Shaddus2009-02-26 12:34:11
Awesome, Nocht is pretty cool.
Unknown2009-02-26 12:37:20
I tried to join Nocht's order the same way. Looks like I needed controversial parents to pull it off though. 
Somaria2009-02-26 13:19:48
QUOTE (Sadhyra @ Feb 26 2009, 05:11 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Just for clarification, the lead-up to Somaria's little visit from the mystery God.
You aren't y'Kaliath anymore. Put it in Nocht's thread.
*shun*
Somaria2009-02-26 13:38:04
This is split into a few parts, with a lot cut out. Enjoy.
Traitor to the Family - After being visited by Nocht, Somaria waits a while and then seeks out her daughter. They agreed to meet in Nocht's fulcrux despite her better judgment. Somaria questions Sadhyra, who bitterly assaults her mother with insults. Why did Somaria reach out though?
The Mystery
A Mother's Love
Traitor to the Family - After being visited by Nocht, Somaria waits a while and then seeks out her daughter. They agreed to meet in Nocht's fulcrux despite her better judgment. Somaria questions Sadhyra, who bitterly assaults her mother with insults. Why did Somaria reach out though?
QUOTE
The image of the night sky grows terrifyingly dark as an icy breeze cuts across
the lonely hill, spiralling patterns dancing across the tall grass.
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance shifts her weight, fitfully
pacing closer to the tree as her carapace rattles loudly. Only the sound of her
steps breaks the heavy silence of the chamber.
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Sadhyra's lips.
Her tail swaying slowly behind her, you ask, "I amuse you, daughter?"
Finally breaking the silence, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising
Resonance says, "Somewhat."
Icily, you say, "How forunate for you. I, however, am not amused in the least."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance juts her chin upwards, the
movement encompassing your frame. "A furrikin these days?" she asks. "Ever
reincarnating to find that perfect form?"
Wryly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "You should
have chosen Kephera. We are the true Queens of the Basin - and power means far
more than simple, weak beauty, so easily broken and wilted."
With little care for her tone in this sacred place, you say, "How sure you are,
Sadhyra."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance quietly stares at you, arms
crossed before her. Coldly, she prompts, "You wished to discuss something,
mother?" Her voice stresses the final word with a hint of caustic bitterness.
You have emoted: Somaria steps forward slowly, as if to examine Sadhyra, her
eyes narrowed in thought.
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance stays stiff, blandly
staring back at you, her expression alien and unreadable.
Circling around you from a good distance, you say to Sadhyra, "I did. Didn't I..
That's right.." Recognition crosses her features as she continues, "My
amusement.. and lack there of."
Clicking her nails together, you say to Sadhyra, "Though, let us address your
point before it is forgotten, at least by me. Pride.. Queen of Hives. How many
of you there are and how easily have I seen your sister's fall."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance tilts her head as you
circle, her eyes watching you with a cold glint. Quietly, she says, "Did you
wish to merely stare? I could have mailed you a painting."
Mockingly, you ask Sadhyra, "Would a painting capture your big head?"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance merely gives you a brittle
smile.
Simply, you say to Sadhyra, "You ponder if I seek a perfect race.. To put your
thoughts to rest, I intend to return to my elfen heritage yet again. A waste of
two daggers, sadly, but a lesson learned. Your tastes will change as well,
eventually, though I fear this attitude you keep will not."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance inclines her head slightly,
her faceted eyes sparkling with a hint of interest.
You say to Sadhyra, "Whispers in my ears seeking to haunt me further, mentioning
you and your disgust with myself and mine."
Faintly amused, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "I
believe that's what it commonly termed "gossip" mother - my rejection of the
family was a rather public affair."
Leaning forward and shaking her head, you say to Sadhyra, "Not your turn yet.
There's that attitude again."
Straightening, her features calm, you say to Sadhyra, "He hurt me, and He hurt
my son."
Curiously, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "Who?"
Lifting her hand and gazing over her nails, sharp and polished, you sigh, "I
know you aren't that stupid, child."
Using your tongue and the roof of your mouth, you make a quiet clicking noise.
Flatly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "You'll have
to be more specific. There are many who dislike you, afterall."
Simply, you say, "And few who matter enough for me to care."
Motioning to the shrine again, you say, "He said you told Him things. I know
what things those are. He said I lied to Him and betrayed Him from the
beginning."
With asperity, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "Yes,
well, you did."
You have emoted: Somaria steps closer to the altar, placing a hand at it's
surface and lightly hoisting herself up to perch at it's edge.
You ask, "Did I?"
Using your tongue and the roof of your mouth, you make a quiet clicking noise.
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance folds her arms across her
chest with a defiant rattle of carapace. She glares at you, challenge in her
eyes. "The poem. The torque."
Stiffly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "You sought,
always to gain power, and, always, your children proved useful tools."
The boughs of the large blackthorn moan loudly as they shake, sending a new
shower of petals cascading across the fulcrux.
Icily, you say, "Things that came to me in dreams."
You say, "I hardly seek to understand your hatred, Sadhyra."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance's voice drops, as a quiet,
purring note of victory enters her tone. "I merely enlightened Him as to the
extent of Your manipulations - I merely told Him the lengths you would go to,
still continue to go to, for power."
You say, "And if I was angry, you'd be dead by now. I'm in no mood to continue
this argument."
Leaning forward with interest, you say, "You know very well that I was very,
very ill."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance raises an eyebrow. "Dead by
who's hand?" she retorts. "You can't fight, mother, never could. Would you call
your lapdog in to battle me?"
With a dry chuckle, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says,
"Seems you still are ill, mother. Delusional as ever."
Lifting a slender brow of her own, you say to Sadhyra, "I'm delusional? That's
unfortunate of you to think."
Waving her hand, you say, "I'm not here to manipulate you, nor to use you as
some.. step through which to gain power. You are quite utterly worthless to me
in that sense. Why am I here?"
the lonely hill, spiralling patterns dancing across the tall grass.
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance shifts her weight, fitfully
pacing closer to the tree as her carapace rattles loudly. Only the sound of her
steps breaks the heavy silence of the chamber.
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Sadhyra's lips.
Her tail swaying slowly behind her, you ask, "I amuse you, daughter?"
Finally breaking the silence, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising
Resonance says, "Somewhat."
Icily, you say, "How forunate for you. I, however, am not amused in the least."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance juts her chin upwards, the
movement encompassing your frame. "A furrikin these days?" she asks. "Ever
reincarnating to find that perfect form?"
Wryly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "You should
have chosen Kephera. We are the true Queens of the Basin - and power means far
more than simple, weak beauty, so easily broken and wilted."
With little care for her tone in this sacred place, you say, "How sure you are,
Sadhyra."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance quietly stares at you, arms
crossed before her. Coldly, she prompts, "You wished to discuss something,
mother?" Her voice stresses the final word with a hint of caustic bitterness.
You have emoted: Somaria steps forward slowly, as if to examine Sadhyra, her
eyes narrowed in thought.
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance stays stiff, blandly
staring back at you, her expression alien and unreadable.
Circling around you from a good distance, you say to Sadhyra, "I did. Didn't I..
That's right.." Recognition crosses her features as she continues, "My
amusement.. and lack there of."
Clicking her nails together, you say to Sadhyra, "Though, let us address your
point before it is forgotten, at least by me. Pride.. Queen of Hives. How many
of you there are and how easily have I seen your sister's fall."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance tilts her head as you
circle, her eyes watching you with a cold glint. Quietly, she says, "Did you
wish to merely stare? I could have mailed you a painting."
Mockingly, you ask Sadhyra, "Would a painting capture your big head?"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance merely gives you a brittle
smile.
Simply, you say to Sadhyra, "You ponder if I seek a perfect race.. To put your
thoughts to rest, I intend to return to my elfen heritage yet again. A waste of
two daggers, sadly, but a lesson learned. Your tastes will change as well,
eventually, though I fear this attitude you keep will not."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance inclines her head slightly,
her faceted eyes sparkling with a hint of interest.
You say to Sadhyra, "Whispers in my ears seeking to haunt me further, mentioning
you and your disgust with myself and mine."
Faintly amused, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "I
believe that's what it commonly termed "gossip" mother - my rejection of the
family was a rather public affair."
Leaning forward and shaking her head, you say to Sadhyra, "Not your turn yet.
There's that attitude again."
Straightening, her features calm, you say to Sadhyra, "He hurt me, and He hurt
my son."
Curiously, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "Who?"
Lifting her hand and gazing over her nails, sharp and polished, you sigh, "I
know you aren't that stupid, child."
Using your tongue and the roof of your mouth, you make a quiet clicking noise.
Flatly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "You'll have
to be more specific. There are many who dislike you, afterall."
Simply, you say, "And few who matter enough for me to care."
Motioning to the shrine again, you say, "He said you told Him things. I know
what things those are. He said I lied to Him and betrayed Him from the
beginning."
With asperity, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "Yes,
well, you did."
You have emoted: Somaria steps closer to the altar, placing a hand at it's
surface and lightly hoisting herself up to perch at it's edge.
You ask, "Did I?"
Using your tongue and the roof of your mouth, you make a quiet clicking noise.
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance folds her arms across her
chest with a defiant rattle of carapace. She glares at you, challenge in her
eyes. "The poem. The torque."
Stiffly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "You sought,
always to gain power, and, always, your children proved useful tools."
The boughs of the large blackthorn moan loudly as they shake, sending a new
shower of petals cascading across the fulcrux.
Icily, you say, "Things that came to me in dreams."
You say, "I hardly seek to understand your hatred, Sadhyra."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance's voice drops, as a quiet,
purring note of victory enters her tone. "I merely enlightened Him as to the
extent of Your manipulations - I merely told Him the lengths you would go to,
still continue to go to, for power."
You say, "And if I was angry, you'd be dead by now. I'm in no mood to continue
this argument."
Leaning forward with interest, you say, "You know very well that I was very,
very ill."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance raises an eyebrow. "Dead by
who's hand?" she retorts. "You can't fight, mother, never could. Would you call
your lapdog in to battle me?"
