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PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 5:24 pm


A rather helpless look at the little question bombardment. Then she put one hand over Jell's mouth, the other of Juan's and shushed them. "You can not eat anything that is not actual food, you can not destroy things int he house...especially if it looks expenxive. You may play your tricks as you please but you will not destroy things, get people maimed or make Maliks' temper flare...okay?" She was making a deal...with imps...boy had she gotten herself into this time...always had to stick up for the ones that irritated Malik yet found a liking in her.

Kieran? He cust crossed his arms lightly and laughed...thouhg it was obvious that he was trying not to really. What could he say? It was quite the thing to see Piper say she was going to try and control imps...and then seeing if she could actually do it to any extent.
PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 5:37 pm


More questions. "Is a ming vase expensive?"

"Does it hurt to burn someone's hands?"

"What about hair pulling?"

"Finger bitting?"

"How about eating leather boots?"

"Or gloves even?"

"Does it hurt to sit on horse shoe nails?"

"Does Malik get angry if we..."

"Or if..."

"What about..."

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:14 pm


Another one of those looks. She could handle them? Hoped she was right... "Yes, yes, no pulling, no biting, no boot eating, no glove eating, yes, yes, yes, yes." Normally...Piper would be yelling right now...but she didn't like yelling at the moment, even the sound of her own yelling she knew would be a little too much for her right now...besides after all that screaming, she didn't want to hear her voice above normal levels. "Yes please behave?" They got a pleading look from her. "Do your playing outside? Or in....Lostagrace." Yeah that was a good place for thier havoc.

Another laugh from Kieran. "Hope you're not planning on having kids anytime soon PIp. Because they're just like this. Even you were."

"By all elven gods..."
PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:20 pm


"I wonder if muzzles count as tagging. Kieran, woudl you like to see the vault? I need to get soem items for Jiscal out of it."

And that's where Malik was off to, the vault he kept all his magical talismans and armors and weapons.



Onyx caught those silks before they hit the floor, and glanced around...and took a nice, deep inhale of them, and her scent on them. Okay so he did have a crush on Whirlwind, and liked the smell of her as much as the look of her. scents have always been a big part of Vah life, after all. then he drapped her silks aroudn his neck and took them to teh nearest slave to send them to get cleaned. Then back in the room..sitting down, watching the staff...then the door. staff, door. staff, door. though everytime the gaze got shorter on the staff, and longer on the door.

Then he went from sitting on teh bed..to standing at the window, to next to the door. then crouching by the door. the putting his nose to the crack under the door and sniffing in the scent of soap, whirlwind, and hot water.
 

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:22 pm


Slowly opening his eyes, Tarathiel felt the large bumb that had appeared above his left eye. "Oh... Lavi?"

"You can worry about your precious pet later, lover." A sweet femine voice said to the dazed drow, who now realised that this was an oftly soft rock to be lying on.

"Sister, please refraine from calling me lover." Tarathiel asked his kin nicely, not wishing to fall back into very, very ancient memories.

"You did not complain so much at the time... Why can you not fall back into that person, that man who was Lolth..."

"Vierna... what.. How... why?" Too many questions stormed his sore head, "And did you really have to after a third of my men died." The drow placed a hand on his head, and felt his injury. It would heal... it had recently been much worse. He placed a hand over his shoulder, to make sure that something was covering that nasty wound left by Elric's arrow.

"Lolth Favorite, why do you push me away so?" Vierna purred to Tarathiel, "I just want to be the mother of Lolth's Favorite's Son?"

"That is... Not.. .going to happen any time soon." Tarathiel sat up, taking in the environment. The bed was in the middle of a room, an upper scale inn. The decore was uniform with much of Deep Water. At least, he was not home.

Vierna sat on the bed, and leaned towards her brother. "I have already tasted you, and you have been with me. Why not continue-"

"No." Tarathiel interrupted unkindly.

Vierna pouted slightly, in a mocking way. "Who would you rather have as the mother of your children? That half elf? That old woman?"

"Aella and Meilikki are not toys for me to play with as I desire, as you seem to be of me."

"Oh, I have been watching you... You have grown since the last time I have seen you."

"Four hundred years does that to an elf."

