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 Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 9:55 pm
Mikaril watched the female keenly and his eyes closed with obvious relief when the spell began to recede. When his throat was free, he tried to take a deep breath, but forgot that he was wiser to wait until his lungs were free too. He ended up coughing and leaning over, looking as undignified as he felt. Nevertheless, he was glad to breathe in a lungful of air, mentally swearing that he would never take such a thing for granted again.
When the warmth finally returned to his hand, before he even tested his fingers, Mikaril held out the accursed ring to the female. "I take it you'll want this back."He stepped away from the female and brushed himself off, making sure that he could once again move everything and feel everything. Satisfied, he looked at the female with a healthy measure of suspicion. He wondered if he ought to just bolt; the only reason she had caught him before was because he had been preoccupied with his arm; he bet such a thing wouldn't happen again. But then again, he had yet to see such an enchantment as that ring. Like something the OWS might have used, he mused. He decided that it wasn't worth the risk, especially since this entire episode reminded him harshly just how much more vulnerable he was without his armor.
So far the female had given no reason for her reversing the spell; he didn't know if she had accepted his offer or not. He decided to wait and see if she said anything more to him. In the meantime, he reached into his cloak and felt the familiar shape of his dagger resting comfortably on his hip; anti-metal portals or no, walking completely unarmed in the Underdark was the epitome of stupid.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 10:21 pm
Imordana was relieved when the counter spell worked and the stone receded from the drow's throat. She was somewhat amused when he tried to take a deep breath but ended up leaning over and coughing up a storm, but wisely kept her face blank in case he chose to look up. When the stone had receded from his (left/right?) hand he abruptly brought it up and held the ring out as though it were made of the most disgusting stuff in the world, saying,
"I take it you'll want this back."
Then he stepped back, brushing himself off as though he had been defiled when she had touched him.Imordana's eyebrows narrowed at the implied slight, seething inwardly. When his gaze once again turned towards her face, she almost felt like pouncing on him and beating him into a submissive state but held herself back. Something he had said earlier was brought back to her memory, something about stealing something for her.
Perhaps, he could help her with her quest. She mulled the thought over in her mind for a few moments before she spoke.
"You mentioned before about stealing something for me, that is before the spell turned your throat to stone. Did you mean it? Because if you did, perhaps you could help me with a personal mission."
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 11:04 pm
Not knowing that he had unwittingly offended the female with merely making sure that he could feel most of his skin, Mikaril continued to wait. He had noticed the eye sockets narrowing a bit, but he knew females tended to be unpredictable, and if this one proved to be anything like normal, well, he'd already felt recklessness today; wouldn't be too hard to resurrect that feeling.
He nodded at her words, and carefully leaned back onto the wall, looking more relaxed. "Sure I meant it. It peaked your interest, like I hoped it would, and it's a chance for me to exercise my trade. Keep in mind though, if any of the items you seek have metal, it could take a while, since the portals connecting the towns won't let any metal through." He almost added that that was the reason his armor had been left behind, but he figured she didn't need to know that.
"Although," he said lightly, "I can't imagine striking a bargain with someone when I don't know their name." He straightened up and made an elegant, albeit shaky bow. "My name is Mikaril Torlyl, youngest son of House Torlyl. And you?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 4:24 pm
The female drow felt annoyance when the drow had the audacity to relax and lean against the stone building behind him as he spoke to her.
Damn, he isn't the least bit afraid of me. She thought to herself.
Outwardly she nodded, half listening to what he was saying while inwardly thinking of what she might be able to get him to do for her. It wasn't as if she really needed the skills of a thief just yet, she would be able to get whatever she needed from the University of Magic. But depending on what information she was given on her situation, she might need help from another individual farther down the road. Making up her mind to wait on asking for his abilities as a thief she was surprised when he suddenly bowed to her and told her who he was.
For a moment Imordana stared at him, wondering what he had said before he had bowed. Then she figured she might as well tell him who she was, so that he knew just who he was dealing with. She returned his bow with an elegant well versed one.