With a dry chuckle, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says,
"Seems you still are ill, mother. Delusional as ever."
Lifting a slender brow of her own, you say to Sadhyra, "I'm delusional? That's
unfortunate of you to think."
Waving her hand, you say, "I'm not here to manipulate you, nor to use you as
some.. step through which to gain power. You are quite utterly worthless to me
in that sense. Why am I here?"
The Mystery
QUOTE
Darkly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "About time
you answered that question."
The image of the night sky grows terrifyingly dark as an icy breeze cuts across
the lonely hill, spiralling patterns dancing across the tall grass.
You ask Sadhyra, "In fact, why am I anywhere? Who can possibly help me now,
Sadhyra? Who have I left to abuse and use and manipulate?"
You have emoted: Somaria crosses her legs easily as she muses, pursing her lips
in mockery of serious consideration.
Sourly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "You continue
to procreate, so you have plenty enough puppets in your little kingdom in the
aetherspace."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "I met the simpleton
mugwump. My...niece, is it?"
You ask Sadhyra, "And what can she do for me, Sadhyra?"
You ask, "Shall I have her dress in a jester's garments and spin around like the
little simpleton you believe her to be?"
You ask, "All for the sake of amusing me in me.. Kingdom, was it?"
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Sadhyra's lips.
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "Worship is worship,
eh? You need that, quite simply."
Flatly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "You need
adoration, and targets to lash out at."
Twisting her foot as she stretches her ankle, you ask Sadhyra, "But Sadhyra, who
am I to worship? Who is there to adore me? What targets have I?"
You say, "My son? Who is off training hard to inherit all of my illegally
acquired wealth? My soon to be husband, or my lap dog? Whom I rarely see?"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance narrows her eyes, her voice
dropping to a hiss. "Try Fain."
Laughingly, you ask Sadhyra, "Fain?"
You say, "Dear child, I wouldn't set myself before him willingly if I have seven
swords at my throat."
Coldly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "He
appreciates the vain and the delusional. You'd be a perfect worshipper."
You ask Sadhyra, "I'm vain?"
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance eyes widen, as she frowns,
staring closely at you. "You once tried to force me to adore the Mask. You lie,
now."
Twitching her tail, you say to Sadhyra, "Or perhaps I am simply well again. Or
perhaps it's delusional. Whichever you prefer, I suppose."
Softly, you ask Sadhyra, "Why am I here, Sadhyra?"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance considers the question,
exhaling slowly as she stares at the shrine before her. Her eyes unfocus for a
long moment, before the drift once again back to you. Almost sympathetically,
she quietly answers: "I think you are lonely."
The image of the night sky grows terrifyingly dark as an icy breeze cuts across
the lonely hill, spiralling patterns dancing across the tall grass.
Negatively, you say to Sadhyra, "You yourself said I have plenty of puppets."
You say to Sadhyra, "Including one, adoring son whom gives up days to keep me
occupied."
Drumming her nails against the shrine, the sound seeming to grow louder as the
seconds pass, you ask Sadhyra, "Why am I here?"
Softly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "Puppets are
not company, merely amusement. Toys are not the same as true companions."
you answered that question."
The image of the night sky grows terrifyingly dark as an icy breeze cuts across
the lonely hill, spiralling patterns dancing across the tall grass.
You ask Sadhyra, "In fact, why am I anywhere? Who can possibly help me now,
Sadhyra? Who have I left to abuse and use and manipulate?"
You have emoted: Somaria crosses her legs easily as she muses, pursing her lips
in mockery of serious consideration.
Sourly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "You continue
to procreate, so you have plenty enough puppets in your little kingdom in the
aetherspace."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "I met the simpleton
mugwump. My...niece, is it?"
You ask Sadhyra, "And what can she do for me, Sadhyra?"
You ask, "Shall I have her dress in a jester's garments and spin around like the
little simpleton you believe her to be?"
You ask, "All for the sake of amusing me in me.. Kingdom, was it?"
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Sadhyra's lips.
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "Worship is worship,
eh? You need that, quite simply."
Flatly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "You need
adoration, and targets to lash out at."
Twisting her foot as she stretches her ankle, you ask Sadhyra, "But Sadhyra, who
am I to worship? Who is there to adore me? What targets have I?"
You say, "My son? Who is off training hard to inherit all of my illegally
acquired wealth? My soon to be husband, or my lap dog? Whom I rarely see?"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance narrows her eyes, her voice
dropping to a hiss. "Try Fain."
Laughingly, you ask Sadhyra, "Fain?"
You say, "Dear child, I wouldn't set myself before him willingly if I have seven
swords at my throat."
Coldly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "He
appreciates the vain and the delusional. You'd be a perfect worshipper."
You ask Sadhyra, "I'm vain?"
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance eyes widen, as she frowns,
staring closely at you. "You once tried to force me to adore the Mask. You lie,
now."
Twitching her tail, you say to Sadhyra, "Or perhaps I am simply well again. Or
perhaps it's delusional. Whichever you prefer, I suppose."
Softly, you ask Sadhyra, "Why am I here, Sadhyra?"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance considers the question,
exhaling slowly as she stares at the shrine before her. Her eyes unfocus for a
long moment, before the drift once again back to you. Almost sympathetically,
she quietly answers: "I think you are lonely."
The image of the night sky grows terrifyingly dark as an icy breeze cuts across
the lonely hill, spiralling patterns dancing across the tall grass.
Negatively, you say to Sadhyra, "You yourself said I have plenty of puppets."
You say to Sadhyra, "Including one, adoring son whom gives up days to keep me
occupied."
Drumming her nails against the shrine, the sound seeming to grow louder as the
seconds pass, you ask Sadhyra, "Why am I here?"
Softly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "Puppets are
not company, merely amusement. Toys are not the same as true companions."
A Mother's Love
QUOTE
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance halts abruptly, staring at
you. "Continue," she says.
You have emoted: Somaria continues to step towards you, caring little for any
person space.
Boredly, you say, "We'll resume, then. Why am I here, oh mighty Hive Queen?"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance unconsciously steps
backwards, her eyes darting to the statue at the base of the altar. Neutrally,
she replies, "I have no idea. Enlighten me."
Stepping forward again, you say, "Answer me. Why am I here daughter mine?"
Leaning in, you ask, "What reason could I possibly have?"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance snaps her gaze back to you,
holding her ground. "Blame, hatred, guilt," she growls. "Choose one." More
softly, she adds, "Remorse? Less likely but...perhaps..."
Bitterly, you exclaim to Sadhyra, "How can your bitch of a mother, the oh so
infamous Traitor, weave you into a plan this time?!"
You say to Sadhyra, "I already told you that I'd have had you killed if I hated
you, wretch."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance closes her eyes slowly, her
voice faint and faltering. "What is it you want...mother?"
You say to Sadhyra, "You think I blame you? Father thinks I can not take blame
myself. Perhaps that's the reason your bitch of a mother sought out the only
child to dare spit in her face."
You ask Sadhyra, "Am I guilty, Sadhyra? When have you ever been useful in
gaining me power?"
You say, "You think I feel remorse? Perhaps for beating you when you pleaded
with me to stop."
Hastily, her tone implying a need to rush, you ask, "But honestly, Sadhyra, why
would your bitch of a mother be here right now?"
Quickly, leaning in dangerously closer, you exclaim, "Answer me, Sadhyra!"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance's eyes open slowly, as a
note of tenderness creeps into her voice. "I am the only child who has forsaken
you - the only one with a true, distinct identity. There is a lure, there. The
most seductive and desirable things are those which we cannot easily control."
Meeting your gaze and holding it with a steady, unblinking stare, Nocturne
Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "Your other children are what
you wish them to be. Loyal. Obedient. Boring."
You say to Sadhyra, "Then why haven't I sought you out again? Must it always be
about your use to me? Your allure? You have no allure, Sadhyra." She narrows her
eyes at your gaze, speaking quickly still, "My children are hardly obedient. Try
again."
You ask Sadhyra, "Your allure died long ago. The question remains. Why. Am. I.
Here?"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance shrugs, turning away.
Slowly she paces about the shrine, her armoured plates grating against each
other with each step in a measured, echoing gait. "You are starting to bore me,
mother," she lazily responds over her shoulder. "Answer your own question - I am
a busy woman these days."
Quite simply, you say to Sadhyra, "I love you."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance freezes, her back still to
you. A tense rigidity enters her posture as her rhythmic pace abruptly stops.
Turning and crossing her arms as her tail shifts slowly, you say to Sadhyra,
"What a devious web I weave, child mine. To come all the way here, to allow
myself to be harmed further and remind Father of His promise to harm my son.. To
tolerate your husband's insults, and your's as well."
Her tone bitter once more, you say, "I wonder what web I could cast you in just
by telling you that."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance slowly rotates, glancing
back over her shoulder towards you. In a whisper, she replies, "Do you even
remember what love means, mother?"
You say, "How delusional I must be, to tell you that I love you, and I do know
what it means, after hearing of your badmouthing. Your neverending hatred."
You say, "Still, I coax Daedalion not to run after you. I defend you when my
children show their disgust, and I even shed a tear in your memory some nights
after all is done."
You say to Sadhyra, "It's all I wanted and it's what I'll leave you with,
child."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance furrows her brow, shaking
her head slowly.
Quietly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "I...want to
believe you."
You say to Sadhyra, "Deny me all you wish, but I will always love you. Spoiled
little Elfen or Hive Queen hiding high on her throne."
With a faint sigh, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says,
"Give me time."
You say to Sadhyra, "Your bitch of a mother will let her busy daughter be. I
wouldn't wish to bring you more hardships as I already apparently have."
you. "Continue," she says.
You have emoted: Somaria continues to step towards you, caring little for any
person space.
Boredly, you say, "We'll resume, then. Why am I here, oh mighty Hive Queen?"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance unconsciously steps
backwards, her eyes darting to the statue at the base of the altar. Neutrally,
she replies, "I have no idea. Enlighten me."
Stepping forward again, you say, "Answer me. Why am I here daughter mine?"
