Zetsumei's Paradaisu

[Deadman Frost]

{Nope}

[Kazark TorAna]

Through the bowels of the world she'd traveled. She and her silent retinue of servants and lackeys. Where, one might wonder? Easy. Kazark was returning to where her life upon the surface world had truly begun.

"Delmah..."

Well, as close to a home as she could have in this time and place. The Zetsumai's Paradisu, Death's Paradise was the literal translation, this was a grand place to start anew. Not that Kazark truly cared. There were no real feelings of nostalgia. No sentimental attachments. All she cared about was that this was the perfect place to set up shop. The Underdark of her time was dead and gone and what was left had largely fallen into unprofitable chaos. Truth be told, Kazark had no desire to return to the world of her race and it's oppressive social structures that set house against house, sibling against sibling, even children against Matron Mother. Not that she wasn't a firm believer in the strong survive. If her time upon the surface had taught her anything it was that not all gifted beings were strong. And besides, it was damn near impossible to un-kill a talented minion once his head has been removed. Here in deserted and dusty Death's Paradise that House Tor'Ana could be reborn and actually thrive.

The groaning of the earth beneath what had once been a stronghold of the legendary Vlad Tepes, and even the stones of the ancient castle itself whispered to the great Drowess as she floated through the lower catacombs on her shining black hover disk. It told of empty halls and a grand staircase swirling with leaves blown in from unshuttered windows. Of dust covered paintings and moth eaten tapestries. Of unused cob web filled rooms and a marble ballroom that no longer echoed with the music of it's prime. And finally of a magnificent clock that had stuck the twelfth hour, the hour of death upon it's face, for what might well have been it's final bell. A place devoid of life. And yet as she ascended through those same corridors to the hidden passages at the ground levels of the castle there came the vague feeling of being watched. And even a mild, sleepy sense of slightly malicious curiosity. But how could that be? Zetsumai's Paradiasu was long deserted, it's soul silenced with the death of it's former owner.

Kazark's elegantly tapered ears twitched ever so slightly before dipping to lay back against her gleaming white locks. The halls were so very familiar and yet the unsettling sensation of not being alone in a deserted place grew stronger, giving momentary pause to even one such as she.. This led the Matron Mother to expand the barriers of her highly trained mind, sending a great rippling psionic web wafting through the hallways, rooms, nooks and crannies of the ZP in search of conscious thought. A search which turned up nothing, except those same vague yet lingering emotional sensations.

With a derisive snort and a shake of her lovely little head, she pushed those unsettling feelings aside. But then again, the Drowess was an expert at setting any kind of emotions aside. What ever it was, Kazark was convinced that her power was such that she would either banish it to the beyond or use it to her benefit. Anything that was good for her was good for her House and thus good for Death's Paradise. Nothing and no one would stop her from claiming this place as her own now.

[CT_Shogun]

(.......?.......)

[Ayva Devereaux]

-[ ninja ]-

[Kazark TorAna]

Location: Far beneath the Gaian surface, directly under ZP


From on high, perched upon her shining black hover disc, Kazark watched as a multitude of minor minions made ready her new home. At her command, the rough natural stone walls, floors and ceiling of the gargantuan natural cavern of blue garnet was to be carved to a perfect high ceiling dome. For days, the sounds of hammer and chisel accompanied by the occasional Dwarven curse echoed throughout the chamber. From the smooth surface of the dome protruded faux support ribs finely sculpted with an intricate floral design and polished to a matte shine by enthralled Dewar. No windows marred the walls, as they were deep underground, beneath the great castle that was Death's Paradise. Nor were their any candle sconces; Light was unnecessary in the home of a Drow. Only the natural entryways, now contorted from their natural irregular shapes into graceful pointed archways

The floor that the talented if demented craftsmen were creating was a whole separate affair. The natural stone was first smoothed then cut deep with a rather unique and lovely pattern. That finished, the stone cutters moved on to polishing the smooth surface of the granite floor to a high shine while Dewar jewelers marched in to toil on the inlay. In the carved out shapes in the floor, they fitted a myriad of jewels, detail designs carved on the underside to to create a stunning picture of inner shape and depth. Slowly the most beautiful of pictures emerged. Carefully set into the magnificent floor bloomed the most unusual bouquet. Each flower consisted of five heart shaped petals of deepest crimson accented with vibrant plumb and rich azure hues. Almost as if each had been hand dipped in blood. These seemed to form lovely little stars around long curved pale yellow pastels while twisting vines and plump spade shaped leaves of vivid and varied greens connecting each to the other. These were the same curious flowers that graced the dome 'supports' and decorative archways. So perfect were the fittings of the inlaid gems that even up close, one would never be able to see the separating seams; Neither gem to gem nor gem to rock.