"Sometimes I get the feeling you don't like me, Beloved." Vierna moved closer to Tarathiel.

"I need space. Home is too crowded for my tastes... Sister, do recall, I blew up."

"No, you merely were launched into the side of that other ship. Your pet picked you up and brought you to me."

Tarathiel locked his eyes on his sister, and they narrowed sharpely. "I would not be a happy son of Lolth if Lavi is not waiting for me outside." He said fairly sharpely.

"I did not hurt your pet, I merely told him I would help you. I am family after all."

"True enough, and you should remember that-" Tarathiel brought a hand up and caught Vierna's face as she leaned forward to kiss him. "I was drugged, how could I tell you from the spiders crawling around my feet?"

"Oh, you are such a silly boy." Vierna pulled her head back. "It has been seven centries since we embraced... It would be nice to couple once more..."

"Has not mother sold you yet?" Tarathiel asked.

"Only to you, brother." Vierna smiled, which caused Tarathiel to shutter.

"You could always find a nicer son of Lolth back home... That would... Be... Chaotic... as no one would suspect you to-" Tarathiel rolled backwards over the bed to aviod Vierna's advance. "Sister, do behave yourself. I am no longer the child graduating-"

"Oh, that was the grandest year for students. Twelve brave generals and seven wizards. You, of course, have a special place in our archives... Son Of Chaos."

"My mother is your mother."

"That is not what she is saying." Vierna countered.

"You... Should... Know..." Tarathiel had his back against a wall, and placed his right hand on his scabbord, which was empty. His fingers gently sought his trusty Protable hole.

"I took your hole, you can't leave through that solid wall. And to get it back-"

"You will give it back!" Tarathiel barked. "I don't care if I am the fifth child, I want-"

"Uthegentel is no longer counted?"

"He's not exactly alive. I would say not." Tarathiel said causiously. The Death Knight hated not being considered part of the family, but being so far away from him, it was much easier to put that drow in his grave.

"Oh, but what is it to be alive..."

"To... Did you take my whistle?" He asked calmly.

"You lost your dragon call?"

"Oh, I must have left it with Aella..."

"Your special prisoner?" Vierna said somewhat callously, which sound very strange to Tarathiel. Vierna sounded hurt. That was not a good thing. "Do you love her?" She asked somewhat guardedly.

"Love?" Tarathiel responded.

"As I love you!" She proclaimed to the younger sibling.

"I do not know, I am pretty sure she is my soldier and I am her commander."

"No, no, no. Warhammer is your soldier, Sstrl is your soldier, even that little pest of a gnome is your soldier. Special is your prisoner. Your PRISONER OF HEART!" Vierna was starting to worry Tarathiel.

"Or, I merely needed her to do things for me-"

"So you are HAVING HER!"

"NO!" Tarathiel was now on the defensive. This was getting very dangerous.

"Her, and not me. Why brother? Do you hate your own kin so much that you would rather be with a half high elf than one of your own?" Vierna was either hurt, or very angry, or just insane.

"I-" Tarathiel paused, he had not... "If you were always watching me, you know I only sleep alone. Why are you being so... Possesive of me now?"

"Because Lolth thinks that you might not come back to me."

"Lolth, or you?"

"Careful, beloved. You are still only male, and we still have Dinin and Zaknefien to replace you with..." Vierna threatened rather violently.

"But, as you say, I am the son of Chaos."

"And as such, we do not share the same mother."

"Still... I'd rather not."

"Why?"

"Because... I am tired... You know, blowing up and nearly dieing."

"If you had prepared better you would not be in this perdicament."

"Yes, but if I lie low, they might think I am dead."

"Or they could consult Corellon, the false god, and find out you are not. What will you do now that you lost that ship?"

"Nothing. I am more worried about replaceing my ten soldiers and two wizards than I am about that wooden thing."

"Salmander will not be pleased."

"Is he still alive?"

"Are you changing the subject agian? We are talking about you and me and how much we are going to enjoy having a family together."

"Salmander..."

"Do you prefer the company of men?"

"Depends... Is it a choice between you and-"

"Finish that thought and I will wear their skins."

Tarathiel shut his mouth. After a brief moment, "I lost a sword."

"I know. I brought you one... A nice one... I made it myself."