Leaning in, you ask, "What reason could I possibly have?"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance snaps her gaze back to you,
holding her ground. "Blame, hatred, guilt," she growls. "Choose one." More
softly, she adds, "Remorse? Less likely but...perhaps..."
Bitterly, you exclaim to Sadhyra, "How can your bitch of a mother, the oh so
infamous Traitor, weave you into a plan this time?!"
You say to Sadhyra, "I already told you that I'd have had you killed if I hated
you, wretch."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance closes her eyes slowly, her
voice faint and faltering. "What is it you want...mother?"
You say to Sadhyra, "You think I blame you? Father thinks I can not take blame
myself. Perhaps that's the reason your bitch of a mother sought out the only
child to dare spit in her face."
You ask Sadhyra, "Am I guilty, Sadhyra? When have you ever been useful in
gaining me power?"
You say, "You think I feel remorse? Perhaps for beating you when you pleaded
with me to stop."
Hastily, her tone implying a need to rush, you ask, "But honestly, Sadhyra, why
would your bitch of a mother be here right now?"
Quickly, leaning in dangerously closer, you exclaim, "Answer me, Sadhyra!"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance's eyes open slowly, as a
note of tenderness creeps into her voice. "I am the only child who has forsaken
you - the only one with a true, distinct identity. There is a lure, there. The
most seductive and desirable things are those which we cannot easily control."
Meeting your gaze and holding it with a steady, unblinking stare, Nocturne
Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "Your other children are what
you wish them to be. Loyal. Obedient. Boring."
You say to Sadhyra, "Then why haven't I sought you out again? Must it always be
about your use to me? Your allure? You have no allure, Sadhyra." She narrows her
eyes at your gaze, speaking quickly still, "My children are hardly obedient. Try
again."
You ask Sadhyra, "Your allure died long ago. The question remains. Why. Am. I.
Here?"
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance shrugs, turning away.
Slowly she paces about the shrine, her armoured plates grating against each
other with each step in a measured, echoing gait. "You are starting to bore me,
mother," she lazily responds over her shoulder. "Answer your own question - I am
a busy woman these days."
Quite simply, you say to Sadhyra, "I love you."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance freezes, her back still to
you. A tense rigidity enters her posture as her rhythmic pace abruptly stops.
Turning and crossing her arms as her tail shifts slowly, you say to Sadhyra,
"What a devious web I weave, child mine. To come all the way here, to allow
myself to be harmed further and remind Father of His promise to harm my son.. To
tolerate your husband's insults, and your's as well."
Her tone bitter once more, you say, "I wonder what web I could cast you in just
by telling you that."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance slowly rotates, glancing
back over her shoulder towards you. In a whisper, she replies, "Do you even
remember what love means, mother?"
You say, "How delusional I must be, to tell you that I love you, and I do know
what it means, after hearing of your badmouthing. Your neverending hatred."
You say, "Still, I coax Daedalion not to run after you. I defend you when my
children show their disgust, and I even shed a tear in your memory some nights
after all is done."
You say to Sadhyra, "It's all I wanted and it's what I'll leave you with,
child."
Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance furrows her brow, shaking
her head slowly.
Quietly, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says, "I...want to
believe you."
You say to Sadhyra, "Deny me all you wish, but I will always love you. Spoiled
little Elfen or Hive Queen hiding high on her throne."
With a faint sigh, Nocturne Mistress Sadhyra d'Illici, Rising Resonance says,
"Give me time."
You say to Sadhyra, "Your bitch of a mother will let her busy daughter be. I
wouldn't wish to bring you more hardships as I already apparently have."
kiriwe2009-02-26 18:20:04
Yay! More logs, please!
Somaria2009-02-27 17:56:53
Daedalion's irritation - Grigoloth comes to update his parents on his search for a suitor for his niece, Kiriwe. He had asked Somaria about Jigan's standing engagement, but Som told him to ask Dae because she didn't know, nor care to.
It's not a blow your mind fantastic log, but a wonderful example of day-to-day dealings in the family. A casual meeting.
It's not a blow your mind fantastic log, but a wonderful example of day-to-day dealings in the family. A casual meeting.
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Grigoloth arrives in a cone of sparkling light.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee lowers his head politely.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee walks to the side of his Mother, placing his lips
gently upon her brow.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Mother."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee gives a firm nod towards Daedalion.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Hello, Father."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Mother has advised me to
speak to you on a matter, if you will hear it."
Daedalion tilts his head curiously at Grigoloth.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "I have approached Jigan of
Magnagora in regards to becoming her suitor. However, he is currently with
another woman at the present time."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Kiriwe's suitor, that is."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee clears his throat softly.
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning looks thoughtful and
says to Grigoloth, "Was fixing to get angsty for a second there."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee grins from the corner of his mouth.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "With good reason, Sir."
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning asks Grigoloth, "Who
is he with?"
You rub your eyes tiredly.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "I was going to ask you, for I
am not not sure."
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning looks skeptical and
says to Grigoloth, "Jigan keeps everything to himself.. I'm not even sure what's
in his cupcakes."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "You slip in and out of shadow
as if they were your kin. I thought maybe you had heard something."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Spite, and hatred. Lots of
Spite."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "That is quoted, for I asked
the same question."
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says, "No wonder
they taste terrible."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee nods firmly.
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning looks skeptical and
says, "I didn't know jigan was with anyone.. last I heard he was still sending
my wife food."
You blush furiously.
Daedalion grunts noncommitally.
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning frowns and says,
"People dont have common decency anymore."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Agreed, Father."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Perhaps they are gifts, of
friendship?"
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning asks Grigoloth, "You
know what I would do if I found out who Jigan was with?"
Flatly, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to
Grigoloth, "Send her a heaping load of food."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "What is that, Father?"
Right eye twitching slightly, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of
Mourning says to Grigoloth, "Friendship food doesn't include a letter of apology
for coming on to you."
Peering at Somaria silently, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion,
"I see."
"Meh," says Daedalion nonchalantly.
Shaking his head slightly, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of
Mourning says, "I must say though.. I have a rather large distaste for Jigan."
Questionily, perhaps trying to rile you up a bit with a hidden grin, Trooper
Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "And that displeases you, Father?"
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning frowns and says to
Grigoloth, "Anything that threatens my property displeases me, Grigoloth..
Remember that."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Of course, Father."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "If I find the woman in which
Jigan shares his bed with, I will inform you if you wish."
Shrugging with a soft sigh, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of
Mourning says, "But if Kiriwe likes him for some reason, it doesn't bother me."
Nodding, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to
Grigoloth, "Please do so. That would please me."
Grinning softly, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "I figured it
would, Father."
The corners of Daedalion's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "I should get going Father if
I wish to win the next Necromandate contest as well."
Nodding, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to
Grigoloth, "Take care, child."
It is now the 16th of Tzarin, 229 years after the Coming of Estarra.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "I shall."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee lowers his head politely.
Grigoloth leaves to the ether.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee lowers his head politely.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee walks to the side of his Mother, placing his lips
gently upon her brow.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Mother."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee gives a firm nod towards Daedalion.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Hello, Father."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Mother has advised me to
speak to you on a matter, if you will hear it."
Daedalion tilts his head curiously at Grigoloth.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "I have approached Jigan of
Magnagora in regards to becoming her suitor. However, he is currently with
another woman at the present time."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Kiriwe's suitor, that is."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee clears his throat softly.
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning looks thoughtful and
says to Grigoloth, "Was fixing to get angsty for a second there."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee grins from the corner of his mouth.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "With good reason, Sir."
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning asks Grigoloth, "Who
is he with?"
You rub your eyes tiredly.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "I was going to ask you, for I
am not not sure."
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning looks skeptical and
says to Grigoloth, "Jigan keeps everything to himself.. I'm not even sure what's
in his cupcakes."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "You slip in and out of shadow
as if they were your kin. I thought maybe you had heard something."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Spite, and hatred. Lots of
Spite."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "That is quoted, for I asked
the same question."
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says, "No wonder
they taste terrible."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee nods firmly.
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning looks skeptical and
says, "I didn't know jigan was with anyone.. last I heard he was still sending
my wife food."
You blush furiously.
Daedalion grunts noncommitally.
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning frowns and says,
"People dont have common decency anymore."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Agreed, Father."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Perhaps they are gifts, of
friendship?"
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning asks Grigoloth, "You
know what I would do if I found out who Jigan was with?"
Flatly, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to
Grigoloth, "Send her a heaping load of food."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "What is that, Father?"
Right eye twitching slightly, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of
Mourning says to Grigoloth, "Friendship food doesn't include a letter of apology
for coming on to you."
Peering at Somaria silently, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion,
"I see."
"Meh," says Daedalion nonchalantly.
Shaking his head slightly, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of
Mourning says, "I must say though.. I have a rather large distaste for Jigan."
Questionily, perhaps trying to rile you up a bit with a hidden grin, Trooper
Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "And that displeases you, Father?"
Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning frowns and says to
Grigoloth, "Anything that threatens my property displeases me, Grigoloth..
Remember that."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "Of course, Father."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "If I find the woman in which
Jigan shares his bed with, I will inform you if you wish."
Shrugging with a soft sigh, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of
Mourning says, "But if Kiriwe likes him for some reason, it doesn't bother me."
Nodding, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to
Grigoloth, "Please do so. That would please me."
Grinning softly, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "I figured it
would, Father."
The corners of Daedalion's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "I should get going Father if
I wish to win the next Necromandate contest as well."
Nodding, Lord Deathchord Daedalion y'Kaliath, the Prince of Mourning says to
Grigoloth, "Take care, child."
It is now the 16th of Tzarin, 229 years after the Coming of Estarra.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to Daedalion, "I shall."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee lowers his head politely.
Grigoloth leaves to the ether.
Somaria2009-02-27 18:29:13
Jonas wants to be replanted - Jonas ventures to visit his mother, who just happens to be tending to her roses on the veranda. They discuss her other, more recent son, and the one she often refers to as a mistake before him. Jonas asks why Somaria beat him into a long 'slumber' and Somaria simply remarks that he was.. well.. daft.
