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Title: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 09, 2005, 03:12:22 PM
The anteroom behind the throne is a smaller room than the throne room, but still farly large. It is decorated in a similar style to the throne room but seems more homely, due in part to its lower ceiling and smaller overall size.

The wall to your left as you enter is completely covered with red velvet curtains similar to those which drape the wall behind the throne in the main room. The far wall holds a door on the left hand side, a fireplace in the middle, and a sideboard on the right. Near the fireplace is a small grouping of chairs and one couch. The right wall is hung with a richly coloured tapestry depicting an ancient Thane of Marcogg ordering the construction of the two bridges over the river Mashdai. The rear wall holds the door through which you enter, and a portrait of a somewhat younger Solen, pictured with a dark-haired woman of approximately the same age.




Nasty Lady

Edited by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter at: 9/23/05 4:32


Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 12, 2005, 09:14:22 AM
Duke Solen

Solen sweeps into the room following the Ghost, and takes a seat in a high, wing-backed armchair by the fire - the one closest to the right-hand wall. Two guards follow them in and take up positions on either side of the door. "Please, take a seat." Says the Duke, indicating one of the chairs in the group.

"I was most impressed with your manoeuvres out there. Very devious, just as I have been told.” The Duke smiles approvingly, and in a much less wholesome way than earlier. “Well. As I said, I have called you in here to discuss your rewards. I will of course,” he says in a somewhat bored voice, waving his hand negligently “offer you gold, jewels, riches with which to do whatever you please, and your freedom. But I don’t think for a minute that those things really interest you.” He pauses, and becomes much more focussed, staring the Ghost unflinchingly in the eyes. “What I think you really want is a chance to get your hands upon the Sword.” He pauses significantly, giving the Ghost time to absorb his words.

“And so you shall.” he continues, smiling craftily. “What I would like to offer you is a position on my staff. Not a position of servitude.” The Duke pauses, and then explains. “When the Sword is mine, I will be able to use it to clear my way to the throne of the Santhran himself. However, it would not serve me to be linked to the deaths. Whilst the Sword can be a most subtle weapon, I would still prefer to have a buffer, as it were, between the Sword and myself. I would like you to be the one to weild the Sword.”

The Duke sits back, watching the Ghost carefully. “Of course, should you not desire to be the one to wield that power, I am sure some other arrangement can be reached.”




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: The Ghost on September 13, 2005, 10:10:22 AM
That was possibly the one offer The Ghost had NOT expected. The Ghost realized then and there that there were two choices ahead of him. Either he could Take the sword, and the Duke be damned, and be running free with it, Or her Could Take the sword, return to the Duke, and stay on the Duke's tight, but stilkl fairly enjoyable, leash.

The Ghost decided to make the decision when the decision making time was at hand. Right now, either way, he was going to accept the offer.

I had expected something inane or blindingly stupid being offerred to me, but your proposition truly amazes and intrigues me. I accept.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 13, 2005, 10:56:22 AM
The Duke's lips smile a cat-like smile, but his eyes stay fixed on the Ghost's, searching for subterfuge. "Good," he says, after a moment, seemingly satisfied. "I will look forward to working with you." He stands, and then adds, "Of course, I hope you will not take my offer as an... ah... a limiting of your opportunities in wielding the Sword. On the contrary - I think you will find that with my protection you are able to use the Sword with much greater impunity, and many fewer consequences." The Duke gives the Ghost a last significant smile and then nods to the guards by the door, who come to attention and open the door for the Ghost. The Duke makes a small gesture with his hand which indicates that the elf may leave, and that their audience is at an end.  




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 23, 2005, 06:58:22 AM
THE DUKE

Solen sits in state upon the wing-backed chair to the right of the fire as he waits for the next of his questers to join him, musing over the question of whom his faithful advisor will send in to him next. They had, of course, worked out a tentative order between them, but there were many situations which could arise within the dynamics of the group in the main room which would alter who was the next to see him.

So it is that the Duke is sitting as Rheine enters the room. He looks up as she enters, taking in her dishevelled appearance and anxious mien. He stands to greet her with with a grave expression, saying, "Hello my dear. You look unwell. Please, take a seat." He gestures to a long couch which is next to the chair he favours, facing the fire.  




Nasty Lady

Edited by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter at: 9/23/05 4:32


Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Rheine on September 23, 2005, 03:28:22 PM
As Rheine entered the room, she quickly moved her shaky hands behind her back and clasped them behind her, and attempted to stand as calmly as possible. She flashed him a grin, though loses it quickly as the Duke spoke to her with a cold expression. Swallowing, she shook her head at him as he said she looked unwell, and then noded as he offered her a seat. Smiling at him again, she walked over to the couch and sits down in it.

She began to look around the room, and ran another hand through her hair, before realizing that she needed to keep focused, and snapped back to look at him again. "I, uhm." She began, swallowing as her skin flustered a little and she rubbed her forehead, a little sweaty. Feffing kack, she was too damned nervous. "Hey . . ." She smiled again, shakilly. "How are you, sir? Did you need me for anything . . . specific? I can do . . . whatever you want me for. Anything, sir."

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 26, 2005, 06:13:22 PM
The Duke smiles at the woman as she takes her seat. When she has sat, he resumes his own place in the chair by the fire, which is to the right of the couch upon which the restless young woman has sat. She is beautiful, he thinks to himself. Such a shame. He watches her fidgetting, and listens as she tries in vain to seem composed. "How are you, sir? Did you need me for anything... specific? I can do... whatever you want me for. Anything, sir."

Solen is expecting this. Schooling his features, he looks at her with an expression of mixed sorrow and admiration. "No, my dear woman, that will not be necessary. As beautiful as you are, that is not what I have asked you here for. But first, I think I can help you with something." He stands and crosses to the sideboard to the right of the hearth. Opening a drawer he produces three small, jewelled boxes. Placing them on a small ornate tray he carries them back to Rheine in his own hands and kneels on one knee before her, holding the tray at the level of Rheine's lap. His eyes sparkle mischeviously as he indicates the three boxes with a nod of his head, saying "Go ahead. Open them."

The Duke watches Rheine for her reaction, anticipating the pleasure she will surely feel when she sees what the boxes contain. The left one, a rectangular silver box with an hinged, filigreed lid set with blue jewels contains many silverbards' worth of the small yellowish crystals which are a form of vaninen. In the middle sits a square wooden box which opens in the same way as the left one. It is made of a warm honey-brown wood and is inlaid with gold in an intricate pattern. Inside is powdered odea moss. On the right is a hexagonal box made of a smoky coloured glass. A fine handle extends from its fluted lid which when lifted will reveal an ample supply of vhin weed.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Rheine on October 02, 2005, 10:40:22 PM
Rheine looked down at the tray hesitantly, and her eyes quickly flashed back up to the duke and then around the rest of the room before she lowered her shaky hands to the boxes. Opening each in turn, she was met with both pleasure and fear. Her eyes again flashed up to meet the duke's own, and her hands flew back away from the boxes. She ran a hand through her hair and then smiled a bit weakly. "I-I.. uhm.. it's.... how did... why....?"

