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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia Q&A
Subject: A History (albiet a long one...)
She should have been a slave
Dawn
Outside the Depaune Mansion
A figure swathed in cloaks slips out from the shade of the woods and into the ditch beside the road. Clasped tightly to her chest the figure carried a bundle wrapped in cloth. She crouched beside the road, looking in all directions, not wishing to be seen in her current actions. Only the stillness of the morning surrounded her, birds tweeting softly in the trees, the nearby creek gurgling, the mists slowly dissipating around her feet soundlessly, the dull grey of the sky lightening to pale pink with each moment. There was little time left.
Gingerly she laid the bundle onto the damp grass, the small child lay sleeping soundly. A little girl, her stomach recently filled with the warm loving milk of her mother, who did not yet understand the world she had been born into, who did not understand the blood that ran through her veins, nor what her mother was about to do. The mother put the palm of her hand, a hand that the top of which was burned with the Bedine symbol, on the baby’s forehead and whispered a soft prayer to her Gods for the child:
Praise the Gods, o’ mighty writers of our fortune. Be kind upon this child. I have asked for your guidance on this, and feel within my soul that this be her best option. Let her eat again before she starves, let her be found and fed and clothed, let her grow up to be a woman… but if you cannot do these things I ask, I beg of you to take her life now, to let her fall asleep in this grass and never wake up, for I cannot bear the thought of her being a slave as I. Be kind or be cruel, but do not let her suffer. May the Gods grant this and I shall be eternally devout.
A rustling from the road brought the woman to her feet, two dwarves were approaching from the south, they had not noticed her yet but they would in a moment. Kicking some grass over the bundle to keep it from their eyes she stepped out of the ditch and toward the two dwarfs.
“Hey! Stop there… what is your business?” One grumbled, their hands immediately going to the small axes at their waists.
“Look… it’s one of the masters, trying to run away! Get her!” The other yelled and they both attacked.
The woman did not give any fight, but let the two dwarfs take her to the ground, the hood of her cloak falling from her head. She was a beautiful full blooded high elf.
“Elesai…” The first one reached out and ran his finger down her cheek as he hissed her name suggestively, “The masters favorite dog. You gonna give me something to keep me quiet?”
Stubbornly she stared straight ahead, refusing to make eye contact, and all the while praying they paid more attention to her than to where her child lay, just outside the gates of her fathers mansion.
“Come on… she’ll just tell him anyway, lets get her inside, perhaps we’ll get some reward that will spend better in the tavern anyway.” The second one said, hitting the other one atop the head and then drug Elesai to her feet. The two escorted her back onto the mansion grounds.
But the Gods are only so kind
She was found, before starved to death or was eaten by wolves. A group of wood elves found her while peddling their woven fares along the road and took her with them. She was fed, she was clothed, she was allowed to grow up. The harsh realities of being an orphan, of being a half breed, of being poor, and just of being a player in this harsh world they called home all took their toll upon her. The community of weavers took her in, and named her Cayrimsa, they offered her little else. As she grew she learned that no one would official accept her into their family, she was bounced around in the little village. She also learned that once she was able to walk if she wanted something, from a scrap of bread to a place to sleep she had to earn it, by doing chores and later by learning to weave.
Daily she was given lessons to teach her that she did not belong anywhere. The elves could reach the power of nature and use it, while she could merely watch and grow envious of the power they could wield. She watched also as the elves formed the community around her, caring for each other and working toward a common goal of survival, while she walked along it’s fringes, unable to feel their love and working to survive alone. The humans she saw when the ventured out to sell their work, and to buy what they needed with the small amount of money they got for them. Where the elves were simply cold to her the humans were cruel. Names would be spit in her direction, some would refuse do even acknowledge her existence, while still others would feign pleasantries only to barter a better deal for themselves. Despite their open nastiness Cayrimsa was impressed by their accomplishments. The cities were splendid, the work they did important, and even more impressive was the power they had over the land. As she envied the power elves had over nature, she envied the power humans had over the world even more.
