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The minotaur leaned agains the glistening wooden fram of the hold he was sitting in, his large silloette contrasted with the white of the walls causing his form to appear even more mornful than he would have had the walls not emphasized his essence. Warhammer's eyes were forlorn, his breeths laboured, his energy completely drained, the way he was when his beloved Earth Mother vanished. His people were doomed to enslavement now that his contract with the sinner was obsolete, and all these years of sinful servitude a blemish upon his soul. The warhammer that was both a religious relic and a weapon of great power looked pitiful to the aged creature. It was now almost worthless, like the minotaur himself.

The door gently opened, and a beautiful (if not to elves, but the minotaur at least) elven maiden, who was also the captain of the Integrity. She glided acrossthe hold, andsat adjacent to Warhammer, and looked up into his dark morbid eyes. "How are you today?" She asked in a calm, caring voice.

"Its the next day?" Replied the beast.

"Tis"

"An eternity has passed, yet you tell me it hath only been one day since you last came here." His voice held a greater hint of his own tongue, a strong grunting noice similar to that of a bull.

"We have word that Kimmuriel has returned to the lake." She said maintaining her friendly tone.

"News of my peoples defeat, news of my own humiliation to come."

The she elf stood, and walked out of the room, he head bowed slightly keeping the pain of the minotaur in her heart. Even after five centuries of homelessness, Celeste held a great deal of her people's empathy. She climbed up the stairs to the deck, where she and her officers awaited the much anticipated and regreted return of that black skinned child murdering sea caption of a rat.

Really, you put to much worth over one little city." Omega spralled over a large chair, feet hanging over the arms. "Full of humans, no less." One blind eye blinked in her bother's direction.

Alpha leaned against a pillar. "Honoursfield is only part of the equation. really, you think too simply."

Beta grunted. "Omega doesn't think about much else besides.."

Omega lifted a finger. "Curb you'r tongue, brother. Or I'll take an interest in you." Beta promtly closed his mouth.

The First Brother looked back to his youngest sister. "That serum, does it actually work?"

"Of course it does. I test my own work. I'm a regular Doctor Moroe."

"That's creepy."

"You act like you were born from a womb."

"Touche."

She twirled a gold braclet on one slender finger. "Do you want me to...use it?"

"No not yet. We'll first see what kind of effect it has on an animal his size."

"Very well."

Beta tossed his long bangs away from his eyes, changed the subject. "Father's plans weren't all ludicrious."

"No. if only he'd known which ones to complete first. He'd have had this whole region months ago." Alpha hummed to himself.

Delta entered the chamber, disrupting thoughts. She was fully blind, but seemed able to see perfectly fine. "I see new developments in the Panthion. Shifts."

"Are they in out favor?"

She smiled. "Quite."

Onyx was feeling much better. he didn't have the hot and cold flashes and his strength was returning, all be it slowly. It was his twin however, that made him nervous. and not becuase of anything he did, only what he said. Since Onyx had been adamant that he'd been injected with something by a woman named Omega, Moonstone had surmised one of two possible reasons why he was feling better.

Reason one, that his body had found a way to fight off what she put in him, and that's why he was feeling better, or two, that whatever it was had altered something, or his body had altered itself, to adapt to whatever had been injected into him. and the second option worried the hell out of him.

King Jiscal sat behind his desk, waiting for the drow to enter his chamber. It was odd how the creature actually made appointments to come into this room, and even showed up on time. It was very nerve racking, as a drow was not to be a creature to be trusted, even with such a trivial thing as appearing at an appointed place at an appointed hour.

The sea captian entered the room, smiling, flanked by two of the largest creatures that Jiscal had ever seen walk the earth. The were both a very dark brown colour, probably similar to a type of bark on the mythical surface grown nut trees. Each wore a stern expression upon thier bulvine face, and wore only the gear you would expect for a pair of mountian climbers, plus one big doubled headed axe across thier backs. Jiscal's expression revealed he was slightly thrown back by the sudden appearance of the two minotuars.

"This is Vine, and this is Axe." Kimmuriel introduced each minotaur by name. Jiscal could not tell the two appart, and merely nodded. He was trying to think of whether or not it would be polite to offer them a drink or some food, but Kimmuriel continued to speak putting aside the notion of hospitality. "These two will be working for me, because they understand that some deals can go sour when unexpected goddesses die, leaving their people open to enslavement to mine." The drow did not smile, nor did he sound like he was gloating. It merely reflected the conveying of a 'truth'.

