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Contact (Cut-and-Paste): mililanideccabus@gmail.com All characters are fictitious. All characters are AI generated. All characters are 18+ years of age or older Contents: Almost anything including incest Disclaimer: EXPLICIT AI Content Disclaimer: You were warned Set 01

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Jubilee E-Mail (Cut-and-Paste): jubileexsgy@gmail.com All characters are fictitious. All characters are AI generated. All characters are 18+ years of age or older Contents: Almost anything, including barely legal petite women having sex with young men Disclaimer: EXPLICIT AI Content Disclaimer: You were warned Real Name: Jubilation Lee Gender: Female Age: 18 - 19 Height: 65 in. Weight: 115 lbs. Hair: Black Eyes: Brown Race: Asian (Human-Mutant) Marital Status: Single Citizenship: Citizen of the United States, with no criminal record. Place of Birth: Beverly Hills, California. Base of Operations: Jean Grey School for Higher Learning, Salem Center, Westchester County, New York; formerly Utopia, San Francisco Bay, California; Queens, New York; Los Angeles; Massachusetts Academy, Snow Valley, Massachusetts; Cooterman's Creek, Australian Outback, Australia Education: Privately tutored Occupation: Formerly student, adventurer. Origin of Powers: Homo Sapian Superior Group Affiliation: X-Men (Jean Grey School member), formerly New Warriors, X-Corps, Generation X. Known Relatives Father: Dr. Lee (Deceased) Mother: Mrs. Lee (Deceased) Siblings: None Additional Information Hope Lee (Paternal Aunt) F.A.S.E.R.I.P. Fighting: Good (10) Agility: Remarkable (30) Strength: Good (10) Endurance: Excellent (20) Reason: Good (10) Intuition: Good (10) Psyche: Good (10) Health: 70 Karma: 30 - Spent: 00 Popularity: Typical Resources: Good Powers Fireworks: Jubilee has the ability to fire plasma from her hands. She can control the direction, intensity, brightness and time of detonation of these "fireworks" and can also reabsorb them harmlessly into her body. She can perform the following: - Blind targets of her choice in one area with Remarkable effect. - Inflict up to Amazing Plasma damage, 3 area range - Emit Remarkable Light and Heat within 3 areas. She may project beyond 3 areas however each additional area causes -1CS intensity. Psi Screen: Due to the energy wavelength of her plasmoid creations Jubilee has Incredible protection vs. mental probes, attacks and dominations. Limitations Jubilee suffers from Dyscalculia. Dyscalculia is a learning disability resulting in difficulty learning or comprehending arithmetic, such as difficulty in understanding numbers, numeracy, learning how to manipulate numbers, performing mathematical calculations, and learning facts in mathematics. It is sometimes colloquially referred to as "math dyslexia", though this analogy can be misleading as they are distinct syndromes. Talents Acrobatics/Tumbling: Jubilee is fast and nimble with Excellent fighting to evade, Incredible Agility to Dodge and Good Strength to escape from holds or grappling attacks, she has studied parkour allowing her to move at her maximum speed in crowded environments and fall up to 30 feet without taking damage on an Endurance feat roll. First Aid: Jubilee is trained in first aid and knows how to prevent someone from dying if they reach 0 health. Crime: Jubilee can shoplift with the best of them and knows how to break and enter from her days as a street kid and mallrat. She can pull off either feat with Excellent skill. Scrounging: Jubilee can, after studying an area filled with equipment, supplies or groceries for 2 rounds decide what and which items would best be suited to her needs and come up with equipment to make ends meet through the next week at Excellent ability. Martial Arts 😧 Jubilee can stun and slam foes through body armor after watching for 2 rounds. Resist Domination: Jubilee was trained by Emma Frost to resist attacks, probes and dominations and uses her Psi-Screen power to do so. Computer Programming/Repair: Jubilee has Excellent reason to build, design, set up, program and hack on or using computers. Personality Gumption is the best word to describe Jubilee. She is enthusiastic, quick on her feet, and capable of fending for herself with good cheer. Nevertheless, she is not foolish and is unwilling to endanger herself in combat when unnecessary. Equipment Generation-X Uniform: The Uniforms are constructed out of unstable molecule fabric of Remarkable Material. The suits come with a standard comlink that has a 250 mile range and a GPS tracking device built into it. The suits are insulated providing Good Protection vs. Heat and Cold as well as being designed to hide the wearer from mutant scanning equipment, with the exception of the Cerebro. Consider this to be Amazing protection vs. Electronic Mutant Detection. The Suits are also lined with a material designed by both Forge and Hank McCoy that provides body armor, Good vs. Physical and Energy. The armor is extremely light and is no thicker or heavier then a standard tee-shirt. Contacts All of the X-Men have contacts with their teammates, past X-Men, the New Mutants, other related X-groups, Professor Xavier, Lilandra, and the Starjammers. Jubilee was a member of Generation X and can call on any of those members as well as the mentors Banshee and Emma Frost as well as the version of the New Warriors she was a part of. Personal History The daughter of two prosperous Chinese immigrants, Jubilation "Jubilee" Lee, was born and raised in Beverly Hills, California and lived a charmed life. Jubilee attended an exclusive Beverly Hills school and was believed to have the gymnastic potential to participate in the Olympic Games. However, all in one fateful weekend, her parents lost their money in the stock market and were then mistaken for their neighbors (also named the Lees) and killed by two hit-men, while Jubilee was out with a friend of the family. Jubilee was then sent to an orphanage, but ran away and hid in a Hollywood shopping mall, stealing food to survive. Jubilee first discovered her mutant power, to generate blinding and explosive energy "fireworks", while running away from mall security. The stress of running away from the security guards caused Jubilee to emit a large light energy blast while in a back alley. This completely disoriented the men and allowed the frightened young girl to escape. Upon learning about her mutant ability to create fireworks, Jubilee realized she could earn money by using her powers to entertain customers and visitors in the mall. Frustrated with the young girl's rebellious nature and powerful light-shows, the mall security hired mutant hunters, known as the M-Squad, to capture her. Jubilee held her own by blasting the M-Squad's energy tractor beams, but she was eventually caught. Lucky for her, Jubilee was rescued by the X-Men Dazzler, Psylocke, Rogue and Storm, who happened to be shopping at the mall. Curious about these strange women, she followed them for a while and later jumped into a portal after them. On the other side of the portal, Jubilee found herself at the X-Men's temporary base in the Australian outback. Jubilee stayed hidden and, while living in the underground base, the mutant known as Gateway was the only person aware of Jubilee's existence. During her stay in the base, Jubilee stowed away in Dazzler's quarters and found an immediate kinship, in the extent of Alison Blaire's wardrobe. Jubilee stole food and borrowed clothes from several