Something was definately not right here. Yeah, sure she was fidgeting madly right now and probably anyone could tell she feffing needed something ... but this, this was prepared. The duke was expecting this. How did he ...? He wasn't offering this kind of stuff to the others, most likely ... It was for just her ...

Her lips curled a bit. Damn it. Who cares. She wasn't going to go on his damn quest anyways. She'd just take the kack for free, even though he was just trying to bait her with it, and then she'd still bolt out of the whole thing soon as she was out of this damn city. He'd never find her. If she never came back to Marcogg, he could never find her. Hell, she wasn't supposed to be here anyways, so it was nothing new.

The feffer had had his guards take her kack away already anyways, so she'd pretty much just be getting it back from him now. Hell, for all she knew it was just her stuff here already... taken from her a few days earlier and put into these fancy boxes to use against her now.

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 03, 2005, 07:00:22 AM
The Duke sees Rheine hesitate, seemingly fighting some sort of internal battle. What could she be feeling to stop her from taking this? he wonders. She is so nervous, he notices, watching her with sympathetic eyes, and a caring look upon his handsome face. I think perhaps it is not all the lack of her drug. Luckily for the Duke, he is posessed of considersable charm and he now uses this to settle the beautiful, if somewhat ragged young woman before him.

He smiles, but a little less gently this time, showing just a hint of the baser interest he was beginning to feel for her, so as to put Rheine back upon ground to which she is more accustomed. "It only remains for you to tell me which one you wish to sample, and your preferred method of imbibing..." his voice is smooth and pitched low within his mid-range - a powerful yet soft tone designed to put her at ease. He holds her eyes, focussing upon her and yet holding his distance from her so as not to crowd her.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Rheine on October 05, 2005, 12:58:22 PM
Rheine smiles weakly at him. "S-sample..? That.. uhm..." Her eyes continued to flicker back and forth between her shaking hands in her lap and into his eyes. He was quite good-looking, but after everything else that had happened that night, she was not feeling safe by the situation at all.

Going off topic, she continued, "Imbibing...? What.. uhm... what does that, uh, mean..?" Having no education, and having never heard the word before, she was rather confused by what he was referring to.

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 05, 2005, 01:23:22 PM
Duke Solen

Smiling charismatically at her, he says "Never mind that, my dear. Please, take some. It will help calm your nerves." So saying, he reaches into the box of odea moss and takes a small pinch, inhaling it through his nostril.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Rheine on October 17, 2005, 01:01:22 PM
With a quick smile at the duke, Rheine glanced down towards the box and picked it up with her fingers. Opening her other hand and holding it upright, she tapped the box gently, though shakily, to form a crude line of the powder in the palm of her hand. She placed the box back down on the tray, then lifted her palm to her nose and sniffed in quickly, moving her nose along the line. Feeling her nose flare up, she threw her head back and closed her eyes as they began to feel watery. With a smile she shook her head a bit and wiped her eyes, then sniffed a bit.

"Mmm.." she murmured as she looked up at the ceiling, then looked back down at the duke. Though still somewhat shaky, she was a bit calmer now than just a few moments ago. She smiled at him, but then let the smile fade and drained the emotion from her face. Looking at him, she finally spoke, in a bit clearer fashion than earlier, "Listen, let's just cut the kack already. I'm going to agree to this damn thing of yours, okay? No need to stall it.."

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 19, 2005, 06:41:22 AM
Solen watches some of the nervous tension fade from Rheine's body.  He returns her smile and listens as she speaks.  He is somewhat taken aback by her words, having counted on needing to bolster her spirits quite drastically before he could have her agree to undertake the journey for him.  He frowns at her words, but it doesn't take him long to reorganise his thoughts, realising that she is probably not quite so confident as she wishes to seem.

"I am surprised at that," admits the Duke. "But I am pleased, also.  I was hoping that you would agree, as I am sure you will be one of the most valuable members of the party.  All of you were chosen for a reason, as I am sure you have realised.  I think your resilience and, well... certain of your other talents will be most useful on the journey," he opines. "Of course, there will be rewards for you on the completion of this journey.  If you come back to me once the Sword is found, I will be able to reward you with riches - enough to allow you to choose the type of life you wish to live, not to have it dictated for you by circumstance." He looks steadily into the woman's one visible eye from his kneeling position in front of her on the floor, holding her gaze. "This is something I promise you.  Can you believe me?" he asks softly.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Rheine on October 21, 2005, 02:04:22 PM
Most valuable members of the party? Like kack she would. She didn't know where the duke got his delusions, but she wasn't exactly the kind of person one hears about in myths and tails of dragons and ancient artifacts like this damn sword of his. Unless of course her "other" talents were for the group's amusement to keep up the morale while they fight the dragons and goblins and run around talking to fairies.

And then the duke speaks of riches. Rheine stares at him as he does so, and lets a smile masquerade itself on her face. Yeah, riches. The guy was trying damn hard to sound sincere, but Rheine didn't  entirely believe a word that came out of his mouth after the kack he already pulled, what with Mr. Grunklefunkle or whatever that disgusting elf-thing's name was had done with the black man. This duke would sooner have her killed after the group did come back with this sword, if it existed, than award her riches. But still . . . maybe she could prove useful to him in . . . other ways. And he could have a use for her and keep her around. And all she would have to do is hide in the back of the group and let them do the merry quest. All she had to do was stay alive. She could do that.

Fine. She'd feffing stay. Not like she had any chances of scoring as big as this by doing anything else. And he . . . well, he was good-looking, but Rheine had been screwed and beaten over by good-looking guys in the past.

Whatever. Feff it. If he wanted to kill her he could feffing do it. She had almost done it herself several times already. Wasn't anything worth living for. What else was she supposed to do? And she might actually score big here . . . this could be her chance, the one she'd been looking for. The other girls had always said, get in big with a noble, and life will change for the better.

She looked back up, having not realized her eyes had trailed to gaze at the floor beneath them. And for the first time that night smiled sincerely. Mostly.

"Yeah." she said, "I can." Leaning forwards, she pressed her lips to his and planted a deep kiss. She pulled back slowly, and winked with a slight twist of her head.

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne

Edited by: Rheine at: 10/21/05 6:09


Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 22, 2005, 09:43:22 AM
Solen watches fleeting, unidentifiable expressions chase one another across Rheine's face as he speaks.  Her eyes drop to the floor as he finishes, and he waits for her answer.  The kiss comes as something of a surprise, but he accepts it with the grace he has always had, kissing her back with surprising gentleness.  