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Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest looks skeptical and says, "I see.
By your definition, am I...daft?"
Conversationally, Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "After all,
I'd hate to disappoint you, eh?"
Shaking her head a bit slowly, you say to Jonas, "You aren't daft, just a bit
arrogant in some lights."
Raising an eyebrow, Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "What
kind of lights?"
Leaning down to pluck one of the roses from a nearby bush, you say, "In lights
where you come in here acting as if you simply must acknowledge what is a proud
family because of the simple fact that they are. As if it's some sort of chore."
Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "I didn't mean to portray it
as a chore, Mother. It is my duty. No matter my personal feelings, I have a
fealty to the y'Kaliath name. One that I cannot neglect."
Somaria shifts her hand quietly around the healthy, crimson flower. As it
passes, the color deepens to a sickening black. She slowly runs her hands down
it's stem, tearing away the thorns cleanly and leaving a few simply leaves to
accent it's misery. Delicately extending her hand, you give a midnight black
rose to Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest.
Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest takes the rose between his middle
and index fingers and stares at it as if remembering something. His reverie
breaks at your speech and he stands attentively listening.
Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "Mother?"
Meaningfully, you purr, "To break away from us, after being so blessed with our
care and love.. It surely leaves them on the verge of withering. Tainted by a
simple dismissal. A wave of the hand in rejection. A rendering of their defenses
useless."
Turning back to tend to her roses, you ask Jonas, "How unfortunate for that one,
no?"
Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "On the verge of withering,
yes. But is there any hope for this one to be replanted, to know restoration?"
Lifting a pair of small cutters to cut weeds away from the bush, you say, "Once
a flower is plucked from the ground, it is entirely possible to care for it and
keep it alive for a long, long time."
Crouching next to you to watch, Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest
says, "As an herbalist, I understand. But it takes time and solitude for the
plant to flourish. If disturbed by outside influences, it may wither again - a
freshly planted herb is a fragile one."
Her ears flattening slightly, you say, "In some circumstances, it relies on the
plant's strength of will to flourish. An herbalist can only do so much to tend
to his or her specimen."
Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest rises to his feet, facing away from
you at an angle.
As if to himself, Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "We'll see,
won't we?"
Slightly more audible, Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "I
thank you for your time, Mother. However, I must depart."
After staring at it a bit more, Jonas gives a midnight black rose to you.
Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "I hope that one finds a
place amid your garden. For both of our sakes."
Rising slightly, you say to Jonas, "As you will, dear." She leans down slowly to
pat you on the head almost mockingly before lowering herself again to continue
with the bush. "Let's not wander far from your bush this time."
By your definition, am I...daft?"
Conversationally, Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "After all,
I'd hate to disappoint you, eh?"
Shaking her head a bit slowly, you say to Jonas, "You aren't daft, just a bit
arrogant in some lights."
Raising an eyebrow, Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "What
kind of lights?"
Leaning down to pluck one of the roses from a nearby bush, you say, "In lights
where you come in here acting as if you simply must acknowledge what is a proud
family because of the simple fact that they are. As if it's some sort of chore."
Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "I didn't mean to portray it
as a chore, Mother. It is my duty. No matter my personal feelings, I have a
fealty to the y'Kaliath name. One that I cannot neglect."
Somaria shifts her hand quietly around the healthy, crimson flower. As it
passes, the color deepens to a sickening black. She slowly runs her hands down
it's stem, tearing away the thorns cleanly and leaving a few simply leaves to
accent it's misery. Delicately extending her hand, you give a midnight black
rose to Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest.
Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest takes the rose between his middle
and index fingers and stares at it as if remembering something. His reverie
breaks at your speech and he stands attentively listening.
Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "Mother?"
Meaningfully, you purr, "To break away from us, after being so blessed with our
care and love.. It surely leaves them on the verge of withering. Tainted by a
simple dismissal. A wave of the hand in rejection. A rendering of their defenses
useless."
Turning back to tend to her roses, you ask Jonas, "How unfortunate for that one,
no?"
Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "On the verge of withering,
yes. But is there any hope for this one to be replanted, to know restoration?"
Lifting a pair of small cutters to cut weeds away from the bush, you say, "Once
a flower is plucked from the ground, it is entirely possible to care for it and
keep it alive for a long, long time."
Crouching next to you to watch, Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest
says, "As an herbalist, I understand. But it takes time and solitude for the
plant to flourish. If disturbed by outside influences, it may wither again - a
freshly planted herb is a fragile one."
Her ears flattening slightly, you say, "In some circumstances, it relies on the
plant's strength of will to flourish. An herbalist can only do so much to tend
to his or her specimen."
Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest rises to his feet, facing away from
you at an angle.
As if to himself, Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "We'll see,
won't we?"
Slightly more audible, Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "I
thank you for your time, Mother. However, I must depart."
After staring at it a bit more, Jonas gives a midnight black rose to you.
Chieftain Jonas, Bringer of the Dark Harvest says, "I hope that one finds a
place amid your garden. For both of our sakes."
Rising slightly, you say to Jonas, "As you will, dear." She leans down slowly to
pat you on the head almost mockingly before lowering herself again to continue
with the bush. "Let's not wander far from your bush this time."
Unknown2009-02-28 05:00:42
I had a lot of fun with this. Grig, stressed out that the talks about having his Mother and Father inducted into Magnagora has been left in open air for a while, he decides to finally take it into his own hands and tries to be the big, bad tough wheel and deal type of guy. Yeah, that doesn't work out to well for him. Nariah exposes and see's through him immediately, not giving him barely time to speak and embarrasses him beyond recognition. Although her words did sink in. Nariah, thanks a lot this was fun.
Chamber of the Heresiarch.
Trophy skulls look down from high upon the walls of the Heresiarch's chamber,
grinning with yellowed teeth. An enormous bed made from carved ravenwood
occupies most of the room, covered in thick red satin sheets. A closet filled
with an assortment of ritual robes sits in the corner of the room, beside a
locked chest. On the southern wall an acrylic painting of the city of Magnagora
hangs, rich with vivid details. Underneath a small brass plaque has been
affixed, with the name of the painter, Vit n'Rotri. The baroque elegance of a
nearby divan lends an air of decadence and formality to the room. A magnificent
marble throne carved in the shape of an amaranth glows invitingly here. Sitting
on its haunches, a bloodhound rests here. A sigil in the shape of a small,
rectangular monolith is on the ground. Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the
Benevolent is here. She wields a damning symbol of domination in her left hand
and the Damned Sceptre of the Ravenous Beast in her right.
You see exits leading north (closed door) and up (open door).
Closing the door shut, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "My office is as safe as it gets."
Folding his hands neatly to his front, you say to Nariah, "Agreed. Thank you, Lady Nariah for this meeting."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent walks around the room, taking the longer way around to pass by the window and give it a brief glance, before she finishes at the couch.
Nariah sits herself down on a stately crimson divan couch and makes herself comfortable.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Have a seat."
Running his fingers over the apolstry, you say to Nariah, "Excellent craftsmanship, Lady Nariah."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent looks over you impassively and nods briefly at the words, making no further comments or acknowledgement, waiting.
Clearing his throat, you say to Nariah, "I must admit my coming here today is concerning a rather delicate topic."
Idly, as her talons graze against the armrest, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "You would not request a private meeting otherwise. Go ahead, lets have it in the open."
Nodding to himself, you say to Nariah, "It concerns the application of the y'Kaliath, amd entering the walls of Magnagora and gaining citizenship."
Continuing, you say to Nariah, "I figured as you were one of the Iron Council, that perhaps you could shed light on the subject in question."
Grigoloth lowers his head, running his tongue along the inside of his mouth.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent continues looking upon you dispassionately for a moment longer before she speaks, no movement is made.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Somaria knows the conditions of my neutrality upon the matter, she is yet to contact me as regards the full completion of the tasks bestowed."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "No member of the Council has commented upon the letter, neither within our books, boards or in person. Aside from lingering, quite visible displeasure of quite a few advisors about the notion, naught was said or done."
Dispassionately still, her eyes fixed upon you, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Irregardless of the outcome of the Councillor's opinion, we must await the Warlord's voice as respect for the leader demands."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent flicks her talons together absently, motes of cosmic fire sparking forth and dissipating in thin air.
Raising his eyes back to your own, you say to Nariah, "So it would seem things are left in the void, for the time being then."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent watches your reaction carefully, her talons grazing against the upholstery again idly.
Tilting her head to the side with a hint of a nod, slowly, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Yes, the application is also somewhere down the middle on our list of priorities. We are investigating two issues of a treaty violation, one by a Magnagoran, one by a Glomdorian, attempting to amend the dire power crisis, Necromentate teeters at the brink of destruction still.."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent lets her voice trail off into a whisper and then silence.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "We cannot give a definite answer in a matter of minutes, it is not a simple case."
Coldly, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "No matter the attempts to apologise and pay it back made, the fact remains your mother has betrayed the Wyrden Forest in a way unheard of since my birth."
Speaking slowly with a soft grin, changing the subject at hand, you say to Nariah, "This pact of Serenwilde and Celest, has caused quite the negative impact upon Magnagora, wouldn't you agree, Heresiarch?"
Arching an eyebrow, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Pact? What pact. They have always worked side by side for as long as I remember. How is it relevant?"
Crossing his battle hardened arms across his wide chest, you say to Nariah, "What if I were to say, there is the possibility to temporarily, or even completely disolving this friendship they have grown so accustomed too?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent looks at you blankly for a moment and then leans back and laughs out loud.
Grigoloth places his arm gently upon the arm of the sofa, carefully observing your reactions.
Grigoloth turns his head to the side, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
Still laughing, her hand covering her mouth, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Oh hilarity."
Wiping away a tear, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Are you attempting to manipulate me child?"
Shaking her head and leaning back, her face fully composed, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "You ought to take a few lessons somewhere."
Lowering his head softly, you say to Nariah, "I would be a fool to think I could manipulate you, Heresiarch."
Gently, you say to Nariah, "I'm desperate, for I love my family."