It will probably bite me then. "Thank you, sister."

"Please, call me lover." Vierna's eyes glowed, and she tried to close the distance between them again. Tarathiel simply forced himself to black out.
PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:24 pm


That was like asking a child if they wanted a freshly baked cookie. Of ocurse the answer was yes. A look to Piper though, one of those encouraging fatherly smiles. "Chin up, Pip...there's always a trick and a way." Referring to the imps and then he was off, following after Malik to the vaults. Hey, he was up for a bit of picking through the collection of a proclaimed packrat. PAck rats got along together anyway and he was probably as much of one as Malik himself was.

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:57 pm


Stoneshaper had the wizard where he wanted him, pinned to his chair. The mage seemed keen on using charms, and attempted to sway the other wizard, a young woman, into following him into bed, but Stoneshaper was warned of this behaviour, and had prepared for it as well. "If you so much as think of touching my doughter, I will turn you to stone, Orko. Do not think that Captain will save you, as he would think it a fitting punishment."

Orko did not doubt Stone's words. "Well, if I promise I wont do it again..."

"No promise you make can be trusted. You have spent the better part of your life serving on a ship full of Drow, and who is to say that those wizards have not robed you of what was left of your humanity."

"You are one to talk, Stoneshaper. You do not even use your birth name."

"I am who I am, and Victor Waterway is not the name of who I am, Wizard Orko."

"Well, if you like, I can turn this to your advantage even further... We could share-"

The chair began to squeeze the wizard a tade tightly. "If you so much as think another ill thought of my Rydia, I will kill you."

Orko did not doubt that, nor did he have any spells that would be effective at stopping that fate from coming. Luckily for him, Warhammer mauched up the stairs with Tames. "Oh, thank you Earth Mother."

The minotaur looked at the wizard, then to the female who seemed somewhat drunk. "The Captain will hear of this, but I am afraid we need Orko to find him first. Lavi has not returned and he was supposed to be back presently. This does not feel right." The servent locked his eyes on Orko. "You do know, that if I ever catch you in the act, I will remove your precious so we do not have to worry about these interruptions to our work."

"You are such a pack animal, Bull." Orko shouted at the animal.

"And you have no allies in this room."

"Jin-"

"Is not here."

"You basterds."
PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 7:02 pm


Whirlwind let hereslf sink into the water, covering herself up to her chin. She loved the heat, how it soaked into her shoulders and legs, sat theire like a blanket. She dunked her head in the steaming wter to get her hair wet, she'd need to brush it later. It was so matted and dry that it running her hand through it was like trying to caress frayed rope.

She took some soap and a cloth and began tos crub her skin, which she did somewhat vigorously. She felt dirty all of a sudden. Like she couldn't get herself clean. She rubbed at her skin until it was red, until small tears leaked out of her eyes,

She couldn't stop thinking about...about...what he had done, what she had done afterwards.

Puller he knees up and out of the water, she rested her forhead on them. She did what she could not do all those years ago. She cried.

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 7:10 pm


The elf sat in the bar, watching the crows flow from here to there. He sighed, he would have to look else where for the crew he needed to replace, it was a costly battle, but for the first time in five centries, he actually was ontop. He won.

He even managed to injure the basterd he was hunting.

Elric looked about the room, one more time before deciding that it would be best to check the demihuman settlement to the south. Perhaps he would be able to aquire more wood there too, as this town seemed to be in short supply.

Celeste was talking to a few elves that entered the bar a long while before, but it was looking promising. They had scars around their wristes and ankles, and seemed to be rather hunched. Apparently they were recently dismissed from the castle. Strange, they did not look like attendents.

Elric felt his spin crawl. He shifted in his chair and looked about, and saw what shocked his system. A single drow warrior. Then, it was gone. The archer had stood from his chair and swung his bow around his shoulder, and was about to draw an arrow when the thing was simply gone.

A ghost?

No, he was still in battle mode, his bow needed to find someone to slay, someone in perticular... He sighed and sat back down. He was tired, and hungry. But, he swore an oath all those centries ago, and was going to live up to it.