"Allow me to introduce myself as well, I am Imordana Fi'reth 'ul, the last surviving daughter of House Fi'reth 'ul. At this time I do not require your services however I can guarantee that I may have a task for you in the immediate future. Is there a way I would be able to get in contact with you in a discreet manner?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 5:01 pm
In truth, Mikaril was quite scared of this strange sightless female; he just figured that an ounce of confidence might go a long way in deception (might make her think he had a reason to be confident) and the calming of his own frayed nerves.
He listened to her introduction, and his eyebrows vanished into his bangs. Sounded like a noble or former noble, since she used her last name, but what had happened to cause her to lose her eyes like that? Females were highly regarded in the world of drow; who would dare attack her? He suddenly became thoughtful. This drow had magic, which meant she could have been a mage or a cleric. So it was entirely possible that either a spell went horribly wrong (he felt his ears burning at that thought) or she had been punished.
He coughed and forced himself to collect his thoughts. "Well, I'm afraid I don't have much in way of communication....however, I am currently forced to be confined to my home city, so it shouldn't be too difficult to find me whenever you need me. I tend to stay close to my House nowadays, since the farther away I get, the more trouble I'll be in, as it were."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 5:22 pm
Imordana felt a smile twitch at the corners of her mouth when he mentioned being confined to the city. This meant that he probably had a tracking spell on him, so that should he step outside it the females of his house would know and he would end up getting punished. When he had concluded his response, she cleared her throat before she spoke.
"Ahh...it's the celebration that's caused the clerics of your house to want you close to home, isn't it? Not to mention the use of a tracking spell to keep track of you and to ensure you don't engage in trouble. Well, if I have need of you, I will locate you, that shouldn't be of much effort now that I've got a fix on you. You may proceed to whatever it was you had planned for the day, I have my own tasks to complete."She said with a shrug then turned to go on her way. She had better get going in order to get answers to all her questions, the more she waited the less chances she would be able to catch those who could aid her in her tasks.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 5:39 pm
Mikaril just blinked as he listened to Imordana and then watched her go. He made a small hmph sound; no 'sorry for nearly turning you to stone. My mistake'. Well, that was females for you, for the most part. Ah well, he shrugged, chances are she won't need me anyway.
He gave hs body one good stretch to make absolutely certain that all of himself was in good working order, and dashed into the nearest alleyway, ready to imerge in another part of the city and scour the area for loose pockets. Or maybe......the thought crossed his mind and stuck as he passed a shabby-looking inn. He always enjoyed a good break-in, and with so many drow traveling about in preparation for the celebration.....
A smile spread itself across his face as he walked casually into the alleyway on the side of the building and once he was deep enough in to not be seen immediately by anyone on the street, began to carefully raise himself up to the nearest ledge.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 12:48 pm
Imordana doubled her pace, almost flying down the street in hopes of finishing the task without any further delay. She was chiding herself for even bothering with laying a trap for the thief. That had been a waste of a spell as well as her time. Oh well, perhaps something would come from it later down the road.
The only thing about the thief that she had found puzzling about him was how he kept himself hidden inside his cloak during the entire encounter. She frowned at this thought, wondering what he had to hide from those around him. She got the impression that he was disgusted with something about his appearance. It was definitely something she would have to delve into at a later point in time.
As the distance between her and the University of Magic lessened, her task began to formulate in her mind once again. She needed a cure for the disease that plagued the Matron, or better yet a counter against the bonding spell d’Maorda had placed on her over a year before. Usually such a spell was only placed on one’s enemy turned slave to prevent them from using the opportunity to kill you. If the matron died she would die with her, and such a fate was unacceptable to her. This was the reason why she was trying to find a cure, thinking it would be easier than to locate a counter spell.
And should she be unable to find a cure or counter spell in time, she could always capture a human for the upcoming celebration and possibly earn the favor of Lloth once more. She only hoped that she would have enough time to accomplish such a feat. If not, here she shuddered, she would die and be turned into some creature in service to Lloth for all eternity. Such an afterlife was one she did not want to succumb to.