He smiles, pleased, as she winks at him. He stands, extending his free hand to help her up and says ironically, "Well, Lady, I see you are much recovered.  I will have these boxes delivered to the room you will stay in tonight, and your posessions will be delivered to you in the morning when the journey will begin.  Now, if you will excuse me, I must now meet with the rest of your party," he says, showing her a half amused, half annoyed grimace.

He nods to the guards, who then open the door for Rheine to exit the room.  He smiles in farewell to her, feeling an irrational need to say something else to her, like 'I hope to see you later', or, 'fare you well', but he squashes these thoughts mercilessly.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Rheine on October 22, 2005, 03:09:22 PM
Rheine smiles at him as he helps her up, then walks over to the door after he finishes speaking. So the "quest" would start in the morning. Wonderful. They probably wouldn't be back here for at least a year, if not several. This had better be worth it.

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 24, 2005, 07:08:22 AM
DUKE SOLEN

Solen leans his weight  against the side of the couch, willing his mind back under his control.  Now I see why they called her 'witch', he thinks.  The Duke is too intelligent by far to discount entirely the rumours, but he is inclined to believe that the woman was merely the victim of court intrigue.  Shaking his head, he wonders how wise it had been of him to partake of that moss with the woman.  It had been some time since he had used it and he was unaccustomed to having to use so much of his wit when under its mind-mazing infulence.  A solution of sorts comes to him, and he gives an order to one of the guards at the door.  The man salutes and leaves to enter the throneroom.  

While he waits, Solen crosses to the far door and issues more orders to the guards stationed outside it.  Moments later a slim, elderly woman and a younger, male servant enter with three large candelabra which the woman sets around the room, lighting them with a taper lit from the fire.  Availing himself of a stool he carried in, the younger one climbs up to light the unlit candles in the chandelier which depends from the roof, and soon the room is ablaze with light.  A cool draught comes from the open door into the corridor, but as soon as it is closed the room will begin to get uncomfortably hot.  

A slight rustling comes from behind the curtain on the left wall, confirmation of the completion of the penultimate task the Duke had set his guards.  The sound soon drops off into silence, and he hears his advisor's voice sound within the throneroom.  The servants leave, shutting the door behind them.  A rap comes from the other side of the corridor door signalling to the Duke that the guards are still there, listening and at the ready.  Solen sits in his chair, his eyes pointed toward the fire but focussing his mind on the throneroom door as the guard reenters the anteroom, holding the door ajar for Solen's next guest.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Darien Gulath on October 25, 2005, 08:10:22 AM
With slow paces he entered the room, Immediately noticing the bright lights of the many candles. It hurt his eyes and for a moment he could barely see. It was his worst weakness, his bad orientation in bright lights. His eye was sufficient damaged during his youth and only gotten worse as he aged. And as he spend more and more time in the dark he was hardly used to any light. He moved forward towards the duke with self-confidence but yet showed a little confusion, As if he had been hit in the face hard just one moment ago. He sat down without the permission of the duke. Darién considered Solen not to be his leader. He was just in a better prepared situation then him, He had just as much power as this man (at least so he felt). And somehow… He had found his weakness, But Darién assumed that it was coincidently and not for any reason. And Darién would not show towards this Duke this weakness, How hard he would have to suffer for looking into these bright lights. He could barely see the Duke and he noticed the world spinning slightly. Yes… just keep quiet and your head still then there is nothing wrong… Nothing at all…
Darién would have loved to give this man an evaluation of his thoughts but he just couldn’t… see him right.
So….. What do you have in store for me? Darién leaned back, Seeming a little distant, As if he kept trying to adjust towards the lights, which he just… couldn’t.



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 26, 2005, 06:32:22 AM
Duke Solen

It is just as well that Darien seats himself without invitation, as Solen stays in his chair when Gulath comes in, still staring into the depths of the fire.  It is not until the half-elf speaks that the Duke looks up to acknowledge his presence.  

"In store for you?" repeats the Duke, blinking.  "Why- Just a little chat, nothing more.  How do you like the idea of this quest?", Solen inquires.  "Are you looking forward to it?"  The Duke's face is bland as he asks that, with a somewhat far-away look in his eyes.  An observer who could not see Darien might have thought the Duke was talking to a friend, or one of his most faithful guards - even a little old lady would be more likely than a ruthless, vicious hired killer if one were to go by the relaxed, somewhat abstracted mien of the Duke.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Darien Gulath on October 26, 2005, 07:34:22 AM
No,
Not without a worthy reward.

You could’ve just hired me,… Instead of sending a dozen of your men to capture me in the middle of the night at my worst possible time…

His last sentence was spit out in a angry tone towards the duke.
You could have just offered me the job instead of making me suffer for an unbearable lengthy time in those stinking jails….
Darién’s irritation grew as the image of this lengthy torture flashed fresh trough his mind. And the thought crossed his mind to kill this duke. Jump over the obstacles, smash out the candles and break this noble his neck. But he suppressed the thoughts and tried to force him back to his previous calm state. He leaned back all the way and lifted his feet upon the table sitting in a just as passive way like the duke now but staring with an deadly awareness that drained his energy as he tried to observe the figure that would be the duke.
There was a short moment of silence as Darién progressed his thoughts. He slowly rubbed his forehead for a while ( for his tingling head-ache, A result of liquor and for trying to see in a room that was not meant for him to see) And then he lifted his head back up. First of all I have certain demands. I’ve gotten myself involved in certain things of the underworld …  Being in jail has cost me not only money which “you” shall repay, but also a part of my reputation, I failed to kill my assigned targets….

So tell me Solen,… You’ve magically turned a smile on everyone’s face so far….. I am now very curious as to what it is that You could possible have to offer me?

And don’t even start with me about your gold… It has little value to me, I could make money more easy and quick then tagging along on some quest of yours.…


Darién was hoping for a satisfying answer since he did look forward towards the quest. But that was only for the simple pleasures which he had in store with the ladies, And the fact that he would be chasing a mythical sword, which he would of course claim for himself….
No he blamed the Duke now for his current position and wanted to know what he would offer to correct his mistake in treating Darién this way.



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 27, 2005, 06:21:22 AM
The guards by the door look at one another, and as if by some unspoken agreement, move across the room.  One crosses to the corridor door, opening it to admit three more guards, and leaving it wide so that others can be seen waiting outside.  The other moves toward the couch so that he is nearer Darien and the Duke.  The new guards take positions around the room, ready to move on the half-elf at the first hostile motion.  The Duke ignores all this, beginning to speak before the first new guard enters the room.