"Hello, Vine, and Axe." Jiscal said with a weak voice. His scares from battling a strange underdark hunting cat started to burn slightly at the edges, as expectations of pain began to creep across his senses.

The drow captain shrugged, as both minotaurs snored in a language that barely could be called one. "They say hello." He translated very roughly, leaving out the parts that would not settle well with Jiscal.

"Why are you here?"

"Well, I'm bored." The captian exclaimed.

s**t. Thought Jiscal as he brought his arms protectively in front of himself as he figured a drow scimitar would be coming next.

"I'm not going to kill you." The captain decided.

"I can't trust you." Jiscal replied as he pealed himself away from his stone desk.

"Nor should you ever." The prince replied. "Can you just keep up the good work. I like it when cities are capable of defending themselves."

"Then why did you cripple us?" The king asked rather panicy.

"For fun." Replied the drow.

"Damn you."

"Yep." The captain grinned. "Well, Do you need anything?"

Jiscal fell agains the fare wall. "I guess we could use a few well trained soldiers. You killed most of them."

"Ok, I'll train some of your guards."

Luckily for Arthur he was having his little fun on one of the tables not close to the door, so when the doors suddenly burst open he was a little startled but was able to at least pull away and quickly pull up his pants up before anyone saw anything, a small blush covered his face he was embarrassed alright. He was going to say something but none the less Sevilin was a bit right that what he was doing was rude and started to put on his cloths. "Yeah I believe it is, sorry about that Sevilin." He lightly turned towards the half elf who is now fully clothed and whispered. "Get some of the others to quickly clean this place up would you?" The half-elf nodded and ran off and disappeared quickly.
"Again sorry for what was going on, if there be a next time you wouldn't have to worry about something like this ever again." The young elf sighed a little as he picked up his katana and walked towards the door as the slaves came in to do their work. Not wanting to see Sevilin gaze he quickly left and went off back to his room, he needed some time away from everyone before it happened again.

Well after having sex twice it seemed that Arthur's confidence has rose a little more and he doesn't get embarrassed as much as he use to, which was a major plus for him. But now he was in his room laying on his bed with a small sigh, damn Sevilin why the hell did he have to ruin it? oh well it can't be helped the man was in charge of the place and he had to be very careful what he did for the next little while; but he should also focus on having some restraint while around the slaves, he shouldn't go off and ******** everyone of them while he had the chance it's not like him to do so.

Yup a little time alone in his room should let him calm down before he goes out again, he doesn't need to be seduced by another damn slave again and get caught, damn sex drive out of all the times why did it have to bug him now? He just need to focus on other things now, stop thinking about sex and train some more, learn how to better his magic skills more and just not try to get into s**t again. Arthur sighed lightly as he shifted on his bed, oh was this going fun chapter in his life.

Sevilin was indeed still in the library, he had been overseeing cleaning and making one slave girl a very unhappy thing what with his standards being set oh so high and the poor thing being frustrated. Though eventually he had said she was done, and she had left. Where he had taken back to the books once more, reading up on necromany and other various aspects about the dead and undead. A subject he had never breeched much but now it deemed study.

Of course his wonder little serene and quiet atmostphere was shattered when Arthur barged in, in rather a fluster and he took to the books in frantic fashion. That got a raised eyebrow over the top of the book he was holding and he watched him a moment. If he made a mess...he swore he was going to give him a harder time than that girl did.

He sighed in irritated fashion. "What are you doing?..."

Sevilin merely strared at him a moment, watching the supposed elf go about his little frantic search...at least he was being clean and organized about it. That would really piss him off if Arthur were to just chuck books around or haphazardly piling them. Zahara did that...and it drove him crazy as well. But he shook his head a moment to clear his head of her, or to at least try to.

Then he slowly raised an eyebrow at him and didn't say anything. Why was he all panicky? "If they're from this plane...then no. I know little of this plane...seeing as I am not from it and don't seek to learn too much about it outside what my job and place is here. If I feel the need to...perhaps I will." Then that boring emotionless look held Arthur once again. "Coldiron...sounds surfash trash. Why do you ask of them? Surface elves after all wouldn't be a common subject here in the Underdark."

Oh hell he was doing that making conversation things again.