“Drat!” She swore under her breath as she came to a stop within feet of the University grounds.
There were wards up all over the grounds, which for her, being covered with magical rings, was not a good thing. Frowning she eyed the wards and then the stone walls of the immense building before her. She may just need the thief’s aid for the task. Sighing, while biting her lower lip in frustration she turned to go back the way she had come. This is when she caught sight of a familiar figure standing outside the warded grounds, his arms laden with a crate full of jars, fumbling with something tied to his waist. A satisfied grin spread across her face as she tossed her hood off and strode over to him purposely.
“Need some help with that Dra’nahfiel?”
The tall male’s head shot up his eyes widening with recognition, as he took a step back, his body tensing up.
“W-what do you want?” He stammered slightly, gripping his crate tightly with both hands as though it could protect him from her.
“I need some questions answered, that is if you have the time dear Dra’,” She purred, as she stretched up to run her hand over his jaw and lips, her face only a few inches below his.
The muscles in his face tightened as he did a weary appraisal of her, his left eyebrow twitching involuntarily, most likely remembering their last encounter several years before.
“I-I could do that, though I doubt I’d be of much help to you.” He replied, wetting his lips.
“Oh I’m betting you will be in one way or another. If you can’t help me there’s got to be someone on the inside who has the information I need.” She replied with a lazy grin, biting his earlobe lightly.
Dra’nahfiel shuddered again turning to catch her bottom lip in between his teeth. Imordana let her body relax against his as she played with his shoulder length hair absently. He closed his eyes, and leaned over placing his head on her shoulder and breathing in her scent sighing at the memories that flooded back at the smell.
“Alright 'Dana, I’ll do what I can to help you. As long as you return the favor in one way or another.”
Imordana eyed him, her demeanor softening ever so slightly.
“I think I can arrange that.” She replied after a few moments.
“Good,” he breathed. “Let me take these supplies to my teacher and I’ll come back to speak with you.”
“Actually I’m in a bit of a hurry. I need to know if there’s a counter spell against a bond spell.”
Dra’nahfiel stared at her a good long moment before he replied.
“By Lloth, ‘Dana! Who put a bond spell on you?”
“My matron, who else? Her disease has caused her to lose her mind and to do crazy things. Though she has enough lucid moments that the rest of the house still follows her orders, and disregard mine. So I either need to find a cure or a counter spell.”
“There may be a counter spell for that, but I’d have to do some research to find out. In case I’m wrong about that, what disease does Matron d’Maorda have?”
“I’m not really sure. The healers came once to look her over but couldn’t figure how to treat it. At first she started losing her hair then she started getting weaker and weaker as the months went on. And then she started going mad and forgetting things. I’ve tried several things but they don’t work for long before she starts feeling sick and starts getting weak again.”
Dra’nahfiel’s forehead was wrinkled in thoughtful lines for several moments before he replied.
“Well it sounds sort of like Lupus save for the madness part. Let me do my research on the two matters and I’ll get back to you soon.”
He started forward only to have her stop him and kiss him passionately on the mouth.
“Thank you Dra’, let me know as soon as you know. As well as when you’d like the favor returned.” Imordana purred seductively into his flushed ear.
“Uh yes, of course ‘Dana. I’ll try and get the news to you tonight at the latest. As for the favor, you can return it in a fortnight when I’ve completed my studies.”
“Agreed. I’ll look forward to hear from you.” She murmured and went on her way.
And without turning around she knew he was watching her leave with a flustered look on his face. Such was the case with Dra’nahfiel, easily seduced into doing favors no matter who the female was. Imordana grinned, Andarta had taught her that before she had met her untimely demise. What a pity that Jaitra and Andarta had been such rivals and had killed each other in the attempt to become the next Matron. And now, if all went well she would become the next one just as soon as she regained Lloth’s favor.
