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 Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 11:09 am
M continued to watch the ritual from within the crowd in silence. Standing along with all the other members of the House, M simply remained still as those around him jeered at the torment and destruction of the elven woman. Once more, M didn't care nor was he terribly impressed. From his standpoint, he just witnessed the destruction of precious material. A sigh wanted to escape from his lips, but the Drow kept them in as he continued to listen as the Priestess made her last statement before disappearing off the stage.
Always one to be logical, M pondered on what was said during the entire speech about surface elves. A smile played on his face as he caught holes in the accusations made, and remembered he was once more amongst his kind again. In the Underworld of Drows, logic always at times seemed illogical and religious fever was the key to power. At least, in this society it is. After years of traveling and learning, M found other ways than praying over and over to a God or Goddess that at times listen to deaf ears. Instead, the Sorcerer preferred making his own powers. Earning it through his own skills and ways, till he was hopefully one day strong enough to challenge the Gods themselves!
With these thoughts swimming in his mind, M's heart began to race as his face glowed along with the crowd. Unlike them, his fever wasn't for the demise of the surface elf, but on the idea of ascertaining power beyond his wildest dreams. But first, he must master Death. With that, M's fever died down and his mind returned to the scene at hand. Slowly portions of the crowd began to die down a bit.
I guess soon it will be time for the ball. The Archmage thought as he glanced over to those around his proximity, seeing what they had planned next. Glancing over to the area where the nobles were, M slipped through the crowd to get closer to them, perhaps even catch a glimpse of the Priestess once he reached the area.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 4:19 pm
Lariexith got up from her Throne and stood starring at the stage. Her daughter was no longer in sight and the crowds began to thin out of the Temple. Slowly, the Matron's mouth broke into a sly smile of approval. As brutal as the ritual had been she knew that the ceremony had to be displayed in front of all the drow house members, new and old. This display would show them the true ideal of the drow lifestyle and Lolth's Will. And this is what Tor'afin has planned to do in the times to come.
As the Matron stepped over the balcony to get onto her DriftDisk, she hoped and gave a confided prayer to Lolth herself. Hoping that the offering had been recieved and would give Tor'afin more of a step up then the other Houses.
With guards flanking on either side and giving her a wall between herself and the other members. The Matron made her way back up to the top of the stairs to get off of the Driftdisk and head to the Throne Room to get to her Sanctuary to ready herself for the ball. Being a Matron she had an outfit for pretty much every occassion. But upon coming to the Throne Room, she saw her doppelganger guard captain waiting for her.Upon seeing his Matron, the doppelganger went into a bow until told to rise and speak."What is it?" Lariexith spat at him. She hated when there was an obstacle in her way every time she sets out to do something that's already been planned out. The doppelganger rose his head promptly and handed her the letter, "A letter from House Aleanduis, second House of Ulorbbath."Lari didn't take the letter and continued to stare at him, "Second...house?""Hun'Afin has fallen. Aleanduis is now second. And our House is now--" "Third..." Lari cut off her guard to say the word herself. A sinister smile formed on her lips. After starring into the back corner of the room for a minute, she then came back to reality and looked back at the doppelganger, "Open the letter and read it to me," she said as she made her way over to her Throne and sat upon it. Clasping her hands together as she fell into her own thoughts.Feeling a bit awkward, the doppelganger turned about and faced his Mistress' Throne. Slowly the captain tore the seal and opened the envelope to retrieve the letter, unfold it, and read it aloud, "Lady Jhaernyl Dear Matron of Tor'afin I would like to request your public appearence and any noble you desire to attend a feast. this feast will be to discuss the futures of our two houses among other things. i have no intent on kill you or any one in your house. pleas elet me know if you choise to intend. Signed Vasune'avin alaenduis.
Lari then swung her mace back and hit another gnome in the face beside her throne. Looking what she had done, she then threw her arms up in the air, "Can we avoid putting these things here! Really! All it is, is making a mess!"
Putting her arms down, she placed an elbow on the arm of the Throne and pressed fingers to her head, "Give me a scroll and a pen. We'll go to this dinner if she wishes it. But that means our new member will be given his first assignment outside of the House. I'll have him accompany me and see how he fairs. I'll leave Briza here to be in charge of the House."