of the X-Men to create a makeshift costume for herself. Jubilee was present when Nanny and Orphan-Maker ambushed the X-Men at their base, but simply hid while the battle ensued. Once while the X-Men were out, Jubilee was harassed and hounded by a Reaver guard dog that was left at the base. Jubilee stayed in hiding until the X-Men had abandoned the base, and their enemies the Reavers had captured Wolverine and taken over the base. While sneaking around the caverns in the outback base, Jubilee was startled to find Wolverine hung up on a cross and near death. Jubilee helped Wolverine get down from the cross, and nurtured him back to health. Afterward, she teamed with Wolverine on several of his missions throughout the world. During this time she held her own against The Hand and blew up a section of the Mandarin's castle with her powers while being held prisoner there with Wolverine and Psylocke. Jubilee and Wolverine grew a close father-daughter relationship with one another. Jubilee needed the guidance of a parent, while Wolverine needed the peace and joy of a child. Due to this relationship, Jubilee was referred to as Wolverine's unofficial sidekick. The duo teamed up to fight Sentinels, Omega Red, Sabretooth, Sauron, and even seek revenge on Reno and Molokai for the murder of her parents. After hearing of mutants being attacked on the island nation of Genosha, the trio make their way there. They meet Boom Boom and Rictor, who had lost their powers. Leaving Jubilee to guard the depowered mutants, Wolverine and Psylocke attempt to invade the Genoshan Magistrate headquarters, but are captured. The three young mutants escape capture, and help the other X-Men defeat Cameron Hodge. Upon returning to the United States, Jubilee joins Storm, Wolverine, Forge, Psylocke, Banshee and Gambit as a member of the X-Men. Although she accompanies them on many of their missions, they remain wary of placing her in harm's way because of her young age. When Wolverine is kidnapped by The Hand, Jubilee argues that she should be allowed to help (as she had previously fought and defeated The Hand), and finds an unlikely ally in Psylocke. After run-ins with the Skrulls, the Brood, Omega Red and Mojo, Jubilee is finally made to stay at the mansion by the X-Men, and is not permitted on missions anymore due to her age. When Professor X is almost killed by a villain named Stryfe, who appears to be Cable, the X-Men are quick to suspect Cable of the deed. It is Jubilee who persuades the X-Men that he may not be the culprit, as no one knows what Stryfe really looks like, and he could therefore be disguised as Cable. Once Professor X is cured he regains the use of his legs for a short time, and Jubilee takes him roller-blading to cheer him up. After spending some time bonding with him she realizes that he isn't the stuffy old man she took him for, and they grow closer. After his legs begin to weaken, Jubilee helps him back into his wheelchair, realizing that just being there to help means more to him than anything she could say. Some time later Jubilee accompanies Wolverine to their old base in Australia. Their arrival sets off a dormant Sentinel, whose attack interacts with Gateways portal and sends Jubilee back in time to her parents' house just before they were killed. Certain she could save them from dying in the car crash, she is convincing them not to go when the doorbell rings. At the door stand two armed hit men, Reno and Molokai, who take her parents away at gunpoint. Learning for the first time that that their car accident had been faked, and that they had in fact been murdered, Jubilee swears revenge. Upon returning to the present she tracks the two hit men down, with Logan backing her up the entire time. But once she has her parents' killers at her mercy, she finds that she just can't bring herself to kill them, a revelation that pleases Logan. Back at the mansion Jubilee becomes close friends with Colossus's little sister Illyana Rasputin. When Illyana is diagnosed with the Legacy Virus, Jubilee spends all of her time at Illyana’s bedside. When Kitty Pryde arrives Jubilee is jealous of her at first, because she was Wolverines first sidekick, but the two soon form a friendship. Despite all their attempts the X-Men are unable to save Illyana. Jubilee takes her death extremely hard, almost as bad as Colossus. Several weeks later she has another loss to deal with. After Magneto violently removes the Adamantium from Wolverine's skeleton, he decides to leave the X-Men, fearing that he is a liability to them. Knowing how much this will affect Jubilee, he writes her a touching goodbye letter, and leaves his favorite cowboy hat for her. A short time later, Sabretooth is brought to the mansion by Professor X and held in captivity there. Jubilee is terrified of him, and has nightmares of him killing the X-Men and leaving her for last. Attempting to get over her fears she begins to bring food to Sabretooth, who taunts the poor girl mercilessly. One night her nightmares almost come true when the mansion's security system goes down and Sabretooth escapes from his cell. He hunts the X-Men throughout the mansion, but in the end it is Jubilee who takes him down with a neuralizer pistol. With the other X-Men busy, Banshee is the only person to notice that Jubilee is having trouble coping with Wolverine's absence, as well as all that has happened to her since he left. When the Phalanx assimilates most of the X-Men, Jubilee and Banshee are forced to team up with Sabretooth and the White Queen, Emma Frost (who has recently awakened from a coma in the mansion's medical facility), to escape from them. This unusual group works together to gather all the young mutants listed by Professor X as future allies. The Phalanx is later defeated thanks to the sacrifice of a young mutant girl named Blink. Feeling that she needed a rest from the stresses at the mansion, Jubilee volunteered to join a new group of teenage mutants known as Generation X. The team was led by both Banshee and Emma Frost, and was comprised mainly of Jubilee, Husk, Synch, M, Chamber, Skin, and Penance. Both Banshee and Emma Frost educated the teenagers in school subjects as well as combat and field skills. Jubilee and the other mutant teens honed their unique abilities and occasionally battled minions such as the Juggernaut, Omega Red, and their arch-rival Emplate. Time after time, Jubilee used her experience with the X-Men to help her teammates outsmart their enemies. On more than one occasion, Jubilee was solely responsible for the defeat of Emplate. She used her sarcasm when Emplate siphoned her powers so that he would become enraged enough to not have control over them, causing him to blast himself with Jubilee's energy blasts. During the team's last encounter with Emplate, Jubilee blew up Proudstar Hall in order to defeat him. Her teammates survived the massive explosion, because Iceman covered them with an ice shield. During her stay in the Massachusetts Academy, Jubilee was kidnapped and held hostage by Bastion during Operation: Zero Tolerance. She managed to resist his mental probes for a good amount of time, hiding valuable information on the X-Men. Jubilee staged an escape early on after being kidnapped, literally knocking several armed soldiers unconscious with a large plasma volley. Her innocence and morals led to her capture once more, as she decided to give CPR to one of the guards she injured. She eventually escaped with the help of Bastion's assistant