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<blockquote data-quote="JollyDoc" data-source="post: 3861665" data-attributes="member: 9546"><p>Porphyry House was a rose blooming in a graveyard, though its physical beauty bore an undeniably sinister taint. When the Legionnaires entered the sumptuous parlor, they were greeted by a scantily clad beauty that instantly caught the attention of every male in the room. </p><p>“May I be of service?” she purred.</p><p>“I’m certain you could,” Mandi smirked, elbowing aside her hormonally challenged comrades, “but not in the way you might think. We wish to speak with Tyralandi.”</p><p>The concubine raised one eyebrow prettily. “Do you have an appointment?”</p><p>“No,” Mandi sighed, “but we have information that she would be very interested in.”</p><p>“I see,” the woman said absently, glancing down at a register on the podium in front of her. “I’m sure if you leaver your names and the nature of your business, I can pass along the message to the Madame and she will be in touch.”</p><p>Mandi’s eyes flashed, and when she leaned her elbow on the podium and whispered, the air of menace could not be missed. “Listen, wench. You just run along and fetch your mistress. I’ve asked you once nicely. Tell her we are friends of Harliss Javell. If you don’t, you will soon get to see how you enjoy life in the form of a dog when I turn you out into the streets with all of the randy mongrels there. You’ll get to find out the true meaning of the word ‘bitch!’”</p><p>The girl’s eyes went round, and all the color drained from her cheeks. Stammering incoherently, she quickly exited the parlor. When she returned a few moments later, she bowed low and bade the company to follow her to Tyralandi.</p><p></p><p>The mistress of Porphyry House was simply stunning. Even Mandi found her breath momentarily taken away at the woman’s beauty. The term ‘woman,’ however was a stretch, for Tyralandi was anything but human. To be sure, her body was that of a perfect humanoid female, and her style of dress left little to the imagination, but the leathery wings which sprouted from her shoulders, the small horns that peaked from beneath her raven hair, and the petite fangs that barely dimpled the skin of her full bottom lip marked her as something else entirely. Then there were the elaborate tattoos that twisted and coiled on every visible surface of her skin, so intricate in their details that they made Octurus’ own look like cave drawings in comparison. The madam was draped languidly across a chaise, but her eyes were keenly alert and she took in every detail of her visitors at a glance.</p><p>“I am told that you think yourselves worthy of my time,” she said in a husky voice. </p><p>Mandi stepped forward, extending the note they had found among Harliss’ effects. </p><p>“We’re searching for this woman,” the sorceress said without preamble. “She first made the acquaintance of some of my colleagues in a place called Kraken’s Cove, where they rescued her from her own crew who had been transformed into savage creatures by an item created by the cult of Demogorgon. We know she was in Scuttlecove recently, for one of my team received a dream-message from her. She is here to exact her revenge from the Kraken Society, whom she believes orchestrated the attack on her crew.”</p><p>Tyralandi glanced at the note and then her piercing gaze met Mandi’s.</p><p>“You are either very trusting, or very foolish to reveal so much to someone you’ve just met, especially in Scuttlecove. Such bravado could get you killed in a variety of different ways.” She unfolded herself from her lounge chair and began pacing casually around the group, examining them from all angles.</p><p>“However, since you have been so forthcoming with me, I shall return the favor…to an extent. The woman you seek did come to me several days ago with a request for a Dream spell. We use this dweomer often to grant certain…unusual…requests by our paying customers. Her money was good and I must admit I have a certain soft spot in my heart for female swashbucklers. I don’t know what message was sent, nor to whom, but I do know where your friend is now.” A cold smile lifted the corners of her inviting mouth slightly. The silence stretched out for several long moments.</p><p>“Well?” Mandi asked at length. “Are you going to tell us, or do we have to guess?”</p><p>Tyralandi’s eyes became heavy and lidded as she looked coolly askance at the elf.</p><p>“Most people who come here pay hundreds in gold just to come into my presence,” she replied. “For those who actually seek something from me, the price is much higher.”</p><p>“I see,” Mandi said, her voice dropping several degrees. “And what would your price be for such information?”