Of Vile Darkness

Brother Shatterstone said:
* Loviana frowns obviously not happy but she settles back on her rear, her face a mask of confusion, disappointment and sorrow. *

“My beloved Orshallan, I’m not sure why you continue to push me away, we’ve confessed our love to each other, and I’ve confessed far more than is safe for me to do so… All in the hope that you would love me like a man should love a woman, without constraints and only love to guide you… Yet you refuse my one desire at every turn… Why? What could be so wrong with us truly loving each other? Why do you hesitate and reject me? I don’t do such things to you, I love and long for you like I have for no man.”

* Ashamed and hurt Loviana turns her face away, her eyes glistening with tears. *
"Because I am afraid your one desire could prove to be my downfall. I know more than a little of Loviatar's ways, Loviana, and I can guess how you've served her in the past. Love does not need sex to make it complete, trust me, I know this well," Orshallan says, placing a comforting hand on Loviana's shoulder.

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"Questions? Yes, how about some manners to go along with your demands," Edariel says acidly, idly fingering the stem of her wine glass. She reaches into her bodice and extracts an envelope, placing it on the table. "Take that to Wode, little boy. You're going to have to leave the city in two days, and someone else will be cleaning up your messes. Go, the sight of you offends me." She turns her face from Ralam, her entire posture one of haughtiness.
 

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Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)

* Loviana hand moves upward and squeezes Orshallan’s kind hand once before she firmly pushes off of her body. Her tone and her anger bites in rejection. *

“Is that why Lydia chose to remain dead? Because you’re two’s love was so complete?”

* Her face hidden from Orshallan, Loviana looks ashamed at her own comments but she makes no attempt to apologize as she continues. *

“Orshallan, I have severed her in that way, I’ve proudly been called Loviatar’s Whore, but all I can do is be honest with you, I can’t change what I have done nor would I. What you consider love is not what I want… To be honest it’s not natural.”
 
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Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"Questions? Yes, how about some manners to go along with your demands," Edariel says acidly, idly fingering the stem of her wine glass. She reaches into her bodice and extracts an envelope, placing it on the table. "Take that to Wode, little boy. You're going to have to leave the city in two days, and someone else will be cleaning up your messes. Go, the sight of you offends me." She turns her face from Ralam, her entire posture one of haughtiness.

*Ralam's eybrow arches at Edariel's outburst. I wonder if anyone would pay to see you dead bitch? Standing, Ralam places his goblet next to the envelope and picks it up. He then "accidentally" knocks the goblet onto Edariel.*

"Hm, it seems that you are correct my lady."

*He then walks out of the room and leaves the tavern. After casting Misdirection on himself, Ralam will wind his way back home. Upon his arrival he will retire to the office with a glass of wine and examine the contents of the envelope.*
 

Brother Shatterstone said:
* Loviana hand moves upward and squeezes Orshallan’s kind hand once before she firmly pushes off of her body. Her tone and her anger bites in rejection. *

“Is that why Lydia chose to remain dead? Because you’re two’s love was so complete?”

* Her face hidden from Orshallan, Loviana looks ashamed at her own comments but she makes no attempt to apologize as she continues. *

“Orshallan, I have severed her in that way, I’ve proudly been called Loviatar’s Whore, but all I can do is be honest with you, I can’t change what I have done nor would I. What you consider love is not what I want… To be honest it’s not natural.”
*Orshallan looks striken at Lydia's name, and a flash of pain crosses his face.*

"Our love was beautiful, but once one has seen the beauty of heaven, it is hard to return, even for love. I do not begrude her her choice.

"I believe you when you say you wouldn't change what you've done, and I believe you say this because you've never known any other way to do things, so to you they seem right and proper. And I do not want to consider "natural" love at this moment, because between us love is practically... unnatural, for two such as we."

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linnorm said:
*Ralam's eybrow arches at Edariel's outburst. I wonder if anyone would pay to see you dead bitch? Standing, Ralam places his goblet next to the envelope and picks it up. He then "accidentally" knocks the goblet onto Edariel.*

"Hm, it seems that you are correct my lady."

*He then walks out of the room and leaves the tavern. After casting Misdirection on himself, Ralam will wind his way back home. Upon his arrival he will retire to the office with a glass of wine and examine the contents of the envelope.*
*As Ralam knocks over the goblet, the butler springs forward to grab it, so it doesn't slosh as much as Darkhand would have desired. She doesn't deign to answer, only giving him a cold stare as he leaves the room.*

*In the comfort of his home, Ralam opens up the envelope, seeing something written on the inner flap, reading closer he discovers it reads, "I told you to take this to Wode, not read it yourself!"*

*Ralam sees a shimmering, amber light, and hears a loud noise, and then a puff of dun-colored smoke. Examining the document further reveals it to be an incomprehensible scribble of jumbled words, apparently in some kind of code. Ralam would also remember that Wode has requested his presence tomorrow...*

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*Aekir, Gwyn, Torr, and Ralam if he decides to go, arrive at the Hydra's glass after two days have passed, and are directed to a private back room where a pacing Wode and a colorfully-dressed gnome away. Aekir recognizese Cedric Jugglemaster immediately.*

"You will be magically teleported across the country to aid an important client of the Butterfly. There are numerous powerful heroes, seven in all, hired personally by the head priest of Heironeous, that have been dispatched to put a stop to her activities, and the Butterfly doesn't want that at all. You will be fighting them alongside her own minions, as well as some of our own, notably the Ghost and Ssessarina Serpant-Heart. Will you accept this job? The risks are substantial, but so are the rewards," it says quickly, obviously somewhat agitated. Aekir, you note a bundle on the floor that looks like it is your agreed-upon weapon.
 

