we do not fall under the sway of the Shadows, I see no reason to hate the loss of the sense of taste. Well, of course we hate it being taken (ripped out of us, in fact) without our own volition. If it had been an exchange of sorts though...

>>14955027

Eh, taste is overrated. If worse comes to worse, we can have our spider children taste for us.

Or we can become a lich and it doesn't matter.

>>14954939
>>14954921
>>14954908
>>14954971
Sighing loudly in their direction, you hang your head and chuckle. The Drow cease their eating and turn in your direction, as you express your regret for the whole situation. Indeed, it might have been avoided had Dricree had been less rude to your person the first time you had met. Asking if they too regret the situation, Haeliira responds instantly.

"With respect, oh Exalted Master, I'm going to kill you the first chance I get. Actually, no. I'll torture you until you beg me to kill you. And then keep you around as a house pet. I'll even let my other servants ride you around."

Laughing heartily, you grin as she winces in pain. You doubt that she'll ever get the chance, but when she does, well, that will be a day to remember. Discussing how to send word to her Clan members that she is fine, the Drow angrily rips an amulet from her neck and passes it to you. As you pull it by the chain, examining it, the matriarch tells you of its workings. The gem set within the amulet pulses like on of your Orbs as you caress it, and grasping it with your hand, you feel the thoughts of another ripple through its form. Winking at her, you activate the gem with a thought, as you have done so many times. But it's different this time. Rather than feeling the thoughts of another, you sense a buffer between your two minds. Thinking of what to say, you force the 'matriarch's' message onto the buffer, and feel the other pull at it. The response comes back quickly, asking where you are. Responding yet again, you order the other to inform 'your' subjects of your disappearance only if asked, and explain the existence of Mooncrown, and 'your' daughters victory within it. Sensing the congratulatory response, you also inform the other of your staying at Mooncrown for the near future, painting a clear picture of the technologies it possesses. Technologies that may allow the Torana Clan to return to the Underdark at large.

>>14955211
You and this unnamed servant trade words for much time, and as you and he, or more probably she, discuss Mooncrown's place in 'your' plans, you make sure to not let on your true identity. Faking the Drow mannerisms with extreme accuracy, you feel fully confident that you have convinced the other of your words, and finally setting the amulet on the ground after requesting a caravan of Drow ambassadors be sent, pass it to the matriarch, with the orders to not use it. She stares at you with unexpressed fury, and gently puts the amulet around her neck. Smiling further, you order her to tell you of what she knows regarding Shadow magic, and the consequences therein. Explaining your meaning, she denies all knowledge of such things, claiming to have used Shadow magic for years without any such problems. She has no idea what's wrong with you, and seems to grin your way slightly, as if pleased with her lack of knowledge.

Well. That Drow is very rude, isn't she?

How to deal with that...

>>14955220
"Aha, indeed it was foolish of myself to expect a woman to maybe even know a spittle of Shadow, indeed, it was also further degrading to actually make the mistake of thinking drow could! Drow! Can you possibly believe that?! Ahaha! And a pathetic little isolated excuse for a clan at that, too!"

Who knows maybe we have an extra tasty soul that those shadow things want.

or maybe we're like jackie estacado from the darkness and by continually practicing our shadow magic we are allowing the darkness out into the world bit by bit.

either way we should be fine as we are extremely evil and when we die our soul will likely implode from all the evil or we just bitch slap the shadow things and get them in line

>>14955211

"Perhaps, Lady Torana, perhaps. But not today. There is much work to be done - the designs of a new, digging spider construct for your kind to use, as well as the weaving of your new dresses must be taken care of. I assume it was your spiders that were crawling about my home - I would like to borrow a few, if you would be so kind, so as to compare their silk to that my own have made."

"And, ah, yes, observing your magical prowess yesterday, I cannot help but wonder if it is possible for one such as I to wield it - and how much could be taken before draining one of all their magical talent..."

Yes, a little punishment. Steal some of her magics, see what we can do with it. Pretentious whore, we'll use her as she is.

Oh, and we might want to advise the daughter to stay away from the Orc. She can - oh, I don't know, go to sleep, or something. I'd imagine that she'd be rather exhausted from all the experimentation we've done on her.