"Offer you?" Says the Duke, raising one eyebrow at the man's arrogance.  "Hmm..." the Duke stands and paces the room, obviously feigning a troubled face.  "Well, I'm afraid I haven't much to give you.  There is a lovely little chamber I can have made ready for you - I think it might suit you quite well.  It is a tower chamber, situated in the middle of Marcogg - you may have seen it if you were not too busy crawling the sewers or getting so blind drunk that my men could capture you.  It stands above the jail, and - marvellous thing, really - it is made of windows all around, so it gets full sun, all day.  It's like a holiday in Strata - warm and bright.  The furniture and sanitation leave a little to be desired, that's true, but I don't think you will mind, as you will be chained down," he adds, conversationally.  "There is also a lovely viewing platform, from which you can see the whole of Marcogg.  That is not what it's for, of course - you would be surprised how many townspeople will make the climb to come and see one such as yourself chained and tortured.  Well, I do ramble on today, don't I.  How does that strike your fancy?  Or will you prefer to undertake my quest for me?"




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Darien Gulath on October 27, 2005, 06:15:22 AM
The guards that started walking in started to cool off his temper, His weakness made him vulnerable and strangely Darién started to feel uncomfortable and unsafe. As he sat down looking at the blurry figure’s with his head still spinning he decided to lower his hostility a tone, Because he did not knew how edgy this duke was to throw him into this “tower”.

Darién strangely had the feeling that the duke had turned the roles, And that he had to convince Solen now to even participate in the quest.
Your threats are hollow Duke, I’ve never said that I wasn’t willing to go and find your sword for a certain prize, But what makes you think that I won’t disappear as soon as you let us go on our way to perform our duties?

And what exactly are our duties? I doubt that you need us to just travel to some library to find out the location and be on our way…


Darién wanted the duke to stop his foolish threats and give him some information that was of any use.

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 11/1/05 0:10


Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 28, 2005, 11:36:22 AM
I doubt that you need us to just travel to some library to find out the location and be on our way…

Pleased that the half-elf had seen some sense the Duke feels magnanimous and, turning, he bestows a charismatic smile down upon Darien.  "That is exactly what I intend you to do," he answers.  "Although 'on your way' may be a little flippant - I am not sure where the Sword lies, it might be anywhere in Caelereth by now.  No, I need skilled, hardened men and women to locate and retrieve this thing for me.  I have watched all of you for many months now, and I chose you for this task.”  The Duke pauses.  “You may think of it as a test, if you like.  If I am satisfied with your performance on this task - which I am fairly certain I shall be - I will be in a... most unique position to offer you all further employment after this quest, if you see my meaning."

Solen pauses a while to let the half-elf absorb his words.  "And," he adds casually, "as it happens, I do have something of a reward for you, should you return.  A token of my good will, with more to follow should you agree to work with me after this.  Some pretty ornaments for the properties I will bestow upon you upon your return."  With this he walks to the wall which was to Darien's left as he had entered the room - the one entirely covered with curtain - and pulls a golden rope which sweeps the curtain to one side.  

Beyond the curtain is not a wall at all.  In fact, the room extends for five more peds past where the curtain had hung, but this section is separated from the room by iron bars such as those found on a jail cell.  Behind these the room extension is bare, with the same marble walls and floors as the rest of the room but with no ornamentation.  Eight iron rings are set at evenly spaced intervals into the far wall, and from six of these lead chains, which are shackled to the ankles of six beautiful, barefooted women.  Each woman is different from the others, but is equally beautiful in her own fashion, and each is dressed in the manner of her tribe.  

In the centre stands the shortest woman of the group, an Eyelian who is one-and-a-half peds tall.  She had been sitting on the ground before the curtain was drawn back but now she stands, blinking at the light which penetrates the area behind the bars, coming from the room in which Darien and the Duke stand.  Her skin is a dark mocha in colour and her hair is a long, luxuriant mass of brownish-black wavy curls which tumble down to her elbows.  She wears a sleeveless shirt with a low collar and a short skirt which shows her legs to above the knee, both in earthy tones.  A thick gold chain with small golden coins hanging from it adorns her right wrist, and gold earrings depend from her ears, shining against her hair.  She has a tattoo of bear claws in black ink at the top of her left arm.  To her left stand two elves, both from Northern Sarvonia but so utterly different as to make a startling contrast:

The closest to the Eyelian is a Meladrhim, a grey-elf.  She is the tallest in the group at two full peds.  She has warm honey-blonde hair worn long and loose, and the sharp, angular features common to her tribe.  Grey eyes regard Darien with a reserved mien.  She is dressed in soft greyish-brown leather breeches and a low-cut, grey leather sleeveless vest which is laced together up the front allowing a slight view of her skin beneath.  She is tattooed on both forearms with grey ink in a pattern of vines which spiral up from her wrists to her elbows.

Next to her, the farthest to the left is an Ak'vath'rhim, who are known as the High Beauty tribe.  She stands at 1.8 peds and has black, long hair with a fringe and which is dyed with pink and yellow stripes, as is the fashion in her tribe.  Her two-tone gown of layers of light silks is dyed in pink and yellow, matching her hair.  Her lips are dyed pink and her light blue eyes are shaded with yellow.  She smiles flirtatiously at Darien, showing elongated canines, which might as well be called fangs.

On the right of the Eyelian woman stand three other human women.  The first is a Helcrani woman.  Dressed like a noblewoman in a green satin gown which displays her rounded figure and large breasts to best advantage, her pale skin, light brown wavy hair and large, hooded green eyes make her look most enticing to a man's eye.  Her hair is dressed in an intricate noblewoman's style.

To her right stands a slim, small woman with the white-blonde hair and yellowish skin tone which tell of her Kasumarii birth.  Her hair is cut short but this makes her look cute rather than severe or mannish.  Light silver-grey eyes look shyly over a button nose. She is dressed in form-fitting light woollen trousers and shirt, both in pure white.

The last woman is tall, nearly the height of the Meladrhim despite her human heritage.  She is a Trk'matiu Kuglim.  Her skin is sun-bronzed and she sports one long red braid with iron rings in it.  She is tall and muscular and gazes pridefully back with her hazel-brown eyes, through the bars toward Darien. She wears a blue dress with intricate maze designs embroidered on the neckline.  It is split up the sides to show her muscular legs.

“Pretty ornaments indeed, wouldn’t you agree Gulath?” The Duke smiles wickedly, observing Darien’s reaction.  “These will be yours upon your return from the quest, along with somewhere to keep them.  What do you say?”  




