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"Well, you saw Gralas, right?...You know what the Dragonlords would do..."
Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery
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"Well, I hope you're right, Vasha...I hope so."
"Okay. You have to promise to stay in character, no matter what happens, no matter what you see, okay?"
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"Okay, then Vasha. Let's go. Oh, and your new name isn't Vasha, at least for now. You'll be Vhazlii Griiash."
*Alyz gets all dressed up in a drop-dead gorgeous dress and outfit, covered in jewels, and even a platinum tiara, leading Vasha to the main palace.*
*The guards bow to the ground as she walks past and she nods to them, holding her head straight and aloof as she and Vasha walk past, striding quickly and purposefully across the lush carpets, quickly enough that Vasha barely catches a glimpse of the unbridled opulence and luxury of the main palace.*
*As they continue, a man's voice calls out:*
"Princess Lhyzra, where are you heading? Anything I can do to help? Who's that?"
"This is Vhazlii Griiash, Hriist. We are going to take the prisoner they captured last week, now that father and his men have given up on him. Perhaps there are some ways to make him talk that only two women can perform...And if we can find that foolish Nymph-bitch, we can rip her to shreds and remove the jewel from her still-beating heart and then feed it to him." Her voice is cold, cruel, evil.
"As always, Crown Princess, your cruelty is surpassed only by your creativity."
"I'm going to choose to take that as a compliment, Hriist. You're lucky. If I hadn't, you would be dead right now."
"I...I won't bother you any more, Crown Princess," he bows and ducks into a side corridor, moving rather quickly away from them.
*Alyz pulls Vasha along just a bit further until they reach a stairway leading down into the dungeons, which is deserted for the moment. She pauses there to catch their breath.*
*Alyz gets all dressed up in a drop-dead gorgeous dress and outfit, covered in jewels, and even a platinum tiara, leading Vasha to the main palace.*
*The guards bow to the ground as she walks past and she nods to them, holding her head straight and aloof as she and Vasha walk past, striding quickly and purposefully across the lush carpets, quickly enough that Vasha barely catches a glimpse of the unbridled opulence and luxury of the main palace.*
*As they continue, a man's voice calls out:*
"Princess Lhyzra, where are you heading? Anything I can do to help? Who's that?"
"This is Vhazlii Griiash, Hriist. We are going to take the prisoner they captured last week, now that father and his men have given up on him. Perhaps there are some ways to make him talk that only two women can perform...And if we can find that foolish Nymph-bitch, we can rip her to shreds and remove the jewel from her still-beating heart and then feed it to him." Her voice is cold, cruel, evil.
"As always, Crown Princess, your cruelty is surpassed only by your creativity."
"I'm going to choose to take that as a compliment, Hriist. You're lucky. If I hadn't, you would be dead right now."
"I...I won't bother you any more, Crown Princess," he bows and ducks into a side corridor, moving rather quickly away from them.
*Alyz pulls Vasha along just a bit further until they reach a stairway leading down into the dungeons, which is deserted for the moment. She pauses there to catch their breath.*
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The man with the probe
Vasha, unsure of how to act, decides to pitty the poor guard, which she does. He'll likely read it as her feeling superior to the lowly man.
She pauses with Aly... Lhyzra. "So, this is where you keep your prisoners," she says, with a bit of contempt in her voice, incase they are overheard.
She pauses with Aly... Lhyzra. "So, this is where you keep your prisoners," she says, with a bit of contempt in her voice, incase they are overheard.
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"Well, it's where Daddy keeps his prisoners anyway," Lhyzra replies offhandedly, "Let's go find our next victim, Vhazlii, before I grow bored and decide to kill him for his uselessness instead of mere torture."
*Lhyzra leads Vasha down into the dank stony depths of the dungeons, the walls completely dusty and dry despite the depth due to the paucity of water on Arris.*
*They traverse several narrow and twisty passageways, with Lhyzra nodding to the guards as they bow deeply to the ground and kiss her feet.*
*Eventually, she grabs one of the guards roughly by the throat.*
"We're taking the prisoner number 13 from Cell Block D. I talked to Daddy about this, so give him to me now. If I think you're taking too long, I will make you suffer in ways that will make you wish you were never born. Do I make myself clear?"
"Err...yes, Princess Lhyzra. At once, your majesty."
"Good. But now I'm waiting..."
*The guard scurries off and returns minutes later dragging an emaciated man with topaz hair and eyes and a blank stare--Zythryd. The guard is huffing and wheezing with exertion.*
"Well, you only made me slightly bored, so I will spare you for now, but I expect you to be at least twice as fast next time or you will rouse my ire. Now get out of my sight!"