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 7:10 pm


Malik lead Kieran down two levels, past the spas, and the rooms filled with rule chanting breakers and screaming slaves..and the two that were just reserved for Kaden and Terran..to a brick wall. Malik laid his hand on it, rotated his hand right, and left, the whole section lit up with runes in green. a tap to five particular runes in a pattern, adn he walked through the wall, Kieran in tow, and down another flight of stairs. down a hall, past one illusion of a pit, simply walking over it. through the fire wall illusion...then walking on certain stones the next ten feet, from another illusion that covered the length. that one covered of course that only those stone he was stepping on were real. then to a giant steel door that had no lever, or combinations on it, or a lock for that matter.

a tap on the wall to his right in a sequence, a flash of light and the stone vanished into an opening, and he withdrew a flute. five notes in order, and the sound of five locks opening, and the door opened on it's own to his vault. first thign of course, were the two personal portals of translocation, one for getting in and one to get out. so that's how he bypassed all this before.

The room was filled with weapons, armor, books, scrolls, jewelry, hides, wands, staffs. Armors of all colors, some so black as to be a void to itself, others prismatic and radiant. many that looked like they were made from different kinds of dragonscale. weapons of all manner, axes to polearms. swords of all designs. some looked as though the blades were on fire, others pulsed with colors of thier own, some had smoke pouring off them like a frozen item being defrosted or as like the wind was trying to form stromclouds about the weapons. cloaks that seemed to blend in, adn the red cloak of flames, a black cloak that looked like death himself might wear it. one staff that curled at the top, aglow with brownish-green runes, and one topped with an eight spoked wheel.

Books scattered about. spell books on necromany, and histories there of, as well as various works and speicies of undead, how to create and control them. a few books on other subjects of wizardy and enchanting, nd summonings. what looked like a bible tome devoted to Innoruuk, books on warfare, and weapons usage and styles of fighting. A case of greater lightstones, the glasslike orbs glowing brightly, and all manner of rings and necklcaces and earrings.

"Most of this I never use anymore. designed for specific encounters. But I'd rather have it, and not need it, than need it and not have it."

Then to a battleaxe, that looked like it was constructed of ice, though it gave off no chill or foggy smoke. and a sijple shawl, scribed with dwarvish text int eh same icy looking material, that shimmered a radiant blue as it moved.

"Velium. a metal found only on Velious. it shatters on teh endge upon impact, digging shards into metal, flesh..whatever it strikes. but then reforms on the edge as sharp as ever instantly. strange and unique metal. most think it is becuase Veeshaan, the Wurm Queen, marked that continent witha rake of her claws. blessed the mineral somehow. this axe was Dain Frostreaver the fourth's...before he got replaced by the fifth."

And holding up the shawl.

"This is the Blessed Prayer Shawl of the Coldain. it is made in a long, ritualized process, and I was there to see this one made. the avatar of thier god came to indeed bless it. it is supposed to increase to potency of priests or other magic wielders who wear it to great heights."

A small smile.

"They aren't that impressive. good armor defends the shards easily enough..adn the shawl..well..a dwarves 'great heights' is not quite the same as an elf, now is it. but they might make two dwarves very..arrogant and sow some seeds of discord."
 

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 7:26 pm


What do you do with imps that wouldn't shut thier mouths? Easy, you take them outside and tell them they can do as they pleased...wrecking the stables included. After all, she could always clean it all up and Malik wouln't have a reason to get upset. As the imps went about messing things up and eating things, she was sitting in a pile of hay with a list. What list? A list of all the slaves they owned, all freaking two hundred of them. That list of course told names, genders, ages, and skills. Any fifty huh? Decision decisions. But a two gusts of wind of Zephyrs and a distince snort of anger from Nightmare drew her attention to what was getting the horses so upset. Well, Nerian was scared, Serino was telling her that Nightmare was looking for trouble, and Nightmare...well she was jsut plain angry. At what? Setting the list down Piper got up, giving a pet to both Zephyrs then over to Nightmare, she gave her a pet too. "Ramoth, honglath harl ditronw nin, vel'bol uriu dos ji hasstn?" A look outside the stables...oh so that's what had her so upset...another mare in her territory, around her herd...wait...wasn't that....Terran's horse? Terran's mount it may of been but she was drawn to the chestnut colored, tan and white frosted feathers, winged horse.