Imordana reached for her money pouch which was hidden on the inside of her hood. She fingered the few coins she had left, and frowned. She would be needing more money for the supplies no doubt, but wouldn't be able to get any from the House treasury. The matron always kept it guarded and spelled closed so that thieves wouldn't be able to get into it. The spell wouldn't be a problem for her to counter, though she might need the help of an actual thief to get the money. It would be better for it to appear to be an outside job, than an inside one.
She sighed, and headed back the way she had come on the lookout for the thief she had encountered earlier. It was just her luck, that she'd have to use his favor up for something so menial. She resigned herself to it, trying to get a "feel" for the thief. She hoped Dra'nahfiel wouldn't take too long in finding out what she needed, not to mention that she would be able to locate the thief before he tried to contact her. She would hate to miss him, especially if it meant she would get to spend a night with him. That, she looked forward with an ever growing yearning.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 6:58 pm
((Bwahaha; poor male XD Awesome yarn-spinnin' Minya! 3nodding ))
Mere minutes after finding the first handhold, Mikaril found himself in a well-furnished room with clothes strewn about. He raised his eyebrows and looked over to the bed, where he could make out the heat-radiating forms buried under the covers, which rustled slightly the way blades of grass might on a meadow, were he familiar with such things.
Grinning, he moved about like a shadow, ebony hands diving into pockets and opening drawers. There were many objects that he wasn't interested in, and nothing really that hinted at any special value, but he settled for a few elaborate trinkets for his trouble, which looked so out of place with the type of clothes he had just finished searching that he wondered if the two in the bed were thieves like him. Nah, he decided once he came across his fourth brassiere, just amorous drow looking to impress.
He peered around and decided that he had found pretty much all there was to find here. He creeped to the window and was in the very act of bringing his other leg up when he saw the female stir and turn over, sleepy eyes blinking in his direction. He dropped down onto the roof with a little less grace than he'd have liked, and hurriedly began to make his way down the wall and into the alley. Up above, he could hear shouts, increasing in volume, and as he looked up, he saw a head poke out the window and scan the street below. He crouched down and froze until he saw the head retract, then he turned and dashed deeper into the alley, grinning all the while. It had been fun, and his encounter with Imordana was already fast becoming a memory.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 7:18 pm
Imordana had only gone half way back to the main street when she heard shouts come from a side street. Without pause she quickly made her way towards the loud voices, keeping an eye out for any fleeing figures. The way she figured, Mikaril was a thief and being kept on a tight leash by his House he would most likely find areas close to his House in which to filch items. A thief's nature wasn't that hard to delve into, if they saw something shiny or an opportune moment in which to grab something they took it without much thought save to escape without being caught.
She sprinted down an alley way, breathing a bit laboriously as she pulled herself up and over a wooden fence and landed on the other side. After a few seconds of catching her breath she was up and moving once more. Once the she neared the voices she slowed to hear what they were saying, and was satisfied to hear them speaking of seeing a thief cloaked in green leaving through their window. She hurried down the street, past the growing crowd underneath the couples window and towards where she imagined he would go to avoid anyone coming after him.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 9:31 pm
Mikaril actually paused for a few moments before truly vanishing to see if he could pick up any choice words the robbed party was uttering. He took a sort of juvenile pleasure in hearing the oaths and uttered threats made by the ones who managed to see him leave with their belongings.
He knew it was best not to linger, especially since a small crowd was beginning to gather to see what all of the fuss was about. He put on a puzzled expression and looked up, though making sure to stay in a relatively shadowed area so that should anyone look out the window and down at the crowd, they wouldn't be able to spot him.
He knew better than to stay too long, so he withdrew with a few drow who were already getting bored with the spectacle and dispersing. He considered putting his loot into his satchel, but he settled for putting them into a pocket pf his cloak; he might be able to find something useful to do with them before he returned to his House and was made to deposit them in the treasure room.
He was still smiling over a particularly dire threat concerning the painful removal of his male goods, when he suddenly spotted a familiar figure up ahead. He knew better than to run, images of their previous encounter flashing through his mind. He sighed and stood there in the middle of the alley, his arms folded. "So, you found me again."