</p><p>Tyralandi stretched lazily, a motion that caused several pulses in the room to quicken. </p><p>“As I said, I have a certain fondness for Harliss Javell, and so the price I name should be one that you can meet with little hardship.” She paused, and her amber eyes leveled directly at Marius. She crooked one finger at the gnome and grinned coyly.</p><p>“A lock of your hair is all that I ask.”</p><p>“Forget it!” Mandi snapped. “I’m no fool, and no novice at the arcane arts. I know full well what you can do with such a ‘gift.’”</p><p>Tyralandi shrugged. “I assure you, I mean your handsome little friend no harm. It is merely a token for my collection…a sign of good faith.”</p><p>“Marius, don’t!” Mandi commanded. “You know as well as I the many ways she could bind you to her.”</p><p>Marius bowed his head, silent for a moment. Abruptly, he raised his eyes again to Tyralandi and nodded. “I agree to your price,” he said. </p><p></p><p>Tyralandi slunk cat-like towards the warmage, letting one of her hands casually caress his face as she moved around him. She wove her fingers into his fiery red hair and then leaned down so that her lips softly brushed his ear.</p><p>“I smell death upon you,” she whispered so that only he could hear. “I know that you are marked. Should your soul pass beyond this world as it is, it shall not be as a petitioner. No, you are meant for special things. You have drawn unwanted attention to yourself in your short, violent life, and the cost to you in the hereafter will be eternal. You have no patron to claim you from those who would profit from a soul such as yours. No one to protect you, and now you have the ire of the Prince of Demons as well. I will take what you have offered, and I shall offer you a gift in return. My Prince is powerful as well. He could use the services of one such as you, and in turn, He would guarantee your safe passage in the beyond. Think on my words long, mage.” She then plucked several hairs from his head and returned to her seat.</p><p>“Now,” she said, waving impatiently, “be gone. I am weary and I have many other patrons who await my attention. Harliss Javell is currently a guest of the Sisters of Lamentation at the Birdcage. No doubt she was taken there by enemies eager to learn something from her. If you plan on going there, I would be careful if I were you. The Sisters have particularly enthralling singing voices.”</p><p>With that the Legionnaires were escorted from Porphyry house back outside into the harsh sunlight that did nothing to brighten the slums around them.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="JollyDoc, post: 3861665, member: 9546"] Porphyry House was a rose blooming in a graveyard, though its physical beauty bore an undeniably sinister taint. When the Legionnaires entered the sumptuous parlor, they were greeted by a scantily clad beauty that instantly caught the attention of every male in the room. “May I be of service?” she purred. “I’m certain you could,” Mandi smirked, elbowing aside her hormonally challenged comrades, “but not in the way you might think. We wish to speak with Tyralandi.” The concubine raised one eyebrow prettily. “Do you have an appointment?” “No,” Mandi sighed, “but we have information that she would be very interested in.” “I see,” the woman said absently, glancing down at a register on the podium in front of her. “I’m sure if you leaver your names and the nature of your business, I can pass along the message to the Madame and she will be in touch.” Mandi’s eyes flashed, and when she leaned her elbow on the podium and whispered, the air of menace could not be missed. “Listen, wench. You just run along and fetch your mistress. I’ve asked you once nicely. Tell her we are friends of Harliss Javell. If you don’t, you will soon get to see how you enjoy life in the form of a dog when I turn you out into the streets with all of the randy mongrels there. You’ll get to find out the true meaning of the word ‘bitch!’” The girl’s eyes went round, and all the color drained from her cheeks. Stammering incoherently, she quickly exited the parlor. When she returned a few moments later, she bowed low and bade the company to follow her to Tyralandi. The mistress of Porphyry House was simply stunning. Even Mandi found her breath momentarily taken away at the woman’s beauty. The term ‘woman,’ however was a stretch, for Tyralandi was anything but human. To be sure, her body was that of a perfect humanoid female, and her style of dress left little to the imagination, but the leathery wings which sprouted from her shoulders, the small horns that peaked from beneath her raven hair, and the petite fangs that barely dimpled the skin of her full bottom lip marked her as something else entirely. Then there were the elaborate tattoos that twisted and coiled on every visible surface of her skin, so intricate in their