The connection had been severed, and she was trapped in a dying woman’s mind. Then she tried to leave when she’s had enough-but she couldn’t. She was charmed by the strange wonders of the dreamscape. So detected thoughts on the woman, and delved into her dreams. She’d in a moment of curiosity decided to see what the dying woman was dreaming of, as succubi don’t dream. They dreamed of Arushelae’s time before, when she was a true succubus, and she’d fed upon a cleric of Desna whom she’d spent many years getting close to and toying with before finally feeding on her in a night of passion. Talking time was over.Īfter going to sleep, they did indeed dream. Still, he spread his arms wide and offered to Draven that he could join him.
But it sounded like when Draven was given the same opportunity he chosen to be weak. Then Lady Jerribeth had come to him, and he jumped at the opportunity. It had made him volatile, angry, and he’d had a difficult time making anything of himself in his own. He told Draven about himself, that his family had lived in Mendev for generations, and he’d been stuck bearing demonic taint in his blood as a result. Marhokev laughed, realizing Draven didn’t remember. Draven had no idea, although he was beginning to have a dawning realization. But they had both made a wish, had they not? He asked Draven what he had wished for. Draven was extremely confused, saying he had to be mistaken. He referred to them as kin, and said he’d never met another with Lady Jerribeth’s blood before. The man, Marhokev, immediately locked eyes with Draven and took interest. He brought them before a large man and his pet ice drake.
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