Vylrath didn't have time for D'Angelo's dramatic behavior. Sighing, he regretted his next action, but it had to be done. Using blunt force, he pushed Nimue on top of D'Angelo. From the human's reaction, he was sure that he wouldn't let harm come to her.
“I don't care how graphic you get, but keep the damn man busy!” Vylrath growled, losing patience. It felt impossible giving instructions to such odd creatures. He didn't know what a nymph was, but apparently she was only good for seduction. “Use your talents. He's just a human after all...can't you handle seducing a human?!” Vylrath yelled at her, only attempting to break a nerve in her. Even women had pride.
If Nimue could keep seducing D'Angelo, then all he had to worry about was shackling the Siren. It wouldn't be tough, considering he just needed to place chain around her wrists and ankles. There were plenty of those things in the dungeon. The Siren appeared too stricken, or shaken up to respond. That was what he wanted, while he gathered the materials he needed.
In some of the shadier parts of the dungeon, he found the necessary tools for tying her up. He had plans for her, but they wouldn't include a pleasant death. There had been plenty of abandoned chain against the walls, which he had simply yanked out with his strength.
Nearing the Siren, he could sense her fear. “Come here, pretty thing...” In his younger days, he would have taken advantage of her, but now he had a sense of pride with who he bed with. Dragging her body along the floor, he quickly tied her feet together with a length of the chain he had gathered.
In his own perverted mind, he enjoyed her struggle, but he enjoyed the show behind him even more. Nimue was doing her best to distract D'Angelo, at least long enough for him to complete his job. Tying the Siren up by her wrists, he made sure that it looped around her wrists several times before securing.
Fearing that she might sing for the last time, he covered her head in a leather hood. Vylrath was taking every precaution with her- he didn't exactly want to fight her again. He would be shocked if she could struggle out of this one.
Looking back toward Nimue, he decided to give her a friendly warning. “I'd suggest turning away and paying attention to him, so you don't have to see what I'm about to do.” His voice sounded like something hard grating against stone- it wasn't at all pleasant to a woman's ears.
Taking his sword back, he pushed the blade toward her stomach and twisted the blade. He didn't have to injure her, but he didn't want a chance of her escaping under water either. Forcing the blade from her wound, he watched the front side of her discolor with a crimson pool.
“I hate to make a sweet thing like you do this, but I may need your assistance, in carrying her body to the lake. You can bring your friend...I just need to keep my senses until I return to the castle.” Vylrath could feel the pull of the blade darkening his mind. If Nimue wasn't present, he wasn't sure he could follow through on disposing of the Siren.
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Building Anew
Re: Building Anew
by Vylrath on Sat Apr 07, 2012 3:40 am
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Re: Building Anew
by Herald_of_Fate on Sun Apr 08, 2012 4:06 pm
Slyail raised a brow at Vylrath's words and subsequent transformation. It struck him that it seemed along the same chord as necromancy, as if the sword itself were somehow feeding on the Vuri's life force. That Vylrath seemed to know that this fate would be dealt to him in gripping the weapon gave him pause, the explanation making some sense. He was still wary however in following the Vuri, the fog dissipating before them. He offered no words to D'Angelo, though the man seemed particularly affected by the honey-sweet phermones that wafted through the corridors. Only the tug of Alleste on the far reaches of his consciousness kept him from being consumed. The Merrow King only nodded at Nimue, her beauty a distraction where focus was needed.
Her fear was palpable at the Vuri's rough treatment and Slyail found himself disturbed that Vylrath was taking his time with this. His own concentration was hanging by threads, slowly unweaving at this great proximity. Finally, even the WAter Mage had a breaking point.
"Kill her and be done with it or I will!!!"
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Helena wasn't as fearful as her captors believed or as stupored as she had been. The change in Vylrath had made him less desirable but she still hungered for the tainted soul beneath the blade's influence. His blade in her gut caused her little concern...they truly didn't know who they were dealing with. She feared the Water Mage more than the Vuri, whom she'd found the courage to laugh at beneath the hood. Such a measure, even with a weapon as powerful as the Chaos Blade, could not kill her, though it certainly would cause some discomfort.
She had believed the Seelie would be willing to at least attempt diplomacy, but it seemed that they had the same belief in swift, authoritarian justice as their Unseelie counterparts. Sooner or later, they'd figure out her weakness, her achilles heel. Silently she wished the Merrow gone, knowing that it was unlikely. His water magick was anathema to her, as dangerous as sitting in a room with a leaking nuclear reactor. As it was, it was hard to breathe with him so near, drawing on the moisture in the air that served as Helena's bread and butter. If she were left here alone, she might very well be able to escape. But as it was, she was at their mercy...which likely wasn't going to last much longer.
Her fear was palpable at the Vuri's rough treatment and Slyail found himself disturbed that Vylrath was taking his time with this. His own concentration was hanging by threads, slowly unweaving at this great proximity. Finally, even the WAter Mage had a breaking point.
"Kill her and be done with it or I will!!!"
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Helena wasn't as fearful as her captors believed or as stupored as she had been. The change in Vylrath had made him less desirable but she still hungered for the tainted soul beneath the blade's influence. His blade in her gut caused her little concern...they truly didn't know who they were dealing with. She feared the Water Mage more than the Vuri, whom she'd found the courage to laugh at beneath the hood. Such a measure, even with a weapon as powerful as the Chaos Blade, could not kill her, though it certainly would cause some discomfort.
She had believed the Seelie would be willing to at least attempt diplomacy, but it seemed that they had the same belief in swift, authoritarian justice as their Unseelie counterparts. Sooner or later, they'd figure out her weakness, her achilles heel. Silently she wished the Merrow gone, knowing that it was unlikely. His water magick was anathema to her, as dangerous as sitting in a room with a leaking nuclear reactor. As it was, it was hard to breathe with him so near, drawing on the moisture in the air that served as Helena's bread and butter. If she were left here alone, she might very well be able to escape. But as it was, she was at their mercy...which likely wasn't going to last much longer.
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Re: Building Anew
by Vylrath on Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:45 am
The sword was feeding off of Vylrath, but it was a poisoned exchange for the soul of the Vuri .Since it had been literally created for him by a deity, he had more authority over its power. The Siren would feel pain of an average blade, but something more would linger in her- it wouldn't be a quick death. If Vylrath decided to keep her there, she would bleed unless healed.
Sighing, he looked toward Slyail who interrupted his thoughts. Nimue didn't even have a chance to grasp what was happening, but she was busy with D'Angelo. Slyail seemed to have some twisted fascination with the Siren. Maybe it was because they were both related to the water. Vylrath would never understand his demeanor, but he did have to cooperate with the man if he wanted anything accomplished.
Vylrath decided to make Slyail choose her fate.
The Vuri had always been one for surprises and they weren't always for the good of his company. Slyail would find that out quick, especially when he was tested. Since he was so fond of the woman, he would decide her path.
“She threatens my daughter and you are worried for her comfort?” Pausing, he looked at Slyail with an honest curiosity.
“Since you are so drawn to her, you may carry out her sentence.” Vylrath said, deciding to explain himself. “If you decide to let her live, you will remove her tongue. I won't have my daughter's life risked for someone's weak stomach. Maybe you can teach her your magic.” Shrugging, he finished his offer. “If you do not let her live, I will make sure that you kill her here and now.” Looking toward Nimue and D'Angelo, he shook his head at the scene.
He was getting too old for this.
"She is not yet gone...if you have her for a student, she can still be healed." Vylrath pointed the end of the blade at Slyail and only spoke of a warning. "But if you betray my daughter, this blade will go into your gut instead." He moved away from the Siren to see what option Slyail would choose. It would be interesting to see what made up someone like Slyail.
Vylrath could be fair, but it usually went with his demented sense of enjoyment.
Sighing, he looked toward Slyail who interrupted his thoughts. Nimue didn't even have a chance to grasp what was happening, but she was busy with D'Angelo. Slyail seemed to have some twisted fascination with the Siren. Maybe it was because they were both related to the water. Vylrath would never understand his demeanor, but he did have to cooperate with the man if he wanted anything accomplished.
Vylrath decided to make Slyail choose her fate.
The Vuri had always been one for surprises and they weren't always for the good of his company. Slyail would find that out quick, especially when he was tested. Since he was so fond of the woman, he would decide her path.
“She threatens my daughter and you are worried for her comfort?” Pausing, he looked at Slyail with an honest curiosity.
“Since you are so drawn to her, you may carry out her sentence.” Vylrath said, deciding to explain himself. “If you decide to let her live, you will remove her tongue. I won't have my daughter's life risked for someone's weak stomach. Maybe you can teach her your magic.” Shrugging, he finished his offer. “If you do not let her live, I will make sure that you kill her here and now.” Looking toward Nimue and D'Angelo, he shook his head at the scene.
He was getting too old for this.
"She is not yet gone...if you have her for a student, she can still be healed." Vylrath pointed the end of the blade at Slyail and only spoke of a warning. "But if you betray my daughter, this blade will go into your gut instead." He moved away from the Siren to see what option Slyail would choose. It would be interesting to see what made up someone like Slyail.
