Maral thought it an odd way to receive a request for a meeting, but she shrugged at the quiet-spoken jalil as she walked out of the foreign inn. When she returned to Edonil she looked at the long building, seemingly making up her mind. Il'haress Tinnerai entered Iniquity and found the jalil behind the bar, "You wished to see me Yath'taller?"

The two Yath retired to a side office and spoke for several hours. When Maral finally emerged she seemed relaxed and had an odd smile on her face. Stopping by a table she picked up a drink sitting before a jaluk and downed its entire contents, almost as if in celebration, before leaving the building.

Having no idea how to complete her assigned task, Lolth brought her guidance through a confrontation with odd fish creatures, that suggested she look for the beasts in the desert.

The Priestess spent almost the next full cycle combing the acursed desert looking for her prey. When the task was finally done she was relieved to return to the underdark and its cool, blessed darkness. She took her time in qu'ellar d'Tinnerai cleaning herself and her armor of the surface grime.

Maral Tinnerai d'VerinVharc strode through the common room of Iniquity and dropped a large bag of snake heads on the bar, "I believe that concludes the first -test-, Yath'taller"
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Maral returned to the desert and relished in kicking rocks around the water holes to see what would crawl out. She took her time, using her divine magic to stun her prey so she could examine them, and pick just the perfect specimens. "Xas, ssin'urn ebony ji saph l' renor eoul'gule'is d' Tinnerai."

Il'haress Tinnerai chose six exquisite specimens in all, three black cobras, and three gold. "The extra, I will decide what to do with later..."

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*Velve awaits the young yathrin as she begins gathering matrerals for the ritual. Makeing she she carefully examines each peice determining if its up to the task. She would whisper a prayer here and their. Her vipers would hiss and holler as Velve works on the preperations. When she finishes she bows to the idol of Lolth and leaves the temple with out word waiting for her return.*

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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."

Il'haress Tinnerai sat at her meeting table going over recent events in Edonil with Calle of Ussen d'vhid, and two jalilen of qu'ellar Tinnerai, when a guard tapped on her office door.

"Come!" she called.

Bowing the guard says, "Malla Il'haress, Yath'taller Velve Qos'Yutsu is here to see you."

She waved for the guard to show the yath'taller in, and curtly dismissed the other jalilen. Standing from her chair the il'haress nodded respectfully, "Yath'taller, a pleasure to see you. I was about to come and find you at the temple." The two sat and the il'haress picked up a heavy bag that was slightly moving, sitting it on the table between them.

Yath'taller Velve looked at the bag and asked curtly, "Did you do any research on the vipers, before you made your choice?"

Standing from her chair the il'haress's lips spread into a wicked grin. "Xas, Malla Yath'taller..." Sweeping her hands over the bag, Maral sent a small sound burst into the knot of vipers, and they all became still. She opened the bag, and pulling one at random she inspected it with care.

"Ahhh.. this black cobra here is called an Hemachatus... it can spit venom with no need to bite... " She replaces the viper and grabs another, this one is gold. "This beauty...is a Paranaja... lovely name, nau? ...It likes to burrow... particularly lovely for torture." Maral places the gold cobra back into the bag and looks to Velve's face to see if she requires any further proof of the research. Only when the yath'taller nods does Maral lovingly close the bag.

The Yath'taller stands, and erects an altar to Lolth, blesses the ritual, and gives Maral extremely detailed instructions ending with, "If more than two of the serpents die, then you fail! Do you understand?"

Maral casually nods her understanding and begins following the steps exactly as she has been told. Calling on Lolth's divine magic, and divine favor to seal the work in the Valsharess' name.

When each serpent has been attached as instructed, Maral calls on Divine Favor to decide her fate. To her joy, and the yath'taller's mild surprise, four of the five serpents live! As the fifth begins to weaken and droup, before the light is completely gone from its eyes, the other four twist, hiss and strike, within seconds the weak viper has been devoured. The four remaining vipers curl around Maral's arm seeming satisfied with their meal.


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