You say to Nariah, "I am here to speak words in private, and nothing more Lady Nariah."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Then why, why for the love for Nil would you suddenly speak of Celest and Serenwilde?"
You say to Nariah, "As I said M'lady, I am desperate. I am not here to manipulate, I am here to simpily see if there is another way to place the application higher upon the waiting list."
You say to Nariah, "I simpily offer a service, in exchange for something in return."
Grigoloth sighs heavily, cheeks flushed from embarassment.
Pursing her lips in mock thoughtfulness, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "So... you are offering 'something' that could possibly, by your words, split Celest and Serenwilde up, only in return for your family's application being reviewed faster. Otherwise, you intend to keep it to yourself."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent taps her talon against her pursed
lips slowly.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Excellent service to the city, Trooper. Shows where your loyalties lie."
Nariah raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Nodding agreeably, you say to Nariah, "It is something that strays from my characteristics, Lady Nariah as you could see through me. I simpily wish to walk hand and hand among the walls of Magnagora with my Mother and family. Shamefully enough, it has come down to this."
You say to Nariah, "To restore honour to my family is something I hold in high regards, for it has been broke as you know."
You say to Nariah, "And here I am now, as desperate as any being could be, resorting through these means to accomplish my goals."
Grigoloth lowers his head, unable to look you in the eye as his heart pounds heavy in his chest.
With disgust, her eyes cold, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Your city, however, has no desire for your parents to stay within its walls. Was it because they have wronged Glomdoring? No, what do we care? We simply do not wish people of that kind within our fine city. Scum, filth and maggots are cast aside, even our Serfs are better than Glomdorian, Celestian or Serenwilden
nobles, simply because they are Magnagoran. It is a privilege to be here amongstus and manipulative thieving ex-whores are not on a list of people we wish amongst that group."
You have emoted: Grigoloth gulps loudly, the dry bulb in his throat scraping along the rough contours of his surface.
Looking away towards the window, dispassionately enunciating on, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "I do not believe in change, she has not changed since day one within the Nihilists. She is still the very same attention-seeking person who will get involved in whatever possible, and as soon as she can, reach for power and abuse it for her gain."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "I would know, she was the protege of my daughter."
You say to Nariah, "What you speak is truth, Heresiarch. There is nothing further I can argue."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "What the mother of a Magnagoran strays from course, she is usually disowned."
Nariah purses her lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as she carefully
gathers her thoughts.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "I remember when Haiden's mother, Nymerya, a fine Magnagoran noblewoman, abandoned us for Celest, he has spat and raged at the dishonour and disowned her immediately and went to destroy all statues to her within the city."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "When -my- mother left the Engine for the dream of Gaudiguch..."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent looks back and fixes her eyes on you sharply.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "We barely patched up our relations, even eighty years later."
Grigoloth turns his head from your piercing gaze, barely able to make any form of contact.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "You are a fine Magnagoran... but such a momma's boy, it is a contradiction."
Nodding hesitantly, you say to Nariah, "I try to serve as best as I can, Heresiarch. Please believe these words as truth."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Why stain everything then? Why tarnish your growing reputation with the y'Kaliath name?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent's brow furrows and she shakes her head somewhat and casts her eyes down.
Sighing under his breath, speaking in a whisper almost shrouded in disapointment, you say to Nariah, "Because she is my Mother, Heresiarch."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "I would not marry a d'Murani because that family line has became festering filth, has been long before now but at least had few decent people. Now being one is being part of a circus. Thesame goes for all family relations."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says to you, "Being 'my Father' did not stop my Father from calling me out publicly on something I did wrong and in anger."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Family relations have naught to do with her being in Magnagora or not."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Will she..."
Grimacing, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Love you less? Will
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "So why push it, why ask of your city to take someone who can potentially bring the city down, rob it, manipulate it, abuse it?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "More, you are already choosing family, and such an unimportant family matter like them being allowed to walk where they desire, over the well-being and lives of Magnagorans."
Sighing, and nodding his head in agreement, you say to Nariah, "I know these words, and I know why you speak them. You speak them because they are truth. But what son would I be if I didn't simpily try, Heresiarch. She has spoken to me becoming a Magnagorian would bring her happiness, so I simpily tried, even though I knew I was un-equiped for this conversation."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Is that all you are? A son to your mother?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "How long will you allow your family relations to influence your whole life?"
Nariah raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Casting her eyes over your frame, dryly, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "She was not viscanti at the time of your birth, I fail to even see how she can in fact be your mother."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "A proper viscanti mother would have taught her son the viscanti values. Viscanti upbringing would have removed such weakness from you as holding onto something that is your downfall, as opposed to looking forwards."
As rejection wracks his voice, you say to Nariah, "It is my fault the way I am. I take full responsibility for my own shortcomings, Heresiarch."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Fault perceived and removed is a lesson earned, a fault perceived and nourished, is a weakness that shall destroy you."
Frowning at you, quietly, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "So what that you realise that? What shall you do about it? Will you allow for weakness to linger within?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "How can you ever become useful to your Master, the Crimson Lord does not tolerate weakness."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent rubs her forehead slowly, tiredly.
Thinking heavily upon your words, nodding, you say to Nariah, "I am clearly unfit for His vision. I suspect he keeps me around for amusement."
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In an apologetic voice, you say to Nariah, "Heresiarch."
Grigoloth clears his throat, nodding.
Rolling her eyes, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Youth, so emotional, with such a victim mentality."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "What is this nonsense of being unfit for His service?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent stands up briskly and begins pacing the room slowly.
You say to Nariah, "My weaknesses, as you so cleary pointed out and proven flawlessly, Heresiarch."
Gesticulating, annoyance creeping in her voice, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Then become worthy, do not settle on transient comfort that is your family. Organisations, clans, even families come and go, alliances change and fall, are rebuilt. You ought to adapt."
Oblivious to you, to herself, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Why did you join His service?"
Snorting, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Because He is the God of Gods, child, how hard is that? Shall I really teach you about your own Lord here?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent plucks an iron tome from a small table besides the couch and flings it at your feet.
Nariah drops an iron tome bound in gold and crimson.
Walking up close and pushing the tome with mild disdain with her foot, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Study, clearly you ought to."
Grigoloth eyes widen slightly as you speak, unable to muster sound or speech.
Grigoloth leans over, reaching gently towards the scroll.
Grigoloth studies the tome with interest, rubbing his finger along it's surface.
Reciting from memory, force in her words, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "For we are as maggots unto HIM. In SERVICE we may become FLIES."
Half reciting, half commenting, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "For beneath HIM we are of nothing. And that is what you will be if not only you fail in His service, you are also out of His service."
Walks up close and leans over you, tracing a talon sharply down the page you have opened upon, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "I confess of my weakness before HE granted me STRENGTH. I confess of my fear before HE had shown me TRUE FEAR. I confess of pride before HE had shown me MY PLACE."
Leaning back, her golden eyes smouldering, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "He is your path to rid yourself of weakness, do not be so foolish as to believe that is how you ought to be and that is how you shall achieve anything. You will be put a pawn in His game."
Grigoloth's eyes dart at the tome then back at you as he sits stiff as a board.
Stuttering his words, you say to Nariah, "Yes, Heresiarch. Of course."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Take the tome, study it carefully, then carve words of penitence upon your arm, or where have you, with a blade, cleanse it with fine salt and rub it within and pour over with fine Magnagoran wine."
Staring up at you with a blank, lifeless gaze, you say to Nariah, "I like cutting things, Heresiarch."
Grimly, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "What you have said is a sin for a Fainite, and an insult to your Master. You will not be weak, you ought not to be weak, you are -Viscanti-, the nobility, the pure race, the finest race of the Basin."
Grigoloth shakes his head, snapping back into reality as he nods firmly.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Viscanti are favoured by Him which is why He tolerates you, that and your potential. Don't waste it."
Eyes glowing with a savage fire to them, you say to Nariah, "Thank you for keeping me on course, Heresiarch."
Turning around, over her shoulder, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "I will ask the Council to at least post their initial thoughts... so we know something."
Quietly, her voice carrying across the office, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "The door are open, go down the staircase and out."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent leans over the sill and looks out of the window, her hair gently stirred by the window.
Grigoloth stands up quickly, brushing himself off and saluting you in the traditional ur'Guard fashion.
Chamber of the Heresiarch.
Trophy skulls look down from high upon the walls of the Heresiarch's chamber,
grinning with yellowed teeth. An enormous bed made from carved ravenwood
occupies most of the room, covered in thick red satin sheets. A closet filled
with an assortment of ritual robes sits in the corner of the room, beside a
locked chest. On the southern wall an acrylic painting of the city of Magnagora
hangs, rich with vivid details. Underneath a small brass plaque has been
affixed, with the name of the painter, Vit n'Rotri. The baroque elegance of a
nearby divan lends an air of decadence and formality to the room. A magnificent
marble throne carved in the shape of an amaranth glows invitingly here. Sitting
on its haunches, a bloodhound rests here. A sigil in the shape of a small,
rectangular monolith is on the ground. Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the
Benevolent is here. She wields a damning symbol of domination in her left hand
and the Damned Sceptre of the Ravenous Beast in her right.
You see exits leading north (closed door) and up (open door).
Closing the door shut, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "My office is as safe as it gets."
Folding his hands neatly to his front, you say to Nariah, "Agreed. Thank you, Lady Nariah for this meeting."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent walks around the room, taking the longer way around to pass by the window and give it a brief glance, before she finishes at the couch.
Nariah sits herself down on a stately crimson divan couch and makes herself comfortable.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Have a seat."
Running his fingers over the apolstry, you say to Nariah, "Excellent craftsmanship, Lady Nariah."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent looks over you impassively and nods briefly at the words, making no further comments or acknowledgement, waiting.
Clearing his throat, you say to Nariah, "I must admit my coming here today is concerning a rather delicate topic."
Idly, as her talons graze against the armrest, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "You would not request a private meeting otherwise. Go ahead, lets have it in the open."
Nodding to himself, you say to Nariah, "It concerns the application of the y'Kaliath, amd entering the walls of Magnagora and gaining citizenship."