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Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Darien Gulath on November 01, 2005, 09:08:22 AM
For a moment Darién sits up straight trying to see the figures behind the bars more clearly, And then decides to stand up and move in closer. The surprise is written all over his face. The duke was involved in woman’s trade? Darién had seen it before in the underworld but never such fine specimen’s as these. With one eye closed he watched the ladies one by one, And slowly a smile curled on his lips. He then turned back to the duke.
Darién was confused as he had no expectations for a good reward, This surprise had blown his mind for some moments but he made sure that the duke didn’t noticed this, He kept his professional attitude and continued the negotiation.
Your offers are intriguing Solen, I will accept your offer yet I have a few more demands, A thousand pieces of gold for the travel and every opposition we face that needs to be dealt with will cost you another 100 pieces of gold each. And as I told one minute ago, I still have some unfinished business here,… Let me get rid of them before we set off… Also for the journey I would like to have my equipment back and the pouch of gold that your men stole when they captured me.



Title: Re: 1A: Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 01, 2005, 11:00:22 AM
"Stole?" queries Solen, one eyebrow raised and a slight smile on his face.  "My dear Gulath, neither your posessions nor your gold was stolen.  You were merely temporarily relieved of your belongings, as are all prisoners when they are arrested.  They are perfectly safe and are, as a matter of fact, waiting for you in your room at this very moment.

"As far as your other 'demands',"
continues the Duke, almost sneering on the word, "You will remember that I am no petty crime lord to be bargained with.  I have already arranged for a substantial sum of money to aid you in the quest - I do not plan for you to go hungry, nor even for you to live in comfort less than I, myself, would expect whilst undertaking this journey.  You are to return to me if you require more, athough that is not likely unless you need to continue your search upon another continent - an eventuality which I do not anticipate.  

"Opposition may be a part of the task, I do not expect it to be easy or obvious - if I had I would have sent the stableboy.  I will not be paying you any bounties for 'opposition'.  However you will remember that along with these women I will deliver to you a house in which to keep them.  That, and the other rewards which will come with a longer association with my house will be far greater than your rather uninspired 'one hundered pieces of gold'."
 The Duke sighs, and moves to the sideboard where he retrieves a goblet which he had earlier been drinking from.  Sipping, he regards Darien, adding as an aside:  "I would offer you a goblet but in your current mood I rather think that you would suspect it poisoned," says Solen, his lips quirking.  "No matter.  Now, to the last matter you mentioned - your unfinished business.  The quest leaves at daybreak.  You may either take care of this business yourself in what remains of this evening, or you can leave it to me.  Certain employees of mine will be able to complete the job quickly, and the reward will remain with your previous employer until you return to collect it.  I can even have a note delivered to the person in question if you would like.

"Those are your two options.  I suggest you choose the latter, as you will want to either spend the eveing resting or - well, I had thought to allow you to choose one of the women to sample tonight."
 A smile spreads over the Duke's face.  "If you would simply choose one I can have her delivered to your rooms after we have spoken.  She will wait there for you until we are finished our business here."

"Don't be so certain, curi'lyr!" comes the shouted response from the tall, red-haired human woman at the right of the group, addressed to the Duke.  "Even if you chain me up I will still rend this f'ang" - pointing to Darien -  "into dogmeat, not fit to feed my horse!"  

The Duke smiles slightly, chuckling as the woman continues to hurl insults at both men. "The Kuglim is a feisty one," he says, sipping again at his goblet.  "Shall I have her whipped?" he asks Darien, converstionally, "or would you prefer to keep her skin unmarred?"




Nasty Lady



Title: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Darien Gulath on November 02, 2005, 06:27:22 AM
It was always hard to read any emotion on the assassin’s face but now his eyes glared from some dark joy. Yet doubt about a certain choice could be read from it too as he moved with his eyes towards the cage and back to Solen. His target’s had seemed so important only a while ago. And normally he would have denied any lady for a job. Business first and pleasure afterwards. The thought of letting some of his assignments get away with it was almost unbearable. It was more a matter of Darién’s own sick morale to waste them with his own hand then letting the Duke take care of it. Yet the wine and the big offer of the Duke clouded his mind, And he started wondering when it had been the last time that he had actually slept with a woman… And the lady’s attitude almost worked provoking.

"Shall I have her whipped?" “or would you prefer to keep her skin unmarred?"

The Duke asked, And Darién replied without much hesitation; I’l take her. And looked towards the lady with an playful expression on his face, Which would probably be quite scary to be put on a man who had killed more people then the hairs on his own head would count.
Darién felt like he had done something wrong, broken his own rule, He wasn’t allowed to amuse, He had jobs to do… But why? He would be gone forever, And his reputation in this one city?…. Why should he care? It was an obvious choice he said to himself. His own goals would have to wait, And this quest would only make more progress in his true purpose at the long run…

He looked at Solen again and continued;
Yes.… I would like to have my missions taken care off…(rephrasing the sentence so that he implied the Solen to get done with it). But I shall stay here tonight, Even tough I shall not rest much. This woman obviously needs some manners, So I would like her to be sent over.

A short moment he paused looking at every lady once more and then turned towards the duke. We have an agreement then…. And he gave a slight nod towards Solen as he spoke his thought.

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 11/1/05 22:34


Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 02, 2005, 08:05:22 AM
"Excellent," says the Duke to Darien.  He gestures to a guard  who bows and leaves through the corridor door, only to reappear on the other side of the bars some moments later.  The Duke indicates to another guard who pulls the curtain across again, obscuring the women from sight.  

"If you would be so good as to wait in the main room while I speak to my remaining guests, I would like to address you all once more before I bid you goodnight."  Gesturing to the guards by the door, he nods to Darien, then turns away, moving toward the sideboard to refill his goblet.  The guards open the door, one on either side standing politely to attention for Darien to walk through.  The throneroom looks dimly lit in comparison on the other side.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Darien Gulath on November 06, 2005, 07:42:22 PM
Darién said nothing turned and walked out, back into the ballroom.  



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 12, 2005, 08:11:22 AM
The Duke walks around the room, sipping from his goblet and extinguishing many of the candles, bringing the level of light down to a normal level.  Then, putting his goblet down on the sideboard, Solen slumps into his chair with a loud exhale.  That was a tricky one, he thinks to himself.  Well, at least the challenge cleared my mind a little.  Two more still to go.  He rests his elbows on the arms of the chair, and his chin in his hand, letting his gaze be drawn into the fire, thinking ahead.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 13, 2005, 11:28:22 AM
Nystacea looks around herself as she steps into the room, briefly wondering what the drapery on the left hand wall could be covering before her attention is fully taken by the Duke. Handsome, yes, but… Fear traces icy fingers down her spine. There’s something… Rheine was right.   Her thoughts are broken as the Duke speaks.