Vylrath could be fair, but it usually went with his demented sense of enjoyment.
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Re: Building Anew
by Herald_of_Fate on Tue Apr 10, 2012 7:42 pm
All this bravado and apparently the Vuri couldn't do what he said? And left the task in Slyail's hands? Slyail found enough humor in the situation to chuckle, even in light of the man's obviously negative opinion of the Merrow monarch. Was this all there was to him, endless posturing and arrogance without the substance to back it up? It was small wonder the man had been killed. He noticed it easier to percieve through the phermones' haze, easier to focus as the Siren's fear seemed to grow. The Water Mage raised a brow to Vylrath, amused by this predicament.
"Fond of her? You're the one abusing her with a smile, my friend." Slyail replied. "You're like a dog with a chew toy. I thought you were here to kill here, not play, Vuri. We Merrow do not kill lightly but when we vow to kill, we do. I do, however, wish to extract what intelligence we can from her. Unshackle her hands and let her write in the dust. If she refuses, I will prolong her agony. Take that cursed poker out of my face, better leave. I'll bring you her head when our business is concluded."
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Helena froze at the sound of the conversation over her fate, her heart hammering in her chest. Her muffled crys seemed to fall on deaf ears as the Merrow and the tainted soul verbally sparred over her. She knew little of the dark man's power, only that the wound he'd inflicted would not heal, though whether from the blade's power or the Merrow drawing more and more of the moisture out of the air, she could not tell. The Siren only knew that the Merrow had hunted her race to near extinction, that while they exhibited calm and composure to most, they were ruthless, merciless predators. It was this reason that kept the Merrow Kings of old neutral, knowing the dual nature of the Fey, the primal and the civilized. They'd chosen to isolate themselves, to learn to master the monsters within. Slyail too knew this, knew that he'd need that inner predator to do what had to be done. She shrank away from him, her freed hands scribbling frantically in the dust of the cell floor.
"Spare me and I'll tell you everything...I swear upon all the Gods above and below"
Slyail stared down at her coldly, his neck twitching just a bit. He offered Vylrath and the Siren a smile, a gesture simple in the threat it carried. His teeth, once the pearly square teeth of a human, had sharpened and elongated, resembling that of a shark. His dreadlocks grew and seemed to take on a life of their own, undulating and reaching out for both the Siren and Vylrath. His voice was a raspy guttural growl as he spoke, his colorless eyes fading to black.
"You should go, Vylrath...and bar the door. I will not be maintaining control much longer...the blood....it calls. I won't be able to tell friend from foe...you're not the only one...struggling with your own darkness...."
The tendrils reached Helena and she screamed against her gag, pulling back from them instinctively. They'd burned like white hot branding irons, had actually blistered the flesh. She sat whimpering in the corner, terrified to near convulsing. She'd heard of the Merrow in blood frenzy before, but she'd never been this close and blind. She felt only the primal fear of the rabbit in an owl's shadow, of death a hair's breadth away.
"Fond of her? You're the one abusing her with a smile, my friend." Slyail replied. "You're like a dog with a chew toy. I thought you were here to kill here, not play, Vuri. We Merrow do not kill lightly but when we vow to kill, we do. I do, however, wish to extract what intelligence we can from her. Unshackle her hands and let her write in the dust. If she refuses, I will prolong her agony. Take that cursed poker out of my face, better leave. I'll bring you her head when our business is concluded."
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Helena froze at the sound of the conversation over her fate, her heart hammering in her chest. Her muffled crys seemed to fall on deaf ears as the Merrow and the tainted soul verbally sparred over her. She knew little of the dark man's power, only that the wound he'd inflicted would not heal, though whether from the blade's power or the Merrow drawing more and more of the moisture out of the air, she could not tell. The Siren only knew that the Merrow had hunted her race to near extinction, that while they exhibited calm and composure to most, they were ruthless, merciless predators. It was this reason that kept the Merrow Kings of old neutral, knowing the dual nature of the Fey, the primal and the civilized. They'd chosen to isolate themselves, to learn to master the monsters within. Slyail too knew this, knew that he'd need that inner predator to do what had to be done. She shrank away from him, her freed hands scribbling frantically in the dust of the cell floor.
"Spare me and I'll tell you everything...I swear upon all the Gods above and below"
Slyail stared down at her coldly, his neck twitching just a bit. He offered Vylrath and the Siren a smile, a gesture simple in the threat it carried. His teeth, once the pearly square teeth of a human, had sharpened and elongated, resembling that of a shark. His dreadlocks grew and seemed to take on a life of their own, undulating and reaching out for both the Siren and Vylrath. His voice was a raspy guttural growl as he spoke, his colorless eyes fading to black.
"You should go, Vylrath...and bar the door. I will not be maintaining control much longer...the blood....it calls. I won't be able to tell friend from foe...you're not the only one...struggling with your own darkness...."
The tendrils reached Helena and she screamed against her gag, pulling back from them instinctively. They'd burned like white hot branding irons, had actually blistered the flesh. She sat whimpering in the corner, terrified to near convulsing. She'd heard of the Merrow in blood frenzy before, but she'd never been this close and blind. She felt only the primal fear of the rabbit in an owl's shadow, of death a hair's breadth away.
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Re: Building Anew
by Vylrath on Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:35 pm
Vylrath had heard of tentacle rape before, but he never thought he'd of seen it. If the man just wanted to be alone, all he had to do was ask. He was growing tired and weary of the man trying to push his way through. Shaking his head, he motioned toward Nimue, who had been doing her duty as a nymph.
“Follow me...it looks like he's going against the orders of the Queen. I'll have to report it.” Vylrath said, knowing there was very little he would do in this case. His daughter would hear the news, her anger predicted. Slyail had stepped over her authority and was now presenting himself as a threat. If he struggled with something that deadly, he wouldn't exactly allow him back in the castle, or near his daughter. He'd be damned. At least with the sword, he could control some of his sanity.
“He wants to play hero, Nimue. Let's go....” He patted D'Angelo on the back, aware of whatever position they were in. “You too...not that you have a choice, poor bastard.” Vylrath was more than annoyed with Slyail and his demands.
“If you want it handled, you shut the damn door. I'm not a fucking maid.” He began to walk up the stairs and out toward the garden. He hoped that Nimue followed closely behind. If Slyail became influenced by the Siren, she would have to lead D'Angelo back toward the castle. Slyail seemed appalled by Vuri creatures, but he was torturing all the same. Vylrath enjoyed torture, he was known for it- especially amongst his own kin. If the man couldn't handle war, then he shouldn't have signed up for the task of guarding the Queen.
Everyone had some inner turmoil these days. When they could tell him that they fought for their soul, or were thrown into a death arena, then they could talk about inner turmoil with him. Vylrath knew he was a hard man to get along with, but certain attitudes did get under his skin- especially those who acted self entitled. He was here for his daughter and that was all.
He made his way toward the castle entrance, feeling as though it had all been a waste of time. Apart of him enjoyed the adrenalin, not knowing what the Siren was truly capable of, but another side just wanted to enjoy some liquor.
Vylrath stumbled, having walked through the ruins of the apothecary. Not just anything would throw a seasoned warrior off balance. Something heavy was underfoot and it shined more than an object ought to: fey armor. It's intricate patterns made him stop to catch his breath. He never thought he would actually be face to face with such a creation. Carefully equipping the armor, it felt heavy, as if built for another man entirely. He considered it his good fortune and didn't think anymore of it. Only a fool, would have abandoned such armor from the fey blacksmith.
He made his way up to the stairs of the castle, no longer concerning himself over Slyail. If threats came to the castle, than he would get into a stance- but not until then. Sheathing his sword, he decided to deliver the bad news to Igraine.
Opening the door, he decided to make it sort of like a briefing. “Well, good news is, I found this armor. Bad news is, the Siren is still alive. Apparently, your weird water friend is handling it all.” Without much more to say, he motioned toward Nimue and D'Angelo, who were only a few feet behind him. “I also found this pretty thing...er, Nimue. She was a great help with the Siren. She kept our friend from attacking me.” There was little else to explain, so he simply went further into the room, but made sure to hold the door open for Nimue.
“Follow me...it looks like he's going against the orders of the Queen. I'll have to report it.” Vylrath said, knowing there was very little he would do in this case. His daughter would hear the news, her anger predicted. Slyail had stepped over her authority and was now presenting himself as a threat. If he struggled with something that deadly, he wouldn't exactly allow him back in the castle, or near his daughter. He'd be damned. At least with the sword, he could control some of his sanity.
“He wants to play hero, Nimue. Let's go....” He patted D'Angelo on the back, aware of whatever position they were in. “You too...not that you have a choice, poor bastard.” Vylrath was more than annoyed with Slyail and his demands.
“If you want it handled, you shut the damn door. I'm not a fucking maid.” He began to walk up the stairs and out toward the garden. He hoped that Nimue followed closely behind. If Slyail became influenced by the Siren, she would have to lead D'Angelo back toward the castle. Slyail seemed appalled by Vuri creatures, but he was torturing all the same. Vylrath enjoyed torture, he was known for it- especially amongst his own kin. If the man couldn't handle war, then he shouldn't have signed up for the task of guarding the Queen.
