As the march of the currents led him to the throne room, Leo allowed himself to hope. Maybe this intruder the kuo-toa found was a friend. Maybe this intruder was a dwarf. An actual dwarf, not one of the duergar. One of the dwarves he'd only heard of in stories, who lived in mighty strongholds above the Underdark yet still below the surface. If it was indeed a dwarf and Leo was able to help them out, get them back home in one piece, then perhaps he'd be able to visit the dwarves from time to time. Take a break from being SHOOGBIMBHALD all the time. Have allies other than Nyphl he could be his true self around without running the risk of ruining his plans. Perhaps he might even be able to convince the dwarves to help with rescuing his loved ones if he was able to do them some kind of great service first.

However that hope was replaced with worry when Nyphl reported back with news. If the sinking feeling and profound pity were anything to go by, the kuo-toa had brought this intruder down hard. And while they did prefer to take prisoners, sometimes they would strike a little too hard by accident. Leo couldn't place what the recognition and the mental image of the filthy broken mirror was about though... Until he saw who the intruder was, that is.

Leo's worry soured into disappointment as he saw the drow tied down on the altar that Leo had taken to using as a bed. Considering what the dark elves had done to him over the years, Leo found it difficult to feel any sympathy for this one. But the intruder seemed to remind Nyphl of Leo as he had been when they first met three months ago... And to be fair, Leo could see why. Between the way he was built and the way he was dressed, the drow was likely a consort to some priestess of Lolth before fate brought him to the cathedral.

[b]"The intruder awaits Your divine judgment, Great SHOOGBIMBHALD, he was found hiding in the rubble. He has no weapons. He has no fight. He is yours to command."[/b]

[b]"Hmmm."[/b] SHOOGBIMBHALD hummed as He regarded the unconscious drow. The dark elf's breathing suggested the possibility of medical attention being required. Leo found it hard to care about that though. He was half tempted to just leave whether the drow lived or died just as much up to fate as his arrival to the cathedral was. But a soft blue glow out of the corner of his eye had him very begrudgingly open to the idea of giving the dark elf a chance. SHOOGBIMBHALD approached the altar and looked down upon the drow. After a moment, He took hold of a longer tattered piece of the drow's costume, tore it away, affixed it over the drow's eyes, and tied it around his head as a makeshift blindfold. [b]"No outsider may gaze upon my holy throne until I judge them worthy of such an honor."[/b] SHOOGBIMBHALD decreed. [b]"And no judgement may be made until the one being judged has been permitted a chance to speak in their defense."[/b]

With that said, SHOOGBIMBHALD began looking the drow over and inspecting the state he was in. While Nyphl was the more proficient healer, SHOOGBIMBHALD preferred doing things himself if he could. At least while his followers were watching. He preferred it because that way the kuo-toa wouldn't get any ideas about someone being better as something than He was. And Leo preferred it because that way the risk of Nyphl becoming altered by the kuo-toa's beliefs was reduced.

As he worked over the drow, Leo began sending mental images to Nyphl.

First came the images of memories. Memories of his mistresses lording over Leo and his loved ones. Memories of his mistresses looking down on them with smirks of malice and contempt and smug superiority. Memories of attractive drow males who hung from the arms of the women like living accessories and looked down on the slaves with just as much cruelty as the mistresses

Then came the images of fears. Fears that if the drow was spared and allowed to stay, he would take advantage of the god makers' abilities to take power for himself and usurp Leo. Fears that if the drow was spared and allowed to leave, he would bring word of Leo and the kuo-toa at what was once a drow cathedral to other drow, who would then come in force to kill and enslave.

Finally, there came the images of an idea. An idea that wasn't of Leo's design, but rather of the god that he was becoming. An idea of SHOOGBIMBHALD's design. If the drow were to be used as the centerpiece of a sacrificial ceremony performed by the kuo-toa, the potential danger he posed would be nipped in the bud. And if the kuo-toa did it right, SHOOGBIMBHALD's power would grow stronger from it.

All of these mental images served to make Leo's thoughts on the matter clear. He did not like the drow. He did not trust the drow. He believed that it would be safer to just kill the drow, and likely more useful to boot.

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Leo rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29677]Natural 20[/url] on a Medicine check to look over the drow.
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