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The male, drow, mage approached the elf, who stood, her eyes on the south part of town, he greeted her. The elf’s expression registered recognition and she nodded at him, wishing him a good evening. The two continued over the small bridge into the south part of the town and entered the tavern. Filled with racous beings from an assortment of planes they did not seem out of place, and were quickly seated at a table.

The two obviously knew each other and had come together for a purpose. Idle chitchat and banter did not last long between the two, simply enough for the sake of civility.

The drow whom the elf called Isendur, and the elf, whom the drow called Isilme began to speak of what drew them together, the quest for power. Isendur questioned the elf, “You do hold some interest in me, or the house I serve, do yuo not?

Isilme nodded, warily, “I have interest in what can allow me to weild more power.”

“We both understand each other well,” the drow steepled his fingers and looked at the elf, evaluating her, “You might be young, but already you are a promising mage. Such as you are always needed.” He paused, shortly and then continued, “Do you know of Kiransalee?”

Isilme arched and eyebrow and professed she knew little of the goddess, and listened with interest as Isendur explained the path of the Dark Lady to her. She expressed more and more interest in the goddess as the drow talked on, her studies in necromancy had much in common with Kiaransalee.

Then the elf stopped, and grinned wryly at herself, “I serve Bane - he is a rather selfish master.

“Bane?” the drow frowned slightly.

Nodding the elf explained, “Yes, Bane, the god of tyranny, slavery, and strife. I doubt he would appreciate my,” she paused, finding the words, “’supporting’ another deity.”

“But he could do nothing to you if you decided to become a follower of a different god. He cannot match Kiransalee.”

The two argued briefly over this, Isilme’s hundreds of years of worshipping Bane conflicting with her desire for personal gain, knowledge, and power. Isendur sat back, watching her, impassively. She leaned back in her chair, clenching her fists and suddenly burst out, “Fine then - it is too much to pass up, there is too much knowledge to be had!

Isendur queried, “So you agree?”

“I – yes,” Isilme winced and raised her hands to her temples, and suddedly fell to the floor, on her knees.

Isendur stood up and looked at her, alarmed, “Are you alright?” he offered her his hand and she gladly took it, staggering upwards.

Isilme moaned slightly and spat bloody phlegm onto the tavern floor, somewhat amused she coughed and said, “It appears my agreement is not met with approval.”

Isendur agreed, “Hmm, I can see that”

The elf grimaced and spoke, “I am - will be- fine.”

“Do you accept the ways of Kiransalee?,” Isendur asked, “Say yes and I shall help you.”

“Insofar as I know of them, yes,” Isilme accepted, “and will accept them as I know more.”

With that the drow started chanting, and asked of Isilme again, “Do you accept me as your master and teacher, granting me your name?”

“Yes.”

With that Isendur reached forward, and drained Isilme of some of her lifeforce. She staggered at the touch, but gritted her teeth and perservered, while he chanted on.

Isilme could feel Bane’s hold on her being lessened, but was torn in two internally, drawn one way and than another. Another drow joined the pair , smiling coldly as she looked at Isilme…………..

Isendur looked to the drow female, and gave greeting, then spoke of Isilme, “This kivvil… has chosen to follow Kiransalee, yathrin… do help her get rid of her former deity.”

The female, whom he addressed as Lomothrulia, slowly closed and opened her eyes, mulling over the idea, “Mmmm xas.”

Isendur backed away as Lomothrulia and Isilme eyed each other, “Dos are truley faithful?” Lomothrulia asked.

“I serve willingly,” Isilme anwered.

“Hmmmm,” Lomothrulia, thought for a minute, then spoke, “Ussa needs proof”

“Proof?”

Lomothrulia nodded, “Dos will have to do usstan a favour. Udos will go to the Zhenghi Highlands and slay five children.”

Isilme winced once more and tunrned her head to the side, spitting blood, while Lomothrulia continued, “And Usstan then zhall raise a powerful undead with thier souls.”

Wiping her bloodied lips on the sleeve of her coat Isilme chuckled, “And you wish to watch?”

Lomothrulia grinned in response, “Ready?”

Isilme nodded, shrugging, “Certainly:

Lomothrulia smiled and spoke, “Then to the Highlands, off udos go.”

Isendur called out beind them, “I shall allow you to act without Bane interfering, but will not be able to follow. Now go and be quick.” He strained with the effort of chanting, and maintaining his ward.

