36. High Ambassador by Jexi

T’shannotlaak, High Ambassador

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T’shannotlaak, High Ambassador to Vvrock’uvin from the Illithid nation of Venorik Che’el, stroked a long talon gently across the delicate contour of Haven’s Princess Jexibell’s left cheek.

<< You did well. You’ll do more. >> The ulitharid stood over a foot and a half taller than the slender elf with runic blood. << Enemy of my enemy, obsession of my nemesis, only I can keep you and your papa safe. Just like I promised. Just like I’ve done and will continue to do because you’re my favored thrall. >>

The fair-skinned Princess of Haven didn’t flinch as the mauve-skinned monstrosity moved around her naked body, the young woman stared straight ahead while it inspected every inch of her, including the most personal of areas. It’s touch was intimate yet strangely impersonal, while checking for tears, knowing she was a virgin, knowing the physical consequences of the lust he’d induced within her. Any time fear started to seep into her consciousness, a flow of warmth accompanied the calming affect of it’s reassuring words in her mind. Her papa was safe, because she’d trusted T’shannotlaak. It had saved him. T’shannotlaak only acts in her best interest. And Malachi confirmed that her father was fine. And she must continue to do what is needed of her or Malachi will consume her papa’s soul.

The ulitharid removed its long, thin digit from the tight, hot orifice, her fragrance was as sensational as the intense emotions that roiled like a stormy sea just below her calm façade. That was what had drew the creature’s attention as it left the 1st Qu’ellar of Vvrock’uvin. Deriving no pleasure sexually from the intimate contact, it nonetheless felt an alien stirring, there was a subtle power hidden in the core of this young woman, a power that is now under it’s control. She was everything the drow hated and T’shannotlaak could gain many favors by turning the honey-haired elf over to the Queen Matron. But the ulitharid wanted to know why Princess Jexibell’s father was within the Queen’s necromancer’s tower.

T’shannotlaak’s talons traced the deep scars made by Malachi, it already knew how they came to be. Her only physical imperfections were caused by him, the worst of her mental ones as well. The runic blood thrummed through her, endearing her to the creature. And it was her father that had begun the turning of Vvrock’uvin those decades ago. It’s colony had found out much about Lord Ael’Renmah, the King of Haven, between what it had gleaned from scanning Jexi’s mind to that which is common knowledge, Roshian history. It hadn’t taken T’shannotlaak long to connected the dots and fill in the missing pieces. Although it doesn’t have all the details, it has enough. And aside from one of the last runics, enemy of its enemy, there was the Scion. The physically born Scion named Malachi. That the Scion was busy experimenting with his new, corporeal body, was to this ulitharid’s advantage. Sex was a powerful motivator and Malachi was interested in his sister.

One day, T’shannotlaak will savor her brain and it plans on doing it publicly.

Tues, June 28th – 1:03AM

T’shannotlaak, High Ambassador (Recommendations: 0 )

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Her parents arrival back to Haven provided the chaos and excuse Jexibell needed. It was simple, really. Within Palace d’Emeraude, she explained calmly to her worried brother, Corythalis, that she would continue to stay at A’kanero’s despite his pleas for her to return to the castle. She needed time away from the stress of what has happened and continued to plague her parents.

To Kane she said that because of her parents’ mental state, it’s imperative that she return to the palace. Though reluctant, there was little the half-elf could do without jeopardizing everything he’s been painstakingly working towards. The veteran of many drow wars in Serth would appear the callous ass and invoke his betroth’s icy demeanor should he try and insist.

It was set then, her evenings were her own, to spend with Malachi or return to T’shannotlaak in Vvrock’uvin. The ulitharid monitored her carefully, using as many spells as possible to bypass alerting the Scion, resorting to manipulating her mentally only in extreme cases. The Ambassador to Vvrock’uvin made sure to heal Jexi’s wounds, provide artificial sustenance and rest when needed and make sure it kept on top of all the rapidly changing dynamics that were a part of this extremely unusual family.

Malachi was first and foremost the ulitharid’s goal, the Scion are one of the few races that can evoke dread in the evil and powerful illithid. A single Scion could spell the doom for every colony painstakingly established on Rosha. The Elder Brain of T’shannotlaak’s silent city could not permit this and presented with the unique opportunity to study this exceptional Scion, was taking full advantage of the chance.

Sun, Aug 7th – 3:47PM