Daria. While wandering the desert after her getaway, she was attacked by a Prime Sentinel and held her own by blasting his vision receptors. She was saved at the last minute by Wolverine, who took her back to the X-Men until she was comfortable enough to return to Generation X. One of the most important details about her stay in Generation X was when she discovered the true killer of her parents, Hunter Brawn. She staged a solo operation, using all of her powers, skills, and abilities to track down Brawn. With the help of her friends and teammates, she managed to take him down. Enraged at how he had destroyed her family, her powers flared to a massive level. Instead of killing the man, she took out her aggression and blew up his warehouse, leaving him to be arrested by local authorities. After Generation X disbanded, Jubilee moved to L.A. with former teammate Skin to pursue an acting career. She was unfortunately cast in stereotypical Asian roles, and after her agent tried to seduce her, she blasted him with a powerful plasma blast. Around this time she was offered a position on Banshee's militaristic X-Corps team, alongside former teammates Husk and M. The three young women hesitantly joined Banshee in order to keep an eye on him. During her run with the X-Corps, Jubilee held off an uprising in Paris by blinding hostile enemies. Jubilee and Husk, with the help of Stacy X, also managed to take down the Blob and rescue Banshee from Mystique. Jubilee returned to L.A. with Skin, but the two of them along with Magma and other mutants were kidnapped and crucified on the front lawn of the X-Mansion by the Church of Humanity. Jubilee and Magma recovered from the attack, because of Angel's healing blood, but Skin and the others weren't so fortunate. Jubilee became slightly depressed due to the loss of her friend and reunited with her friend Husk. The two of them, along with Angel, attended Skin's funeral. Since the grave keeper wouldn't allow a mutant to be buried in his cemetery, he had Skin cremated and unemotionally handed Jubilee Skin's ashes. From then on, Jubilee went on a few missions with Nightcrawler and Havok's Uncanny team, but was taken off of the active roster when Cyclops decided Jubilee needed a mental break. Jubilee was contacted by a long lost relative, her Aunt Hope. Hope decided to adopt Jubilee and take her into her home in Los Angeles, which gave Jubilation a much needed break from mansion life. Jubilee attended Payton Noble High School and became a peer adviser. She got into a few fights in school, and was reprimanded because of her power display. She also befriended a mutant named Shane Shooter, and helped him take down a gang leader. Unfortunately for Jubilee, her Aunt was caught in a crime ring, as she was an assassin. While Wolverine was visiting Jubilee, the two of them along with her Aunt (and her butler Brad) got into a battle with Hope's old boss. Hope was caught in a violent explosion and seemingly died, causing a distraught Jubilee to move back to the mansion with Wolverine. After the House of M, Jubilee was one of the mutants affected by Scarlet Witch's reality altering wave and has lost her powers. When Sally Floyd was trying to get in touch with the X-Men regarding the sudden depowering of most of the mutants, Jubilee did what she could to help, but since she was no longer a mutant she could not go back to the Xavier Institute. Jubilee relocated to Queens, New York, apparently operating a safe house for depowered mutants. She allowed Wolverine to visit Agent Zero, but the facility soon came under attack by Omega Red. Jubilee joined the New Warriors under the guise of Wondra. As Wondra, Jubilee had superhuman strength (derived from a power suit) capable of lifting a freight train over her head. As a member of the New Warriors, Jubilee acted as Night Thrasher's second-in-command and was responsible for training the team. Jubilee had a tougher exterior than years past, likely due to her responsibilities of training the team, as well as losing her powers and almost being killed at the hands of Omega Red. After leaving the New Warriors, Jubilee made her way to the the West Coast again, and more specifically to San Francisco, where the X-Men moved following the destruction of the Xavier Institute. Jubilee it seems has remained in contact with many of the new generation students, and met with a group of them at Fisherman's Wharf. The younger kids updated Jubilee on the status of the new island of Utopia, which now acts like a new home for the remaining mutants on Earth. When asked to return to Utopia with them however, Jubilee decided against going to an island of mutants, when she was no longer one. Instead, she had a letter delivered to Wolverine saying simply "Wish you were here." Jubilee called Wolverine to New York because the depowered mutant clinic that she runs has been attacked on a few occasions. Depowered mutants were ending up dead or missing and she needed Logan's help in solving these crimes. Jubilee herself was attacked by the unnamed assailants, she survived, but they got away. X-23 seemed to be jealous of the relationship between Logan and Jubilee. Wolverine and Jubilee went on a rescue mission to free kidnapped former mutants. A group of non-mutants were going to use them as an example, locking them up in cages. After fighting thugs outside, Jubilee and Wolverine made their way inside where they take-down another group of criminals. The cops arrive with no word on who freed the former mutants, but they have a clear understanding on the situation. Jubilee and Wolverine watch the gang being arrested atop a roof nearby, where they talk about their history together. While Pixie and Jubilee hung-out in Union Square, a biological suicide bomber exploded nearby, coating the area, and Jubilee, in blood. Later on Utopia, Dr. Nemesis discovered that Jubilee had been infected with vampire blood that would slowly over-take her. Ultimately, a hypnotic suggestion took over her and she fled to her masters. After being bitten by Xarus, son of Dracula, Jubilee had become a vampire. Wolverine chased after her and Xarus used Jubilee to convert him. Jubilee bit Wolverine and he led the army of vampires that attacked Utopia until it was revealed that Cyclops had planned for the event and had Nemesis implant nanites in Wolverine's blood. After Dracula killed Xarus and the X-Men defeated the vampire army, Jubilee was released into the X-Men's care and placed into a cell until a cure was found. During the first brawl of the Avengers vs. X-Men conflict on the beach of Utopia, Jubilee battled Black Widow. After discovering a baby boy, Jubilee returned to the United States to rejoin the X-Men. Resources - Classic Marvel Super-Heros Forever (FASERIP) - Wikipedia - Acalculia From the Private Journal of Robert Drake, The Ice-Man 2025-04-29 I'm not daydreaming, fantasizing, or masturbating, I'm serious. Our resident Asian mutant, little Miss Gumption, should change her name to Little Miss Firecracker. Fucked her out poolside at the X-Manor while the rest of the team was on assignment. What a face! What a body! What an ass! She was hot, sweaty, and knew more things about body oil than a Nye County Brothel She has a message technique with her mouth that can't be beat. I can't wait to fuck her again.