“Nystacea Korlsdaughter,”
greets the Duke, standing and smiling superciliously as her face shows surprise. “Yes, I know your family name. I know your family,” he says. The Duke’s smirk causes her stomach to tie itself into knots. Etherus, thinks Nasty. Not my family. Her voice comes out a little shakily. “What- what do you mean, you know my family?” Her bravado slowly returns. “I have no family,” she lies. “They all died years ago.” Nystacea raises her chin defiantly, daring the Duke to disagree.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 22, 2005, 05:05:22 AM
“I have no family. They all died years ago,” The thin blonde woman replies. Solen just laughs sofly.  “Oh my dear, I am sorry. Please, sit down. Let me offer you a drink.”
As Nasty moves cautiously to one of the chairs, the Duke walks to the sideboard in the far right-hand corner and pours two fresh goblets of a brownish-gold liquor. Offering her one, he takes a seat in the high, wing-backed chair that is the closest chair to the sideboard. He sips delicately, and looks at Nasty. “I apologise if it sounded like I am threatening your family,” the Duke says. “I merely meant that I know of your family. Caltharians from Voldar, I believe. Now living in… where was it? A little village near the river Wynein. Your mother really is a beautiful woman,” he continues.

Nystacea sips her drink, stoically. Apologise for threatening my family, my eyeballs, she thinks. “Thankyou,” says Nasty tightly. “I always thought so.”

The Duke smiles, seeing that his threats were not too subtle for the blonde woman to grasp. “As perceptive as I was told,” he remarks, smiling coldly. He takes another sip from his goblet. “A fine liquor, don’t you agree?” Nasty nods guardedly, and the Duke continues. “I hear that you appreciate such things. I require your services on this quest. I imagine that a suitable reward for one such as yourself would include much of this,” says the Duke slowly, holding up his goblet and peering at the liquor. He lifts his eyes, staring almost playfully at her over the rim of his goblet. Lowering the vessel, he says, “How would it suit you to have your very own entertainment fund? I know that you fancy yourself something of a noble. How would you like to be a noble? ‘Lady Nystacea of Nauthery.’ It has a ring to it, does it not?” the Duke smiles at Nasty, watching the cogs whirr behind her eyes. “I have an estate out at Nauthery which has recently been… ah, vacated,” Solen smiles pointedly. “A beautiful area, and not too far from the city. Imagine, access to all those parties, unlimited funds, your own peasantry… even a full cellar, if you so desire.”




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 25, 2005, 06:03:22 AM
Nasty’s brow furrows a little. “How could you make me into a noble? That sort of thing doesn’t happen to women of my sort,” remarks Nasty, sceptically.

“Oh, it is possible,” replies the Duke. “You are an intelligent woman. I imagine you would fit in quite easily. Especially once they see that you are favoured by their Duke. And of course, they need not know who you were before – you will be merely an adventurer who has successfully completed a task for me.”

Nasty sits back in her seat, her eyes on her goblet as she thinks over all that the Duke has said. Lady Nystacea Nauthery, she thinks. A small smile tugs at her lips. Well, if I have no other choice, that is certainly something to look forward to… “I accept,” she says decisively.

“Good,” drawls the Duke, his pleasure at having successfully manipulated this woman evident on his face. His expression leaves a bitter taste in the back of Nasty’s throat. As the Duke stands and motions for the guards to open the door for her, she stands up too. The Duke smiles at her, and says “I am glad we were able to reach a mutually beneficial agreement.”

Taking her goblet with her, Nasty reenters the throne room, a thoughtful look upon her face.




Nasty Lady

Edited by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter at: 11/24/05 22:04


Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 30, 2005, 05:06:22 AM
As the door closes behind Nystacea the Duke wanders over to the portrait which hangs on the same wall as the door to the throne room.  Ignoring the young man pictured there, his eyes focus on the dark-haired woman.  Eyes the same light blue as his own look out of the large canvas, not quite staring at him but seeming to look past him to some other place he could never see.  Ah, sister, he thinks in a rare moment of emotion as he raises one hand to the paint to stroke the dark hair.  You ever saw the good in people, but never could help me understand.  So alike, and yet so different.  

Solen sighs, and then grimaces.  He reaches into his tunic for a handkerchief and wipes his nose, looking at the green-brown streak of odea moss powder left there.  If there had been any other way to get her to show even this much trust in me, I would have said that taking odea moss at a time like this was ill avised, he thinks in a wry tone to himself as he realises the cause of the loss of his usual rein on his emotions.  With another grimace he puts down the goblet of the fine - but rather strong - liqueur he had shared with the Caltharian woman and move to the corridor door to issue a new set of orders.  Four words of information comes back to him from a footman there and his pleased, sharp smile returns.  

Satisfied that his orders are understood and will be carried out, Solen returns to his seat and, as he waits for the next person to come to him, mulls over the information he now has.  Four words:  Kain Cristar is here.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Xaod Shadow on December 01, 2005, 12:01:22 PM
Striding into the velvet draped room, the assassain gazed around at the furnishings, then turning his icy eye to Solen. Throwing himself onto the sofa, Xaod props his feet on one arm and his head on the other side of the couch.

Without looking back to Solen, Xaod said, "Comfy couch, who's the broad?," while looking at the picture of Solen and a dark haired woman.



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 02, 2005, 05:12:22 AM
Solen looks consideringly at Xaod, weighing something.  He sits, just looking at Xaod for quite some time with a thinking expression in his eyes.  Then he sits up, abruptly, having come to some sort of conclusion.  

"How are you looking forward to the quest?" he asks in a converstional tone.  "I see you may already have some entertainment for the journey," Solen continues with an almost rascally gleam in his eyes.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Xaod Shadow on December 02, 2005, 07:09:22 AM
Xaod was aware that Solen was silent. Turning slightly in his hood, the assassain saw the man just sitting there, staring back at him with a thoughtful look. Sitting up abruptly, Solen spoke.

This wasn't quite what Xaod expected. And entertainment? He had an idea who Solen meant. Gazing at the man with his icy eye, the assassain replied, noting the rascally look in Solen's gaze. "I'm not quite sure what I think about this quest. To tell you the truth, I'm not too keen on travelling with an elf who has already attempted to kill me twice in this short time I've been here."



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 05, 2005, 04:10:22 AM
Solen looks at Xaod again, amusement showing on his face.  "Surely you're not afraid," he says in a mocking tone.  "That wouldn't do at all.  Maybe you are not quite the man my informants made you out to be."  Solen looks questioningly at Xaod, daring him to say otherwise.  "It would be a pity if it were true, as I went to such lengths to capture a certain reward for you." A slight hesitation before the word puts the emphasis on the word capture.  "Never mind," he continues, "If you are too scared you may leave now and I will set your reward" he gestures to the velvet curtains on the left hand wall "free."  A nod of the Duke's head indicates that Xaod may cross the room and part the curtains to reveal his prize.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Xaod Shadow on December 05, 2005, 09:41:22 AM
Xaod snarled at the Duke's taunting. No one accused him of cowardice. When Solen mentioned capturing a reward for him, the assassain couldn't help but be curious. Leaping into a standing position, the assassain glared at Solen, sneering: " Of course I'm not scared! How dare you accuse me of cowardice, I'm not the one who hides in here surronded by guards."