*The guard bows and walks away as quickly as he can.*
*Lhyzra nods and walks back through the palace with the prisoner, a sneer on her face, and she manages to avoid anyone else who might be wanting to talk to her for some time, until she reaches the large entry hall, where a stern-looking man in opulent and richly trimmed arcane robes and a large platinum-and-amethyst crown, among various other magical-looking bejeweled items, stands waiting, flanked by a few guards wearing the same armour as the ones that Vasha had seen when she was fleeing invisbly with Louteah*
"Daddy!" Lhyzra calls out affectionately as she runs over into the man's arms, allowing him to give her a big hug, "I'm so glad to see you, I thought you were busy! To what do I owe the honour of your presence?"
"I heard you were coming to take the prisoner that might know something about the Jewel, but I assure you that he doesn't--we were quite thorough. Either way, I wanted to make sure it went smoothly for you and do I need an excuse to see my beautiful little girl?" he gently extends his pointer finger and touches her on the nose, "You're always so busy. By the way, who is she?"
"A vassal from House Griiash skilled in the arts of feminine persuasion, as many of their numbers are. She is of no consequence, and you can have her if you so desire, but I was planning on using her for the questioning."
"You're stubborn, my dear. If you insist on trying again, I'm not going to stop you, so you can keep your vassal. Go in peace, with my love, daughter."
*He turns to leave, as Lhyzra guides Vasha out of the palace and back to her own home, where she manifests a quick power on Zythryd before she finally breathes a sigh of relief and changes outfits.*
"Whew! Well we made it!"
*Lhyzra leads Vasha down into the dank stony depths of the dungeons, the walls completely dusty and dry despite the depth due to the paucity of water on Arris.*
*They traverse several narrow and twisty passageways, with Lhyzra nodding to the guards as they bow deeply to the ground and kiss her feet.*
*Eventually, she grabs one of the guards roughly by the throat.*
"We're taking the prisoner number 13 from Cell Block D. I talked to Daddy about this, so give him to me now. If I think you're taking too long, I will make you suffer in ways that will make you wish you were never born. Do I make myself clear?"
"Err...yes, Princess Lhyzra. At once, your majesty."
"Good. But now I'm waiting..."
*The guard scurries off and returns minutes later dragging an emaciated man with topaz hair and eyes and a blank stare--Zythryd. The guard is huffing and wheezing with exertion.*
"Well, you only made me slightly bored, so I will spare you for now, but I expect you to be at least twice as fast next time or you will rouse my ire. Now get out of my sight!"
*The guard bows and walks away as quickly as he can.*
*Lhyzra nods and walks back through the palace with the prisoner, a sneer on her face, and she manages to avoid anyone else who might be wanting to talk to her for some time, until she reaches the large entry hall, where a stern-looking man in opulent and richly trimmed arcane robes and a large platinum-and-amethyst crown, among various other magical-looking bejeweled items, stands waiting, flanked by a few guards wearing the same armour as the ones that Vasha had seen when she was fleeing invisbly with Louteah*
"Daddy!" Lhyzra calls out affectionately as she runs over into the man's arms, allowing him to give her a big hug, "I'm so glad to see you, I thought you were busy! To what do I owe the honour of your presence?"
"I heard you were coming to take the prisoner that might know something about the Jewel, but I assure you that he doesn't--we were quite thorough. Either way, I wanted to make sure it went smoothly for you and do I need an excuse to see my beautiful little girl?" he gently extends his pointer finger and touches her on the nose, "You're always so busy. By the way, who is she?"
"A vassal from House Griiash skilled in the arts of feminine persuasion, as many of their numbers are. She is of no consequence, and you can have her if you so desire, but I was planning on using her for the questioning."
"You're stubborn, my dear. If you insist on trying again, I'm not going to stop you, so you can keep your vassal. Go in peace, with my love, daughter."
*He turns to leave, as Lhyzra guides Vasha out of the palace and back to her own home, where she manifests a quick power on Zythryd before she finally breathes a sigh of relief and changes outfits.*
"Whew! Well we made it!"
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*Zythryd seems to be unharmed from his time in prison, though his expression is vacant and distant.*
*But when he sees Vasha in her natural form, his face contorts in an expression of anger and hatred, and he rushes up to her, his hands poised like claws as he lunges at Vasha and begins to choke the life out of her.*
*Alyz gasps in shock and reflexively slams Zythryd with a mental shock power that knocks him reeling off of his victim as she rushes up.*
"Vasha, get behind me!"
*But when he sees Vasha in her natural form, his face contorts in an expression of anger and hatred, and he rushes up to her, his hands poised like claws as he lunges at Vasha and begins to choke the life out of her.*
*Alyz gasps in shock and reflexively slams Zythryd with a mental shock power that knocks him reeling off of his victim as she rushes up.*
"Vasha, get behind me!"
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