Everyone had some inner turmoil these days. When they could tell him that they fought for their soul, or were thrown into a death arena, then they could talk about inner turmoil with him. Vylrath knew he was a hard man to get along with, but certain attitudes did get under his skin- especially those who acted self entitled. He was here for his daughter and that was all.
He made his way toward the castle entrance, feeling as though it had all been a waste of time. Apart of him enjoyed the adrenalin, not knowing what the Siren was truly capable of, but another side just wanted to enjoy some liquor.
Vylrath stumbled, having walked through the ruins of the apothecary. Not just anything would throw a seasoned warrior off balance. Something heavy was underfoot and it shined more than an object ought to: fey armor. It's intricate patterns made him stop to catch his breath. He never thought he would actually be face to face with such a creation. Carefully equipping the armor, it felt heavy, as if built for another man entirely. He considered it his good fortune and didn't think anymore of it. Only a fool, would have abandoned such armor from the fey blacksmith.
He made his way up to the stairs of the castle, no longer concerning himself over Slyail. If threats came to the castle, than he would get into a stance- but not until then. Sheathing his sword, he decided to deliver the bad news to Igraine.
Opening the door, he decided to make it sort of like a briefing. “Well, good news is, I found this armor. Bad news is, the Siren is still alive. Apparently, your weird water friend is handling it all.” Without much more to say, he motioned toward Nimue and D'Angelo, who were only a few feet behind him. “I also found this pretty thing...er, Nimue. She was a great help with the Siren. She kept our friend from attacking me.” There was little else to explain, so he simply went further into the room, but made sure to hold the door open for Nimue.
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Re: Building Anew
by Herald_of_Fate on Wed Apr 11, 2012 3:10 pm
Slyail snarled inwardly at the Vuri's charge, feeling it as a personal affront. The Queen herself had ordered the creature's execution, which Vylrath had proven himself incapable of performing despite all of his bluster. If the Merrow chose to extract what information he could from this enemy before carrying out this sentence, then what of it? Vylrath was more nuisance than should be allowed and Slyail made a note to watch him carefully from this moment forward.
"Begone then, fool...we need this information. You do mean to accompany the Queen, correct? It would be nice to know the strength of a storm before you walk into its eye." The Reejerey rasped, his tone serious. "You should be priviledged. Few set eyes upon a Merrow in this form and live. But then, luck does seem to follow you. The Siren will be handled as the Queen decreed, of that have no doubt. And I will be composed once more before I leave this cell."
Watching the Vuri leave, he wasted no time in closing the cell, leaving him alone in his quarry. He stalked across the room, listening to the Siren's terrified breathing, her thundering pulse. Slyail could very nearly smell the fear on her.
"I'll make this simple. Explain your mission here and any other contacts that we can expect to encounter in the Unseelie Court and I promise that you will not suffer. If I even suspect that you are lying, that sting on your arm will be only a prelude to the pain you'll endure."
Helena, panic-striken, scribbled furiously in the dust.
Mission: infiltrate and turn the Seelie Court against one another. Isolate the Seelie Queen.
No contact with the other Court members. Chosen by the King personally.
The Water Mage growled as he read the words, struggling to keep the conscious part of his mind present and unclouded.
"Were there any others with you?"
Helena shook her head no vigorously.
Fine, he thought. A diversion to something more, most likely something that would force the Queen to expose herself. Enough talk...
The Merrow pounced upon the hapless Siren, unheeding to her muffled pleas for mercy. His clawed right hand plunged into her already wounded gullet, gripping the hard tissue around her spine. Her screams against the gag were loud enough to be heard momentarily before Slyail ripped the vertebrae from the body with a sickeningly wet snap, ceasing her struggles. She lived barely, the damage forcing her body to shut down. Still the frenzy continued, as the blood of another water denizen often caused. The Merrow's dismemberment of the body was loud and horrific; Helena was likely glad that she could not see as he tore her body asunder. By the time he regained his senses, opening the cell door, the interior of the cell looked more like a slaughterhouse, his form returning to his normal lithe figure, his hair retracting, covered in offal and gore. He related his gathered information to a guard as he headed to his chambers. He needed a good bathing and to meditate on the events. The Merrow felt his predatory urge far too close to warrant company. Even Alleste gave him a wide berth, choosing to sit just inside the apothecary, chittering nervously. The Ouphe stared up at Vylrath accusingly, blaming him for her master's actions. Only blood from other aquatic Fey could drive him so mad, to a point where there was little left of Slyail but the predator within. The Merrow had long feared being used by either side of the Fey Wars as weapons and so had remained aloof until now. And Slyail had broken that tradition. It was all Alleste could do to not bite at the newly armoured Vuri. The guard Slyail had briefed entered to give his report, but the Ouphe's eyes never left Vylrath, her rage palpable even for such a small creature.
"Begone then, fool...we need this information. You do mean to accompany the Queen, correct? It would be nice to know the strength of a storm before you walk into its eye." The Reejerey rasped, his tone serious. "You should be priviledged. Few set eyes upon a Merrow in this form and live. But then, luck does seem to follow you. The Siren will be handled as the Queen decreed, of that have no doubt. And I will be composed once more before I leave this cell."
Watching the Vuri leave, he wasted no time in closing the cell, leaving him alone in his quarry. He stalked across the room, listening to the Siren's terrified breathing, her thundering pulse. Slyail could very nearly smell the fear on her.
"I'll make this simple. Explain your mission here and any other contacts that we can expect to encounter in the Unseelie Court and I promise that you will not suffer. If I even suspect that you are lying, that sting on your arm will be only a prelude to the pain you'll endure."
Helena, panic-striken, scribbled furiously in the dust.
Mission: infiltrate and turn the Seelie Court against one another. Isolate the Seelie Queen.
No contact with the other Court members. Chosen by the King personally.
The Water Mage growled as he read the words, struggling to keep the conscious part of his mind present and unclouded.
"Were there any others with you?"
Helena shook her head no vigorously.
Fine, he thought. A diversion to something more, most likely something that would force the Queen to expose herself. Enough talk...
The Merrow pounced upon the hapless Siren, unheeding to her muffled pleas for mercy. His clawed right hand plunged into her already wounded gullet, gripping the hard tissue around her spine. Her screams against the gag were loud enough to be heard momentarily before Slyail ripped the vertebrae from the body with a sickeningly wet snap, ceasing her struggles. She lived barely, the damage forcing her body to shut down. Still the frenzy continued, as the blood of another water denizen often caused. The Merrow's dismemberment of the body was loud and horrific; Helena was likely glad that she could not see as he tore her body asunder. By the time he regained his senses, opening the cell door, the interior of the cell looked more like a slaughterhouse, his form returning to his normal lithe figure, his hair retracting, covered in offal and gore. He related his gathered information to a guard as he headed to his chambers. He needed a good bathing and to meditate on the events. The Merrow felt his predatory urge far too close to warrant company. Even Alleste gave him a wide berth, choosing to sit just inside the apothecary, chittering nervously. The Ouphe stared up at Vylrath accusingly, blaming him for her master's actions. Only blood from other aquatic Fey could drive him so mad, to a point where there was little left of Slyail but the predator within. The Merrow had long feared being used by either side of the Fey Wars as weapons and so had remained aloof until now. And Slyail had broken that tradition. It was all Alleste could do to not bite at the newly armoured Vuri. The guard Slyail had briefed entered to give his report, but the Ouphe's eyes never left Vylrath, her rage palpable even for such a small creature.
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Re: Building Anew
by Herald_of_Fate on Wed Apr 11, 2012 3:11 pm
Slyail snarled inwardly at the Vuri's charge, feeling it as a personal affront. The Queen herself had ordered the creature's execution, which Vylrath had proven himself incapable of performing despite all of his bluster. If the Merrow chose to extract what information he could from this enemy before carrying out this sentence, then what of it? Vylrath was more nuisance than should be allowed and Slyail made a note to watch him carefully from this moment forward.
"Begone then, fool...we need this information. You do mean to accompany the Queen, correct? It would be nice to know the strength of a storm before you walk into its eye." The Reejerey rasped, his tone serious. "You should be priviledged. Few set eyes upon a Merrow in this form and live. But then, luck does seem to follow you. The Siren will be handled as the Queen decreed, of that have no doubt. And I will be composed once more before I leave this cell."
Watching the Vuri leave, he wasted no time in closing the cell, leaving him alone in his quarry. He stalked across the room, listening to the Siren's terrified breathing, her thundering pulse. Slyail could very nearly smell the fear on her.
"I'll make this simple. Explain your mission here and any other contacts that we can expect to encounter in the Unseelie Court and I promise that you will not suffer. If I even suspect that you are lying, that sting on your arm will be only a prelude to the pain you'll endure."
Helena, panic-striken, scribbled furiously in the dust.
Mission: infiltrate and turn the Seelie Court against one another. Isolate the Seelie Queen.
No contact with the other Court members. Chosen by the King personally.
The Water Mage growled as he read the words, struggling to keep the conscious part of his mind present and unclouded.
"Were there any others with you?"
Helena shook her head no vigorously.