It simply did not seem fair that she should be so outcast, forced to live in squalor amid the sheep and fleas in the forest with a bred of elves that were so obviously less accomplished than those around them. So at twelve she left, simply gathered the few belongings she had managed to scrap together over her life and walked out of the village without saying goodbye, and made her way to Drasnia.
Living amid the accomplishments of man made her feel more at ease, but life was still hard. The streets were rough, and she got her share of kicks before she learned how to stand.
Destiny awakens
Drasnia
An Apothecaries Hut
“Are you sure you want to do this?” The old half elf asked with more than a little hesitancy in his voice.
“Ah pehd yeh… doo it!” The girl muttered around the bit in her mouth staring up at him with her dark eyes with determination. It was true, the money lay on the table in front of her in a purse too rich to have come from her belt, but money was money.
“Alright, this is going to hurt… a lot. I’ll do something for the pain afterwards.”
Sitting at the table Cayrimsa turned her eyes down toward the tabletop, concentrating on the swirls in the wood grain and trying to keep her mind focused on that, already knowing that this was going to hurt. The man was hesitating, she hated that, but just as she was about to protest she felt a pair of fingers grip the point of her ear tightly and then the cold metal of a blade touch the soft skin there.
The pain was immediate, searing from her left ear down her neck and into her heart. Her eyes clamped shut and her teeth bore down around the bit. Behind her eyelids the memory of what caused her to demand this mutilation of her body danced:
When she had walked into the alley it was empty, save for the rotting garbage and a few alley cats chasing after rather plump rats, now however a large figure seemed to be following her. In the afternoon sun she could see his shadow fall over her own as he lurked. Up ahead the alley gave way to another street, where she could easily dart and get lost in the safety of the crowds bursting through the ports. However today she did not feel like running, today she felt like standing up. In a moment she spun on her heels and faced the man attached to the shadow.
He was a big brutish human, the kind you don’t want to run into in empty alleys. Not all that tall, but what he lacked in height he made up for in sheer muscular width. Grinning at her with a mouth missing more than a few teeth he clenched one hand in a fist and then beat it into the palm of his other fist.
“Yer purty… I get me good money fer you…”
Spreading her legs to better keep her balance she bore her eyes into the hunter who stood before her. He was but one of the many types of scum running around this city, but for her kind he was particularly dangerous. Hunters gathered up runaway slaves to either return to their masters for a fee, if the master could be found, or sold back into the market at high prices. Sometimes though slaves were not easy to find and free elves and half elves were captured and made slaves.
“Come and get me…” and he did, barreling toward her with all his might.
In his passion to get at her he had not noticed that she pulled out a dagger from her belt and when he got close enough she ducked her head, raised her arm and sliced into the side of his neck and ear with the blade.
Blood gushed out of the wound and screams gushed out of his mouth as he fell to the ground in a heap, clutching at his wound. Rising up out of her duck she looked down upon the monster with great satisfaction. The wound would not kill him, but it would leave a nasty mark. A shiny object caught the light of the sun and pulled her attention away from her victim. Walking over to it she picked it up and held it up to the sun. It was a disc with a small wooden handle on the back, and on the front the Bedine symbol was etched.
“Dropped something…” smiling at him wickedly, “I think it is mine now.”
The disc now sat in her purse, she thought of it as the tip of her ear hit the ground. Never again would she be confused for an elf, never again would she let someone get away with calling her an elf. The elves were lower creatures, and she would not be a part of them. Nor could she be a part of the humans, they would never accept her with her blood, and besides she found them too cruel to want to be a part of. However, they were a better breed than the elves, and if she couldn’t join them, perhaps she could rise above them, make them tremble before her… that would bring her pleasure in life, and only that.
She bit down on the wood as the apothecary brought the blade to her other ear, and let the pain she felt be overshadowed by the pleasure she knew she would get the next time a human cowered at her feet.
When it was done he offered her the left over bits of her ears, rolling her eyes she refused them and had him toss them into the street.
“Your wounds are fresh, if you will let me take a moment to heal them some for you.”
“Heal them? But you are only half elf, you cannot tap the powers of nature… and I won’t pay you extra to perform feats of ‘magic’ on me that do not work.”