Continuing, you say to Nariah, "I figured as you were one of the Iron Council, that perhaps you could shed light on the subject in question."
Grigoloth lowers his head, running his tongue along the inside of his mouth.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent continues looking upon you dispassionately for a moment longer before she speaks, no movement is made.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Somaria knows the conditions of my neutrality upon the matter, she is yet to contact me as regards the full completion of the tasks bestowed."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "No member of the Council has commented upon the letter, neither within our books, boards or in person. Aside from lingering, quite visible displeasure of quite a few advisors about the notion, naught was said or done."
Dispassionately still, her eyes fixed upon you, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Irregardless of the outcome of the Councillor's opinion, we must await the Warlord's voice as respect for the leader demands."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent flicks her talons together absently, motes of cosmic fire sparking forth and dissipating in thin air.
Raising his eyes back to your own, you say to Nariah, "So it would seem things are left in the void, for the time being then."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent watches your reaction carefully, her talons grazing against the upholstery again idly.
Tilting her head to the side with a hint of a nod, slowly, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Yes, the application is also somewhere down the middle on our list of priorities. We are investigating two issues of a treaty violation, one by a Magnagoran, one by a Glomdorian, attempting to amend the dire power crisis, Necromentate teeters at the brink of destruction still.."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent lets her voice trail off into a whisper and then silence.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "We cannot give a definite answer in a matter of minutes, it is not a simple case."
Coldly, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "No matter the attempts to apologise and pay it back made, the fact remains your mother has betrayed the Wyrden Forest in a way unheard of since my birth."
Speaking slowly with a soft grin, changing the subject at hand, you say to Nariah, "This pact of Serenwilde and Celest, has caused quite the negative impact upon Magnagora, wouldn't you agree, Heresiarch?"
Arching an eyebrow, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Pact? What pact. They have always worked side by side for as long as I remember. How is it relevant?"
Crossing his battle hardened arms across his wide chest, you say to Nariah, "What if I were to say, there is the possibility to temporarily, or even completely disolving this friendship they have grown so accustomed too?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent looks at you blankly for a moment and then leans back and laughs out loud.
Grigoloth places his arm gently upon the arm of the sofa, carefully observing your reactions.
Grigoloth turns his head to the side, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
Still laughing, her hand covering her mouth, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Oh hilarity."
Wiping away a tear, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Are you attempting to manipulate me child?"
Shaking her head and leaning back, her face fully composed, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "You ought to take a few lessons somewhere."
Lowering his head softly, you say to Nariah, "I would be a fool to think I could manipulate you, Heresiarch."
Gently, you say to Nariah, "I'm desperate, for I love my family."
You say to Nariah, "I am here to speak words in private, and nothing more Lady Nariah."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Then why, why for the love for Nil would you suddenly speak of Celest and Serenwilde?"
You say to Nariah, "As I said M'lady, I am desperate. I am not here to manipulate, I am here to simpily see if there is another way to place the application higher upon the waiting list."
You say to Nariah, "I simpily offer a service, in exchange for something in return."
Grigoloth sighs heavily, cheeks flushed from embarassment.
Pursing her lips in mock thoughtfulness, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "So... you are offering 'something' that could possibly, by your words, split Celest and Serenwilde up, only in return for your family's application being reviewed faster. Otherwise, you intend to keep it to yourself."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent taps her talon against her pursed
lips slowly.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Excellent service to the city, Trooper. Shows where your loyalties lie."
Nariah raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Nodding agreeably, you say to Nariah, "It is something that strays from my characteristics, Lady Nariah as you could see through me. I simpily wish to walk hand and hand among the walls of Magnagora with my Mother and family. Shamefully enough, it has come down to this."
You say to Nariah, "To restore honour to my family is something I hold in high regards, for it has been broke as you know."
You say to Nariah, "And here I am now, as desperate as any being could be, resorting through these means to accomplish my goals."
Grigoloth lowers his head, unable to look you in the eye as his heart pounds heavy in his chest.
With disgust, her eyes cold, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Your city, however, has no desire for your parents to stay within its walls. Was it because they have wronged Glomdoring? No, what do we care? We simply do not wish people of that kind within our fine city. Scum, filth and maggots are cast aside, even our Serfs are better than Glomdorian, Celestian or Serenwilden
nobles, simply because they are Magnagoran. It is a privilege to be here amongstus and manipulative thieving ex-whores are not on a list of people we wish amongst that group."
You have emoted: Grigoloth gulps loudly, the dry bulb in his throat scraping along the rough contours of his surface.
Looking away towards the window, dispassionately enunciating on, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "I do not believe in change, she has not changed since day one within the Nihilists. She is still the very same attention-seeking person who will get involved in whatever possible, and as soon as she can, reach for power and abuse it for her gain."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "I would know, she was the protege of my daughter."
You say to Nariah, "What you speak is truth, Heresiarch. There is nothing further I can argue."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "What the mother of a Magnagoran strays from course, she is usually disowned."
Nariah purses her lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as she carefully
gathers her thoughts.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "I remember when Haiden's mother, Nymerya, a fine Magnagoran noblewoman, abandoned us for Celest, he has spat and raged at the dishonour and disowned her immediately and went to destroy all statues to her within the city."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "When -my- mother left the Engine for the dream of Gaudiguch..."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent looks back and fixes her eyes on you sharply.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "We barely patched up our relations, even eighty years later."
Grigoloth turns his head from your piercing gaze, barely able to make any form of contact.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "You are a fine Magnagoran... but such a momma's boy, it is a contradiction."
Nodding hesitantly, you say to Nariah, "I try to serve as best as I can, Heresiarch. Please believe these words as truth."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Why stain everything then? Why tarnish your growing reputation with the y'Kaliath name?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent's brow furrows and she shakes her head somewhat and casts her eyes down.
Sighing under his breath, speaking in a whisper almost shrouded in disapointment, you say to Nariah, "Because she is my Mother, Heresiarch."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "I would not marry a d'Murani because that family line has became festering filth, has been long before now but at least had few decent people. Now being one is being part of a circus. Thesame goes for all family relations."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says to you, "Being 'my Father' did not stop my Father from calling me out publicly on something I did wrong and in anger."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Family relations have naught to do with her being in Magnagora or not."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Will she..."
Grimacing, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Love you less? Will
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "So why push it, why ask of your city to take someone who can potentially bring the city down, rob it, manipulate it, abuse it?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "More, you are already choosing family, and such an unimportant family matter like them being allowed to walk where they desire, over the well-being and lives of Magnagorans."
Sighing, and nodding his head in agreement, you say to Nariah, "I know these words, and I know why you speak them. You speak them because they are truth. But what son would I be if I didn't simpily try, Heresiarch. She has spoken to me becoming a Magnagorian would bring her happiness, so I simpily tried, even though I knew I was un-equiped for this conversation."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Is that all you are? A son to your mother?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "How long will you allow your family relations to influence your whole life?"
Nariah raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Casting her eyes over your frame, dryly, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "She was not viscanti at the time of your birth, I fail to even see how she can in fact be your mother."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "A proper viscanti mother would have taught her son the viscanti values. Viscanti upbringing would have removed such weakness from you as holding onto something that is your downfall, as opposed to looking forwards."
As rejection wracks his voice, you say to Nariah, "It is my fault the way I am. I take full responsibility for my own shortcomings, Heresiarch."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Fault perceived and removed is a lesson earned, a fault perceived and nourished, is a weakness that shall destroy you."
Frowning at you, quietly, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "So what that you realise that? What shall you do about it? Will you allow for weakness to linger within?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "How can you ever become useful to your Master, the Crimson Lord does not tolerate weakness."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent rubs her forehead slowly, tiredly.
Thinking heavily upon your words, nodding, you say to Nariah, "I am clearly unfit for His vision. I suspect he keeps me around for amusement."
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In an apologetic voice, you say to Nariah, "Heresiarch."
Grigoloth clears his throat, nodding.
Rolling her eyes, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Youth, so emotional, with such a victim mentality."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "What is this nonsense of being unfit for His service?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent stands up briskly and begins pacing the room slowly.
You say to Nariah, "My weaknesses, as you so cleary pointed out and proven flawlessly, Heresiarch."
Gesticulating, annoyance creeping in her voice, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Then become worthy, do not settle on transient comfort that is your family. Organisations, clans, even families come and go, alliances change and fall, are rebuilt. You ought to adapt."
Oblivious to you, to herself, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Why did you join His service?"
Snorting, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent asks, "Because He is the God of Gods, child, how hard is that? Shall I really teach you about your own Lord here?"
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent plucks an iron tome from a small table besides the couch and flings it at your feet.
Nariah drops an iron tome bound in gold and crimson.
Walking up close and pushing the tome with mild disdain with her foot, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Study, clearly you ought to."
Grigoloth eyes widen slightly as you speak, unable to muster sound or speech.
Grigoloth leans over, reaching gently towards the scroll.
Grigoloth studies the tome with interest, rubbing his finger along it's surface.
Reciting from memory, force in her words, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "For we are as maggots unto HIM. In SERVICE we may become FLIES."
Half reciting, half commenting, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "For beneath HIM we are of nothing. And that is what you will be if not only you fail in His service, you are also out of His service."
Walks up close and leans over you, tracing a talon sharply down the page you have opened upon, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "I confess of my weakness before HE granted me STRENGTH. I confess of my fear before HE had shown me TRUE FEAR. I confess of pride before HE had shown me MY PLACE."
Leaning back, her golden eyes smouldering, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "He is your path to rid yourself of weakness, do not be so foolish as to believe that is how you ought to be and that is how you shall achieve anything. You will be put a pawn in His game."
Grigoloth's eyes dart at the tome then back at you as he sits stiff as a board.
Stuttering his words, you say to Nariah, "Yes, Heresiarch. Of course."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Take the tome, study it carefully, then carve words of penitence upon your arm, or where have you, with a blade, cleanse it with fine salt and rub it within and pour over with fine Magnagoran wine."