Another gnome slave approached her cautiously to give her a pen and scroll. The moment Lari snatched it from his hands, the slave was gone in three seconds out of the room.
Lari then placed the scroll onto the arm of the Throne and pressed the pen to the scroll to write her response. Once she was done, she handed it to the doppelganger captain, "Get a slave adorned with the Tor'afin seal and have it report to Aleanduis immediately with the response letter!"The doppelganger placed the response letter into his chest pocket and made a bow to the Matron before exiting out of the room. Once the doppelganger captain was gone, the Matron then resumed heading back to her Sanctuary to adorn herself with a slim midnight blue gown that seemed even more revealing then the other dress. It was held together by small silver chains. Hiding in a garter was a short, serrated throwing knife that was dipped in poison and enchanted to return to her hand.
She then exited her Sanctuary, exited the Throne Room, and was flanked once more by guards that helped led her to the Ball Room. Once she appeared on the stairs that led down into the Ball Room, everyone turned their heads to acknowledge her entrance. The Matron then made her way over to the musician's stage.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 12:06 am
By the time the House Archmage made it to the front of the stage, almost most of the population has dispersed either to change into their Ball clothing or straight to the Ball room for the celebration. M frowned as he studied the alter and recalled the events that have just recently occurred. He grunted and then turned around, noticing his Matron floating off with guards at either side of her. In silence, the Sorcerer observed the female's movements and actions, noticing her mouthing something as she floated away.
M grunted. We make our own luck. It is not given but created. The dark robed spell caster reasoned as he glanced once more at the alter where the young naked elf was. Now the only evidence of her presence was the ash and soot her charred remains left behind. Shaking his head, the Archmage disappeared to follow the crowd heading to the Ballroom.
It wasn't long for him to find the extravagant Ball. Noticing the variety of people there, M carried a stoic expression and ventured to an uncrowded portion of the large Ballroom. Being more a recluse than the social type, M simply folded his arms together, his staff resting near his side, and leaned against the wall. His silver eyes darted amongst the crowd, watching as the Drows went about playing their little political tagging game of this and that. He had no time for such games. Instead, he wanted to go out and work on his quest for immortality. Instead, he wanted to do nothing but read, experiment, and perhaps eat. But only when needed.
He sighed to himself, sure that no one would hear as he closed his eyes for a moment. Blah. Foolish elves. They waste their energy and efforts on extravagance when more could be spent on gaining power. The Archmage reasoned as he continued to think to himself, trying to remove himself from the social atmosphere as much as possible.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 9:03 pm
As the Matron made her way gracefully over to the musician's stage a slave stopped the Matron to whisper something in her ear.
"WHAT!" her shriek rang out and echoed through the arched ball room.
Everyone looked at her in shock. Once she discovered that she had drawn that attention to herself she looked around and gave a smile and continued her graceful walk all the way up to the stage to give her speech.
"Welcome everyone! This is a happy afternoon indeed!" her voice trailed sarcastically as she continued, "What started this Ball was the newest edition to our House, our new Archmage," she gestured her hand to M who seemed to be standing towards the back of the room away from everyone.
"All mages will be reporting to the Arcane Wing tomorrow morning to begin their training. We have much to do. Tor'afin will be making a name for themselves in the months to come. All of the houses in the city will recognize our name and RESPECT it," she emphasized the word almost into a snarl.
"Another thing we are celebrating is the new rank we have established. Tor'afin is no longer fifth place but fourth.... I THOUGHT we had established a higher rank but that has unfortunately been taken from us!" her voice suddenly became a whining shriek, similar to her outburst from the beginning.
"But I shall not worry. As I said Tor'afin is a strong and dedicated house. Always training to become better. In time, by the powers of Lolth I know we will go far in rank. Well, that is enough chit chat now. I will allow you all to enjoy yourselves with the Ball. You may leave whenever if you wish. My only request is that I see the Archmage in the Throne Room after the Ball. Thank you," she then bowed her head and left off of the stage.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 4:33 pm
M noticed the music die down, a sign that something very important was about to happen. And of course, something did as the Matron of the House made her appearance to the crowd. Pushing himself off the wall, the Mage stepped in closer to the limelight, watching as the powerful Drowess began her little speech. Apparently M would have a very busy day tomorrow with all the mages coming in for "training". This caused a smirk to spread across the Sorcerer's face as he continued to watch the female rant.