“No price my child, and you will see that there are more types of power than just of elven nature… sit down…”
He cupped his hands around her ears whispered something into the air that was picked up by the spirits of magic and transposed to her skin that tingled and then began to turn the blood stumps into soft pink tender flesh again.
“How?!” She turned when it was done, touching the tips of her now rounded off ears and wincing only slightly from the tenderness there.
The man simply smiled.
“Teach me.” Dropping her hand she stared at him with the same determination she had when she had walked into the hut and asked him to do this to her.
“For that there will be a price…”
Her eyes narrowed and she grinned, “Whatever you want…”
So she received her first lessons in magic, and daily has worked on improving since. To pay for the lessons she has done many dark and dangerous things that have caused human, and elf, and all others to cower beneath her while she inflicted pain upon their bodies and souls.
***
Here is my first image of beloved Cayrimsa.
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 20:54:39.
Edited on 2008-06-13 at 03:07:43 by Merideth
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Topic: Friday the 13th
Subject: Another Historian
Loki, I am pleased to see someone else intrested in history.
It is true, well the part about why the Catholic Church had them abolished is certain up for debate, but that is true of much of history.
There are also plenty of superstitious and numerical funness to explain why thirteen is considered bad luck.
However, I personally find April 15th to be an unlucky day, and not just because of tax day, there have been several natural and unnatural awful events that occur on that day.
Then again one can find that for just about any day of the year if they do enough searching. I happen to be born on the day the American Pie crashed...
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 17:14:25.
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Topic: Help Lou Design a Campaign Setting!
Subject: O Cap'n my Cap'n
Was wondering how much has been worked out on the slave issue?
I know there certainly are slaves, the majority being elves that were taken during war. I've been kind of thinking about the issue, partly due to Cay's past, and partly due to my interests. I happen to be a history major and have done research both on slavery in the Americas as well as slavery in ancient societies such as Rome, Greece, and Egypt. If you'd like I could put together some potential ideas on the market, the culture and the legal issues concerning slavery in our little world. Of course any thing you have already decided/considered would be beneficial.
M.
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 16:58:25.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: bummer
Well it didn't fall on your car. Instead it fell on the nice little old lady up the street, and her dog. It is doubtful they'll ever fully get the blood stains out of the pavement.
I wish I didn't have to go back to the proctologist...
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 15:38:16.
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Topic: Over THe Hills And Far AWAY....and back again
Subject: Miss You
Well you shall be missed, but have a good time, and good luck getting those posts up. I know that the Drasnia crew is awaiting for your next post spiders with great anticipation!
Btw... what kind of spiders exactly do you throw
M.
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 15:28:08.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: yummy
ate the aardvark.
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 14:39:05.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Liar
^ spreads lies about people on the internet.
> has chosen cake over death many a times.
v eats cake -with- death every thursday night.
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 14:33:02.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Tis a sad world...
When you cannot be loved for your integrity. But I suppose if I must pick one or the other, I would have to say I'd rather keep my integrity. "Cuz they can't take that away from you"
RP a suped-up-powerful-beyond-belief-I-will-smite-you-with-one-blow character with no character
or
a scrawny-irritating-trembling-at-every-shadow-please-don't-hurt-me character oozing over with character
?
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 14:18:43.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: pink hair ball?
^ Must lick something pink, and often...
> Ducks and then curses herself for starting something that would end up in projectile regurgitating.
v Has a white fluffy bunny rabbit.
(prays that the bunny will not be turned into a projectile)
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 20:15:12.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: corn
and more corn, and hell even more corn while your at it.
Brownie or Cobbler?
((btw... now I want kfc for dinner...))
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 20:09:38.
Edited on 2008-06-11 at 20:10:08 by Merideth
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: woe is him...
^ Seems he should have kept with Costner...
> Is thinking she needs to get 'Deliciously wicked despite being such a nice lady' put on a plaque and hung on her wall (at home and at the office).
v Has a hairball.
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 20:02:36.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Funny haha or Funny hehe?
Because Eol has in fact succedded in eating every single Calvin and Hobbs carton ever made.
Note: All that fiber has also made him very regular in addition to being funny.
Why does my kitty sleep in the sink?
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 19:51:39.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: ^ Dances with...