Staring up at you with a blank, lifeless gaze, you say to Nariah, "I like cutting things, Heresiarch."
Grimly, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "What you have said is a sin for a Fainite, and an insult to your Master. You will not be weak, you ought not to be weak, you are -Viscanti-, the nobility, the pure race, the finest race of the Basin."
Grigoloth shakes his head, snapping back into reality as he nods firmly.
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "Viscanti are favoured by Him which is why He tolerates you, that and your potential. Don't waste it."
Eyes glowing with a savage fire to them, you say to Nariah, "Thank you for keeping me on course, Heresiarch."
Turning around, over her shoulder, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "I will ask the Council to at least post their initial thoughts... so we know something."
Quietly, her voice carrying across the office, Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent says, "The door are open, go down the staircase and out."
Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent leans over the sill and looks out of the window, her hair gently stirred by the window.
Grigoloth stands up quickly, brushing himself off and saluting you in the traditional ur'Guard fashion.
Somaria2009-02-28 05:25:43
Somaria would be disappointed if she'd seen this, mostly because Grigoloth became so discouraged.
It was a nice read, though.
It was a nice read, though.
Unknown2009-02-28 07:23:25
The funniest thing about that log above.
Nariah gave me the tome.
Look tome
Alright, I see page 1. Time to skip to page 2.
Flip page
You flip the bird.
I had to tell her in tells quick that wasn't intentional before she cut me open. Of course I took it out of the log
Nariah gave me the tome.
Look tome
Alright, I see page 1. Time to skip to page 2.
Flip page
You flip the bird.
I had to tell her in tells quick that wasn't intentional before she cut me open. Of course I took it out of the log
kiriwe2009-03-01 03:57:58
Nothing spectacular, just A day in the life of Kiriwe y'Kaliath
QUOTE
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Hello, Kiriwe."
You say to Grigoloth, "Look what I just got!"
You wave a golden sunflower dress about energetically.
You snuggle up close to a golden sunflower dress, smiling happily.
The Aetherplex Chamber.
A hunting trophy bearing Kelysa's head is here, a grisly reminder of the power
of a skillful hunter. A hunting trophy bearing Somaria's head is here, a grisly
reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. A hunting trophy bearing Thoros's
head is here, a grisly reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. Trooper
Grigoloth, Ops Trainee is here. He wields an ancestral klangaxe with both hands.
There is an aetherways portal here.
You see exits leading north (open door), south, and out.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "That is pretty."
You nod your head emphatically.
You say, "I'm about to go put it on."
You bounce up and down.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Let me see how it looks when you
are done."
You glance askance.
You say to Grigoloth, "Oh... you don't want to help me put it on?"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "If you require help Kiriwe, I could
aid you in the matter."
You nod your head emphatically.
You say, "The buttons are on the back, so I can't reach them."
You say, "Hangon."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, "Not here, it's so public."
You say, "I have to take my pyjama's off anyway."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I see. Very well."
You portal to Red Orchid Cakes and Pastries Bakery.
Grigoloth follows you ether.
An eerily quiet, teddy bear-stuffed bedroom.
Spacious and covered in satin, a heart-shaped bed the colour of rubies is here.
The floor is warmed by a plush carpet of snow-white fur. A painting of decaying
swamp is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. Two bunny slippers are resting here
as if tossed, seeming in a state of play. A resplendent array of brightly
saturated colours in a jumble is all that is visible of this discarded sari.
You see exits leading east (open door) and out (open door).
You close the reinforced door to the east.
You say, "I'm going to change now, don't look!"
Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion covers his eyes and turns around.
You remove a pink pyjama shirt with bunny-ear hood.
You remove some pink bunny pyjama pants.
You drop some pink bunny pyjama pants.
You drop a pink pyjama shirt with bunny-ear hood.
You ponder the situation.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Shall I help you now, Kiriwe?"
You nod your head emphatically.
You have emoted: Kiriwe walks over to you, handing the dress to you to help her
step into.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee holds the dress knee high, hands holding open a
hole so you may step into it.
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "I expect you to
keep that door open, young lady!"
You have emoted: Kiriwe places her hands on your wrists as she lifts her pudgy
legs one at a time to step into the dress.
You yell, "Fine!"
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "Don't you make me
remove the thing!"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee slowly pulls the dress up over your belly, gently
resting the fabric on your shoulders.
You see Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee yell, "Hello, Mihewi."
You yell, "It's my room mom! Can't I have any privacy?"
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "There!"
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "You can have
privacy when you're not with a boy!"
You have emoted: Kiriwe turns around, presenting the back of the dress for you
to button.
You yell, "MOM! Put my door back!"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee places his fleshy fingers around the fabric of
the dress, stabbing at the hole with the button.
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "You should have
opened it when I told you to!"
You yell, "I was busy!"
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "WHAT THE BLOODY
NIL WAS KEEPING YOU SO BUSY?!"
You say, "Ugh.. it's like she doesn't trust me."
You yell, "I was showing Grig my new dress!"
Grinning towards you, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "The nerve."
You see Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee yell, "It is a lovely dress, Mihewi."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "That dress had
better cover every single girl bit your fat little brat body has, Kiriwe
y'Kaliath."
You yell, "Of course!"
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "That's a good
girl!"
You see Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee yell, "Yes, it covers everything........"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee finishes with the button, removing his hand to
rest neatly at his side.
You have emoted: Kiriwe twirls in place, letting the skirt float up and about
her waist before she comes to a rest, the petals of the dress fluttering back
down to rest on her thighs.
You ask Grigoloth, "How does it look?"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Beautiful, Kiriwe."
You have emoted: Kiriwe smiles up at you. "I'm glad you like it."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "It is just as pleasent as your
Sari."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Glancing down at her bare legs, you say, "It's so much shorter though... but at
least it doesn't have a big blood stain!"
Glancing down upon your slimy legs, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you,
"It does show more, doesn't it?"
You say, "Mmhm. I'm not sure if I like it... I feel kinda... exposed."
You shrug helplessly.
You say, "It'll do for now, though."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I get my new clothes soon from
Father."
You ask, "Oh?"
You ask Grigoloth, "What new clothes?"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "An ensemble Mother picked out, to
look my best. She wishes for me to look my best."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee shrugs his shoulders slightly.
You nod your head emphatically.
You say to Grigoloth, "I can't wait to see it. I'm sure you'll be ever so
handsome in it!"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Thank you, Kiriwe."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I should put on my armor, I cannot
wear it in Mother's Estate."
Grigoloth slips into a suit of streamlined fullplate.
You blink.
You glance askance.
You say, "I... I still can't believe she kicked me out..."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "She will come around, Kiriwe."
Sighing, you say, "I hope so. I don't like her being angry with me."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "She seems to be stressed lately.
She'll come around."
You yawn suddenly and mightily.
You ponder the situation.
You say, "How, though? She won't even talk to me."
Shruging his shoulders, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Grown up
things I guess. Stuff that grown ups get worried about. You know how they can
be."
You have emoted: Kiriwe walks over to the bed, hopping up and sitting so her
legs hang off the edge, dangling freely.
You say to Grigoloth, "We're getting to be pretty grown up ourselves, now."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "We are getting there, yes."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I think it is going to be fun
though."
Fidgeting with the petals of the skirt of her dress, you ask Grigoloth, "When do
you think we'll be all the way grown up?"
Pondering the thought, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I guess when
there are kids and marriage involved you get grown up."
Slowly, you say to Grigoloth, "How is everything with... with that lady that
Grandmama found for you?"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I only have visited her estate
once, it would seem."
Innocently, you say to Grigoloth, "Oh? What did you do? Have tea and talk?"
Nodding softly, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Yes, Kiriwe. We had
tea and talked."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee glances around your room, fiddling with his
fingers.
Warming slowly to the subject, you ask Grigoloth, "What did you talk about?"
You have emoted: Kiriwe pats the bed beside her. "Come on, come sit next to me.
You don't have to stand up."
Yawning slightly and sitting down next to you, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee
says to you, "She had expressed interest in children. Fifteen to be exact."
Grigoloth sits himself down on a heart-shaped ruby bed and makes himself
comfortable.
You blink.
You say, "Fifteen!"
You open your eyes wide with shock.
You say, "That is a lot of babies!"
Nodding agreeably, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Yes, she had
promised her Father fifteen children."
You glance askance.
You say to Grigoloth, "Do you.. do you want fifteen babies? I mean, how many
kids do you want?"
Tilting his head to the side, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I'm
not sure. But you are right, fifteen babies is quite the number, Kiriwe."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee stares quietly ahead.
You have emoted: Kiriwe grabs a pillow and holds it in her lap, fiddling with a
corner seam.
You are exhausted and open your mouth in an enormous yawn.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee calmly strokes your head gently, running his
fingers through your hair and down your cheeks.
You have emoted: Kiriwe's eyes flutter, drifting in and out of consciousness, a
soft, content smile playing across her features.
Softly, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Shhhhhh, you have had a
long day, Kiriwe. Please, rest."
You have emoted: Kiriwe nods her head sleepily at you.
You close your eyes and fall asleep.
You open your eyes and stretch languidly, feeling deliciously well-rested.
A strange bone creature flies in from the east and attacks Grigoloth, cutting
deeply with a sharp fin, then quickly departs.
Grigoloth's eyes close suddenly as he falls asleep.
Grigoloth tumbles off of a heart-shaped ruby bed.
Grigoloth opens his eyes and yawns mightily.
Startled, you ask Grigoloth, "Are.. are you ok?"
You yell, "Mom!"
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "He deserved it!"
You yell, "What? Why!?"
You see Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee yell, "Thank you, Mihewi. I enjoyed being
split open your beautiful and caring.....whatever it was."
You see Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee yell, "It pleased me."
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "Maybe I should dip
into a far more volatile poison the next time!"
Trying to speak calmly, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Of course,
Kiriwe."
You say to Grigoloth, "Look what I just got!"
You wave a golden sunflower dress about energetically.
You snuggle up close to a golden sunflower dress, smiling happily.
The Aetherplex Chamber.