At long last, when the room was complete, the Dewar craftsmen scurried off to crave out of the great Lady's private chambers and rooms for her sizable retinue as well as work rooms, common rooms and kitchens.while a group of lowly imps rushed in to give the extravagant floor a final polish. When complete, the gloss and sparkle of the blue granite and gemstone inlay seemed to glimmer in the deep darkness. In Kazark's darksight, the floor was naught more than blood red flowers and their adorning vines floated in very center of a deep pool of clear dark blue water. Indeed such an exquisitely wrought work of genius might give the unknowing visitor some pause when about to set foot upon it. So complete was the illusion of depth, one might well fear sinking into it's crystalline void never to return. Exactly the way she wanted it.

"Llieh... Zifreinn tet." Kazark purred, her sultry voice echoing softly about the empty dome.

(Yeah yeah... Long time coming. But hey! I have been busy courting the muse. And man! Is she a fickle b***h!)

[Kazark TorAna]

Just as the loathsome creatures finished with their task and began their groveling exit, Kazark would clap her delicate hands together thrice. The sound of her summons bounced delightfully off of the polished stone interior, bringing a deceptively charming if slightly crooked smile to her lush crimson swells. Responding to her call, worshipful Drow lackeys of low birth swept in, bringing with them yet more opulence to what would essentially be Kazark's new throne room. Around the borders of the room, were laid soft thick carpets in blue and green hues. Upon them were placed sumptuous couches and chairs, upholstered in rich red brocade. Dark grained and exquisitely carved wooden tables stood adorned with vibrant subterranean flora in elaborately painted vases. Leaving the flower design well exposed in the center of the huge chamber.

At long last all was perfection.

It was then that the Drow Matron descended languidly from the domes heights. Her gaze drifting with contrived indifference about the regally appointed room.

"Lavelle..." Kazark purred, her musical voice reverberating throughout the chamber. "Doer fau'lad ussta tet vel'xunyrr."

From darkness to darkness, a figure stepped into the newly completed throne room. Those with darksight would have seen a willowy being. Full pouting lips twisted into a wicked smile as exotic eyes of intense feline gold peered from under thick sooty lashes. All long limbs and graceful motion, the lady Lavelle appeared in her natural state, wrapped in a gown of blood and shadows. Sensuality personified. Heartstoppingly beautiful, though that was not unusual for a creature such as she. Hybrids frequently were. True red hair tumbled down in silken locks around small upturned black horns and long tapered ears. The front most strands framing the creamy brown features of her face in lazy waves while the rest cascaded in various lengths around her shoulders and down the elegant curve of her back. The longest of which ended at last in flirtatious up-swept curls at the swell of her rounded posterior.

"A dosst quarth, Ussta Jallil." The newcomer Lavelle replied, dipping down into a deep regal curtsy then back up to her full height, her long spade tipped tail undulating lazily behind her.

Though she spoke perfect Ilythiiri, she was no Drow. No, the lovely she demon was of the Succubi race. Or at least by half. Her other half was Human and it showed in the softness of her facial features, the absence of wings on her back and the lack of claws at her hands and feet. Needless to say the blending of the two races worked exceedingly well in Lavelle.

Looking the lovely young Succubus up and down, Kazark could see immediately that at least physically, she had chosen well when enlisting Lavelle into her service. It remained to be seen if the sultry Demoness would excel in the intelligence field as Kazark hoped that she might. But the tiny Drowess seemed to have a good eye for such talents in others. Thus she felt sure that her latest recruit would not disappoint.


"Ol zhah ussta daewl nindel dos alu doeb wund l'shinduago tresk'ri, ussta dalhar." Kazark purred softly as she descended further to the level of Lavelle's gaze. "Morfeth mzil weafl abbilen. Lu'ser dosst haren pahntar whol jala ritzeld de'lu'mith nindel dos xal kl'rath naudal."

"Ol zhal tlu 'zil dos telanth, Ussta Jallil" Lavelle acquiesced, a wickedly mischievous smile gracing her crimson stained lips as she dropped slowly into yet another deep curtsy.

Eager to begin what promised to be a pleasant and quite possibly intriguing assignment, she wasted not time in departing. Without even rising back up, the Demoness dissolved from head to toe into a serpentine mass of thick black vapor. Said vapor then withdrew, back out the corridor from whence it had come. From there, it sought and found it's way through the Underdark's many passages. Far away from Death's Paradise to one of the countless surface openings. This one happened to be on an island. A tropical island with a somewhat active volcano and magnificent black sand beaches.

"Sweer..." Kazark purred, quite pleased with her progress thus far.

[CT_Shogun]

(( -ponders posting- ))

[Alexander S Aurelius]

.:} .......Eventually I'll post with Isley. But I'm not ready to bring him here yet. >_> {:.

[Kayla OOCly]

[Vexy]

(Thus, Gaia never deletes anywherething.)

..::+This place is too great to be deleted. ::..+

..::+ OOOBER late, I know. ): +::..

[Deadman Frost]

{Some places are trying to be revived but good luck to those that try}

[Kayla OOCly]

..::+ Not so much in the reviving part. More-so to the "In Loving Memory" Part.. +::..

..::+ This was the first place I visited on Gaia. I have memories here. +::..