all that power | all that BEAUTY

Raelothstra'Drada of House Noquluth | 187 years old | Scourge Guild Lieutenant | Succubus

[crownswarrp]

𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓

raelothstra is a succubus who was raised by her mother among her two sisters. though she appears to be in her early to mid thirties, she is actually one hundred eighty seven years old. her pronouns are she/her, and she is a proud member of the scourge guild alongside her sisters.

TW: Death, Murder.

Raelothstra's story begins with that of her mother, Iraevinithra'Llar of House Noquluth. House Noquluth had always been considered the unofficial leadership of Thillethyr, an underground city found in the high mountains on the small continent of Mizodrax. Being the third born, it was not expected for Iraevinithra to become the Matron of her house. Instead, other avenues were opened to her. Of these avenues, one such led to a demon from an alternate plane, and a pregnancy.

Deemed a great boon, Iraevinithra became much more coddled to her eldest sister's side, and was showered with gifts from other houses that vied for the power that would come with the impending child's arrival. And vied they did, when Raelothstra was born into the world. The stories that her mother told her was that the death toll rang high when Iraevinithra was contacted once more by the very demon that fathered her daughter.

Leaving Thillethyr was hard, but necessary for the drow noblewoman, especially so upon learning that her child had a sibling. It is a choice that Raelothstra was always happy for, as she could not imagine a different life than the one she lived in Destarin. Growing up alongside her sisters, Raelothstra became fiercely protective of them, and of the mothers that raised them. And as she grew, so did her interest in poisons, especially that of spiders, whose form she took. The two that served her greatest inspiration were the black widow, and the Brazilian wandering spider.

As Raelothstra's succubi powers emerged, she took to fashioning herself more after the former than the latter. She also took enjoyment in playing mind games, an activity that, many years down the line, led to her first husband and her first kill. It also led to her next four husbands, none of whom she actually even liked. In a town like Destarin, murder was common, so it was easy to assume how their deaths came about. After the fifth husband, she grew bored, and elected to just cut the middle man. When the death of her sister's most beloved came about, Raelothstra was quick to begin dusting off those old skills. No one crossed the Scourge Guild, and nothing would stop her rage at the ones that caused her dearest sister such pain and grief.

WHAT ARE YOU...?

species: scorpion succubi (witch heritage). weaknesses: mortality, weak against holy magic, must feed on sexual intimacy to survive, poor eyesight in spider form. strengths: can detect magic, telekinetic, seductive venom/venom that resembles that of the brazilian wandering spider, can shapeshift into a spider, can dispel lesser magics. physical description: she has pointed ears from her drow heritage, long gray horns that protude from her head, and her body has a light sheen comparable to spider skin that she molts once a year. additional info: raelothstra is probably the more stand-offish of the sisters, very slow to trust, with a great enjoyment in playing mind games. but she happily and readily kills for those she cares about..

raelothstra noquluth is played by greenie and their fc is katie mcgrath.

[wolf-of-muriel]

OPEN STARTER @ blood, sweat & beers

Technically a Wolf on a mission, Root had so far spent far more time in Destarin than they’d originally intended. Mostly by their own choice, as they did not wish - or even thought of - to leave so quickly and conclude their goal. 

However, as time did go on, currently, Root could hit themself on the head for waiting too long, because their target was now no longer an innocent Tiefling. But the boss of this town. Meaning their job was even harder. And also… if win of that got back to their employer… Oef, Root did not want to think about that too much. 

They brushed their bushy tail as they sat on a barstool, smiling to themself out of concern. “What a fair day today is,” they said to whomever wished to listen, eager to fill their brain with the talk of the town rather than their own thoughts of worry. “Filled with gossip and change, nothing excites me more!”

[noquluth]

Rae wasn't one to go much anywhere for a drink outside of Scourge House, preferring the faces that she knew best. But those same faces often got on the succubus's nerves, and she would crave something different. It helped that Vee's barkeep was also a stunning sight that she enjoyed flirting with when she could capture his attention. He didn't entertain her, but that didn't stop her trying.

A long side-eye is granted to the sudden speaker, and the horned woman turned her head to eye the person beside her. While wasn't the most talkative of her sisters, Rae did like a bit of mindless chatter from time to time. It kept her in tune with the beating heart of the town she'd long called home.