Fine, he thought. A diversion to something more, most likely something that would force the Queen to expose herself. Enough talk...
The Merrow pounced upon the hapless Siren, unheeding to her muffled pleas for mercy. His clawed right hand plunged into her already wounded gullet, gripping the hard tissue around her spine. Her screams against the gag were loud enough to be heard momentarily before Slyail ripped the vertebrae from the body with a sickeningly wet snap, ceasing her struggles. She lived barely, the damage forcing her body to shut down. Still the frenzy continued, as the blood of another water denizen often caused. The Merrow's dismemberment of the body was loud and horrific; Helena was likely glad that she could not see as he tore her body asunder. By the time he regained his senses, opening the cell door, the interior of the cell looked more like a slaughterhouse, his form returning to his normal lithe figure, his hair retracting, covered in offal and gore. He related his gathered information to a guard as he headed to his chambers. He needed a good bathing and to meditate on the events. The Merrow felt his predatory urge far too close to warrant company. Even Alleste gave him a wide berth, choosing to sit just inside the apothecary, chittering nervously. The Ouphe stared up at Vylrath accusingly, blaming him for her master's actions. Only blood from other aquatic Fey could drive him so mad, to a point where there was little left of Slyail but the predator within. The Merrow had long feared being used by either side of the Fey Wars as weapons and so had remained aloof until now. And Slyail had broken that tradition. It was all Alleste could do to not bite at the newly armoured Vuri. The guard Slyail had briefed entered to give his report, but the Ouphe's eyes never left Vylrath, her rage palpable even for such a small creature.
"Begone then, fool...we need this information. You do mean to accompany the Queen, correct? It would be nice to know the strength of a storm before you walk into its eye." The Reejerey rasped, his tone serious. "You should be priviledged. Few set eyes upon a Merrow in this form and live. But then, luck does seem to follow you. The Siren will be handled as the Queen decreed, of that have no doubt. And I will be composed once more before I leave this cell."
Watching the Vuri leave, he wasted no time in closing the cell, leaving him alone in his quarry. He stalked across the room, listening to the Siren's terrified breathing, her thundering pulse. Slyail could very nearly smell the fear on her.
"I'll make this simple. Explain your mission here and any other contacts that we can expect to encounter in the Unseelie Court and I promise that you will not suffer. If I even suspect that you are lying, that sting on your arm will be only a prelude to the pain you'll endure."
Helena, panic-striken, scribbled furiously in the dust.
Mission: infiltrate and turn the Seelie Court against one another. Isolate the Seelie Queen.
No contact with the other Court members. Chosen by the King personally.
The Water Mage growled as he read the words, struggling to keep the conscious part of his mind present and unclouded.
"Were there any others with you?"
Helena shook her head no vigorously.
Fine, he thought. A diversion to something more, most likely something that would force the Queen to expose herself. Enough talk...
The Merrow pounced upon the hapless Siren, unheeding to her muffled pleas for mercy. His clawed right hand plunged into her already wounded gullet, gripping the hard tissue around her spine. Her screams against the gag were loud enough to be heard momentarily before Slyail ripped the vertebrae from the body with a sickeningly wet snap, ceasing her struggles. She lived barely, the damage forcing her body to shut down. Still the frenzy continued, as the blood of another water denizen often caused. The Merrow's dismemberment of the body was loud and horrific; Helena was likely glad that she could not see as he tore her body asunder. By the time he regained his senses, opening the cell door, the interior of the cell looked more like a slaughterhouse, his form returning to his normal lithe figure, his hair retracting, covered in offal and gore. He related his gathered information to a guard as he headed to his chambers. He needed a good bathing and to meditate on the events. The Merrow felt his predatory urge far too close to warrant company. Even Alleste gave him a wide berth, choosing to sit just inside the apothecary, chittering nervously. The Ouphe stared up at Vylrath accusingly, blaming him for her master's actions. Only blood from other aquatic Fey could drive him so mad, to a point where there was little left of Slyail but the predator within. The Merrow had long feared being used by either side of the Fey Wars as weapons and so had remained aloof until now. And Slyail had broken that tradition. It was all Alleste could do to not bite at the newly armoured Vuri. The guard Slyail had briefed entered to give his report, but the Ouphe's eyes never left Vylrath, her rage palpable even for such a small creature.
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Re: Building Anew
by Shin on Thu Apr 12, 2012 7:50 am
(Sorry for the wait. Things are getting crazy here.)
D’Angelo’s mind retracted for deeper into the blade than what he had anticipated, what had started as a defensive tactic soon lost over to the magic of the weapon. For several long moments, minutes even, D’Angelo was nothing more than a walking body, walking only because he was being ushered along. His eyes were lost in thought, reflective mirrors devoid of any life at the moment.
The results of the two creatures battling for the mere human had almost cost him his mind, he would be lucky to come out of the stupor at all, let along with his mind fully intact. He remained oblivious to the threats after he had receded, Vylrath became nothing more than a distant memory that was soon forgotten. His reason for being in the kingdom and even his oath to it’s Queen were all forgotten, what made D’Angelo unique was forgotten.
While being ushered out the primal instinct him was drawn to the natural beauty of the Nymph, and with the Siren no longer present in his mind his instinctual needs surfaced and with the quick flick of his wrist to grab at her, the shifting of his weight and slight turn of his body he could easily throw Nimue over his shoulder to where he would better be able to grab her.
In his state he grabbed at anything he could, hair, clothes, jewelry and gave a firm jerk to make sure he had a firm hold before moving to pin her back against a wall. There was no malice in his movements, only pure male dominance brought on by the magic of the sword, her beauty could very likely coax the beast out, but it would take time to draw D’Angelo’s subconscious out. How much time…well, that was the trickery part.
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William had originally followed everyone up the stairs to the queens study, having lost Nimue in the rush of people he assumed that was where she was headed, to see the Queen. Only after he was most the way there did he get a whisper in his ear, so brief that William had to pause to wonder if he really heard anything. But….then he felt it, a spirit of stone.
The creature didn’t reveal its physical appearance, yet for one steeped in the druidic magics like William feeling a spirit was possible, but only when it wanted to be sensed and they were often fickle creatures. He turned and pulled the tight magical cloak around him as he moved, it shifted to better blend in with the darkness and stone that he was quickly descending into.
His green, beautifully fey crafted sword was in his hand the moment he saw D’Angelo with Nimue pinned against the wall just outside the cells where the door was now closed. He moved swiftly with an unearthly grace, his sword descending swiftly to sever D’Angelo’s arms at the elbows.
The attack was of no avail as D’Angelo’s own hand surged out with surprising power and strength, he didn’t even break eye contact from Nimue, so wrapped in her gaze he physically couldn’t. D’Angelo’s open palm struck William’s own hands as he swung it downward, dislodging the beautiful blade from his grasp and catching it in his other hand before dropping it unceremoniously to the floor, a slight burn mark on his left hand from touching the fey metal.
William stood their dumbfounded and cradling what was likely several broken fingers, he couldn’t even hold his bow in the condition they were in right now, and the man had done it with an ease and power that forced William to look him over again… just to make sure that he was indeed human.
William cursed himself, knowing there was no need to be worried, a closer look showed that while D’Angelo might have had Nimue in a physically dominating position it was the Nymph that had the man entranced and not the other way around. No man could resist a Nymph, smiling William moved to gather his weapon and then see about getting his hands healed.
D’Angelo’s mind retracted for deeper into the blade than what he had anticipated, what had started as a defensive tactic soon lost over to the magic of the weapon. For several long moments, minutes even, D’Angelo was nothing more than a walking body, walking only because he was being ushered along. His eyes were lost in thought, reflective mirrors devoid of any life at the moment.
The results of the two creatures battling for the mere human had almost cost him his mind, he would be lucky to come out of the stupor at all, let along with his mind fully intact. He remained oblivious to the threats after he had receded, Vylrath became nothing more than a distant memory that was soon forgotten. His reason for being in the kingdom and even his oath to it’s Queen were all forgotten, what made D’Angelo unique was forgotten.
While being ushered out the primal instinct him was drawn to the natural beauty of the Nymph, and with the Siren no longer present in his mind his instinctual needs surfaced and with the quick flick of his wrist to grab at her, the shifting of his weight and slight turn of his body he could easily throw Nimue over his shoulder to where he would better be able to grab her.
In his state he grabbed at anything he could, hair, clothes, jewelry and gave a firm jerk to make sure he had a firm hold before moving to pin her back against a wall. There was no malice in his movements, only pure male dominance brought on by the magic of the sword, her beauty could very likely coax the beast out, but it would take time to draw D’Angelo’s subconscious out. How much time…well, that was the trickery part.
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William had originally followed everyone up the stairs to the queens study, having lost Nimue in the rush of people he assumed that was where she was headed, to see the Queen. Only after he was most the way there did he get a whisper in his ear, so brief that William had to pause to wonder if he really heard anything. But….then he felt it, a spirit of stone.
The creature didn’t reveal its physical appearance, yet for one steeped in the druidic magics like William feeling a spirit was possible, but only when it wanted to be sensed and they were often fickle creatures. He turned and pulled the tight magical cloak around him as he moved, it shifted to better blend in with the darkness and stone that he was quickly descending into.