Kieran never skipped a beat in his following, never made a foul step. If you asked...he'd say it was a fun little trip down to the vaults. One thing to say though, Malik certianlly did like to protect what was his. Though even Kieran could log away and remember it all and write it down later and possible come down here to poke around in his own free time...he wouldn't. That just wasn't right at all, and Kieran was above that kind of thing. Of course once in the room, Kieran also crossed his arms to keep himself from touching things. Look with your eyes, not with your hands. But a nod to Malik. "You have your point, and I share it. I've never gotten rid of anything that might have a possibel use later. After all, we're elves and we live quite the long time. Though of course that light of scholory curiosity and wonder lit in his eyes as Malik went about show and tell with what he planned on using for the dwarves. "Now that's certinally something you don't see every day. Can be quite the good weapon...luring your enemy into a false sense of security that you use faulty equipment when really you're not. Most useful. So you're planning on using these to deal with Deep Water?"
PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 7:44 pm


Onyx heard crying, and took another sniff, and then kncked on the door.

"Is everything alright, Whirlwind?"

Of course by now her silks were back on hsi bed, after getting a chastizing look for seemingly trying to look through the crack int eh bottom of the door. but hel with them, they were slaves. he coudl smell her all he wanted. wasn't like he was touching or oogling her, was it.

"You're silks are back, clean and pressed."



Malik nodded lightly.

"The dwarves are looking to create a new empire. thier leader, whom I'm guess is the one Tarathiel bragged was trained by him..I'm hoping that he'll accept these, leave Deepwater alone for now..but I'll have them delivered to two different dwarves. probably with a note about hwo grand they are and why aren't they incharge type thing. then hope they turn on the leader, and then let the dwarves weaken themselves and let Jiscal clean up afterwards."
 

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 7:52 pm


Surprised, Aella chocked back her tears. She waved a hand Idly at the door. "I-I'm fine. It's nothing." She sniffed, hiccupped. She'd really let herself go, hadn't she?

God, what was she doing here? Taking a bath in a strange place....she was hardley even comfortable walking though it's hallways. Why did she insist she make heself vulnerable like this? Who was she trying to convince? She wrapped her harms about herself, tried to keep in the warmth from water that was quickly cooling.

"I...I'll be out in a minute." She swallowed,, got out of the bad. She poored water in a basin, cold and clear, and splashed a bit on her yes, making them less red, bringing down the swelling.

She called out the door. "Can you throw in my silks, please?"
PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 8:04 pm


That horse backed off from her slightly, nickering and shaking her head, making hanging reins whip from side to side a momen, fluffing her wings as seh pawed once at the ground, scraping horseshoes against rock. "Shhh...it's okay. I won't hurt you." A little odd that the horse ended up here...maybe she followed off of Serino's scent, wanting to be by another horse in an odd world. After all, she was a little more normal than Serino and surface oriented. The Underdark wasn't comfortable for the mare. Desipte her backing up though Piper continued, reaching out a hand to grab at her reins and pull her closer, gently petting at her, whispering soothing elvish words to her. "You got left down here in the dark, didn't you? I know...it's frightening to be here alone." Piper pet her again, taking to lead her over to the stables. Of course Nightmare wasn't happy about that at all...and she was making that known. "Gi vrine'winith ol Ramoth!"

"Ah, good plan. Turn them agaisnt each otehr and make them do all the work while you claim the glory for the idea. SOunds reasonable enough. Not to mention why put yourself in a fray when you can avoid it, uet still gain the upper hand by acting indirectly, yes?" Kieran was then quiet for a moment. "So...you intend to make this place your home. What if you can't keep Captian and Deep Water at bay? Strictly hypothetical."

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 8:10 pm


Jaun and Jell found themselves hooked to the back of Piper's legs, suddenly very interested in the winged horse. They took on the same manner they had when Piper was in bed. There were quiet, they were reserved, and they weren't breaking, stealing, eating, or hurting anything.

Jaun's eyes couldn't leave the animal. "That's a pretty animal, Piper. What is it?"

"I've never seen anthing like it."

"Well...except tht one thing..."

"But it tried to eat us. And then we ate it. This thing isn't gonna try to eat us, is it Piper?"
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