details that they made Octurus’ own look like cave drawings in comparison. The madam was draped languidly across a chaise, but her eyes were keenly alert and she took in every detail of her visitors at a glance. “I am told that you think yourselves worthy of my time,” she said in a husky voice. Mandi stepped forward, extending the note they had found among Harliss’ effects. “We’re searching for this woman,” the sorceress said without preamble. “She first made the acquaintance of some of my colleagues in a place called Kraken’s Cove, where they rescued her from her own crew who had been transformed into savage creatures by an item created by the cult of Demogorgon. We know she was in Scuttlecove recently, for one of my team received a dream-message from her. She is here to exact her revenge from the Kraken Society, whom she believes orchestrated the attack on her crew.” Tyralandi glanced at the note and then her piercing gaze met Mandi’s. “You are either very trusting, or very foolish to reveal so much to someone you’ve just met, especially in Scuttlecove. Such bravado could get you killed in a variety of different ways.” She unfolded herself from her lounge chair and began pacing casually around the group, examining them from all angles. “However, since you have been so forthcoming with me, I shall return the favor…to an extent. The woman you seek did come to me several days ago with a request for a Dream spell. We use this dweomer often to grant certain…unusual…requests by our paying customers. Her money was good and I must admit I have a certain soft spot in my heart for female swashbucklers. I don’t know what message was sent, nor to whom, but I do know where your friend is now.” A cold smile lifted the corners of her inviting mouth slightly. The silence stretched out for several long moments. “Well?” Mandi asked at length. “Are you going to tell us, or do we have to guess?” Tyralandi’s eyes became heavy and lidded as she looked coolly askance at the elf. “Most people who come here pay hundreds in gold just to come into my presence,” she replied. “For those who actually seek something from me, the price is much higher.” “I see,” Mandi said, her voice dropping several degrees. “And what would your price be for such information?” Tyralandi stretched lazily, a motion that caused several pulses in the room to quicken. “As I said, I have a certain fondness for Harliss Javell, and so the price I name should be one that you can meet with little hardship.” She paused, and her amber eyes leveled directly at Marius. She crooked one finger at the gnome and grinned coyly. “A lock of your hair is all that I ask.” “Forget it!” Mandi snapped. “I’m no fool, and no novice at the arcane arts. I know full well what you can do with such a ‘gift.’” Tyralandi shrugged. “I assure you, I mean your handsome little friend no harm. It is merely a token for my collection…a sign of good faith.” “Marius, don’t!” Mandi commanded. “You know as well as I the many ways she could bind you to her.” Marius bowed his head, silent for a moment. Abruptly, he raised his eyes again to Tyralandi and nodded. “I agree to your price,” he said. Tyralandi slunk cat-like towards the warmage, letting one of her hands casually caress his face as she moved around him. She wove her fingers into his fiery red hair and then leaned down so that her lips softly brushed his ear. “I smell death upon you,” she whispered so that only he could hear. “I know that you are marked. Should your soul pass beyond this world as it is, it shall not be as a petitioner. No, you are meant for special things. You have drawn unwanted attention to yourself in your short, violent life, and the cost to you in the hereafter will be eternal. You have no patron to claim you from those who would profit from a soul such as yours. No one to protect you, and now you have the ire of the Prince of Demons as well. I will take what you have offered, and I shall offer you a gift in return. My Prince is powerful as well. He could use the services of one such as you, and in turn, He would guarantee your safe passage in the beyond. Think on my words long, mage.” She then plucked several hairs from his head and returned to her seat. “Now,” she said, waving impatiently, “be gone. I am weary and I have many other patrons who await my attention. Harliss Javell is currently a guest of the Sisters of Lamentation at the Birdcage. No doubt she was taken there by enemies eager to learn something from her. If you plan on going there, I would be careful if I were you. The Sisters have particularly enthralling singing voices.” With that the Legionnaires were escorted from Porphyry house back outside into the harsh sunlight that did nothing to brighten the slums around them. [/QUOTE]
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