[center][b]Naream Baenre,
Amazons[/b][/center]

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He watched the proceedings, the telepathic screening as acceptable but not infallible, which was certainly not to the liking of the Drow Necromancer, not at all. But he went along with it, to watch and to observe. As they reached the area where Amazons seemed to fight their duels and mock battles he went to the side, observing from a distance, away from the others. Once Esyllt was called forwards Naream began his own work.

Muttering under his breath he grabbed hold of his amulet, willing the portal to open to his pocketplane laboratory, a brief tear came to his right and widened, revealing dark, cold stone with a greenish hue lightning before shapes emerged and stepped through. As soon as they stepped through the tear vanished, reality reasserted itself and Naream shuddered, taking a deep breath, opening his eyes and looked upon what he had summoned. The five skeletons, the five wights turned as one at his mental command and looked at him. Each was armed with a axe and dagger at their waist but their main weapons were spear-like polearms. Which looked more like flesh hooks than actual spears, their bladed tips curved and sharp, designed to stab into and keep hold of a fleshy mass as if one were a butcher sticking it into a pig carcass and dragging it. These wights did not wear armour, they instead had mottled gray or black robes, giving them the appearance of the human folktale and legend of a 'reaper' but without the ridiculous scythe. At his command they donned their hoods, obscuring their skeletal appearance.

Nodding, he looked the wights over with satisfaction and then with them in tow marched closer as Esyllt was beginning her work. At the edge, ignoring everyone but the suspects, he sat down, cross legged on the ground the wights fanning out to his left and right. Three to the right and two to the left of him as he reached back and pulled his hood over his head to watch the proceedings, studying the reactions of the suspect Amazons as they were telepathically screened. Or at least in this case the ones who allowed themselves to be screened, the ones who refused, some might think that the obvious sign of guilt that it was one of those two but he had his doubts. Let's just wait and see what the telepathic reading would reveal.

Or at least that was the plan... when one of the Queens Blades stepped forwards and issued a challenge to the two Amazons who refused to be telepathically screened... backed by no other than Maeven it seems, or at least her pet metal dragon seemed to support this Alicia Le’roux as he went into motion after her words and indicated his support to the Amazon princess. He rolled his eyes under the cover of his hood and placed his hands together in front of his mouth, leaning his elbows on his legs as he leaned forwards to see where this interruption would lead them. At a mental note of his his robed wights tightened their holds on their flesh hooks but did nothing else, awaiting his command. While he was tempted to draw the ritual lines and marks during this distraction, regardless of the Queens and Princess' objection there might be a chance that the succubus, if there truly was one among the host here, might somehow figure out what he was trying to do and prevent his ritual to yield any results, so he was determined to play the waiting game. For now.