Kevin Costner. 
> Is taking tango lessons to try and catch up with the wolves superior dancing skills.
v Likes biscuits and mustard... uhhuh...
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 19:34:35.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Well since I don't know them...
naw... even if I didn't know them I'd still probably curl up in a little ball and pray the bear will go away.
Would You Rather:
Be Alice in Wonderland or Dorthy in Oz?
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 19:26:15.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: viva crepes
*poof* The French now act American... and you now act French. So put on that striped shirt, beret, and start puffing at that cig while wagging your eyebrows at women and going 'uh huh huh...' in a deep suggestive voice while eating a croissant! 
I wish I knew all the constellations.
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 19:18:25.
Edited on 2008-06-11 at 19:19:14 by Merideth
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: The Mermaids Protested
And they only speak english, so we were able to understand their protest and refrained from drilling. However, no matter how slowly and how loudly the mermaids have tried to explain their situation to the Chinese they cannot understand each other and so the Chinese continue to drill.
Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moon light?
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 19:08:28.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Spits...
out an Irish man. (is that two words or one? I should know I'm Irish... *sigh*)
With great hesitation and much screaming I feed it my other shoe.
Btw... thanks for trying to save me Lysk, but I really did like those shoes, oh well... 
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 18:56:07.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: gremlin... no...
yellow polka dotted...
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 18:47:59.
Edited on 2008-06-11 at 18:48:37 by Merideth
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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia Q&A
Subject: Muchas Gracias
That helps out alot. I had kind of gathered most of that from the posts, but it does help to have it all spelled out. I guess I should be thinking some about Cay's background and flesh that out some more... hmm... this campaign is becoming rather encompassing, I like it.
M.
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 18:19:22.
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Topic: Yo! I'm here
Subject: Welcomes
'ello Serge. Just wanted to add my own little words to this thread and make it a little longer.
btw... Eol is wrong, he got fed the other day, a leg of lamb, so please don't feed him any more.
M.
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 17:57:27.
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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia Q&A
Subject: Nice...
Like the song, it is very appropriate. You do listen to some depressing music though, lol.
Okay, on to some real business though. I am going to sound completly ignornant here, and you are just gonna have to bear with me and be nice.
Eol... okay so from what I gather Twilight Elf and Mith'ganni are the same thing right? Just diffrent words for it... and if so what is he then, exactly? (and btw, if you google mith'ganni the only thing that comes up are your posts..)
Secondly, Prien... I couldn't find that God anywhere I looked, but everyone seems to be confused as to why he worships Him, but I don't seem to know enough to be confused. Tis a terrible plight to be in.
So to clear up my confusion and to give Cay more ammunition would you mind explaining to me what your character is exactly... lol.
Thanks!
M.
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 17:28:26.
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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia
Subject: Plan A
When she spun out of the door she headed immediately for the bar. Tossing an appropriate coin on the bar off handedly she shouted out to Ruun,
“Keep… ale. And don’t you water it down this time, I’ve got the money right here.”
Ruun grumbled under his breath at the impudent little witch, and then slammed down a mug in front of her, full of head.
“Thanks…” she muttered in return and took her glass, turning to face the room and see if her compatriots had come down as well. Catching Spite’s little tune her eyes narrowed. Not so much for the words, she had heard them enough, but for the fact that she knew it was directed at her. These two are just going to rub it in every chance they get aren’t they?
"Elven blood, human heart, this we're made of," Spite’s voice carried to his ears as he padded through the doorway, "there is none in The Empire we're afraid of. And I shall die with both of my hands untied."
A bemused expression snaked across Nyx’s features as his gaze found Cay amongst the throng, then, Sylla’s nubile form danced a tight circle about him before she pirouetted past, and his expression transformed into something more than amusement. Tempting, my lovely, he leered, stopping briefly to watch her as she writhed along with the tavern’s din, but I’ve seen your game before and I’m not fool enough to touch you with your sister at my back, invited or not.
"Tell me," Spite’s black-honeyed voice called as she gyrated deeper into the common room’s shadows, "wouldn't our discussion taste much better to the tongue with a bit of ale?"