His green, beautifully fey crafted sword was in his hand the moment he saw D’Angelo with Nimue pinned against the wall just outside the cells where the door was now closed. He moved swiftly with an unearthly grace, his sword descending swiftly to sever D’Angelo’s arms at the elbows.
The attack was of no avail as D’Angelo’s own hand surged out with surprising power and strength, he didn’t even break eye contact from Nimue, so wrapped in her gaze he physically couldn’t. D’Angelo’s open palm struck William’s own hands as he swung it downward, dislodging the beautiful blade from his grasp and catching it in his other hand before dropping it unceremoniously to the floor, a slight burn mark on his left hand from touching the fey metal.
William stood their dumbfounded and cradling what was likely several broken fingers, he couldn’t even hold his bow in the condition they were in right now, and the man had done it with an ease and power that forced William to look him over again… just to make sure that he was indeed human.
William cursed himself, knowing there was no need to be worried, a closer look showed that while D’Angelo might have had Nimue in a physically dominating position it was the Nymph that had the man entranced and not the other way around. No man could resist a Nymph, smiling William moved to gather his weapon and then see about getting his hands healed.
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Re: Building Anew
by Igraine on Thu Apr 12, 2012 7:24 pm
By the time everyone re-entered the room, Igraine was wearing dark brown pants and a billowy white shirt tucked into the pants. Kahlan was standing next to her, her head bent with Igraine's tilted to the side as she listened carefully to what her mother had to say. The monk was somewhere, but he had been asked to leave while Igraine changed. He would know that Kahlan was capable of protecting her daughter, even as weakened as she was. Kahlan would die for her daughter and that was common knowledge.
Igraine nodded and kissed her mother's cheek as Vylrath burst in. She turned quietly and clasped her hands loosely in front of herself. Her eyes assessed Vylrath carefully for a few moments, so uncanny with her brilliant emerald green eyes. Her hair was dry and cascaded down over her shoulders in loosely curled waves of wheat blonde. She was composed, quiet, and all ears. Her eyes darted from Vylrath to the area surrounding him and frowned.
"It seems you have lost your Nymph. So kind of you to hold the door open for her though." Igraine walked over to Vylrath and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "The Siren feels dead. I believe the Merrow King has taken care of her. Strange though, the Merrow rarely kill unless threatened. I suppose that he was threatened by the Siren's power." Igraine paused, concentrated for a moment, and then smiled. "I sense that D'Angelo is rather concentrated in his desires toward your Nymph, Father."
Igraine laughed softly and looked back to where Kahlan was. She nodded and Kahlan looked at Vylrath and made a signal that, between them both, meant that she was leaving. Without saying another word she turned and walked out of the room.
"Mother is retiring for a well deserved rest. She said that I was to bring you if you wanted to join her, or if you wish to stay that is fine with her as well. She plans to be back as soon as she's rested. Something about loving you too much to let you out of her sight for long." Igraine smiled as she looked down, trying to hide it. She knew very well how much Vylrath cared for her mother and likewise how much her mother loved Vylrath. People would hate his return, but it was good for her mother's old bones.
"Also, I have a feeling we will be hearing from the Unseelie King soon. I doubt he'll like my demands very much." Igraine said, her face carefully devoid of emotion about the idea of being visited by anyone from the Unseelie Realm. Just look how much trouble the Siren had been.
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Nimue was thrilled by D'Angelo's actions and when he pinned her, looking at her with those fiery dark eyes she was smitten. She pressed her forehead against D'Angelo's for a moment before kissing him. It was a sweet innocent type of kiss that would set him on fire. She was going to let him go, but it was harder for her to set her allure aside than it was for the Siren.
"We have to get you back to the Queen." Nimue pressed her lips to D'Angelo's one more time before pressing her fingertips against his lower lip. Her legs were wrapped around him, as slight as she was, the Nymph was quite strong. She broke her eye contact with him to look at William and she frowned softly at the sight of his broken fingers.
"D'Angelo you shouldn't hurt people that mean to help. It isn't right." Nimue wriggled free of him, knowing he wouldn't resist her touch. Once she was on her feet she moved with D'Angelo's hand in hers. She was a slight creature and powerful for a Nymph. As they ascended the stairs she spied Kahlan and she smiled. When Kahlan looked at her she nodded her head and stopped.
"Nimue, I hear you've enamoured a few of my daughter's friends." Her eyes fell on D'Angelo and she laughed lightly. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at William, noticing him as the man that helped with the Siren. She spied his fingers and shook her head.
"I see you've got a bit of trouble there, my friend. Here, give me your hand. I can expend enough energy to get those well on their way to healing. However, it's going to smart because they need to be set. Nimue, why don't you take D'Angelo up to Queen Igraine? I'm sure she will be able to help his ardor, and yes you have to let him go Nimue. He was taken with the Siren and he needs to let his mind free from the magicks around you and the Siren. If he likes you well enough he'll come back. He's not worth much a drivelling mess, my dear."
Kahlan watched as Nimue pulled D'Angelo up the stairs and down the hall before she turned to William. She took his hand in hers and pressed a few points along his arm to deaden the pain a little for what she was about to do. She took his shoulder in one hand and his fingers in the other and pushed and pulled, re-setting all the fingers before he could rebel against her. It would hurt like hell but it had to be done.
"Sorry, but it would be worse to have them heal crooked." Without waiting to ask him she started sending her power through his fingers. It would feel warm and inviting, like a ray of summer sunshine concentrated on his hand and arm. With the destruction of his fingers some nerves had been damaged as well. Kahlan's power and concentration were searching his whole arm and kicking his bodies natural healing ability into high gear. She let her power linger, re-stitching torn muscle and tendon, placing small bone fragments back in their proper order and place. For a hand wound it was not a hard thing to do, if the wound had been bigger or more life threatening she might be in greater danger of being badly weakened. As it was, being that William was Fey, his body was capable of rapid healing when it was needed. All Kahlan had to do was set things in order for his body to respond.
"Keep these immobile for a day or two. Your own body will do most of the work. If you have any trouble ask my daughter, she has some knowledge of the healing arts and she has a bevy of assistants and medical attendants that can do wonders for you. It shouldn't bother you any longer though, just don't move them." As an after thought Kahlan tore a strip off of her shirt and tied his arm up around his neck to keep it immobile. Igraine would have better luck making a better sling.
"Go on, see my daughter. I think she will be intrigued by you." Without another word Kahlan walked off, leaning a little heavier on the stair railing. She disappeared after a short walk and William wouldn't be able to feel her power either. She was gone to the Fae realm.
Nimue peeped into the Queen's room pulling D'Angelo with her. When she spied Igraine her eyes got big and she curtsied abruptly. The young Queen had all of Kahlan's beauty and the finer features of her father by the looks of it. It was well known that her father had been a demon after all. She had no idea that the man standing next to her was her father though.
"M'lady. Your mother stated that I should relinquish my hold of this man to you. She said you could help him become himself again." Nimue kept her curtsey as she pushed D'Angelo with one hand.
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Igraine glanced at the door and smiled at the sight of Nimue. She was legendary among Nymphs for her spirit and her ability to get into trouble. It would seem, too, that she had found D'Angelo.
"D'Angelo, you poor man." Igraine walked over to him and pressed her hands to his face forcing him to look at her. She let her power wash through him. It wasn't anything super powerful, but it was enough to snap him out of whatever spell he was under.
"D'Angelo. I'm sorry you were caught in this chaos. Come back to yourself and I strongly suggest not looking at the Nymph until you're capable of getting a hold of yourself. I don't really want you to lose your clothing and attempt anything sexual on the floor of my rooms..." Igraine said with an amused laugh. "Vylrath, please will you take Nimue into the sitting room so that she can rest?"
Igraine smiled at D'Angelo again and kept his vision trained on her. Without Nimue in the room he would be able to break the tenative connection between them with Igraine's help.
Igraine nodded and kissed her mother's cheek as Vylrath burst in. She turned quietly and clasped her hands loosely in front of herself. Her eyes assessed Vylrath carefully for a few moments, so uncanny with her brilliant emerald green eyes. Her hair was dry and cascaded down over her shoulders in loosely curled waves of wheat blonde. She was composed, quiet, and all ears. Her eyes darted from Vylrath to the area surrounding him and frowned.
"It seems you have lost your Nymph. So kind of you to hold the door open for her though." Igraine walked over to Vylrath and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "The Siren feels dead. I believe the Merrow King has taken care of her. Strange though, the Merrow rarely kill unless threatened. I suppose that he was threatened by the Siren's power." Igraine paused, concentrated for a moment, and then smiled. "I sense that D'Angelo is rather concentrated in his desires toward your Nymph, Father."
Igraine laughed softly and looked back to where Kahlan was. She nodded and Kahlan looked at Vylrath and made a signal that, between them both, meant that she was leaving. Without saying another word she turned and walked out of the room.
"Mother is retiring for a well deserved rest. She said that I was to bring you if you wanted to join her, or if you wish to stay that is fine with her as well. She plans to be back as soon as she's rested. Something about loving you too much to let you out of her sight for long." Igraine smiled as she looked down, trying to hide it. She knew very well how much Vylrath cared for her mother and likewise how much her mother loved Vylrath. People would hate his return, but it was good for her mother's old bones.