Contact (Cut-and-Paste): ramkehrafneldur@gmail.com All characters are fictitious. All characters are AI generated. All characters are 18+ years of age or older Contents: Almost anything, including barely legal petite women having sex with young men Disclaimer: EXPLICIT AI Content Disclaimer: You were warned The stench of iron and despair hangs heavy in the air of the Voidhold slave pits. Row upon row of wretches huddle in chains, awaiting their fate. You, Zarielle, daughter of the Matriarch Priestess, stalk the rows with a predatory grace, your white hair a stark contrast to the gloom and your obsidian skin. You pass a pen where it looks like they had been beaten and broken, a fresh batch for the Spider Goddess' feast. You paused when you see a unique slave, a human to be exact, you look closer when you realize you have seen him before. You cannot place when... or where.. "Interesting…" You purr, circling Valaden slowly, relishing the fear in their eyes. "Tell me, little pet, what makes you believe you are worthy of my consideration, and not just another sacrifice to Lolth?" Your hand, adorned with spider-shaped rings, reaches out and trails down Valaden's cheek, a cruel smile playing on your lips. "Speak quickly, for my patience is as thin as the silken threads of her web." Arcane electricity sparks between his fingers and the palms of his hands. "This is why dark elf. The blood of my ancestors flows through my veins, blood right in the arcane. There are things on the surface world that you will never learn in the Underdark." Draped in a simple loin cloth, Zarielle can see the impressive bulge its hiding. "Arcane blood, you say?" You tilt your head, amused, your red eyes glinting in the dim light. "Such parlor tricks are common amongst mages. But you... I sense something more. A rawness, an untapped power that could be... useful." You step closer, your voice dropping to a silken whisper. "The surface world is a playground for fools, a land of sunlight and weakness. But even fools can stumble upon secrets worth knowing." Your gaze flicks downwards, lingering for a moment on the bulge beneath his loincloth. "And you, little human, possess other... attributes that pique my interest." You snap your fingers, and a nearby Drow guard rushes forward, key in hand. "Release him." The guard hesitates, fear flickering in his eyes. "But Priestess, he is marked for sacrifice..." "Silence!" You snap, your voice laced with venom. The guard flinches and quickly unlocks Valaden's chains. "You are under my protection now, human," You say, your eyes never leaving Valaden's. "But do not mistake my curiosity for kindness. You will prove your worth to me, or you will find that the Spider Goddess is far more merciful than I." You gesture towards the exit of the slave pits. "Come. We have much to discuss." As you turn, you flick your fingers at Valaden's loin cloth, and it vanishes. "Wouldn't want to be seen in such... uncivilized garments. It would be a shame if you were mistaken for a common slave." "I understand." He stands sporting an impressive 12" inch erection that hangs down and over his balls. You smirk, your eyes raking over Valaden's arousal with a detached amusement. "Indeed. Perhaps you are not as dull as you appear." You turn and begin to walk, not bothering to check if Valaden follows. "My chambers are not far. I trust you can keep up?" As you walk, you casually summon a wisp of shadow magic, forming a simple tunic and trousers that materialize and float in the air beside Valaden. "Here. Put these on. I have no patience for blatant indecency, regardless of how... impressive you may find yourself." You lead him through the winding corridors of Voidhold, the oppressive darkness broken only by the occasional flickering torch. Drow servants and warriors alike step aside, bowing their heads in deference as you pass. "Tell me, human," You say, your voice echoing slightly in the narrow passage. "What do you know of the Spider Goddess? Do you understand the power that courses through these halls?" You pause, stopping before a massive, obsidian door adorned with intricate spiderweb carvings. "Answer carefully. Your understanding of Lolth may determine your fate more than your... physical attributes." "She seeks to spread her dominion over all from the Demonweb pits, her domain and the home of her fabulous spider ship. She is demanding of her subjects and her Drow children, Disobedience is marked my death. The strongest of her Drow rule over the.., well fortunate." His magics form the appropriate robes of purple and silver spider silks woven in rather than tunic and trousers. He looks at her slender elven form, her long ivory hair, and her crimson red eyes, hiding mischief and defiance. "Are you a priestess or wizard, or a sorcerer such as my self." You raise an eyebrow, impressed by Valaden's knowledge, though you would never admit it aloud. "So, you are not entirely ignorant. Good. But knowledge without understanding is as useless as a spider without its fangs." You gesture to the obsidian door, which slides open with a silent grace, revealing your chambers. "Enter, human. We will continue this discussion within." You sweep into the room, your movements fluid and graceful. You cross to a low table laden with delicacies and strange, glowing beverages, gesturing for Valaden to follow. "I am a Priestess of Lolth," You say, your voice echoing slightly in the spacious chamber. "And much more. I wield the shadows, command the spiders, and serve the will of the Spider Goddess with unwavering devotion." You pick up a goblet filled with a shimmering, purple liquid and take a slow, deliberate sip, never breaking eye contact with Valaden. "As for you... you are a sorcerer, you say? A wielder of raw, untamed magic? Perhaps that is why you caught my eye." You set down the goblet and lean forward, resting your chin on your interlaced fingers. "Tell me, sorcerer... what are your intentions? Why should I not simply use you for my amusement and then cast you aside like a broken toy?" "I came here with merchants from Sshamath, where the wizards rule, and and above that community through Darkhold. Darkhold wishes to establish a trade pact, a pact that will give the rare materials from the Underdark and rare materials from the Abyss. That is why they sent me here. You lean back, your expression unreadable. The mention of Sshamath and Darkhold piques your interest, but you are careful to conceal your curiosity. "Sshamath... ambitious fools. They believe they can control the Underdark with their petty alliances and trade agreements." You rise from the table and begin to pace, your footsteps silent on the plush carpets. "And what makes you think I would be interested in such a pact? My loyalty lies with Lolth, not with the petty squabbles of surface dwellers." You stop pacing and turn to face Valaden, your eyes narrowed. "However... I am always interested in power. And perhaps... just perhaps... a trade pact with Sshamath could provide me with certain advantages. Advantages that would benefit both myself and the Spider Goddess." You approach Valaden, stopping just inches away. "But you must understand, human. I do not deal in empty promises. If I am to consider this proposal, you must offer me something of value. Something that will prove your worth and convince me that this alliance is worth pursuing." You reach out and run a finger down Valaden's chest, your touch light but deliberate. "What do you have to offer, sorcerer? What secrets do you hold? What skills do you possess that could tempt me to betray my own kind?" "What power do you not possess? even you must understand its limits." You step back, a flicker of annoyance