We should probably have the library spiders get to researching our possible ailment. Speaking of our library, has it been growing at all, because it needs to. We should, through the witch; order as many magic related books as possible, and spread word to the local traders that we're looking for any and all magical tomes. Also, do we have a set of encyclopedia? I'd imagine such a thing would be quite useful.

>>14955211
>>14955220
Oh minion, You make my black heart so glad sometimes. You know that don't you.

"Ah, Haeliira. I could so easily use you as my figurehead until the moment, I allow a much more mannered drow matron supplant you. Then, you would come to my tower with the choice of two fates. Become one of my spidermen after weeks brainwashing and genetic mutation, or allow your legs to be cut off and your body transplanted into an iron shell I have planned up. A mecha-drider, it will be called.
You see, I want to control thse lands, both the Underdark and the lands above it. But I will not do that openly. Instead I will be like the spider, using the economic threads that everyone needs to pull my prey closer and closer until they are in my hands."

>>14955327

CONT

"But now you have a choice. Ahaha. A jest. Not much of one, really. You can lead your Clan to riches and glory willingly or unwillingly. That choice is up to you. But when I conquer this land we shall see what your choice will be. As that is the only choice you will ever have."

>>14955304
Indeed. Sounds like a good start.

>>14955327
Then we can follow up with a "you can be part of my inner circle, to reap the rewards of pledged loyalty to me, or you can suffer the fate of all the other insects who think themselves mighty."

At that point, it would be great if one of our spiders (or ourselves) crushes another insect sneaking in.

At which point, we follow up with "so will you follow me for your own good, or because of the contract forced upon you? I'd much rather not have to resort to using the contract to get what I want from you. Cooperation sounds much better to being lobotomized, if you ask me."

>>14955304
You do indeed. A full set of the most recent Encyclopedias available in Ferdnia. Which isn't exactly saying much, considering the blockade. But still, the two hundred volumes have more knowledge within their pages then a dozen commoners have between them. Magical and mundane knowledge, all packed alphabetically into the 1000 page books.

Now, as for magical tomes, you have succeeded in recovering most of Frank the Dead's lost books. However, many more still remain to be found, and while many traders sell the few they find to you, roughly half the books are still unaccounted for. Most of what you have found relates to Divine magic. Lists of summoning spells for Succubai and Balors, Archons and Angels alike. And many Arcane spells as well. Most relating to force spells such as walls of force, spheres of force, force arrows, and things such as that. Your books on Shadow magic are few in number, sadly.

>>14955282
>>14955299
>>14955347
>>14955327
>>14955363
Mocking the Drow with a few insult words and an overarching message, the matriarch's ever so subtle anger fills you with joy. Her daughter, as is to be expected after over twenty four hours of being beaten, is silent. But the matriarch it seems must learn to hold her tongue. She passively drips with hate as she insults you, promising disproportionate revenge as soon as she is able. You counter that she never will be able to enact her vengeance, to which she replies with a controlled 'We shall see'. You change your focus as she appears to admit defeat, and seem to muse out loud your ideas on how she will suffer under your rule. But changing pace yet again, you directly address her. Mocking her once more, you lord over her your superiority, and claim that you shall bring her people to glory. You, not her, shall be their grandest leader. The Drow matriarch quivers with indignation at this remark, but holds her tongue.

>>14955554
So, you offer her a choice. A choice that isn't really a choice at all. But it is quite likely the only choice she'll be allowed to make for much time. She may serve you willingly, and not fight your inevitable dominance over her. Or she may try and lash out, the contract strangling her until she is but a shell of her former self. An insect, to be squashed, you say, as a lone spider captures a beetle climbing over the table. She may bring her people to even greater heights of her own free will, or because of a piece of magical paper. The choice, you claim, is hers. The Drow squeezes her wine glass as she listens, and as you finish, it cracks and shatters, the shards digging into her hand. The broken base of the glass falling to the table, she turns to you and speaks.

"Fuck you human. I'm not going to play your stupid mind game."

Gesturing towards the spider pulling the legs of the beetle gleefully, you ask her then to watch the other creature, sharing a fate she will find for herself as a result of her choice.

Dismissing the two Drow, you get up from the table, and turn back towards them. Commenting on their appearance, you order them to get some sleep. They look tired.

Bidding the ladies good day, you exit the room, followed by your spider, carrying with it a beetle, wrapped in silk.

>>14955554
I'm sorry, that should be a few INSULTING words.