"Also, I have a feeling we will be hearing from the Unseelie King soon. I doubt he'll like my demands very much." Igraine said, her face carefully devoid of emotion about the idea of being visited by anyone from the Unseelie Realm. Just look how much trouble the Siren had been.
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Nimue was thrilled by D'Angelo's actions and when he pinned her, looking at her with those fiery dark eyes she was smitten. She pressed her forehead against D'Angelo's for a moment before kissing him. It was a sweet innocent type of kiss that would set him on fire. She was going to let him go, but it was harder for her to set her allure aside than it was for the Siren.
"We have to get you back to the Queen." Nimue pressed her lips to D'Angelo's one more time before pressing her fingertips against his lower lip. Her legs were wrapped around him, as slight as she was, the Nymph was quite strong. She broke her eye contact with him to look at William and she frowned softly at the sight of his broken fingers.
"D'Angelo you shouldn't hurt people that mean to help. It isn't right." Nimue wriggled free of him, knowing he wouldn't resist her touch. Once she was on her feet she moved with D'Angelo's hand in hers. She was a slight creature and powerful for a Nymph. As they ascended the stairs she spied Kahlan and she smiled. When Kahlan looked at her she nodded her head and stopped.
"Nimue, I hear you've enamoured a few of my daughter's friends." Her eyes fell on D'Angelo and she laughed lightly. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at William, noticing him as the man that helped with the Siren. She spied his fingers and shook her head.
"I see you've got a bit of trouble there, my friend. Here, give me your hand. I can expend enough energy to get those well on their way to healing. However, it's going to smart because they need to be set. Nimue, why don't you take D'Angelo up to Queen Igraine? I'm sure she will be able to help his ardor, and yes you have to let him go Nimue. He was taken with the Siren and he needs to let his mind free from the magicks around you and the Siren. If he likes you well enough he'll come back. He's not worth much a drivelling mess, my dear."
Kahlan watched as Nimue pulled D'Angelo up the stairs and down the hall before she turned to William. She took his hand in hers and pressed a few points along his arm to deaden the pain a little for what she was about to do. She took his shoulder in one hand and his fingers in the other and pushed and pulled, re-setting all the fingers before he could rebel against her. It would hurt like hell but it had to be done.
"Sorry, but it would be worse to have them heal crooked." Without waiting to ask him she started sending her power through his fingers. It would feel warm and inviting, like a ray of summer sunshine concentrated on his hand and arm. With the destruction of his fingers some nerves had been damaged as well. Kahlan's power and concentration were searching his whole arm and kicking his bodies natural healing ability into high gear. She let her power linger, re-stitching torn muscle and tendon, placing small bone fragments back in their proper order and place. For a hand wound it was not a hard thing to do, if the wound had been bigger or more life threatening she might be in greater danger of being badly weakened. As it was, being that William was Fey, his body was capable of rapid healing when it was needed. All Kahlan had to do was set things in order for his body to respond.
"Keep these immobile for a day or two. Your own body will do most of the work. If you have any trouble ask my daughter, she has some knowledge of the healing arts and she has a bevy of assistants and medical attendants that can do wonders for you. It shouldn't bother you any longer though, just don't move them." As an after thought Kahlan tore a strip off of her shirt and tied his arm up around his neck to keep it immobile. Igraine would have better luck making a better sling.
"Go on, see my daughter. I think she will be intrigued by you." Without another word Kahlan walked off, leaning a little heavier on the stair railing. She disappeared after a short walk and William wouldn't be able to feel her power either. She was gone to the Fae realm.
Nimue peeped into the Queen's room pulling D'Angelo with her. When she spied Igraine her eyes got big and she curtsied abruptly. The young Queen had all of Kahlan's beauty and the finer features of her father by the looks of it. It was well known that her father had been a demon after all. She had no idea that the man standing next to her was her father though.
"M'lady. Your mother stated that I should relinquish my hold of this man to you. She said you could help him become himself again." Nimue kept her curtsey as she pushed D'Angelo with one hand.
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Igraine glanced at the door and smiled at the sight of Nimue. She was legendary among Nymphs for her spirit and her ability to get into trouble. It would seem, too, that she had found D'Angelo.
"D'Angelo, you poor man." Igraine walked over to him and pressed her hands to his face forcing him to look at her. She let her power wash through him. It wasn't anything super powerful, but it was enough to snap him out of whatever spell he was under.
"D'Angelo. I'm sorry you were caught in this chaos. Come back to yourself and I strongly suggest not looking at the Nymph until you're capable of getting a hold of yourself. I don't really want you to lose your clothing and attempt anything sexual on the floor of my rooms..." Igraine said with an amused laugh. "Vylrath, please will you take Nimue into the sitting room so that she can rest?"
Igraine smiled at D'Angelo again and kept his vision trained on her. Without Nimue in the room he would be able to break the tenative connection between them with Igraine's help.
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Re: Building Anew
by Vylrath on Thu Apr 12, 2012 9:04 pm
Vylrath should have blushed, since it was the most contact he had had with his daughter. However, he had other things on his mind and she was standing in the room. Even though they shared a sort of odd communication, he often felt as though Kahlan were out of his reach. It wasn't something she did intentionally, they were just too opposite, but somehow still complimented each other. She would be missed, but he wasn't one to show that sort of emotion.
Looking at his daughter, her problem with King Pendaran, seemed a lot bigger with her mother out of the picture. “While your Fae friends may be insulted I wear this armor, tell them that I do it to protect you.” Vylrath said, wondering if he was here to redeem himself. Sheathing his blade, his features returned to a young faced man. His silver gray hair, would become a brilliant red hue- something he was still getting used to with his new features.
He smiled at the innocence of Nimue as she made her presence known. “I suppose you should know my relations with the Queen...I'm her father.” Feeling slightly embarrassed, it would be hard to explain why he had so many relations in the realm. Maybe for a nymph, it wouldn't be that hard to explain, but it wasn't a great first impression.
Leaving D'Angelo with Igraine, he only said what he thought of her current comrades. “Your water friend went against your words, but I didn't go against him.” Shrugging, he thought out-loud. “He needs some discipline and training...even if he is a King.” Even if Slyail were a King somewhere else, he was not one here. He would still have to abide by Queen Igraine's orders, even if it meant swallowing his pride.
Motioning toward Nimue, he beckoned for her to follow him. This time, he would be leading the nymph. It was an awkward experience, but one he silently enjoyed. He hadn't been around a younger woman in some years, not since before his death. Nimue would be very welcomed company.
Looking at his daughter, her problem with King Pendaran, seemed a lot bigger with her mother out of the picture. “While your Fae friends may be insulted I wear this armor, tell them that I do it to protect you.” Vylrath said, wondering if he was here to redeem himself. Sheathing his blade, his features returned to a young faced man. His silver gray hair, would become a brilliant red hue- something he was still getting used to with his new features.
He smiled at the innocence of Nimue as she made her presence known. “I suppose you should know my relations with the Queen...I'm her father.” Feeling slightly embarrassed, it would be hard to explain why he had so many relations in the realm. Maybe for a nymph, it wouldn't be that hard to explain, but it wasn't a great first impression.
Leaving D'Angelo with Igraine, he only said what he thought of her current comrades. “Your water friend went against your words, but I didn't go against him.” Shrugging, he thought out-loud. “He needs some discipline and training...even if he is a King.” Even if Slyail were a King somewhere else, he was not one here. He would still have to abide by Queen Igraine's orders, even if it meant swallowing his pride.
Motioning toward Nimue, he beckoned for her to follow him. This time, he would be leading the nymph. It was an awkward experience, but one he silently enjoyed. He hadn't been around a younger woman in some years, not since before his death. Nimue would be very welcomed company.
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Re: Building Anew
by Shin on Fri Apr 13, 2012 2:45 am
It wasn’t the first time that William had broken a bone and it wouldn’t be the last, but it was the first time that he had been taken so unaware. The defeat, by a man not even in his senses, tasted bitterly in William’s mouth and was a wound to the pride. He had fancied himself a competent swordsmen, but now he wasn’t so sure.
“Thank you.” He offered Kahlan a genuine smile and didn’t resist when she moved to reset his fingers. He understood well the consequences of his actions and the pain while discomforting was not debilitating and would serve as a reminder for a little while. He waited until Nimue took the strange human down the hall and out of ear-shot. “Who is that man?” He asked the angel, though his almond shaped eyes never left his back.
“Intrigued…by me?” He asked as the Angel walked away. He bit his lower lip and turned to follow up the stairs that the nymph and mortal walked up only a moment before.
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It was a blur to D’Angelo, so far receded into the magic of the weapon that he wasn’t conscious of time or his own movements, everything had been based purely on an instinctual nature. There was something else as well, he was well aware of Nimue leaving him physically, yet he could still feel her even when she was escorted away. He gripped something tightly in the hands at his sides but couldn’t look, he couldn’t take his own eyes away from Igraines.