Turning his eye to the velvet curtains Solen indicated, Xaod stalked over. Lifting his hand to the velvet, he slowly pulled them open. Looking inside, the assassain stumbled backwards. Behind those curtains was the cause of Xaod's current occupation. Redithidoor's dark hair was longer than he'd remembered, but his dark eyes were just as cold as before.

This must be trickery! How could he be alive? Xaod was sure that the man was dead. Turning to the Duke, he snarled, " What kind of trickery is this, Solen? Is this some kind of joke? I killed this man several years ago!"  

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I am the Shadow that clings to you like death
I am the Silence behind your back
I am the Stalker following your every move
I am the Slayer that ends your life without hesitation

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 06, 2005, 05:04:22 AM
Solen merely smiles as Xaod rises to the goad and tries to insult him.  He steeples his fingers, resting them against his chin as he waits for the man to open the curtains.  As Xaod draws them back, the candlelight glints dully on the steel bars behind the velvet.  Solen's attention is totally focussed on Xaod as he stumbles back from the curtains, shock written plainly on his features.  

"It is no trick", the Duke says gravely.  Rising, he indicates the gagged man bound to the chair behind the bars whom Xaod had correctly identified as his nemesis, Redithidoor.  "He is yours, to finish what you so nearly completed that night.  You may choose to do it quickly, with the blade, or" the Duke moves closer to Xaod, dropping his voice to an almost sensuous low tone, "you may have the use of any of my dungeon rooms, and do to him what he did to you, and to your dear, sweet mother all those years ago."  

The Duke pauses, looking through the gap in the curtains at the hardened but weakening man who is sweating on to his bonds as he looks at Xaod.  Yes, you know that you are looking into the single eye of your doom, don't you, he thinks to himself.  But not yet.  You have a few months' grace at least, thinks the Duke, continuing his internal monologue to Redithidoor.  ...And if your would-be killer does not return from this journey, I may even offer you a place in my employ, he thinks, musing.  Yes, any man in your business who has managed to be as long-lived as you must surely have a few tricks to teach.  And if you are unwlling... well, I am sure Xaod was not the only victim of your mechanations...

Pulling himself back from his thoughts, the Duke looks at Xaod, consideringly.  He turns on his heel to put some distance between himself and the assassin before he says the next, on the premise of picking up his glass from the sideboard on the far side of the room.  He swirls the liquor, and looks up at Xaod.  "He is yours, after you bring the Sword of Twilight to me."




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Xaod Shadow on December 08, 2005, 08:48:22 AM
Xaod looks at his clenched fists as he breathes heavily. How could he have failed? His first major assassination... failed! This was something his reputation rested on, and his revenge hadn't been completed after all these years!

Listening intently as Solen speaks, Xaod loses all thought of keeping the sword for himself. If he did not return the artifact to Solen, then he would never get his chance to finish what he had started. He would have to make sure no one else in his group stole the sword as well, this quest was already getting difficult. But the reward was something he couldn't pass up.

Hearing the man talk of his past sends a shiver through Xaod. Clearing his throat as Solen retreated to the sideboard, he replied, "I must give you top marks for being well informed, Solen. You probably remeber my past better than myself. I must accept your terms, whatever they are. I'll assure that you get your stupid sword, embarking on this foolish quest."

Shooting a dangerous look at Redithidoor, Xaod lowers his voice. "We will of course have access to our possessions and weapons, correct? They took my gloves, I feel naked without them. I'll need to retrieve them...

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I am the Shadow that clings to you like death
I am the Silence behind your back
I am the Stalker following your every move
I am the Slayer that ends your life without hesitation

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 09, 2005, 05:52:22 AM
Duke Solen

Solen looks pleased at Xaod's words, allowing himself a small smile.  He listens to the man's next, nodding in agreement. "Of course.  All of the possessions which were taken from you upon your arrest are waiting for you in the room which has been prepared for your rest tonight.  If you will return to the main room, I hear I have-" his next words are in a slightly mocking tone "-one last brave adventurer to speak with before I retire."




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Xaod Shadow on December 09, 2005, 06:21:22 AM
Nodding to Solen grimly, Xaod replies, "Very well, nice doing business with you."

Turning once again to Redithidoor, he snarls, "Don't get too comfortable, Redithidoor!

Turning on his heel, the assassain stalks out of the room, clenching and unclenching his hands.



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 12, 2005, 07:46:22 PM
Solen puts down the goblet he had picked up and folds his arms in thought as he looks at the bound form still visible beyond the bars.  Gesturing with his head to a guard to take the prisoner away, he slowly walks to the bars and watches as the guard comes in from the door and he and his fellows pick the whole chair up with the man still tied to it and return him to whence he had come.  He stands looking at the empty cell for a while before he closes the curtain and moves into the room further.  

Wandering up and down the room he lets his mind wander also, reviewing the events of the evening.  First "The Ghost", the one with the strange murdering sprees.  Even with all his power he had not been able to discover what caused them - and he was sure there was a cause, something magical or otherworldly.  His sources were worth that much, at least.

Second had come Rheine.  Ahh, what a beauty that one is, he thinks to himself.  I shall keep her for my own when she is done here.  Then Darien Gulath, arrogant as he had expected and just as ruthless.  He would serve well, if he could be made to stay and to return.  Maybe he ought to send someone to watch over the party... but no, he thinks, that would defeat the purpose of this venture.  If he defects I shall simply have him killed.  Next and last had come Xaod.  What a find he had been, complete with the lure to manipulate him and ensure his total obedience.  Solen smiles to himself.  And next...

His mind wanders ahead over what he must say and do next, and it is not until he has finished reassuring himself of the stability of the rest of his plans for the evening that he realises something.  A frown creases his face as he thinks - what is taking them so long?




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 13, 2005, 04:08:22 AM
Solen’s eyes narrow and his mind jumps to the correct conclusion – Guoranala, deprived of his usual evening’s entertainment, has tried to make use of those around him for his fun.  Solen seats himself in his accustomed chair, to the right of the hearth and the couch, and near the wooden sideboard which stood in the corner of the room.  When he was comfortable, he said to the guard “Open the door.  Bring Kain Kristar to me.”