"Yes, it is a rather fair day." Her tone was even, in spite of the raised brow in mild confusion. "Destarin is always filled with gossip, that's nothing new considering recent events. What about it would be exciting?"

[godmerlin]

Merlin 2x03 The Nightmare Begins

[noquluth]

Now presenting...

Raelothstra Noquluth's attire for the ballot counting.

[splintersandblood]

"I was starting to wonder if you were going to make me walk around town until one of us got tired." That would possibly have been him. If being a hunter made him stronger or more agile than most creatures, it also meant that he ate a third as much as most humans, and that he needed a lot more sleep as well to recover. "How long have you known I'm following you, because we both know this is not where you were headed tonight, was it?"

Because Scourge house was a turn further, and she had deliberately taken him here instead. As for him, he had deliberately followed her there. "I do not wish you any harm, just a moment of your time," as for better ways to get her attention : he was a hunter, not a bloody gigolo or a fucking troubadour. He had never been too good at that, even his wife he had met through trying to kill a beast. Asking him to do better was perhaps a bit presumptuous of her. "This man," he slowly reached beneath his cape to get out a sketched portrait of one of her guild members. "He's got a pretty damn large bounty on his head. You know what this means."

[noquluth]

"Twas a thought." Is her simple reply. And it's true that she had entertained the notion upon noting that she was being followed. But her temper would never allow it, and she refused to lead him anywhere near Scourge House. "I've known for some time. How long doesn't matter."

She refused to confirm his assertion, no matter how correct he was. A scowl etches itself on her lips as he dares to ask for a moment of her time; time being an all too valuable thing. "Fine." She all but spits the word out, eyes watching his every movement as he pulled out the portrait. She recognized the man, at least somewhat vaguely. A comment on the artist's crude skills, perhaps. "Looking to collect, are you? I'm sure he has a list of people with bigger prices on their heads, the ones on the heads of my sisters and I being paramount, of course. Might I ask why you would stalk my footsteps rather than that of my sister?"

[noquluth]

💛 What do you think are the most important elements of a friendship?

"Trust and respect. If you do not trust me, then I will not trust you. If you do not respect me, I will not respect you. And I can tell when there is trust and respect versus when there is none. People are far more transparent than they will ever be willing to admit, even in their most vulnerable state."

[noquluth]

💚 Do you ever wish you were a drow like your mother?

"No. My mothers taught my sisters and I to take pride in who we are, what we are. I would never wish to be anything other than who I am."

[noquluth]

🩷 Do you think a love like your sister had for her husband is romantic or a waste of energy?

"... I cannot say for certain. My birth mother was not one for romance, and as a result, neither am I. So I cannot say it is romantic when I am not one for romance. But I can say that it was not a waste of energy. For all the differences between my sister and her husband, all the ups and downs, he made her happy. I would not have dedicated myself to helping Eve seek revenge if I viewed their time together as a waste."

[noquluth]

💜 Were you a happy child?

"I was, yes. Why would I not have been? I had my mothers and my sisters for company, and the whole of Destarin was practically our playground. It still is, in some aspects."

[noquluth]

❤️ Scenario: A short king asks you to use your telekinesis while he is between your thighs, how do you react?

"To use my telekinesis to drop a book on his head. As I've done any other time a lover asked me to use my telekinesis. What do they expect me to do, twirl their dick in a circle?"

[noquluth]

💙 Do your Drow relatives even consider you one of them?

"They did, or at least the ones I met when my mother took me to Thillethyr. And they would have been very pleased if I decided to stay in the city, to become their pawn and symbol. But the politics of the Drow are a different type of game entirely, and I would have been isolated from my sisters and my other two mothers. You can understand why I chose Destarin. Here, I am no one's pawn or status symbol."

[noquluth]

🩷 Did you love any of your husbands?

"Love? No. Nor did they really love me. The last four, at least, only saw me as a means to attain power. And my first husband... I won't lie, I did actually like him to a degree. And perhaps that was my mistake. The traitorous snake thought himself more powerful than he believed, thought to strike at my sisters and I. Had he any wit, he might have succeeded in his little game. But I am here and he is not, and that says something, hm?"