"Fourth, eh?" The Archmage thought as he adjusted his staff to join in the cheering of the House's new position. Clapping his hands together, the silver eyed Drow watched as the Matron vanished from sight. Those who were nearby glanced at him wearily as they studied his odd appearance, quickly dismissing him as a nobody as they went about conversing with one another. M grunted in equal disgust as he decided to find a suitable place to relax till the event has ended.
Finding such a place near once more at the back of the ballroom, M took a seat at an empty table that held eight seats. Watching as many socialized and discussed the cruel Drow politics amongst each other, M couldn't help but hold some revolting ideas about the fake dark elves. I would prefer the cold touch of a textbook than the cold touch of these nasty and dark Drows.
He sighed as he noticed a glass of wine suddenly appear for him from one of the many servants that went about the place. Raising a brow, the Spell Caster shrugged as he took his drink and enjoyed it. Figuring there was no point in denying himself the fine taste of being a noble while amongst their evil kind.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 4:42 pm
Briza made her appearance in the Ball Room wearing her usual powder blue gown with white cobweb sleeves. She walked in just like her mother all graceful-like and approached a table where they were serving some sort of juice made on the surface.
Taking one of the filled glasses she then took a small sip and looked up to see the archmage standing across from her and enjoying a glass of some form of red drink. She then casually made her way over and shyly spoke to him, "Good afternoon."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 9:17 pm
The Archmage stirred from his daydreaming to give attention to the familiar voice, a warm smile spreading upon his face. "Good Afternoon to you, Mistress Briza." Bowing his head to the Priestess, the Spell Caster raised his glass and glanced over to a few who began to dance.
"That was quite a lovely mass you gave." He complimented, taking a sip of his drink as he continued to watch couples continue the waltz. "Quite inspiring." He mused, his voice sounding absent-mind like. His smile never left his face as his eyes continued to scan the group of Drows that waltzed and twirled. It reminded was quite a beautiful sight, though a contrast of what the dancers really were.
"So will you be attending teachings tomorrow?" The Drow asked as he smiled and nodded to the beat of the music, his attention appearing to be else where instead of the ball.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 5:50 pm
Briza gave a smile and a small chuckle. Something that few people hardly see from the emotionless Priestess besides her manic-like expressions seen in Mass, "Thank you."
"As for your lectures tomorrow, I will be attending. But my mother has requested that I am taught separate from the other mages. So I will leave the decision up to you as to when you would like to start my training. I guess in the morning before you lecture the others or perhaps after their class?"
The Priestess then noticed the Archmage's motions. She noticed his slight body movement to the music and traced his gaze to the drow couples that were dancing around them. She then smiled as she looked back at M, "Would you like to dance with me?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 12:45 am
The archmage's attention turned to the young Drowess as he gave a warm smile and studied her for a moment. The docile female was a total contrast from the Priestess during Mass. For a moment, there was nothing silence between the two before the young Drow's head moved to a nod.
"Yes. I think I would enjoy a dance with you." M said, his voice trailing off a bit as he got up from his seat and glided over to her. Offering her a hand as he rested his staff against the table, M gave an elegant bow to the Priestess and continued to give his friendly smile.
"Mistress, would you care to dance?" He then asked as he offered to rise from where she sat and join him to the dance floor. Though many not know it due to his appearance and profession, M was a proficient dancer, if not an extremely coordinated one at that. He carried a smirk only comparable to that of a youth asking another to the ball.
"Though you will have to mind me. I am a bit rusty..." He then added, chuckling a bit as he nodded his head. "My original Qu'ellar strongly believed that a noble should know how to properly dance in order to show off one's grace." He then explained as he awaited for the Priestess to take his offered hand.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:35 pm
The Priestess continued her smile as she set her cup down on a nearby table and took M's hand into her own.
"Then it should not take long for you to warm up. I do not doubt your skill in dance. I, myself, have taken a few lessons. My mother very much enjoys parties and expects me to participate..." her voice trailed a bit at the statement.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 2:36 am
"As did mine." Replied the neatly clothed Archmage as he took the young Drowess's hand and placed his own on her shoulder. Listening carefully to the melody of the music and calculating it match his foot's movement, M lead them to the basic waltz. The wizard continued to carry a friendly expression on his face as he danced with the Priestess, not caring about position nor the stares earned from other dancers and spectators.