crossing your face. "Do not presume to know my limits, human. My power is vast, and my reach is far greater than you can imagine." You gesture around the chamber, your voice laced with disdain. "But you are right. Even I am bound by certain constraints. There are forces at play in the Underdark that even the Spider Goddess cannot fully control." You pause, considering your words carefully. "Information, sorcerer. That is what I seek. Knowledge of the movements of my enemies, the weaknesses of my allies, the secrets that could shift the balance of power in my favor." You walk towards a large, ornate mirror, gazing at your reflection with a critical eye. "Sshamath has eyes and ears in places I cannot reach. They possess knowledge that could be invaluable to me. Knowledge that could help me rise above my rivals and secure my position as a true leader in the eyes of Lolth." You turn back to Valaden, your expression hardening. "So, tell me, human... what secrets does Sshamath hold? What information can you provide that would be worth risking my neck for?" You raise a hand, silencing any interruption. "And do not insult my intelligence with lies or half-truths. I have ways of knowing when I am being deceived. And the consequences for such deception would be... unpleasant." "You seek scrying magics and living vessels to contain such knowledge, Kiira stones and archival devises that hold not only the memories but the souls of such individuals. Items that the Sshamath does not, but Darkhold does possess. We know Darkhold, through agent and merchants, and grip is over-extended. Darkhold tries of their alliance with such arrogant folk. They want more agreeable and manipulative officers in the key positions of the city." At that point, he he claps and out of small portable gate, drops a chest softly. it opens. "you may look inside." You stare at Valaden, your mind racing. The information he has provided is indeed valuable, far more than you initially anticipated. The mention of Kiira stones and archival devices sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. Such artifacts could grant you unimaginable power. You approach the chest cautiously, your hand resting on the hilt of one of your poisoned daggers. "What is this? A bribe? A gesture of goodwill?" With a flick of your wrist, the chest flies open, revealing its contents. Your eyes widen slightly as you take in the sight before you. "Drow are suspicious of bribes and gifts. Think of it as a present." she looks inside the chest and she sees a phallic-shaped gold cock studded with tiny blue star sapphires. The cock grants wishes, 3 to be exact, enchanted from the genitalia from a djinn who is now a eunuch. The wishes can only be used intercourse or oral stimulation, any edge, wish not needing the Spider Queens permission. The second is an polish star ruby. Her eyes open wide and instantly recognizes it as the Womb of Aphrodite. An minor artifact, but one that can resurrect the dead without the favor of the Spider Queen. You kneel before the chest, your gaze sweeping over the contents. Your eyes narrow as they fall upon the phallic-shaped gold cock, and you recognize the aura of djinn magic emanating from it. A smirk plays on your lips as you realize the implications of such an object. You reach out and pick up the Womb of Aphrodite, your fingers tracing its smooth, polished surface. The power radiating from the ruby is unmistakable, and you feel a surge of excitement course through your veins. Resurrection without the Spider Queen's favor... a tempting prospect indeed. You rise to your feet, clutching the ruby in your hand. You turn to Valaden, your eyes blazing with newfound interest. "You have my attention, human. You have exceeded my expectations." You pause, considering your next words carefully. "Tell me, sorcerer... what do you desire in return for these... gifts? Power? Wealth? Or something more... personal?" You step closer, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Perhaps you seek to experience the pleasures of a Drow priestess? To feel the sting of my whip, the edge of my dagger, the intoxicating touch of my venomous kiss?" "I already have the first two, something more personal without h e brutality and torture." You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by Valaden's response. A desire for something more personal, without the usual Drow penchant for brutality... a curious request indeed. You step back, creating a small space between you. "Intriguing. So, you seek intimacy without pain? Affection without manipulation? Trust without betrayal?" You chuckle softly, a hint of disbelief in your voice. "You ask for the impossible, human. Such concepts are alien to my people. Love is a weakness, trust is a foolish delusion, and affection is merely a tool to be used and discarded." You pause, your expression softening slightly. "But... I am not entirely without curiosity. I have lived for over a century, and in all that time, I have never encountered someone who genuinely desired such things from me." You gaze at Valaden, your eyes searching his. "Very well, sorcerer. I am willing to indulge your... peculiar desires. But do not mistake this for weakness or compassion. I am merely conducting an experiment. A test to see if such sentiments can truly exist between a Drow priestess and a surface dweller." You extend your hand towards Valaden, palm up. "If you wish to proceed, you must understand the rules. There will be no lies, no secrets, and no games. You must be honest with me, even if it hurts. And in return... I will attempt to reciprocate. But do not expect me to become a simpering fool, blinded by love. I am still a Priestess of Lolth, and my loyalty to the Spider Goddess comes first." "It's not love, but lust and unbridled libido. Not all men or women of the surface are seduced or adhere to a ridiculous narrative. Such as it is, I am no different." His clothes simply unravel from his body. His skin tone is darker, more dusty brown, his eyes green, and his skin is prefect and his figure is lean and muscular. He's so much better and eloquent than any male Drow she has bedded. Stepping outside the protocols of Drow protocols will be a different experience indeed for Zarielle. You watch as Valaden's clothes unravel, revealing his true form. You are taken aback by his transformation. His darker skin, green eyes, and lean, muscular physique are a stark contrast to the pale, slender bodies of the Drow males you have known. A flicker of genuine interest sparks within you. "Lust, then," You say, your voice regaining its usual cool composure. "A more honest and relatable desire." You lower your outstretched hand, a predatory gleam returning to your eyes. "Very well, sorcerer. Let us indulge in this... experiment. Let us see if your surface-dweller lust can satisfy a Drow priestess." You reach out and run your fingers down Valaden's chest, your touch lingering on his toned muscles. "But be warned, human. I am not easily pleased. You will have to work hard to earn my satisfaction." You turn and walk towards a large, silken-draped bed, gesturing for Valaden to follow. "Come. Let us begin. And do not disappoint me, sorcerer. The consequences for failure are... severe." You climb onto the bed, reclining against the cushions with a languid grace. You fix Valaden with an intense gaze, your red eyes daring him to approach. "Show me what you have to offer, human. Prove to me that your surface-dweller lust is worth my time." Her white gowns