[evelynscourge]

The Spider and the Snake || Rae&Eve

The estates of the sisters were varied in their styles, though all held a sort of darkness to them it was hard for each not to be naturally affected by their nature, by their mother's or their relationships. Evelyn herself had two homes, an apartment that she brought her physical companions to and the estate she had shared with her husband upon their marriage, hidden to all but those closest to her. She would not sleep with another in her husbands bed, she would not defile their love that way. Perhaps an unrelateable feeling to her sister who joined her that evening.

"I made a fool of myself," she admitted to her as she walked around the desk in her office. The room was dark, blackened walls with paintings sent to her by their father, artistic depictions of the horrors that took place in his realm, torture and violence coating them. Directly behind her desk was a portrait of the being himself, horns similar to her own but larger, taking up the sides of his head, while Evelyn's own only took up her temples. In front of him in the painting were their mother's, no hesitation in the lust demon to insist women who could carry such dark and other wordly births were surely far stronger than the demon who had fathered them. Beyond the portraits the room only had a desk, and some lounges, a place ultimately for meetings amongst the sisters and the higher ranking members of the guild who knew of the home.

Raelothstra was ultimately one of the few she would admit such a failing to, and only in the privacy of spaces where their words could not be overheard by others. "At the faire, I embarrassed myself and the guild when I became so...emotional." At the notion of the council, and that of a friend Francesco considering appeasing these courts by desiring to join it Evelyn had become both enraged and worried. Caius, one of the newer fighters at the club, had agreed with her, his rage nearly bringing him to fight Francesco and the others who insisted the council, in true law within the town, was a reasonable action.

"Our mothers would have been disappointed in me," she acknowledged. Emotion was not weakness, Evelyn knew that, but words spoken in haste, that revealed too much of one's hand were. "That I was so caught off my guard."

@noquluth

[noquluth]

The relationships between sisters could often be complex, the differences in mothers manifesting in daughters. Raelothstra had never quite understood elder sister's love for her mortal husband, the influence of her drow mother, but the spider had never questioned it. Nor did she share the choice of separate abodes, having bed both lovers and her husbands within her home.

"I disagree." Was her reply, eyes staring up at their father and mothers for a moment. It was almost habit, the young girl within still seeking guidance from the smartest women she knew, still wondering at the resemblance between herself and her father. Her own horns were a dark grey, covered with ridges that rose out from the uppermost part of her temples.

Her disagreement stemmed from Raelothstra's own temper, a powerful thing she kept ardently in check. She had not seen a sister playing the fool, but passion and defensiveness at clear insults. "You were passionate. Such is the way of things." An easily said thing, though she knew it would not be easily believed. Just as she viewed the nymph a little fool, though she would not voice it aloud, unwilling to disrespect the care that Evelyn must feel for him.

"They would, yes." Though only for a moment in time. Then their focus would have shifted to damage control, to keep other guilds from even thinking to aspire for more. It was where Raelothstra's mind went now. "But the narrative can easily be shifted."

[noquluth]

Unfortunate Meetings | Carel & Rae

While the spider succubus did truly consider the Rochielles district of Destarin home, it did remind her most of her mother's own home. And that was the entire reason why Raelothstra had decided to place her own home on its outskirts; though it was made to resemble more traditional drow architecture.

But it was not to her home that she was heading. Instead, she was making her way to Scourge House, for a small meeting with a few of the guild members. And as the horned woman made her way through wide cobblestone streets, she was aware of eyes on her. This was not a new phenomenon for the succubus, she had had over a hundred years to adapt to stares.

But this set of eyes had been on the Scourge sister for entirely too long. And though lavender eyes stared straight ahead, face a cool expression, she only felt herself become more agitated. Her temper flared ever higher as cobblestone streets bled into the trade district; with she stopping her walk some streets away from Scourge House to turn about face on her heel.

The face is new, but one that she's heard plenty of whispers about. A monster hunter, according to the spiraling rumors. Neither the first nor the last the horned woman would meet in what would likely be her very long life. "If you were hoping for my attention, there are better ways to get it." She nearly spits the words out, temper barely held in check.