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 11:09 am
When Imordana caught sight of the green cloaked figure in the crowd of people she dared not hope that he would actually wait for her. When he did, she was surprised and rather grateful that he hadn't run off at the sight of her. She drew in deep breathes to regain her composure when he spoke to her.
"So, you found me again."
She wasn't sure if it was her imagination or what she was actually hearing, the tone of his voice sounded resigned and almost...respectful? She shook her head to clear her ears. She had to have been imagining things or day dreaming.
She composed herself and got straight to the point, making sure her voice was lowered so not to draw attention to them.
"I have a job for you. I'll supply what spells you need to get in, all you have to do is steal some gold for me from my House's treasury. I'd do it myself, but it needs to appear to be an outside job, so attention isn't drawn to me.
Do you feel up to the job?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 5:13 pm
Mikaril's tone came more from regret than anything else; he had thought for certain that the female would no longer have any need of him, and the suggestion that she might have need of him was just something to keep him looking over his shoulder for a while. Females never seemed to have much use for males, unless it was for something sensual. And this one definitely didn't seem the type. Although, he thought, I've only known her for less than a day.
His interest peaked slightly at the mention of a job, and even higher at the mention of robbing the female's own House. That brought up some puzzling thoughts. Why would she want to rob her own House? A member could just walk in and take any treasure they wanted (he had done so many times) with only a few wards to worry about, unless the matron was paranoid enough to keep her own family away from it. But there were other possible reasons, each one seeming just as logical as the next. Either the matron was indeed paranoid, Imordana had been lying about being part of a House, or she was in disgrace and didn't want others pinning blame on her.
He shrugged inwardly; it hardly mattered. No one would go through this much trouble to lead the puniest member of House Torlyl, 6th rank or not, into a trap, and so what if she hadn't told him the whole story? He had done likewise; to tell too much was one way to speed along your death in the Underdark.
He smiled and assumed a bit of a slouch. "Sounds...interesting. Supposing I say yes. What would I get out of it?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 5:49 pm
Imordana's eyebrow raised when the male asked what he might get out of the job. Inwardly She wanted to reach out and beat him around a bit, for being so...so...infuriatingly difficult at the moment. She hide her irritation and went on.
"First off..I could have left you as a stone figure for several months had I wanted to. Secondly, don't just stand there out in the open asking what you're going to get for the job! If you want to discuss particulars, let's find somewhere away from all these," here she paused to emphasis the people milling around them with a wave of her hand. "eyes and ears walking around! Let's find a quiet spot where we can discuss these things in private, or you're going to find yourself victim to more than a location spell!" She found herself hissing with a fair measure of pent up rage into his face.
She was pretty sure that she had spit in his face, but wasn't about to back away until he assented to finding a more private area to discuss the particulars of the job, away from the prying eyes and ears of the people.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:17 pm
At first, all Mikaril could do was blink at the female's sudden, rather supressed display of temper, but as Imordana continued, his eyes began to narrow, and when she finished her tirade, he was quite ready with one of his own.
"Okay, first of all, what's done is done, and I won't be stupid enough to fall for that again, so that threat's pointless. Second of all, if you know my profession, you know we don't do things for free, especially if we feel the client isn't being completely level with us, which you haven't been!"
He normally wouldn't be retaliating so to a female, but he had been beaten, tagged with a tracking spell, turned to stone, and now here he was being spit upon by a female who seemed determined to be angry with him no matter what and threw around some pretty tough talk for having no eyes. He was fast getting fed up, and another part of his brain was even beginning to weigh his odds if he were to just run right then and there and forget the job.
The last threat was what did it. He narrowed his eyes further, ignoring the spittle that speckled his face. "I would think you'd be used to being looked at by now." ((Your charrie has my permission to slap him for that one. >.<)) He had just called a rather bold bluff; he felt entirely convinced that the female standing before him either had no house, and therefore less intimidation, or was enough in disgrace that he could risk not getting into trouble for any retaliation he might do.
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