“Ale,” Nyx repeated past a wolfish smile, “yes.” He tore his gaze away from Sylla and he cast a shrewd glance over his shoulder at the silent sister behind him before following in the more vocal one’s wake. “Or wine,” he mused, almost absently, as his nimble fingers plucked a half-full glass of spirits from where someone had abandoned it on the corner of a table, “or this…” He shot the liquor down his throat as he moved towards the dimly lit booth selected by the black bardess – noting that she had selected one quite near to where the skulking Cay already sat - and carelessly discarded the now empty glass on some random table as he passed.
The assassin soon found himself somewhat pleasantly pinned between the Sisters DeMoria and, as Spite cooed an invitation to Cay, his hunter’s gaze swept a slow, discerning circuit around the tavern…
She had followed the twin and Nyx toward the table from the bar. Making a slight face at Spite flirting with him so openly. If they started up some kind of tryst it would only complicate things, romance always did, and this task was much too important to let their raging lust get in the way. Then again, she would have a good time punishing them if they did, this brought a small smile to her lips as she continued to walk to the table. Ignoring the sweet cooed invitation from Spite she slid into one of the chairs opposite Nyx and grunted some kind of greeting to them all. Lowering her head so that the floppy brim of her hat covered her eyes she went to trying to drink as much of the ale as possible without lifting her head too far.
"But you, dearest, darkest, Cay, my sweet pretender,” Spite purred to the witch, “tell me what you believe to be your strengths, and we sisters shall tell you ours. Nyx's own, we know by rote and reason, don't we, dearest Mallys?"
((assuming "positive" response))
“From what I hear you and Nyx are not so different in strengths, only it takes two of you to accomplish what one of him does…” speaking directly into her cup, through bubbles of ale head. It was a thin line she just treaded there, knocking the sisters of course was dangerous in itself, but then she also just complimented the elf, which could prove to be more dangerous in the end, but the fact did remain. And truly she felt it was time the sisters know that they were not going to be best friends either just because they were both half breed girls.
“Not that I would be one to judge, my strengths are quite different. In this case I happen to know a lot about the area we will be in, I stay a couple of blocks down from that inn. He must not be that important if he’s staying there. I also know how to make people talk, so if he isn’t carrying that letter on his person, I’ll find out where it is. I also dabble in certain arts that may prove to be of value.” And just to show off the candle melting away in a waxy glass jar in the center of the table suddenly went out, darkening the groups faces for a second. Then with a poof it lit back up with a red flare, casting devilish light on everyone at the table, making them appear to be soaked in blood for a second, then it dimmed down to its normal flicker.
…His gaze was drawn back to the sisters at the mention of his name and the profession of knowing his strengths and the ghost of a smile flickered on his thin lips but he said nothing. Instead, he fixed Sylla’s eyes with his own for a long moment, his smile sharpening, then allowed the moonlight gaze to drift from her, to Cay, and then to Mallys at his other side whilst the sorceress made her reply…
"Good and well, and such a nice fit within our little puzzle,” Spite proclaimed, “don't you think, so, dearest Mallys?"
The silent sister merely scowled, displeasure evident upon pursed red lips and in darkened emerald eyes.
"Oh don't pout so, sister. If we are to function as a single sword, a singular entity, the one strike of an expert hand, would it not be of our mutual benefits to understand one another?"
“Quite,” Nyx agreed as he summoned a serving wench with a demanding wave of a hand, “as it would be to understand our mark before we move to sever the thread attaching him to his life, yes?” His mind was already working on the job, skittering through the lists of contacts that might be employed to serve the cause, noting those items that might be required for an operation of this sort to be run on the Sea Snakes’ turf, and recalling the more secretive paths in and out of the affluent district in which nobles and their ilk felt at their safest.
“Thought up that one all by yourself huh?” Smirking at Nyx, and actually raising her head just enough to let her dark little piercing eyes glance over at him, then continued with his train of thought. “Yes… we need to know his plans while in town, how many he has in his entourage and who they might be. Then of course where will we do it? If in the hotel, what room is he in, and how will we get in, and get back out later. Or if somewhere else… where and how to secure it and get him there. I usually prefer to work in my own space, where I have more control over the situation. Perhaps we should look into setting up some kind of base down there. I’d imagine you,” glancing at the twin, “could lure him just about anywhere we wanted him.”