The female drow and elf moved quietly through the city, and once outside took the ferry to Benzor. The two, hooded and shrouded walked through the port city, and with night, came out into the wilderness north of it.

Isilme was a powerful mage and she easily dealt death to the oppenents they met. Once inside the home of the Zhenghi, after incapacitating all of the warriors, she approached a group of children, who cowered, fearfully. Coldly, and callously she took their lives.

Lomothrulia smiled at the efficiency the children were slain, and set about summoning a powerful undead creature, as she captured their souls. Blood swirled about her fingers, and a lich rose from a rift, bowing to Lomothrulia.

The three left the cavern and approached a ring of standing stones, and were met by Isendur, “Bane’s power is no longer affecting you, so I guessed that it was going well” He looked at both of them, and the corpses, the lich, “And it appears that it is.

With that Lomothrulia and the lich opened a portal amidst the standing stones. They ushered Isilme through and followed. The portal opened into a temple, and Isilme nodded to the necromancer that greeted her on the other side.

Lomothrulia followed close on Islime’s heels, greeting the necromancer herself, “] Vendui’”

“Bel’la jaluk,” said Isendur.

The drow necromancer nodded, then spoke, “Lil mistress waits for dos.”

Isendur looked to Isilme, “Come.”

As the trio walked through the temple, Isilme took it all in, and Lomothrulia spoke, “These tiles were laid in death. Step with reverance.” Isilme nodded and ran her fingers over the runes engraved upon the columns.

“The very walls echoe death,” Lomothrulia smiled, then sobered as they approached the high preistess. Bowing, she said to the priestess, “Great Lady Udos Brings Tidings. A Mortal wishes to praise your glory, High Priestess we bring a convert.” With that she grinned and gestureed to Isilme.

The High Priestess Re’tha Kiyth looked to Isilme, “Speak to me rivvel.. usstan wish to see dosst loyalty.”

Isilme inclined her head and addressed the priestess, “I offer my soul, and my service, in exchange for the knowledge and power that such offereings may grant me.”

“Xas..,” the high priestess said, “A great power indeed..”

Lomothrulia grinned widely, watching the exchange.

The High Priestess Re’tha Kiyth continued, “Dos offer dosst soul to the mistress willingly xas?”

“I do.”

“Come,” the priestess beckoned Isilme foreward, “usstan wish to see dosst loyalties before dosst .. true life.”

Isilme stepped forward and the priestess looked deep into her eyes, “Bane? Dos wish to revoke this faith?”

Isendur looked up, and waited for Isilme’s answer, “I do, and embrace that of Kiaransalee.”

The High Priestess Re’tha Kiyth spoke once more, “Then.. it shall be.. Her power shall take as well as give,” raising her hands high above her head she wove an enchantment about Isilme, a red cloud rising about them both, then, with an ereathreal scream that dissipated the cloud whispered, “it is done..”

Lomothrulia intoned, “Kiaransalee tlu Malla,” and Isendur gave Isilme a strange smile.

“Dosst soul is within service of the Lady of dosst will,” said the high priestess, looking at Isilme, who raised her chin and smiled coldly.

“This is,” she paused, “agreeable.”

Turning to Lomothrulia the high priestess instructed her, “This one is within dosst care Jabbress Xierchein.”

Lomothrulia nodded, “Xas, of course.”

“Be sure her faith dos naut .. waver.. usstan sense a bwael deal of .. potential.” the priestess commanded, “now.. if that is all”

Lomothrulia smiled, “Xas Yathrin. Dosst service is appreciated.

Islime stepped back off the dias and turned to the pair of drow, who welcomed her into the service of Kiaransalee.

Isilme happened upon two lifeless bodies, prone on the ground. In meagre bags of possesions were the cups that marked them as servants as the god Paragor. She recognized one as Rome and the other as Fleischild - from her time spent spying on them. Lips pressed together in a cold smile the elf quickly drew a rune about the pair of corpses. The rune was drawn in blood, blood that seemed to eat away the grass it had been drawn on and make the pattern squirm under all but the most disciplined gaze. The elf chanted low and fast, under her breath. Soon a swirling vortex appeared under the corpses, in the center of the runes. Howls from the erethreal plan could be heard as the bodies swirled into the portal and vanished. Slowly the run faded from the grass, and Isilme, exhausted, smiled - pleased.

The preistess looked up as the familiar portal flared to life before her. Two bodies appeared and she smiled as her necromancers took notice and moved to deal with the corpses.