sarruth's request(game thread)

[cog_and_taz]

The priest is silent as he takes the gold and nods, leading the man with him. The rest of the clergy tries extremely hard not to faint when they hear swearing.

 

[Ink]

He is slim and taller than tall. His morbid suit a deadened black bordering on grey, though his fine shirt is the white of a priest. His jaw set with firmness, a permanent frown of hardness to match his thin brows. His hat four sided, sharp and bent, so the front corner bends low, confining his glowing red eyes. His hair is black matted ear length, below the brim, all muddled just above his scowl. His name is Ruub, and he is Es’ teacher.
He is here to educate her and this session will be the conclusion; the teacher can see it in his student’s grey eyes. She is beyond him now, but not above this final lesson.

“My last gift”
and the teacher holds out, in his leather glove, a simple black bound book.

 

[Ink]

The door opens, as if pushed by a draft. The room inside is comfortably barren. Mem too tall for the frame bends, as if bowing to Irthos and Iejir both, her lamp pulling her fine silhouette across the room upon entering.
Irthos alone notes a change in her, slight, subtle but palatable. Perhaps, he sees the ivory of her cheeks or a shift in her cool gaze. There is an appetite in the poised giantess’ stare, an unrefined need he knew her not to have. Nevertheless, Mem is ever-graceful, as a lady should be, and takes the seat so kindly offered her. She wishes to speak her mind but knows too well her place.

 

[Ink]

“Where is the lesson if you give me the toy? Do I not need to take it? Or do you also tire of my Mother’s games?

“This is no game, Es. It never has been, and if you thought as much, I have failed you as a mentor. My lessons are over. I have more to teach you, buy you have nothing left to learn of me."

“Then why the little toy?” She is relaxed and more attractive than any human ought be.

“It is no toy. It is a gift. My time grows short. Take it, for it is no gift if you do not accept.”

There is nothing as beautiful as innocence, yet this word cannot express the appealing misery or simple femininity in her frown.

“I am sorry. I cannot read it. I don’t know how.”

But the words lie cold on the street, hushed and black so like the tiny book at her feet.

 

[Lord_Gareth]

The elf arrives at the Citadel, signifigantly calmer than before. Opening the door, she steps into the massive building. Immediately, she lets Snuggles out of her backpack, and the intellect devourer scampers off to find some prisoners on Death Row.

Endeca makes a beeline towards Irthos's normal haunts around the Citadel, praying that he's exactly as predictable as she thinks. As she walks, she calls out his name in her loud, shouting voice, the kind that can float through walls to grate on one's ears.

 

[tiluvias99]

Hearing Endeca's voice, Irthos stops, halting mid throw. He sets the dice down on the table, then stands, pushing the chair back. Iejir raises a quizical eyebrow.
Irthos turns to Mem, and then bows. "Forgove me, Lady Mem," he says."It appears there are matters that have urgent need of my attention."
After that, Irthos and Iejir clasp hands, with many a silent word pasing between them. Irthos walks to the door, bows again to Mem, and then walks out.[sblock=OOC: Ink]Hey Ink- what would be a good title that Irthos could use for Mem? As Mem calls him "Lord", Irthos would respond in kind- but what would he call her? Is Lady correct, or should he use something different?[/sblock]------------------------

As Irthos walks through the door, his form fades, and he becomes nearly invisible in the shadows. His steps cease in their noise, and he glides along the dark hallway like those under his command. Servants walk through the halls, yet none see him, and he glides past them, toward the sound of the calling voice. Endeca... may you hold your wrath until another day. Es will know joy someday soon.

The shadows whisper to him as he walks, and he feels their hunger again. They whisper Endeca's name, and he recalls them forcefully, reprimanding them through the link.

When he arrives, he studies her for a moment from the dark, watching her, reading her expressions. So. He then, recalling the disrespect some feel after being watched unknowingly, steps out into the light, his boots now making the slightest taps as he walks on the cold stone.[sblock=OOC]Irthos uses his Shadow Blend ability, granting total concealment, and Moves Silently, taking 10, for a DC of 44 to hear him.[/sblock]
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Once Irthos leaves, Iejir divides Irthos's plate of food into two halves, then takes one and offers the other to Mem. After, he slides the dice along the table toward her, saying with a smile, "Your roll."

 

[tiluvias99]

[sblock=OOC]Iejir has been updated for access to Complete Arcane. Perhaps a few more changes later, but nothing major. Only major thing changed is that he is now Sorc 5/BM 1MotAO 4 as opposed to Sorc 6/BM 2/MotAO 2[/sblock]

 

[Lord_Gareth]

The young mage jumps upon hearing Irthos's steps, leaping a good foot in the air from sheer surprise. She turns about, the shock on her face clearly evident.

"Every time! You do that every time! I need to start reading minds when I go to find you, so you don't do that anymore! By the Laughing Rogue..."

She calms down and gets serious. With a small wiggle of her nose, her hat shrinks her to Irthos's size. Endeca often does this; she feels it is a measure of respect to look someone right in the eye when you speak to them.

"You probably know already, either from your Shadows or from Mem, about our little 'incident' earlier today. This is, in part, what I wanted to speak to you about. I'm not asking you to betray Mem, nor am I asking you to side with me. All I want is for you to not interfere. This is between Mem, Es, and myself, and I'd like it to stay that way."

She sighs.

"It must be so easy, not having to choose sides. I envy you, Irthos. All you need to worry about are those little specks of damnation. *I* have to worry about all kinds of things. It's wearying, taking responsibility. Oh well, I didn't call for you to complain. I need you to help me with something. On my way here, I encountered a mad old man. When I escorted him to the temple of Pelor, they told me that cases like his had been becoming frequent lately. Can you see what your 'friends' can dig up on this? I'm afraid I've no talent with mind magic. Well, except shattering minds, but these poor people are insane already."

[sblock=OOC]I would like to point out that 'Endeca' and 'Responsible' are only mentioned in the same scentence when they have the word 'Isn't' between them. Her claiming to be responsible may shock and/or apall lawful people[/sblock]

 

[tiluvias99]

Irthos's orange eyes glow bright as Endeca speaks. His face remains stony, and he is silent for a while after she speaks, contemplating his answer. Right before Endeca is overcome by impatience, he breaks the oppressive silence.
"Endeca. There is much you have yet to learn about the one we call Es. I know far more of her than you, and I now know that I know more of her than even Mem herself does. The situation is far from what it seems- and there is likely even more to her than one as I could know. I know you are not one to wait, but I ask you to do so now, perhaps even after we have completed this mission for the priest Brightstar. Contain your wrath, for a time. All will be made clear eventually, and I would beg that you hold judgement until that hour comes."
Irthos pauses, taking a long, slow breath. The sjach grow louder in his ear, whispering, whispering, ever whispering, ever hungering. Endeca.
"Should you choose to ignore my advice, and attempt to strike the Lady Mem down before that time, know that you will recieve my wrath as well as her own, just as she would should she make such an attempt on you. Hold yourself, fair elf, for I will not allow such things to pass while I call you my friends and companions."

Before Endeca can reply to this, Irthos continues. "If I can, I will investigate this old man's condition, as you have requested of me. It is possible that our meeting with Brightstar may conflict with this favor, and then my duties may prevent me from continuing in it. I will do what I can, though- but it is likely that we will need Mem's help to answer this question."

And with that, Irthos walks back into the shadows, where his form fades to nothing and his footsteps cease upon the floor.

 

[Ink]

[sblock=OOC] Coooool and we're back! Nice writing everyone. Nice to have an rp/writing group!
Tiluvias: Lady Mem sounds to be perfect.[/sblock]