He felt the power rush through him and batter against the sword, trying to bring back forth the man that had retreated within it. The presence was familiar, it brought a memory…something of a promise. His eyes narrowed and he growled in defiance but he couldn’t pull away. Had he remembered the instinctual side of him would have used the other sword at his side and absorbed the power that the Queen was sending through him, as it was, it would likely drain more power from her than she realized.
A minute passed before D’Angelo reeled back with a surge of adrenaline, breaking free of the Queens grasp, doubling over before dropping to a single knee and breathing heavily. “Wha…what happened?” He looked around confused, seeing the queen, yet…he felt another heartbeat in his hand and looked down to see a strange pendant gripped tightly in his palm.
“I..I don’t remember what happened.” He looked confused as his eyes came back to meet the Queens, he stood up then and stuff the pendant into a pocket.
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William watched from the door at what transpired between the Queen and the man that had broken his fingers. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the mortal again, watching the fluid and powerful way he stood and spoke.
“it’s good to see you are back to your sense.” William spoke with a musical voice, his light movements making it seem like he was gliding with an unearthly grace. “Your…mother said that you would offer your assistance in making a proper sling.” He smiled despite the injury and bowed low.
D’Angelo looked to the rather odd looking man, he looked to …feminine by D’Angelos reckoning, to Feyish in appearance and not in the good way like Nimue either, he was….man pretty. “What happened to you.”
“You broke my fingers.” William replied without missing a beat.
“I..I what?” D’Angelo looked to the Queen for confirmation and merely shrugged as if it hardly mattered. “I need to know what….” D’Angelo stopped in mid sentence, looking directly up at where Nimue was, even thru the stone walls. “…interesting. I suggest we get the rest of your guards and step up patrol on the area. “
“Thank you.” He offered Kahlan a genuine smile and didn’t resist when she moved to reset his fingers. He understood well the consequences of his actions and the pain while discomforting was not debilitating and would serve as a reminder for a little while. He waited until Nimue took the strange human down the hall and out of ear-shot. “Who is that man?” He asked the angel, though his almond shaped eyes never left his back.
“Intrigued…by me?” He asked as the Angel walked away. He bit his lower lip and turned to follow up the stairs that the nymph and mortal walked up only a moment before.
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It was a blur to D’Angelo, so far receded into the magic of the weapon that he wasn’t conscious of time or his own movements, everything had been based purely on an instinctual nature. There was something else as well, he was well aware of Nimue leaving him physically, yet he could still feel her even when she was escorted away. He gripped something tightly in the hands at his sides but couldn’t look, he couldn’t take his own eyes away from Igraines.
He felt the power rush through him and batter against the sword, trying to bring back forth the man that had retreated within it. The presence was familiar, it brought a memory…something of a promise. His eyes narrowed and he growled in defiance but he couldn’t pull away. Had he remembered the instinctual side of him would have used the other sword at his side and absorbed the power that the Queen was sending through him, as it was, it would likely drain more power from her than she realized.
A minute passed before D’Angelo reeled back with a surge of adrenaline, breaking free of the Queens grasp, doubling over before dropping to a single knee and breathing heavily. “Wha…what happened?” He looked around confused, seeing the queen, yet…he felt another heartbeat in his hand and looked down to see a strange pendant gripped tightly in his palm.
“I..I don’t remember what happened.” He looked confused as his eyes came back to meet the Queens, he stood up then and stuff the pendant into a pocket.
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William watched from the door at what transpired between the Queen and the man that had broken his fingers. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the mortal again, watching the fluid and powerful way he stood and spoke.
“it’s good to see you are back to your sense.” William spoke with a musical voice, his light movements making it seem like he was gliding with an unearthly grace. “Your…mother said that you would offer your assistance in making a proper sling.” He smiled despite the injury and bowed low.
D’Angelo looked to the rather odd looking man, he looked to …feminine by D’Angelos reckoning, to Feyish in appearance and not in the good way like Nimue either, he was….man pretty. “What happened to you.”
“You broke my fingers.” William replied without missing a beat.
“I..I what?” D’Angelo looked to the Queen for confirmation and merely shrugged as if it hardly mattered. “I need to know what….” D’Angelo stopped in mid sentence, looking directly up at where Nimue was, even thru the stone walls. “…interesting. I suggest we get the rest of your guards and step up patrol on the area. “
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Re: Building Anew
by Igraine on Fri Apr 13, 2012 12:01 pm
Nimue put her hand in Vylrath's and walked with him to the next room. The further she got from D'Angelo the more anxious she became. It felt as if she was missing something, a part of herself. She listened as Vylrath spoke and smiled but part of her was concentrated on D'Angelo. She heard his voice speak, urgently and she frowned softly.
"You're quite handsome Vylrath, for a man that has sired such a beautiful queen. You must be truely amazing if you have caught the eye of the Lady Kahlan. She seems so out of reach to everyone with her knowing eyes and beautiful face. Even by our standards she is incredibly beautiful. Perhaps that is why Queen Mab took to her so quickly when she was younger." Nimue caught herself babbling and she blushed as she took a seat. She could feel D'Angelo in the next room and she could sense William. The feelings were different though, she was drawn to D'Angelo.
Nimue shook her head and pulled her hair around and began to braid it carefully. Idly she drew her fingertips along her neck, a gesture that Vylrath would no doubt find incredibly alluring -- but she paled. Her hands flew to her throat and she patted herself, even going so far as to fish down the front of her bodice looking for something that was no longer there.
"Oh no..." Nimue looked up at Vylrath with a mixture of respect and abject terror in her eyes. Her life, her soul, and her heart were in D'Angelo's hands. He had taken the locket that gave her over body and soul to any man that procured it. She knew that he hadn't meant to do such a thing, he hadn't been in his right mind, but she was incapable of asking for the locket. She physically couldn't tell him she needed the locket. With a jolt she got to her feet and rushed into the room where D'Angelo was, panic in her eyes as she looked from Igraine, to D'Angelo, then finally to William. He would notice her locket was gone when she tapped her chest. The golden chain was gone.
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Igraine smiled at D'Angelo and settled herself on the stool before her dressing mirror. She was more drained than she had planned but it wasn't something she would find too detrimental to her health. Her eyes sought D'Angelo's and she shook her head.
"I'm afraid, my friend, you were under the Siren's call. Once she stopped secreting her pheremones you were unfortunately enamoured with our young Nymph. I think she was quite taken with you." Igraine got to her feet, smoothing her pants at her hips when William came into the room. She smiled warmly at the man and stepped close to him in order to look at his arm.
"I see my mother set it right. I do have something that should immobilize it even better." Igraine turned to a small chest near her closet and opened it. She leaned over the chest for a moment before pulling out what looked like a pre-made sling. Igraine walked back to William and carefully reached around his neck and untied the strip of fabric that held his arm up on his chest. She moved her hands to catch his arm gently.
"Hold your arm here." She indicated with one gesture. She smelled like roses and lavender, very fresh and alive. She pushed her hair over her shoulder and quickly worked at getting William's arm into the new sling which was going to be infinitely more comfortable. She got on her tip toes and fastened the sling behind his neck and checked the bindings carefully.
"There I think that should do it. I heard from my mother that you were at the gates to help bind the Siren. My thanks to you. I am Igraine Lothair, High Queen of Ulster." Igraine smiled and took his unhurt hand and shook it firmly. "I don't believe I have the pleasure of your name though. I should like to welcome you to Ulster properly for your efforts."
It was then that Nimue came into the room. Igraine glanced over at her and frowned at the look of her pale skin and the clutching of her chest. Then she realized what was wrong.
"Where is your locket, Nimue?" Unfortunately she believed she already knew, just by the way that Nimue was looking at D'Angelo. Something told her that she couldn't help but love D'Angelo for having her locket -- but she also couldn't ask for it.
"Oh, dear. Well that seems like a very difficult situation." D'Angelo had to willingly give it up to her in order for her to get it back, or he had to willingly give it to someone else in order for the possession of Nimue to change hands. A very sticky situation for a man that had just been enamoured deeply with the sight of the Nymph. Not to mention he didn't seem like he was the loving type outside the Siren making him out of control. Nimue might waste away with want of him if he didn't acknowledge her love of him.
"You're quite handsome Vylrath, for a man that has sired such a beautiful queen. You must be truely amazing if you have caught the eye of the Lady Kahlan. She seems so out of reach to everyone with her knowing eyes and beautiful face. Even by our standards she is incredibly beautiful. Perhaps that is why Queen Mab took to her so quickly when she was younger." Nimue caught herself babbling and she blushed as she took a seat. She could feel D'Angelo in the next room and she could sense William. The feelings were different though, she was drawn to D'Angelo.
Nimue shook her head and pulled her hair around and began to braid it carefully. Idly she drew her fingertips along her neck, a gesture that Vylrath would no doubt find incredibly alluring -- but she paled. Her hands flew to her throat and she patted herself, even going so far as to fish down the front of her bodice looking for something that was no longer there.