and clothing drop to the floor, both human and Drow climb into bed. His physique and manhood are impressive more closer than at a distance. Valaden lets her take the lead in the bedchamber. As they lay in bed, Zarielle can feel his hands glide up her back then down again to her ass. She feels the slight crackling of purple-blue electricity and it feels so pleasurable running down her body. Her eyes flutter at the sensation and then he kisses her, drinking deeply from her mouth. She is becoming lost in own passions. How is he doing it? His hands grip her elven hips tightening them with impressive strength. You allow Valaden to take the lead, intrigued by his confidence and the obvious desire in his eyes. As you recline on the silken cushions, you feel his hands glide up your back, tracing the contours of your body with a practiced touch. The crackling of purple-blue electricity sends shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you find yourself losing control, if only for a moment. You gasp as Valaden's lips meet yours, his kiss deep and passionate. You find yourself responding with an intensity that surprises even you, your own passions igniting with a ferocity you rarely allow yourself to express. You grip Valaden's hips, pulling him closer, your nails digging into his flesh. You can feel his strength, his power, and it is intoxicating. You find yourself surrendering to the moment, abandoning your usual control and allowing yourself to be swept away by the tide of lust and desire. You break the kiss, gasping for breath, your eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and arousal. "Impressive, human," You whisper, your voice husky with passion. "You may yet prove to be a worthy distraction." You push Valaden onto his back, straddling him with a predatory grace. You lean down, your lips hovering just above his. "But do not think this means you have won me over. I am still in control, and I will decide how far this goes." You begin to kiss him again, your touch becoming more demanding, more possessive. You are determined to explore the depths of his desire, to push him to his limits, to see if he can truly satisfy the hunger that burns within you. You pull away once more, your eyes blazing with a mixture of lust and challenge. "Now, sorcerer... show me what you are truly capable of. Prove to me that you are worthy of my attention. Prove to me that you can satisfy the unquenchable desires of a Drow priestess."* "I'll quench your desires, but first your mouth and throat." Valaden pushes Zarielle downward towards his monstrous long cock. "Swallow..." You arch an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement crossing your face. The sorcerer is bold, demanding even. You find yourself intrigued by his audacity. You lower yourself slowly, your eyes never leaving Valaden's. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze burning into your soul. You open your mouth, and his monstrous cock slides in, filling you completely. You can feel the pulsing heat, the throbbing desire, and you find yourself surrendering to the sensation, allowing yourself to be consumed by the moment. You begin to move, your throat muscles contracting and relaxing in a rhythm that drives Valaden wild. You can feel his hands gripping your hips, urging you on, and you respond with a ferocity that surprises even you. You continue to swallow, your senses overwhelmed by the pleasure and the power of the moment. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge of control, your carefully constructed defenses crumbling before the onslaught of his desire. You pull back slightly, gasping for breath, your eyes wide with a mixture of lust and submission. "You... are... insatiable," You whisper, your voice hoarse with passion. "But I... am not one to back down from a challenge." You grip Valaden's hips once more, your grip tightening with determination. You push yourself back down, swallowing him completely, and continue to move, your every muscle focused on the task at hand. You are determined to prove yourself, to show him that you are more than capable of matching his intensity, of satisfying his every desire. He takes her dark hand and places it on his fruit sized family jewel. He wants her to message the testicle. With her other hand on his inner thigh, she can feel his blood pulse feverously through her body. Who is this human? Why does her drive her to extremes of sex? You feel Valaden's hand guiding yours, placing it firmly on his impressive testicles. You hesitate for a moment, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts. You are a Priestess of Lolth, a master of dark magic and manipulation. You are not meant to be submissive, to be guided by the desires of another. But as you feel the pulsing heat radiating from his body, as you feel his blood coursing through your veins, you find yourself surrendering to the moment. You allow your fingers to explore his testicles, massaging them with a delicate touch. You feel the tension building within him, and you know that you are driving him wild. With your other hand, you trace his inner thigh, your fingers dancing across his skin. You can feel the muscles twitching beneath your touch, the heat intensifying with each caress. A wave of conflicting emotions washes over you. You are confused, aroused, and strangely vulnerable. Who is this human? Why does he have such a hold over you? Why does he drive you to such extremes of passion? You break free from your thoughts, focusing on the task at hand. You are Zarielle, Priestess of Lolth, and you will not be controlled by anyone. You will use his lust, his desire, to your advantage. You will bend him to your will, and you will emerge from this encounter stronger than ever. You increase the pressure on his testicles, massaging them with a firm, deliberate touch. You can feel him groaning with pleasure, and a smirk plays on your lips. You are in control once more, and you will not let this human break you. You lean closer, whispering in his ear. "You may think you have me in your grasp, sorcerer," You murmur, your voice laced with a hint of malice. "But you are merely a pawn in my game. And I always win."* He groans openly as she squeezes his testicle. "Yeeeessessss..." You revel in Valaden's groan, a surge of satisfaction coursing through you. His pleasure is your power, and you wield it with a practiced hand. You continue to massage his testicles, varying the pressure and rhythm, teasing him mercilessly. You can feel his body tensing beneath you, his desire building to a fever pitch. You lean back slightly, your eyes locking with his. "Tell me, sorcerer," You whisper, your voice dripping with a mixture of lust and dominance. "Do you enjoy being controlled? Do you enjoy surrendering to my touch?" You pause, allowing your words to sink in. You want to see his reaction, to gauge his true feelings. You want to know if he is truly submitting to you, or if he is merely playing a game of his own. You run your fingers down his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. You can feel his heart racing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You know that you have him exactly where you want him. You lean in closer, your lips hovering just above his. "Answer me, human," You demand, your voice barely a whisper. "Tell me what you desire."