"I remember my mother teaching me all the basics of Drow culture. From ranks and standings to proper etiquette. Heh, those were the most boring years of my life." M continued as he looked into the Drowess eyes as he let his feet lead them from the waltz to something faster and a tad more complex in pattern. "It wasn't till certain aspects of me began to emerge did I manage to break free from the boredom." He continued as he twirled her with his one hand before taking hold of her again.
"Have you ever felt the same?" He asked, his tone holding no hidden agenda or meaning.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 1:13 am
Matching his movements equally. Briza danced gracefully with her gown flowing about her. Her feet caught at a glimpse with their quick and precise pace with the mage as they continued their waltz and talk. Briza seemed to listen absentmindedly. She was use to controlling her thoughts around mages. After all, her family was full of them.
She listened to the mage's talk about growing up open minded. Smiling and nodding her head as she continued her dance with him. She almost felt like she was in a mild daze; like a calming dream. Dancing the night away. With a man who seemed to be more like her then anyone else in the House. However she concealed that information about her and blocked it out by making her mind clear and focusing on their dance, "I suppose anyone would feel that way. When we are young and learning the basics, all of us young ones just want to start tearing down houses right away."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 12:05 am
"But of course, m'lady. That was your job." The Sorcerer said with an amused tone as he spun her around once more with uncanny grace. His face bore an entertained expression as his lips spread into a grin upon finishing the dance with a quick curtsy.
"It feels only like yesterday since I've danced. You are quite a graceful one, Mistress Briza." The dark clothed Drow mused as he began his walk back to his table and staff. "I see you must of been the most astute student in your educations." He continued as he took his seat again and watched as a few nobles went out onto the dance floor, trying too hard with their smug facial expression and crisp dance. This caused M to grunt in amusement before turning his attention to the Priestess.
"So why the change of location, if you don't mind me asking? Seems strange to have a powerful House up and leave to this small city." The spell caster asked with his attention on a couple of noblemen and women as they attempted their best to mimic Briza and M's own waltz. He snickered as he noticed their sloppy movements and failure to two pace on certain patterns.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:22 am
Briza flashed a small grin when M made mention of how graceful their dance was. But that smile quickly faded as she heard him compliment her education. She wondered for a split second at what he was referring to. Could he sense that she was blocking him out from her mind? Or was he merely referencing her dance.
Shrugging it off, the Priestess finished their dance and walked with him back to the table. Taking a seat across from him and pulling her glass back towards her as she took a sip and set it down dainty in front of her.
She heard him mention about her House's background and paused for a minute. She didn't know if her mother would like her to discuss the true history of the House. If Briza were in charge of the House, she'd erase all previous history of the House and focus more on her tyranny and her reputation.
The Priestess then looked back up at M and responded to his question, "Cities change their size frequently over time. My mother and I saw Ulorbbath as an easy opportunity. Its small now and less competition. But in time, the city will grow and our place will only higher for Tor'afin is known as a House of dedication and strength. Ever perfecting itself. I don't believe any of these other houses will be here for much longer. Unless of course its Rylinndar. I have never seen a first House fall yet."
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 7:41 am
The archmage nodded his head in silence as he listened to the young Drowess spoke of changes and evolution of their House. Despite his attention appearing to be on the dancers, M was listening carefully upon the female's every word, silently amused at the steadfastness the priestess had for their House. Being a wandering Sorcerer, the young looking male didn't share that sentiment easily with anything other than his own skills and powers. Bearing a crooked smile, M turned to glance over to the female and dipped his head to a small bow.
"Well, the only thing constant in this universe is change. It is only a matter of time before someone or something happens in this city to which one person or another gains the advantage. The trick is to be aware of when opportunity knocks and to take a hold of such a time. It is then we can make real changes happen...at least to our favor." The archmage gave a weak chuckle as he shrugged his shoulder before turning his attention on his glass of water. Taking it, the Mage took a small sip before glancing once more to the female.
"Then again, as a Priestess of Lloth, you could always follow the principle that we make our own advantage and opportunities." With that, the silver eyed male gave a smile.
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