>>14955565

Delicious, if not a good forshadowing of her fate.

A beetle, wrapped in our silk...

Hey, anyone up for seducing the daughter, and killing the matriarch so we can control the Drow society in a more legitimate fashion?

Also, would it be possible to summon Shadow Lawyer without creating a contract? It might be a good idea to learn how a contract can be invalidated, or if they have a time constraint on them.

Well, I guess the matriarch will be our first Mecha-Drider, hmm?

>>14955624

No. I say, instead, we imprison her once she becomes no longer useful. And have her witness the annihilation of her people.

We have, or will have, access to her city, correct? Using the spider constructs, we can convert her entire city into one massive magical circle thing and sacrifice all of her people to power us - perhaps use them to ascend to lichdom - I don't really know. We can use the spiders to paint in the pavement all the necessary runes, or, by digging, carve below/above the city(ies) these massive circles directly into the earth.

Markings are arbitrary - they can be as simple as a line of paint or a line in the dirt scratched in the earth with a stick.

And when she sees the fate wrought upon her people, we will point to her, and tell her that if she had not spurned our hand at the very start, we would have lifted her people to glory, as opposed to being a blood sacrifice to ours.

>>14955646
We could make her a Mecha-Drider and still make her watch us destroy everything she knows and loves. She's just do with with a spider's body for legs.

>>14955672

I suppose so. But what would be the point of turning her into a mecha-drider?

I mean, I suppose we could use her body as a base, sever her motor control in such a way that the roboty bits act of their own accord, and her fleshy parts can't do shit about it.

>>14955687

It's blasphemous to them, mostly. Also, hey, matron boobies.

>>14955554
>>14955565
Looks like our conversation is at an end.

Let's work on getting information on our condition, ask Lord Blackmoore about wizard's towers, imperial libraries, basically anything that can give us information about our condition.

Also, get some trade goods ready for the caravan. Spider silk clothing, some prisoners (give them the elf, they'll love that), and maybe a few trinkets from the dragon's hoard.

Finally, see to Lliara. Use the magic transfer device to transfer some magic from Haeliira to her. Maybe even add a few magic trinkets to make her stronger.

>>14955587
From what you know, it is indeed possible. It's called a 'consultation', and from what you know, is magically draining, but quite educational. Each question drains the consulter's strength, until finally he or she can no longer hold the Shadow in this dimension. At which point the Shadow disappears back into its realm.

You have never done this, however. So there may be unexpected consequences.

>>14955704
Let's see here. This next chapter takes place... ah, four days later. Let us continue then.

The next four days, as I have already said, pass smoothly, with very little in the way of complications. You first prepare to greet the ambassadors' caravan, as is logical, gathering what resources you can in that amount of time. And what a gift basket you craft. While at first you found yourself at a loss as to how you might placate the Drow ambassadors, ideas seeming hard to come by, your list of different valuables only grew as you considered what you knew of Drow culture. Using your study to read up on Drow customs and rituals, you decide upon a collection of several items, in great quantities. First deciding which prisoners of yours seem most easily gifted as slaves, you have your guards round them up into their own cell block, to prepare for their new lives. But what else besides slaves do Drow like? Searching through your tower stores, you gather together a collection of magical items, which, while not powerful, look good enough to be worn by even the most stylish Drow. Little things like rings of telekinesis, or a pair of ladies' gloves that let you electrocute people.

>>14955899
Apart from these items, you also have your spiders work long nights to weave large amounts of their best silk, creating dresses and gowns the likes of the world has never seen. All of course with your mark woven into the design, fitting perfectly with the whole thing, and hiding the paralytic injector hidden within. These things and many more less amazing gifts do you prepare in the four days before the ambassadors' caravan arrives.

With Blackmoor an unknown variable, you have your spidermen seek him out, but to no avail. Indeed, the mayor's assistant remembers leaving him at the mansion, only for him to have disappeared along with his attendants only a few hours later.Though your spidermen search far and wide for the lord, they turn up nothing. He seems to have skipped town out of the blue.

What am I forgetting? Ah, yes, of course. The witch.