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 16:53:27.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: They're not...
they're following the smoke.
Why are there no unicorns?
Posted on 2008-06-10 at 20:39:24.
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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia
Subject: More conversing
((OOC: I just copied Eol's post and then added my own bits in blue (hopefully the blue works) ))
“Now then, I’m furnishing you all with 50 gold pieces,” Vadim, as he absently tossed pouches of gold to each of them, was finally nearing the end of his rambling “for expenses. Use it however you see fit. Should you succeed, you will be given a significant cut of the profits, and be made full-time Hellkites.”
One of Nyx’s alabaster-skinned hands – the one that hadn’t held a punching dagger at the ready beneath his cloak since he’d entered the Hydra’s Breath – lashed out and plucked the purse intended for him from the air and tested it’s weight before disappearing back under the shadowy garment. His eyes hadn’t wandered from Cay in that time but his head had cocked curiously to one side and the leering smile had screwed itself into an almost knowing grin.
Cay caught the bag when it was slung her direction. She did not weigh it in her hand, or peek inside to check if he was telling the truth about the amount, she was certain he was not, but again any unpleasantries she visited upon the human scum would be brought back ten-fold. The bag disappeared into a pocket inside her cloak in an instant. –The task must be harder than it seems, or more important, for him to offer 50 gold before and the promise of more, and membership after wards. I shall have to keep my eyes open on this one…- she thought to herself.
“I disgust you, my curious little cousin,” he whispered past a smirk, “is that it?...”
So the look she had shot back to him when he met her eyes earlier conveyed her hatred for his kind, good, she was glad they would not have to tread carefully around each other. Better that he know his pointy ears made her sick. To drive the point in even further she spit at the floor in front of his feet, and hardened her glance at him.
He cast a quick, sidelong glance at the Hellkite Captain as he trudged towards the wine bottle, then to the sisters DeMoria, before returning to the witch; “…You seek to fit into the breeder’s world when even your blood would have you stay in ours? Tsk,” there was something decidedly devilish but, at the same time, not at all unfriendly in his smile as he reached to draw the cowl of his cloak over his head and winked one moon-colored eye at her from the deeper shadows that now enveloped his features, “Perhaps we will change your mind about that before it’s all over, yes?”
“I did not ask for this blood…” she hissed at him under her breath, then turned her eyes back to the humans in charge, how she hated them even more than ever for putting her with this elven bastard.
“Well,” Vadim smirked after swallowing half a glass of wine in a single, greedy gulp, “That’s it then. Thanald is staying at the Grinning Goblin Inn on the north side of the bay, which is in Sea Snake territory. Obviously, the Sea Snakes are no threat to us, but it’d be best if you didn’t let ‘em know you were there, savvy? Be quick and silent as death and you’ll have no trouble. I expect nothing less from Hellkites.”
“Understood, sir,” Sylla – or ‘Spite,’ as he knew the woman – replied, smiling that lusciously wicked smile.
Nyx, for his part, simply cast a look in the Captain’s direction and snorted derisively as if the suggestion that he would be anything other that quick and silent was a great offense. “You’ll have your head,” he hissed, offering a fractional nod, before his gaze slinked across the DeMoria’s and Cay once more, “paltry advances aside.”
For her part she simply grunted something that sounded like an agreement to Vadim, her blood simply boiling at this point. Seeing that the summons was now over she did not wait to be excused, but simply spun on her heel, cloak flying out around her and headed for the door. They would of course need to come up with some plans for this little adventure, but she wasn’t going to do anything before she got herself a drink. Nyx would probably try to run this whole thing, the Assassin Elven Prince, and she would need some liquor to chock down whatever it was he had to say.
Posted on 2008-06-10 at 19:48:32.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: more random movie quotes from Meri
It bounces around screaming 'My biscuits are burning!' and then begs for a glass of milk.
Terrified I run away screaming and forget to fed it.
Posted on 2008-06-10 at 17:46:57.
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