Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

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Her obsidian silken gown flowed along the cold marble floors; the embedded spiders kissed by the length of her stride. The dark halls of the Dev'lin compound echoed with the scratching of a thousand spiders, the scurrying of dark spiked legs hummed with the click of mandibles and the lapping of captured flesh. Qilintha's eyes had narrowed into a hateful glare, the deep anger poisoning her eyes further than usual, the bloodied hue glowing brighter with each step as she marched on. Her and the Queen's 'servants' had lowered their heads and most had hidden from view, save for the braver few... Her highest ranking Dev'lin followed closely behind - matching her quick step as she moved on. Their eyes as dark but determined as Qilintha's, as if they had read her every thought and knew just where the daggers were to fall.

The Ilharess said nothing. She did not need to. They knew. They all knew...

Qilintha finally reached the exit of the Dev'lin compound, the guards kneeling at the notice of her twisting lips. It was apparent she wanted blood. She wanted them to scream the Queen's name, or at least, in her name. She would make it happen.. It was only a matter of time.

Lis'intha followed closely on her mothers heels as they strode. She was so proud of her mother, so desperate to be like her ... so desperate to take her place! The words echoed in her head as she shook it off hoping no one noticed that hint in her eyes as she watched her mother.

But she was still too young ... too inexperienced ... too ... She bite her bottom lip hard enough to draw a few droplets of blood. The look in her own eyes turned to that of a deep dark plotting pleasure.

She had time ... even though her sister had been brought up from her schooling and was now an active member of the Qu'ellar. Her sister had better scheming abilities then she did. Something she had always been jealous of, and yet her sister, was weak. Lis'intha had always been the stronger. She knew she had time ... to learn from both her mother ... and her little sister ... the one reason her sister still lived. A wicked and devious smile crossed her lips as she thought of what still must be done.

Lolths will would be followed, she would kill her mother .. and the rest of her family, to make her claim on the Dev'lin Qu'ellar -absolute-. To make her acquisition to Ilharess undisputed.

The determination grew in her eyes as they left the compound, she hoped now her mother would notice her look and be proud. To continue her coaching and training. To continue ... a maniacal chuckle escapes her lips as they emerge from the compound and she does not care how the others may react or think or look upon her.

She emerged from the compound with a deep dark confidence, the one thing she has learned so well to mimic her mother in. Time ... for now ... was on her side. Time ... for now ... was her friend.