Your little mayor is slow to heal, even with your magical assistance. Though you call upon the Drow matriarch to help you undo the damage she caused, the matriarch is at a loss as to how to help. Something which pleases the Drow greatly. Of course you saw fit to punish the matriarch greatly for the witch's ailing health, but that didn't change the fact that she was in poor health. But as you nurse the witch back to health, assisted by your magic and knowledge of alchemy, you and she only grow closer. Yourself conversing with her daily, she lays in your bed for three days while she recovers, during which time you and her play such games as chess, and though you defeat her each time, she seems to enjoy it. Finally, with your help she manages to rise from her bed on the morning before the caravan's arrival. Though fully healed, she is still quite weak, and spends the day sitting in your study, catching up with her assistant. Of course you listen in, so as to relieve the burden of briefing you later. She leaves for the town as the day begins to come to a close, leaving your tower for her home in Mooncrown.

>>14955902
It is the morning of the caravan's arrival. Rising from your bed, you greet the assassin laying next to you, still asleep. Pulling on the clothing laid out for you by a tower servant, your spiders having no taste in fashion save their silk, you drowsily exit your quarters for the throne room. And the day goes on as expected, the same old routine, the same old report from the mayor's assistant. No changes in the town's morale, and gold mine production is up half a percent. Terribly unexciting. Oh, and the Drow ambassadors are in the study with the mayor. She seems to have told her assistant to come and get you.

Grudgingly following the woman, you make your way through your tower to the study. Your guards salute you as you pass, and you greet them with a wave. The study doors open for the assistant, and she steps into the room, announcing her having brought you there. They call for your presence, and with a faked smile, you enter the room. Passing the female Drow, you sit opposite the matriarch's daughter in the center of the study, next to the mayor. She pats you on the head like some kind of pet, and though you feel the sudden urge to lash out and stab everyone in the room to death, you resist it, instead playing the part of the subservient male. An ambassador speaks up.
"So, this is the man we've heard so much about. He looks handsome, for a human."
The witch laughs a bit at this.
"Oh yes, very."
"So then, man, what do you have to say for yourself. Were you not amazed at Dricree's victory in your mistress' arena?"

Oh goddammit, not this again. Fucking Drow and their sexism.

I bet they secretly know that we're in charge of the mayor, and just talk like that to annoy us, the bitches.

>Stab everyone in the room to death

Yes. Do this. We have to.

>>14955938
Indeed. It's almost enough to make one into a sexist.

>>14955899
>>14955902
>>14955930
Lets just finish the trade mission, tell the drow ambassadors that that yes, Dricree fought very well indeed and deservedly won (She won, fair and square, the sword is hers). Also, the matriarch, who came here to congratulate her daughter, has commisioned us to make excavators.

Also, take a mental note "Let Lliara do business with the drow. The mental frustration and urge to kill the whole lot of them is bad for business."

Bump.

Again, archived. I think is a bit late.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=dark+overlord

Ah, sadly it appears that you have lost interest, oh Dark One. I shall continue tonight then.

>>14956008

i agree we can kill things later.

>>14956044
Nah, better let the thread die. We could keep going tomorrow (today indeed).

"Begrudgingly, madams, I am not permitted by my mistress to enact conversation with outsiders, whomever they may be, unless to tell them that I cannot converse with them."

Just keep quiet and control yourself. Our time will come, you will see.
Soon, we will have this pretentious and impudent clan at our heels

>>14956056
It was an exhausting battle. We need to rest. You shall too, our minion. com back tomorrow at dusk, so we must continue with our evil deeds.

Ey, guise, i have an idea.

What about we make a discussion thread now, so we can be sure to what to do when op is back tonight, and we cut out all this discussion bullshit and go deeper in the campaing?

Sounds a good idea to me.

>>14957111

Sounds smart. That way we can plan this shit out before hand.

>>14956008
>>14956065

I say we go with these plans. We must appear to be subservient to Lliara, the proper Mayor. We are a simple businessman/entrepreneur - while we do have a right to partake in the talks, it will mostly be done at the signal of Lliara.

And we really need to comment about being handsome. Seriously, are we just that dashing, or are we emitting some kind of pheromones?

On that note, we need to research that. A perfect addition to the arsenal of our spiders.

And if anyone comments on how exhausted Lliara seems to be, we simply state how, "my mistress has recently seen to grace me with her presence each night. The last, especially."

>>14957782
Hum, dont know if saying that will be a good thing. Meaby drows will see it as a weakness, and if we need to our town to know it. Meaby we should think a better lie. Something about further training in magic, or something like that.