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Kain Cristar on December 13, 2005, 11:24:22 AM
Kain's long legs bring him within three peds of the Duke, he assumes that a man with such power has been watching him for some time. If so he would know that at this distance Kain's spells are not only painfull, but deadly. Maybe he would not know that Kain was fairly drained of energy. The elf does not let this bother him. If it gives him an advantage, so be it, if not, so be it. Solen would have plans for him anyways. You seek a blade of unique powers, and I am sure you know of my experise in such an area. Obviously you have shaken, yet fortified the wills of your pawns. They come from this room with flacid smiles plastered across their villianous lips. So what threats have you for me, what promises shall you bid my lusts to enjoy? He pauses for less than a second, then pushes on. You need us to aquire this blade, I am sure it is not for our impressive skills. No, you want us because each of us is extremely expendable. Indeed with the slaughter of these creatures you would be not only relieved of any punishment, but praised. None of us are trusted in the slightest way, and if we talk to say, the king's gaurd, our words will be upon deaf ears. Our purpose is clear to me, and your threats spur these base whores to quick action, but what to keep them in line after they leave your hallowed halls. You cannot tail us, lest your scouts be found out. You need something that will bring us back to you with your sword. What gifts may you bestow upon wretches to overcome the power of so grand a blade, that it shall bring you the throne?  What have you that shall keep these... Independent minds from tearing themselves apart? His words are spoken with the snake's tounge, and serpents eyes burn with chilled fervor into the dukes eyes. He notices something strange about them, as all his intentions bare upon only that noble fiend. There is a ragged look, the same ratty glaze that fell under the beauties own orbs. He quickly stores this in the back of his mind and after three seconds of searching down into the human, he takes a half step back, to the plush couch, and slowly lowers himself upon it. His stormy gaze never leaves Solen. Each twich of every muscle is recorded and calculated.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 19, 2005, 04:45:22 AM
Solen can't help smiling as the elf, Kain makes his speech.  He had been told of the styros' archaic mode of speech but had almost forgotten until now.  At least there was no need to ask him how much he knew.  "I see that one of your new compatriots has filled you in on the details," he says, still smiling. "That is well.  It leaves me little to do, and as you know, we nobles are always pleased when we have to do little."  Solen is not above a little self-mockery, especially when he is fairly sure he is only voicing the thoughts of the other.  After all, it had been one of the ways he had become so well beloved by his people despite the rumours of cruelty which swirled outward from his residences like a tainted wind.

"Your presence is required on this quest.  As you say, you have a certain expertise for these things and you also have other talents which will benefit this party.  If you return with the sword, I will be able to bestow upon you a reward which will make you more powerful than you have ever hoped for, removing your one remaining weakness.  If you choose not to go, there is something of yours which I will keep, and, if the whim takes me, destroy."  Solen is sure that Kain will understand the threat, but is also fairly sure he will not grasp  what exactly it is he offers without a little more clarification.  He waits to watch the expressions move across Kain's face.




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Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Kain Cristar on December 19, 2005, 09:39:22 AM
Kain seems slightly suprised. Not at the offer, he had expected that, it was a simple thing to research his past and discover his troubleing loss of control, and even more simple to realize that he always carried with him a gigantic sword of ancient origins. His suprise was that Solen had attempted the bluff. There is no cure, Duke, do you think that I have not beseiged such tribulations with all of my prowess? The vile temperment bestowed upon me by Moh'epher is a burden I shall ever trudge beneath. Yet he understood that at this point, Solen did indeed hold Moh'epher in his grasp. The duke could theoretically keep it, if he really wished to endanger his life so. Kain did not believe the blade could be destroyed. It was too old, to ancient, crafted with magics more esoteric and archane than even he himself could behold. Forged by the will of the Chosen, no such blade could be broken by mortal hands. Moh'epher shall be returned to me as soon as I leave this room, I hope. You cannt destroy it, you dont even comprehend it's power. Yet, it layeth in thine grasp. He grins I have querry to hunt in this expedition, and could care less for who wields the pathetic throne. Even with the blade you will be but a maggot, festering in the rotten corpse of this land. Pitiful man, he cannot grasp the absolute power of the ancients. That which he seeketh shall bestow upon his soul a wound from which no mortal can recover. I doubt it not. Kain pauses in thought for a moment. He ponders if he should dare, and concludes that this man could feed him the information without realizing the purpose of the query. For my aid to be of use in your expedition, I suggest you describe the prowess and demeanor of thsese criminals you have selected. He could care less about the one eyed man, and the blonde whore, and knew as much as he would need about Gulath and the Ghost. Yet, even from afar, the influence of the girl still imprinted itself in some deep part of himself. Somewhere he realized that if he could be cured, if Solen was not the lying maggot that Kain imagined him to be, he would cure himself for her. No longer for pride or purity. He now understood that there is no purity. All is seeped in it's foes weaknesses.  

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 19, 2005, 03:38:22 PM
Solen is not about to sit here chatting with a criminial, let alone one so arrogant as this so he simply replies "I am sure you will have plenty of time to get to know them better than I do," and moves on.  

"You are wrong in saying that there is no cure for the madness which comes upon you,"
Solen says, steepling his fingers.  "The Sword I seek, when united with another powerful magical artefact which I already posess, can cure madness.  This boon I shall bestow upon you, should you return with the Sword.  Should you not, the full force of my mages will be upon you; they have discovered more about Moh'epher than you have even dreamed, and now know how to destroy it, even at a distance."  He smirks at the elf.  "I am not sure what that would do to the one who wields it, but I don't imagine you ought to take that risk, do you?"




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Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Kain Cristar on December 20, 2005, 06:24:22 PM
Kain is unmoved. He doubted that Solen, who needed to use criminals to do his dirty work, could have access to the tomes that contained text on Moh'epher's beginings and purposes. Yet the healing of insanity seemed almost believeable. Surely the power of two ancient artifacts could outweigh even Moh'epher's sinister taint. Perhaps, perhaps not. Either way the best way to stay with the beauty is to go along with this man's little plot. EzCode Parsing Error: color=blueI would hope that a man of your cunning would adhere to his intellect and not challenge a knowledgeable Elf to his own game. The amount of power it would take to destry Moh'epher is beyond that of even a supremely powerful mage. Either you pay a fool's prices for fool's work, or your tounge is serpentine with it's falsehoods. Beside this, I find it in my intrest to capture this item that you seek, and will journey with these gluttons and whores. I expect my personal items will be in whatever accomidations have been made for me?[ Kain wonders about the other pale elf. The short one, could he be a mage of sorts? That hag had the arrogance to suit such profession. His focus slides away from the Duke and onto his own personal inflections. He decides to carefully examine the other elf's aura, and those of his companions on the morrow. He puts a thin finger to his chin and mutters a low mutter, then stands and starts off toward the door. By the look in his eye, he hardly knows what he is physically doing.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect



Title: Re: 1A:Anteroom
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 21, 2005, 04:34:22 AM
Thd Duke gives the signal for the guards to open the door for Kain and they do so, letting the elf pass unhindered.  He then gives a second signal and one of the guards looks out at the room, ensuring it is safe for the Duke to exit.  He waits until his sense of timing permits, and walks out into the main room.




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