A hunting trophy bearing Kelysa's head is here, a grisly reminder of the power
of a skillful hunter. A hunting trophy bearing Somaria's head is here, a grisly
reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. A hunting trophy bearing Thoros's
head is here, a grisly reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. Trooper
Grigoloth, Ops Trainee is here. He wields an ancestral klangaxe with both hands.
There is an aetherways portal here.
You see exits leading north (open door), south, and out.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "That is pretty."
You nod your head emphatically.
You say, "I'm about to go put it on."
You bounce up and down.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Let me see how it looks when you
are done."
You glance askance.
You say to Grigoloth, "Oh... you don't want to help me put it on?"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "If you require help Kiriwe, I could
aid you in the matter."
You nod your head emphatically.
You say, "The buttons are on the back, so I can't reach them."
You say, "Hangon."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, "Not here, it's so public."
You say, "I have to take my pyjama's off anyway."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I see. Very well."
You portal to Red Orchid Cakes and Pastries Bakery.
Grigoloth follows you ether.
An eerily quiet, teddy bear-stuffed bedroom.
Spacious and covered in satin, a heart-shaped bed the colour of rubies is here.
The floor is warmed by a plush carpet of snow-white fur. A painting of decaying
swamp is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. Two bunny slippers are resting here
as if tossed, seeming in a state of play. A resplendent array of brightly
saturated colours in a jumble is all that is visible of this discarded sari.
You see exits leading east (open door) and out (open door).
You close the reinforced door to the east.
You say, "I'm going to change now, don't look!"
Trooper Grigoloth, Charge of Ixion covers his eyes and turns around.
You remove a pink pyjama shirt with bunny-ear hood.
You remove some pink bunny pyjama pants.
You drop some pink bunny pyjama pants.
You drop a pink pyjama shirt with bunny-ear hood.
You ponder the situation.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Shall I help you now, Kiriwe?"
You nod your head emphatically.
You have emoted: Kiriwe walks over to you, handing the dress to you to help her
step into.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee holds the dress knee high, hands holding open a
hole so you may step into it.
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "I expect you to
keep that door open, young lady!"
You have emoted: Kiriwe places her hands on your wrists as she lifts her pudgy
legs one at a time to step into the dress.
You yell, "Fine!"
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "Don't you make me
remove the thing!"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee slowly pulls the dress up over your belly, gently
resting the fabric on your shoulders.
You see Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee yell, "Hello, Mihewi."
You yell, "It's my room mom! Can't I have any privacy?"
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "There!"
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "You can have
privacy when you're not with a boy!"
You have emoted: Kiriwe turns around, presenting the back of the dress for you
to button.
You yell, "MOM! Put my door back!"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee places his fleshy fingers around the fabric of
the dress, stabbing at the hole with the button.
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "You should have
opened it when I told you to!"
You yell, "I was busy!"
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "WHAT THE BLOODY
NIL WAS KEEPING YOU SO BUSY?!"
You say, "Ugh.. it's like she doesn't trust me."
You yell, "I was showing Grig my new dress!"
Grinning towards you, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "The nerve."
You see Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee yell, "It is a lovely dress, Mihewi."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "That dress had
better cover every single girl bit your fat little brat body has, Kiriwe
y'Kaliath."
You yell, "Of course!"
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "That's a good
girl!"
You see Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee yell, "Yes, it covers everything........"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee finishes with the button, removing his hand to
rest neatly at his side.
You have emoted: Kiriwe twirls in place, letting the skirt float up and about
her waist before she comes to a rest, the petals of the dress fluttering back
down to rest on her thighs.
You ask Grigoloth, "How does it look?"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Beautiful, Kiriwe."
You have emoted: Kiriwe smiles up at you. "I'm glad you like it."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "It is just as pleasent as your
Sari."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Glancing down at her bare legs, you say, "It's so much shorter though... but at
least it doesn't have a big blood stain!"
Glancing down upon your slimy legs, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you,
"It does show more, doesn't it?"
You say, "Mmhm. I'm not sure if I like it... I feel kinda... exposed."
You shrug helplessly.
You say, "It'll do for now, though."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I get my new clothes soon from
Father."
You ask, "Oh?"
You ask Grigoloth, "What new clothes?"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "An ensemble Mother picked out, to
look my best. She wishes for me to look my best."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee shrugs his shoulders slightly.
You nod your head emphatically.
You say to Grigoloth, "I can't wait to see it. I'm sure you'll be ever so
handsome in it!"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Thank you, Kiriwe."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I should put on my armor, I cannot
wear it in Mother's Estate."
Grigoloth slips into a suit of streamlined fullplate.
You blink.
You glance askance.
You say, "I... I still can't believe she kicked me out..."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "She will come around, Kiriwe."
Sighing, you say, "I hope so. I don't like her being angry with me."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "She seems to be stressed lately.
She'll come around."
You yawn suddenly and mightily.
You ponder the situation.
You say, "How, though? She won't even talk to me."
Shruging his shoulders, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Grown up
things I guess. Stuff that grown ups get worried about. You know how they can
be."
You have emoted: Kiriwe walks over to the bed, hopping up and sitting so her
legs hang off the edge, dangling freely.
You say to Grigoloth, "We're getting to be pretty grown up ourselves, now."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "We are getting there, yes."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I think it is going to be fun
though."
Fidgeting with the petals of the skirt of her dress, you ask Grigoloth, "When do
you think we'll be all the way grown up?"
Pondering the thought, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I guess when
there are kids and marriage involved you get grown up."
Slowly, you say to Grigoloth, "How is everything with... with that lady that
Grandmama found for you?"
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I only have visited her estate
once, it would seem."
Innocently, you say to Grigoloth, "Oh? What did you do? Have tea and talk?"
Nodding softly, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Yes, Kiriwe. We had
tea and talked."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee glances around your room, fiddling with his
fingers.
Warming slowly to the subject, you ask Grigoloth, "What did you talk about?"
You have emoted: Kiriwe pats the bed beside her. "Come on, come sit next to me.
You don't have to stand up."
Yawning slightly and sitting down next to you, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee
says to you, "She had expressed interest in children. Fifteen to be exact."
Grigoloth sits himself down on a heart-shaped ruby bed and makes himself
comfortable.
You blink.
You say, "Fifteen!"
You open your eyes wide with shock.
You say, "That is a lot of babies!"
Nodding agreeably, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Yes, she had
promised her Father fifteen children."
You glance askance.
You say to Grigoloth, "Do you.. do you want fifteen babies? I mean, how many
kids do you want?"
Tilting his head to the side, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "I'm
not sure. But you are right, fifteen babies is quite the number, Kiriwe."
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee stares quietly ahead.
You have emoted: Kiriwe grabs a pillow and holds it in her lap, fiddling with a
corner seam.
You are exhausted and open your mouth in an enormous yawn.
Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee calmly strokes your head gently, running his
fingers through your hair and down your cheeks.
You have emoted: Kiriwe's eyes flutter, drifting in and out of consciousness, a
soft, content smile playing across her features.
Softly, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Shhhhhh, you have had a
long day, Kiriwe. Please, rest."
You have emoted: Kiriwe nods her head sleepily at you.
You close your eyes and fall asleep.
You open your eyes and stretch languidly, feeling deliciously well-rested.
A strange bone creature flies in from the east and attacks Grigoloth, cutting
deeply with a sharp fin, then quickly departs.
Grigoloth's eyes close suddenly as he falls asleep.
Grigoloth tumbles off of a heart-shaped ruby bed.
Grigoloth opens his eyes and yawns mightily.
Startled, you ask Grigoloth, "Are.. are you ok?"
You yell, "Mom!"
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "He deserved it!"
You yell, "What? Why!?"
You see Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee yell, "Thank you, Mihewi. I enjoyed being
split open your beautiful and caring.....whatever it was."
You see Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee yell, "It pleased me."
Servant Mihewi y'Kaliath, The Dark Swamp Confectioner yells, "Maybe I should dip
into a far more volatile poison the next time!"
Trying to speak calmly, Trooper Grigoloth, Ops Trainee says to you, "Of course,
Kiriwe."
Kante2009-03-01 04:18:54
Awww, little Grigoloth is so shweeeeeeeet.
Fyler2009-03-01 04:41:20
You guys seem to have a lot of fun. I look forward to finding RP like this.
Unknown2009-03-01 05:04:36
You guys have amazing RP. I wish my family was so awsome in it, but my wife is mostly gone, one of my children is more interested in flirting with me OOC, and of them are generally not-there, and my sister is...generally gone as well.
/pout
/pout
Unknown2009-03-01 05:05:36
I can't fathom why my purchasing of cupcakes for Somaria isn't posted here. That was intricate and involved roleplay at its best, imho.
Unknown2009-03-01 05:19:05
I will note that removing the door was a kind of bad-RP move on Mihewi's part.
Mihewi2009-03-01 05:24:26
QUOTE (Kialkarkea @ Feb 28 2009, 11:19 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
I will note that removing the door was a kind of bad-RP move on Mihewi's part.
It was role-played out from the other side, removing hinges and the like. I can remove interior doors in less than two minutes IRL... but I may just have really flimsy doors.
It is pretty unfortunate that there isn't any indication on the other side when a door's removed though... hm.
Edit: It's also worth noting that the log's condensed. More time passed than it seems.
Somaria2009-03-01 05:35:15
QUOTE (Volroc @ Feb 28 2009, 10:05 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
I can't fathom why my purchasing of cupcakes for Somaria isn't posted here. That was intricate and involved roleplay at its best, imho.
Because I didn't log it and it wasn't completely y'Kaliath centered mostly.
If you have the log though, you can send it to me to post or post it yourself! i don't mind!
Unknown2009-03-01 16:31:18
Well, I was mostly kidding about it being intricate roleplay. I also do not have the log. So, sadly, the world will never know.
Somaria2009-03-01 17:27:01
QUOTE (Volroc @ Mar 1 2009, 09:31 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Well, I was mostly kidding about it being intricate roleplay. I also do not have the log. So, sadly, the world will never know.
Well for you it may have been. Who am I to judge.
Regardless, I enjoyed it!
