Tear did his best to coach the group on the intricacies of movement through the astral plane. Once complete, bypassing the formalities of getting to know the strange (non-sexual) ex-slave who now graced their presence, they made their way for the portal which led to the dwarven ruins.
They came upon a large swirling vortex which extended high above and deep below. The swirling visual created a sensation of being pulled closer. However this was not the case. Since the mind felt it was being pulled, it was in fact thinking about moving closer, which caused the physical self to move closer to the vortex in the astral plane.
Victran the drow lead the charge and moved steadily towards the swirling mass followed closely behind by Tear, Fox and Auren. A haze swelled up between them and the portal, as they moved closer it began to take the form of a voluptuous female drow. She hovered with a sensual glow, her gray skin hinted through her silken covering as she narrowed her eyes.
"Danger!" Victran's thoughts ripped through their minds with searing exactness.
"Oh," she turned her gaze towards Victran, "Victran the traitor." The drow lowered her head and smiled.
"Gladly." he replied smugly.
"The lady is aware of your coming," her body rippled under the silk as she shifted her weight, "she has plans for you." She lifted her head, smiled and blinked out of sight. For a brief moment her real form was visible as she faded out of view. A momentary glimpse revealed a large molten mound of a creature swirling with tentacles.
"Yochlol, a handmaiden of Lolth." Phae answered the question that all were thinking.
After lots of thinking, the group travelled through the portal and gave up the astral high.
Off to the Underdark!
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