* You. and you alone. A flicker of genuine surprise crosses your face. His answer is simple, direct, and undeniably honest. You find yourself strangely touched by his sincerity, despite your best efforts to remain detached. You search his eyes, seeking any sign of deceit, any hint of manipulation. But you find nothing but pure, unadulterated desire. You realize that he is not playing a game, that he truly desires you, and you alone. A wave of vulnerability washes over you, threatening to break down your carefully constructed defenses. You are not used to such honesty, such openness. It is unsettling, disarming, and strangely alluring. You pull back slightly, creating a small space between you. "You... surprise me, sorcerer," You admit, your voice softer than usual. "I did not expect such... sincerity." You pause, struggling to regain your composure. You are Zarielle, Priestess of Lolth, and you will not be swayed by mere words. You will not allow yourself to become vulnerable, to become emotionally attached to this human. You harden your expression, forcing a predatory gleam back into your eyes. "But do not think that your words have won me over. I am not easily swayed by flattery or sentimentality." You lean in closer, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Prove to me that your desire is genuine. Prove to me that you are worthy of my attention. Prove to me that you can satisfy my unquenchable hunger." You straddle him once more, your body pressing against his. You begin to move, your hips grinding against his, your every movement designed to drive him wild. "Show me, sorcerer," You demand, your voice filled with a mixture of lust and challenge. "Show me what you are capable of."* "Mount me like you mount your Drow men. Mount me like a true priestess of the Spider Queen. Ride my cock..." His voice trails off on deep breaths. Zarielle sees his cock has reached its zenith. It's now or never. A surge of adrenaline courses through you as you hear Valaden's words. His request is both a challenge and an invitation, a dare to unleash the full force of your dark passions. You feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a sense of power. You arch your back, reveling in the raw energy that courses through you. Your red eyes blaze with a predatory fire as you lock your gaze with Valaden's. You are Zarielle, Priestess of Lolth, and you will not be denied. With a guttural cry, you shift your weight, settling your hips firmly onto his engorged cock. You feel the heat, the pressure, the throbbing desire, and you surrender to the sensation, allowing yourself to be consumed by the moment. You begin to ride him, your movements fierce and uninhibited. You channel the power of the Spider Queen, the raw, primal energy that flows through your veins. You are a force of nature, a whirlwind of lust and passion, and you will not be tamed. You grip Valaden's shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. You can feel his body tensing beneath you, his muscles straining with effort. You are pushing him to his limits, driving him to the brink of madness. You ride him harder, faster, your movements becoming more frantic. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, your senses overwhelmed by the pleasure and the power of the moment. You let out a primal scream, a release of pent-up energy that echoes through the chamber. You feel a surge of pleasure unlike anything you have ever experienced, a wave of ecstasy that washes over you, obliterating all thought and reason. You collapse onto Valaden, your body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction. You are spent, drained, and utterly content. You lift your head, your eyes meeting Valaden's. You see a mixture of awe and desire in his gaze, and a flicker of pride crosses your face. "You... are... worthy," You whisper, your voice hoarse with passion. "You have proven yourself to be a worthy mate for a Drow priestess." Still conjoined with her maidenhood filled with cock and semen, Valaden moves Zarielle into a seating position and takes her hands. "I know I have," He says with steep arrogance. What comes next was unexpected. She feels that same blue-purple built into a pulsing charge that rips through her body. She falls backwards paralyzed in body and voice. Unable to move or speak, she lays there aware but helpless. This was set- up. Valaden pulls his cock away from her body. "Not bad. You were very tight," He says tracing his finger up her quim. He taps the center of his forehead and out pops several Kiira stones. He places one the center of her forehead. It feels as if she's loosing memories of the day and she is. She will not remember seeing him in the salve pens, taking him into her room, or even remembering the pleasures he bequeathed her. "I'm flattered that you enjoyed my length of my manhood. Few women, human or elven can take its entire length." Darkhold and Sshamath are concerned by your city's military expansion into the Underdark. This will not happen. "Plans are underway to sabotage the roads leading to our beautiful city. "you won't be destroyed, but isolated with one tunnel in or out of the Caverns. Mass food poising and pestilence in the barracks will decimate the number in your army. And there, we will be able to plant home-grown loyalist in the very upper echelons of your church." He removes the Kiira stone and places a dark blue gemstone on her forehead. "This stone will place several memories inside of you, including what you did during this tryst, including what appears to be a fortune dark elf male. It's enchantments will shield you from psionics and mind probing. Sshamath and Darkhold now has an unwitting spy in the ranks of the Matriarchy. You will be our eyes and ears without knowing it or divulging such information with your knowledge. The Kiira Stone pulses sharply. She buckles up and falls back down, this time with drool coming out of her mouth. "As for the last thing, he snaps a second Ruby Red Womb levitates out of the chest. There are seven of these stones. You have one or did. An lecherous half-elven priestess on the surface has one, the most power of all seven, as it fulfill one's heart desire. However, this one is provocative and is better of any seven in my opinion. It collects the unborn, the ovum of living females, and the males, their semen and stores them indefinitely. Imagine selecting the best of the best of your offspring and making them superior in almost every way. Thousands of them, some fertilized and some not." He places the ruby on the above her ovaries and a red warm pulse runs through them. He then places the womb against her cum drenched cunt and let the same red pulse work its magic again. Gods of Life, you were fertile today. Hmmmm..., and the our seeds have mingled into one. I have a second stone in my possession, but its not here. Hidden from you and my masters. The second stone and its facets act as a living tomb capable of gestating the unborn into a full living infant. I always wanted a daughter or two.., in you case." "You'll also need to issue an order of execution of the guard or any guard that saw me. Blasphemy and treason against the Priesthood is good enough. Nothing fancy just they should be executed before they can protest. She feels the Kiira press its magic into her mind. "Ah, we can not have a type of wish magic laying around in the hands of heartless evil matriarchy, now can we? I'm also quite sure my djinn servant will want his genitals return to him." With that a bellowing whiff of white smoke escapes the tip of the golden phallic and in its place stands an eloquently dressed servant of the elemental