"Oh no..." Nimue looked up at Vylrath with a mixture of respect and abject terror in her eyes. Her life, her soul, and her heart were in D'Angelo's hands. He had taken the locket that gave her over body and soul to any man that procured it. She knew that he hadn't meant to do such a thing, he hadn't been in his right mind, but she was incapable of asking for the locket. She physically couldn't tell him she needed the locket. With a jolt she got to her feet and rushed into the room where D'Angelo was, panic in her eyes as she looked from Igraine, to D'Angelo, then finally to William. He would notice her locket was gone when she tapped her chest. The golden chain was gone.
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Igraine smiled at D'Angelo and settled herself on the stool before her dressing mirror. She was more drained than she had planned but it wasn't something she would find too detrimental to her health. Her eyes sought D'Angelo's and she shook her head.
"I'm afraid, my friend, you were under the Siren's call. Once she stopped secreting her pheremones you were unfortunately enamoured with our young Nymph. I think she was quite taken with you." Igraine got to her feet, smoothing her pants at her hips when William came into the room. She smiled warmly at the man and stepped close to him in order to look at his arm.
"I see my mother set it right. I do have something that should immobilize it even better." Igraine turned to a small chest near her closet and opened it. She leaned over the chest for a moment before pulling out what looked like a pre-made sling. Igraine walked back to William and carefully reached around his neck and untied the strip of fabric that held his arm up on his chest. She moved her hands to catch his arm gently.
"Hold your arm here." She indicated with one gesture. She smelled like roses and lavender, very fresh and alive. She pushed her hair over her shoulder and quickly worked at getting William's arm into the new sling which was going to be infinitely more comfortable. She got on her tip toes and fastened the sling behind his neck and checked the bindings carefully.
"There I think that should do it. I heard from my mother that you were at the gates to help bind the Siren. My thanks to you. I am Igraine Lothair, High Queen of Ulster." Igraine smiled and took his unhurt hand and shook it firmly. "I don't believe I have the pleasure of your name though. I should like to welcome you to Ulster properly for your efforts."
It was then that Nimue came into the room. Igraine glanced over at her and frowned at the look of her pale skin and the clutching of her chest. Then she realized what was wrong.
"Where is your locket, Nimue?" Unfortunately she believed she already knew, just by the way that Nimue was looking at D'Angelo. Something told her that she couldn't help but love D'Angelo for having her locket -- but she also couldn't ask for it.
"Oh, dear. Well that seems like a very difficult situation." D'Angelo had to willingly give it up to her in order for her to get it back, or he had to willingly give it to someone else in order for the possession of Nimue to change hands. A very sticky situation for a man that had just been enamoured deeply with the sight of the Nymph. Not to mention he didn't seem like he was the loving type outside the Siren making him out of control. Nimue might waste away with want of him if he didn't acknowledge her love of him.
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Re: Building Anew
by Vylrath on Sat Apr 14, 2012 10:08 pm
Vylrath watched Nimue rush off, his confusion immediate. He barely understood the Nymph, so maybe something about him had set her off. Shrugging, he followed her into Igraine's bedroom, which had suddenly become the destined conference room. Sighing, he noted the presence of the two young males. He only recognized one and that was D'Angelo.
“I see your back to your senses...glad I didn't have to attack you. Whether I like it or not, my daughter needs you.” Vylrath patted D'Angelo on his shoulder and leaned against the wall. He watched his daughter with the other man, mostly out of curiosity. “Who is this now? You seem to attract them from all over- more friends?” He asked, almost annoyed at the amount of people in the room. It would have made everything perfect, if Slyail had walked in that moment.
Looking toward Nimue, he was a little concerned for her. “What the hell is the matter? Don't tell me that he did something...” Vylrath said, watching how she reacted toward D'Angelo. D'Angelo had been on his good side, but not if he did something personal to Nimue.
Shrugging, he decided to let them take care of their personal problems. “He must be a human, if he's got an injury already.” Vylrath said to Igraine, looking William over. She was fixing William's arm, when Vylrath walked in on the scene. He didn't have a problem with humans, but they needed men who could handle the battle field. Humans tended to break easy and need more attention than other races.
William seemed nervous around his daughter, which amused Vylrath all the same. The boy seemed alright, but he would still be watched. Vylrath felt uneasy with all of these new people appearing to aid Igraine.
“I see your back to your senses...glad I didn't have to attack you. Whether I like it or not, my daughter needs you.” Vylrath patted D'Angelo on his shoulder and leaned against the wall. He watched his daughter with the other man, mostly out of curiosity. “Who is this now? You seem to attract them from all over- more friends?” He asked, almost annoyed at the amount of people in the room. It would have made everything perfect, if Slyail had walked in that moment.
Looking toward Nimue, he was a little concerned for her. “What the hell is the matter? Don't tell me that he did something...” Vylrath said, watching how she reacted toward D'Angelo. D'Angelo had been on his good side, but not if he did something personal to Nimue.
Shrugging, he decided to let them take care of their personal problems. “He must be a human, if he's got an injury already.” Vylrath said to Igraine, looking William over. She was fixing William's arm, when Vylrath walked in on the scene. He didn't have a problem with humans, but they needed men who could handle the battle field. Humans tended to break easy and need more attention than other races.
William seemed nervous around his daughter, which amused Vylrath all the same. The boy seemed alright, but he would still be watched. Vylrath felt uneasy with all of these new people appearing to aid Igraine.
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Re: Building Anew
by Herald_of_Fate on Mon Apr 16, 2012 3:10 pm
Emerging from his chamber at last, it seemed a change had come over the Merrow, one that had nothing to do with his change of garments. His azure blue robes, stained with the blood of the recently incapacitated Siren, were gone, replaced by an armor that seemed composed entirely of shimmering blue crystal, a war helm adorned with spiral seashells upon his head. His face was a grim mask, one that was unhappy with the knowledge of what was to come but determined to see his course through. For the first time, the Water Mage bore arms, a pair of ornate gilded Dao crossed on his back. A low hum seemed to emanate from the blades, as if the air itself sought to keep its distance from them. Slyail entered the apothecary, pausing just long enough to allow Alleste to clamber onto his shoulder. The Merrow King stared at Vylrath with a look that was very near scorn.
"The Siren is no longer a threat...though killing her seemed wasteful. She cannot move or speak but she lives." Slyail intoned to Igraine. "I've been told that you mean to journey to see the Unseelie King. I understand your reasons, but I believe someone should remain to marshal your armies. The King openly sent an agent to attack and sow discord, more or less declaring war upon us. The longer we remain idle, the longer he has the advantage."
He looked at the group gathered, wondering who would agree or disagree.
"I'd like to accompany you, but not to bargain or barter with the King, but to end this madness at its source. To kill him. Otherwise, no being here will ever know peace. He will not let you or the child you carry survive outside of his control. I do not know whether we can succeed but I feel we must try."
The Merrow King did not voice what he would do, should they not agree. He would lead a campaign with his people to hunt down and kill as many Unseelie as he could find to draw the Unseelie leader out. It was not an idea he took pleasure in, but he had always felt that evil should be met with the blade, not just talk. He suspected that Vylrath would agree, but would he have the stomach to stand in the heart of darkness.
"We should also seek to find your son, Vylrath. If the Unseelie king knows of his whereabouts, you can be sure he'll be used against us as well. I am willing to try and seek him out, warn him of the danger if he is still on his own. I'll likely need another Vuri to help track him, if one could be spared. I know you'll disagree but he is a greater danger left unchecked than accounted for."
He let his words sink in, waiting for some reaction. Whatever needed to be done needed to happen soon.
"The Siren is no longer a threat...though killing her seemed wasteful. She cannot move or speak but she lives." Slyail intoned to Igraine. "I've been told that you mean to journey to see the Unseelie King. I understand your reasons, but I believe someone should remain to marshal your armies. The King openly sent an agent to attack and sow discord, more or less declaring war upon us. The longer we remain idle, the longer he has the advantage."
He looked at the group gathered, wondering who would agree or disagree.
"I'd like to accompany you, but not to bargain or barter with the King, but to end this madness at its source. To kill him. Otherwise, no being here will ever know peace. He will not let you or the child you carry survive outside of his control. I do not know whether we can succeed but I feel we must try."
The Merrow King did not voice what he would do, should they not agree. He would lead a campaign with his people to hunt down and kill as many Unseelie as he could find to draw the Unseelie leader out. It was not an idea he took pleasure in, but he had always felt that evil should be met with the blade, not just talk. He suspected that Vylrath would agree, but would he have the stomach to stand in the heart of darkness.
"We should also seek to find your son, Vylrath. If the Unseelie king knows of his whereabouts, you can be sure he'll be used against us as well. I am willing to try and seek him out, warn him of the danger if he is still on his own. I'll likely need another Vuri to help track him, if one could be spared. I know you'll disagree but he is a greater danger left unchecked than accounted for."
He let his words sink in, waiting for some reaction. Whatever needed to be done needed to happen soon.
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Re: Building Anew
by Igraine on Mon Apr 16, 2012 3:39 pm
(Just a heads up Herald. None of us are anywhere near the Apothecary. The Monk destroyed it when Thorin attacked Igraine. Everyone is in the Queen's Rooms. Specifically they're gathered at the door of her bedroom. The Apothecary is outside in the garden at the far corner of the walled off Castle property. Just letting you know.)
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