@splintersandblood

[izzyphan]

like cinderella | raelothstra & isabel

@noquluth:

It was not often that Raelothstra could be found walking the forest outside of Destarin. Though she did not suffer the weakness that her mother had to dwelling on the surface, the half-drow succubus still shared a distaste for daylight. But with life coming back to normal after the festival - and having quenched her appetite - she decided that one was needed. And there was no end of poisonous spiders that she might be able to find. Thusly, one can imagine her confusion upon finding an apparent mad woman talking to herself in the woods. Destarin had no shortage of odd characters, and she'd seen just as many come and go. Her steps were silent, stalking toward the other. She contemplated, for a moment, simply taking one of her daggers out, perhaps taking whatever valuables the stranger had on them. But, with the emissaries from the kingdoms in town, she did not want to cause undo trouble. Upon hearing the word "messangers" leave the stranger's lips, Raelothstra had to smirk darkly. "You didn't know? It was quite the sight to behold. I would almost give the perpetrators credit, were they associated with my sister's guild." Almost. But they weren't, for Evelyn would have not okay-ed such a plot without giving some warning to her sisters.

.

"I-I didn't," the shifter admitted with a furrowed brow, wondering who this strange woman was to treat so much murder and blood so baldly. What credit was there to give for such horrific acts? "I um, just arrived a few days after the festival. Pyoter was telling me about it." And more, but she wasn't certain just how much to share with the stranger. Speaking of --

"I'm Isabel, Isabel Hai Phan. Emissary from Cheridi." It still felt so odd on her tongue to hold any sort of title. Then again, she hadn't been raised to hold it in the first place. She was just winging it and hoping that she didn't bring shame to her family or disappoint her father. In truth, news of the slaughter made her want to run home, metaphorical tail between her legs.

[noquluth]

"Pyoter? Who the hells is Pyoter?" Lavender eyes dart to the bluebird for a beat, black brows furrowing. Surely the odd stranger wasn't referencing the winged creature? She couldn't say why, considering where she lived, but the spider succubi found it rather hard to believe that communing with birds was something that one could just casually do.

But then the stranger introduced themselves, and it all made sense. "Ah, another emissary sent so the courts can poke their nose where they are not wanted." She does not disguise the disdain in her voice. It was truth in Raelothstra's eyes. It was the only purpose the emissaries served. Arms crossing, she says, "I am Raelothstra'Drada of House Noquluth. You may call me Raelothstra."

[noquluth]

Moodboard for the spider succubi Raelothstra'Drada of House Noquluth, lieutenant of the Scourge Guild.

[izzyphan]

like cinderella | open

Everything was overwhelming. Leaving Cheridi for the first time, the chaos of Destarin, the sheer panic of being an emissary of the Emperor and by default, the Shogun. The shapeshifter didn't know where to begin as the carriage stopped before her new home in Ashharran. It was unreasonably large for just one person to inhabit; its architecture made her homesick and sad more than anything else. Rather than stay and unpack, Isabel decided to explore instead.

It didn't take long to find the edges of the forest and Isabel immediately felt at home. The scents were different, foliage and trees unique to the area, but it still felt right. It was tempting to strip and shift right there, but something told her finding a naked emissary would cause something of a stir. So instead she settled for laying back in the grass and familiarizing herself with all of the new happening to and around her.

When a bluebird came and landed on her shoulder, the shifter giggled and sat up so that she could communicate with the animal. "Is that where the sweetest fruit grows here?" she murmured, unaware that she was being observed. And that she likely looked like she was talking to herself. "Wait, what happened to all the messengers?" A shiver of fear travelled down Isabel's spine. As if she wasn't already scared enough.

[noquluth]

It was not often that Raelothstra could be found walking the forest outside of Destarin. Though she did not suffer the weakness that her mother had to dwelling on the surface, the half-drow succubus still shared a distaste for daylight. But with life coming back to normal after the festival - and having quenched her appetite - she decided that one was needed. And there was no end of poisonous spiders that she might be able to find.

Thusly, one can imagine her confusion upon finding an apparent mad woman talking to herself in the woods. Destarin had no shortage of odd characters, and she'd seen just as many come and go. Her steps were silent, stalking toward the other. She contemplated, for a moment, simply taking one of her daggers out, perhaps taking whatever valuables the stranger had on them. But, with the emissaries from the kingdoms in town, she did not want to cause undo trouble.

Upon hearing the word "messangers" leave the stranger's lips, Raelothstra had to smirk darkly. "You didn't know? It was quite the sight to behold. I would almost give the perpetrators credit, were they associated with my sister's guild." Almost. But they weren't, for Evelyn would have not okay-ed such a plot without giving some warning to her sisters.