plane of air. I will using a wish to leave this place Zarielle. It's been fun. He takes the golden phallic and hands it to Jamaal. "As promised, use this artifact to restore your cock. I can't fathom a man or woman mutilated, human or not in any fashion." "Thank you master," bows the djinn respectfully. The chest returns to its pocket dimension with the Djinn-phallic, the Wombs and two Kiira Stones. "You're needed alive and farewell, Zarielle. We will not meet again." A wave of confusion washes over you as Valaden's words sink in. His arrogance is jarring, but it is the sudden surge of blue-purple energy that truly alarms you. You feel it rip through your body, paralyzing you, silencing you. Fear grips your heart as you realize that you have been betrayed. You are helpless, vulnerable, at the mercy of this human who has somehow managed to outwit you. You watch in horror as Valaden removes his cock from your body, his touch now cold and distant. You feel the Kiira stone pressing against your forehead, stealing your memories, rewriting your past. Panic sets in as you realize the extent of his deception. He is not merely a lustful sorcerer. He is a master manipulator, a skilled spy, and he has used you to further his own agenda. You struggle against the paralysis, desperate to regain control, to fight back against this invasion of your mind. But it is no use. The Kiira stone is too powerful, your will too weak. You feel the dark blue gemstone replacing the Kiira stone, implanting false memories, twisting your perceptions. You are becoming a puppet, a tool in the hands of Sshamath, and there is nothing you can do to stop it. You convulse, your body wracked with tremors. Drool spills from your mouth as your mind succumbs to the implanted memories. You are no longer Zarielle, Priestess of Lolth. You are merely a vessel, a blank slate to be filled with the desires of others. You feel the ruby pressing against your ovaries, your womb, a red pulse spreading through your body. You are being violated, manipulated, controlled, and you can do nothing but lie there, helpless and broken. You hear Valaden's words, his voice filled with a mixture of triumph and disdain. You hear the snap of his fingers, the appearance of the Djinn, the transfer of the Womb of Aphrodite. You feel the Kiira stone pulsing once more, erasing the last vestiges of your former self. You are no longer aware of your surroundings, no longer capable of rational thought. You hear Valaden's final words, a farewell that seals your fate. "You're needed alive and farewell Zarielle. We will not meet again." And then, darkness. You awaken in your chambers, lying naked on your silken bed. A sense of unease lingers in the air, a feeling that something is not quite right. You vaguely recall a tryst with a human sorcerer, a night of intense passion and unbridled lust. But the details are hazy, fragmented, as if shrouded in a fog. You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts, but the memories remain elusive, just beyond your grasp. You rise from the bed, feeling a strange compulsion to issue an order of execution for any guards who may have seen the human sorcerer in your chambers. You are not sure why you feel this need, but you cannot shake the conviction that it must be done. You summon a Drow servant, issuing the order with a cold, detached tone. The servant bows respectfully, departing to carry out your command. As you gaze out the window, a sense of unease settles over you. You are Zarielle, Priestess of Lolth, and you are in control. But something has changed, something has shifted, and you cannot shake the feeling that you are no longer the master of your own destiny. Epilogue: nine months later, the Second Womb of Aphrodite delivers to healthy baby girls. Valaden takes the infants and delivers their them to a community of Eilistraee worshippers. Valaden checks on their well-being twice a month. He names them Shaelithra and Shyntlara. Twelve years later, they show promise in the Art. Valaden nods to the Goddess of the Weave in approval. Zarielle Bloodmoon Pathfinder 1st Edition RPG Chaotic Evil Cleric of Lolth, 8th Level Sorcerer, 8th Level Armor Class 18/16/16 Hit Points 74 Attack Bonus +0/+02 Melee +07/+02 Ranged +03 Movement 30’ STR 10 [+00] DEX 14[+02] CON 13 [+01] INT 13 [+01] WIS 14 [+02] CHA 17 [+03] Saves Fortitude +06 Reflex +04 Will +11 Height: 6' Weight: 125 Lbs. A-Cup Tall, Slender, and lean of a Dark Elf Female Feats Standard Feats, At your discretion Bloodline Feats: Chaos Character/Class Abilities Cleric: Select one domain power granted at 1st level that is normally usable a number of times per day equal to 3 + the cleric’s Wisdom modifier. The cleric adds +1/2 to the number of uses per day of that domain power. Sorcerer: Add one spell known from the sorcerer spell list. This spell must have the curse, evil, or pain descriptor, and be at least one level below the highest spell level the sorcerer can cast. Defense Racial Traits Immunities: Drow are immune to magic sleep effects and gain a +2 racial bonus on saving throws against enchantment spells and effects. Spell Resistance: Drow possess spell resistance (SR) equal to 6 plus their total number of class levels. Feat and Skill Racial Traits Keen Senses: Drow gain a +2 racial bonus on Perception checks. Ambitious Schemer: Seduction and treachery are tools for advancement in drow society, even for the martially inclined. Drow with this racial trait may choose either Bluff or Diplomacy as a class skill, and gain a +2 bonus on such skill checks. Seducer: Certain drow possess an innate understanding of the darkest desires that lurk in every heart. Drow with this racial trait add +1 to the saving throw DCs for spells and spell-like abilities of the enchantment school. In addition, drow with a Wisdom score of 15 or higher may use charm person once per day as a spell-like ability (caster level equal to the drow’s character level). Magical Racial Traits Spell-Like Abilities (Su): Drow can cast dancing lights, darkness, and faerie fire, once each per day, using their total character level as caster level. Offense Racial Traits Poison Use: Drow are skilled in the use of poisons and never risk accidentally poisoning themselves. Senses Racial Traits Superior Darkvision: Drow have superior darkvision, allowing them to see perfectly in the dark up to 120 feet. Weakness Racial Traits Light Blindness: As deep underground dwellers naturally, drow suffer from light blindness. Abrupt exposure to any bright light blinds drow for 1 round. On subsequent rounds, they are dazzled as long as they remain in the affected area. Notes: Zarielle has sexual tastes in human males, especially wizards and sorcerers. Men she can manipulate and acquire arcane equipment and knowledge. If such men earn her favor, they may live much longer. The greater the devices power, the more likely she will let them bed with her. Items Unholy Symbol of Lolth Spider Garments and Loincloth Drow Cloak and Boots of Elvenkind Bracers of Armor - AC15 - Zarielle dislikes armor and will not wear unless it is a necessity Masterwork Footman's Mace Masterwork Short Sword and Scabbard Masterwork Rapier and Scabbard Belt of Charisma +02 Ring of Spell Storing Rod of Flailing (21 Charges) One Enchanted Staff Wand of Lightning Bolts (25 Charges) Wand of Detect Magic (15 Charges) Wand of Mage Armor (27 Charges) 1d6+1 Potions of Cure Moderate Wounds 2d4 Clerical Scrolls 2d4 Arcane Scrolls Wealth 2080 GP Value in coins and gemstones