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)

* Loviana turns just in time to see the hurt expression on Orshallan. Looking apologetic Loviana moves back to his side, her own expression turning to deep hurt as she listens to his words. *

“Nor do I, I saw something similar… When I slept, and after you sacrificed so much for me, I had doubts at what I saw but one of the older priests had no doubts and lifted many of mine. I simply saw, I never touched it, and I felt its pull, I can only imagine how Lydia felt, her leaving such a wonderful and carrying man behind is simply further proof to me.”

* Loviana tries to hide the touch of jealousy she feels for Orshallan’s dead love behind a carrying and worried smile. *

“My dear? Did you two love physically? Ever? I know it’s none of my business but my heart feels the need to know… Was that love unnatural also? I don’t see our love to be unnatural, I know if you ask any of the Sunites they will say that our love is more natural, more special, than most as it knows now bindings, not even our vastly different faiths keep us from loving each other.”

“I’m not trying to change your mind, I know your faith to strong for that, I am saddened that you fell that are love is so unnatural that you do not trust me, and for that reason alone I wish the things in my past where different, but if you truly love me than those things should not matter in the end.”

* Her words spoken, her cheeks still wet and her green eyes still misty, Loviana finish gather her few belongings. With an expression of tragic sorrow she glances back over her shoulder, making a small gesture that causes the illusion of her true self to dissolve into the falsehood that is Lydia. *

“I’ve taken enough of your time tonight my beloved, I shall sleep in my own chamber tonight, though I have little doubt that it will be more cell than chamber tonight.” Giving a fragile smile, “I see at the morning services, my High Righteousness.”

* Without another word she quietly exists the personal chamber of Orshallan and makes her way to her own, where she cries till she’s exhausted and sleep takes her. *
 

*Ralam nods to Torr when he enters and appraises the others.*
"My contact indicated that the business Lord Torr and I have here will be handled by someone else. Is this accurate? I would hate to have our project left untouched in our absence." Assuming Wode confirms Edariel's information: "I would be delighted to go. Where, exactly, will we be going?"
 

Aekir Ranger 1/Fighter 4/Soul Eater 6

*Aekir looks from person to person in the room. He is unsubtle about the fact he is sizing everyone up.*

To make this a little easier: Aekir is shorter than average, about 5’8”, he is powerfully built with heavy muscles and a broad frame. His head is uncovered, but from the neck down he is wearing unfashionable dark sturdy workman’s clothing. His face is lightly tanned and when his eyes, completely black and dull, look you over there is a slight chill that comes with it. He is wearing a breastplate that doesn’t seem to reflect the light correctly and his hands stay close to the war hammer at his side.

*Finally he turns back to Wode.*

“How long do we have to prepare?”
 

Gwyn ap Fomor, Half-Fiend Mortal Hunter

"I take it this is the Phoenix Knight's band we are to deal with? If we outnumber them as much as you say, it shouldn't prove too difficult, but I presume you intend to offer me considerable compensation for tackling the realm's most renowned demon hunter?"
 

*Torr answers the summons and immediately begins to size up and pass preliminary judgements over the others in the back room. He acknowledges Ralam and remains close enough to hear Wode's reply regarding their 'other' business.*


(ooc - Torr stands just over 6' tall and is well-muscled. His hair is jet black, coming just to the shoulders. He is dressed in a manner befitting a minor noble or wealthy merchant - fashionable non-court attire. Several rings adorn his hands and he wears a heavy gold chain about his neck, the only item that looks somewhat out of place. His demeanor is that of a powerful predator, casually studying his surroundings.)
 

*Orshallan watches Loviana leave with a haunted expression on his face, but does not prevent her from leaving.*

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"You job will be simple, you need to find these heroes when the appear at the Baroness' manor, and when she gives the signal, kill them. Very straightforward, I know you'll be disappointed Darkhand. And yes, I'll tend to your problem while you're away," Wode says tersely. "Your compensation will be sustantial, on the order of ten thousand gold per head. You don't have much time to prepare, hours if that."

*Bending down, Wode picks up the wrapped bundle and hands it to Aekir. Unwrapping it he finds a smooth black mace with a smooth back head, very subtly carved with suggestions of ghostly faces.*

"As per your prior request for payment."
 

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