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 Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:13 am
QU'ELLAR OUSSANA
Heirs Of The Night
Second House of Au Shinduago
Located appropriately near the market District, Qu'ellar Oussana deals almost solely in trade. Whatever it is, you can be sure it has passed through their hands at least once before reaching its final destination. The patron himself being a gifted alchemist, most of Oussana's income is generated through potion crafting, though mistress Ziervyll is known widespread for her licentious dealings in pleasure trafficking.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:23 am
FEATURES
QU'ELLAR OUSSANA WILL BE UNDER CONSTRUCTION FOR SOME TIME UNTIL ALL DEALINGS ARE METED OUT WITH THE FACTION LEADER.
House Proper
Pending.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:24 am
HISTORY OF QU'ELLAR OUSSANA
Pending.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:43 am
HOUSE MEMBERS
Patron: Vornel Oussana is a shrewd and elusive man with an unending appetite for women and gambling. A native of Ulorbbath, he has shown an aptitude for alchemy since a very young age, escaping the Lolthite chokehold on the city at his first opportunity to foster his talents elsewhere. He is a ruthlessly fervant Vhaeraunite, having gained a substantial amount of favour with the Masked Lord in his servitude.
Ziervyll Oussana: Zievyll Oussana, mistress of House Oussana, is a queen of carnal pleasures -- a perfect match for her ruthless master and his appetites. She's a hard woman to pin, and flighty in her moods; one second sultry and seductive, the next a snide, sneering b***h. The only certain thing that could be said about her is her will to please her master. Though, as an object bought and paid for from the whorehouse in Qu'ellar d'Ssindossa, this is not surprising.
Sparks: An eccentric, brilliant craftsman and alchemist, Sparks is employed as a lower servant within the walls of Qu'ellar Oussana, mainly taking a hand in most of the more unsavory tasks therein.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 4:48 am
ALLIANCES
Qu'ellar d'Ssindossa.
Qu'ellar Hlairyn.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 12:38 am
:. A drow male knelt at an altar, deep in prayer. It would be dusk now on the surface; a time Vhaeraunites revered as most sacred. On the altar was a black bowl, and in that black bowl were ashes. The unmistakable stench of charred flesh filled the air.
A breath escaped his lips. "Ziervyll." They whispered. He waited for the answering slither of silk on stones. When none came, Vornel Oussana rose to his feet.
By drow standards, he was taller than most. Clad in the black attire and half-mask of his order, the Ilharn was dressed the part of a born killer. White hair spilled over his chest, unusually long for a male. It hung loose and tangled after days of meditation. He'd neither eaten nor slept. Now that his long fast was over, the effects of the trance had long worn off.
"Ziervyll." The voice was louder, more commanding this time. It spoke in a dark, melodic tenor, an instrument in and of itself.
He lingered a moment more, eyeing the smoldering remains of his Lolthite prisoner. Deciding it would please the Masked Lord moreso to leave them, he exited the darkened shrine, and went to find the cause of his mate's delay.
"I should not be made to look for you when I call," Vornel declared aloud.
"Where are you?" .:
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 1:30 am
Ziervyll was, of course, a Vhaeraunite. After all, this was his city, filled with his followers. Whatever Gods may once have battled for control, it now sat firmly in his control. So even if the Masked Lord himself couldn't be bothered to come stomping down from above in order to smite one flippant little drow, he had a whole city of manic zealots to do his dirty work for him. Beside that little point, Vornel was himself a fanatic. More than the wrath of any mad city of scoundrels, she feared the wrath of her master. Not enough to make her dumb and docile, lowering her head and demurely answering, "Yes, Jabbuk," to whatever he might call. But while lounging around and answering to her own whims may have been fine in the Starless Sea, where no single God ruled, as a matter of survival she had sworn herself to the Masked Lord Vhaeraun. Anyway, she had to admit that there were worse religions out there to swear herself to. Had her circumstances been different, she may have been one of those spider-kissing, arachnophile Lolthite whores. Perhaps she had simply absorbed too much of Vornel's world-view by association, but either way, the things that Vhaeraun asked of his followers were the sort of things she would be happy to do anyway.
All that together did not mean, however, that she was happy to laze around for two straight days with nothing to do. Mistress of the house or not, Vornel remained one of her main sources of entertainment. . . on oh so many levels. Watching slaves shriek in terror at their own feet could only keep her interested for so long. In revenge for Vornel's cruel negligence of her, after she had tired of sulking like a child, she had decided to organise a surprise for his return to the world of the conscious.
The master bedroom, which had so far been left sacred, outside the touch of her manic redecorating schemes, were eye-hurtingly vibrant in bright splashes of crimson, violent, orange, white, gilded gold, blues, and generally whatever else she could scavenge in such a short stretch of time. A very suggestive likeness of Ziervyll carved from stone, that Vornel had thought he'd been done with once and for all last time Ziervyll had thrown a tantrum and redecorated, was centrepiece.
It was child's play compared to how she had violated most of the rest of Qu'ellar Oussana. Slaves had been pulled from all corners in order to help the house mistress in her dark scheme, and many everyday functions had been put on hold, so furious with Vornel was she with his actions. Religious ritual or not, there was little in this world Ziervyll hated more than abject boredom. Hell hath no fury. . .
The house was filled to every corner with likeness of the drow, usually enacting something outrageous, and deliciously nude. A tableau had been arranged of her in the entrance call, her magnified naked and half naked body greeting all visitors en masse. The walls were hidden in drapes of her choosing, and all their glittering wealth was on display, her greed for gold out in full force.
She waited for him in this obtrusive area of the building, fully clad in one of the few moments of her life. Perhaps she had taken pity on the house, deciding that it had seen enough of her curvature. A fine crystal flute of some questionable liquid, probably laced with drugs, rested in the gentle curve of her hand.
She also wore a smirk.
"Jabbuk. At last you venture blinkingly back into the real world."
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 11:01 pm
Shadow-walking to the courtyard of the house, Val'atar steps out of the darkness with a swirl of his black cloak and strides up to the door. Reaching one clawed hand out, he knocks several times, then steps back to await the guards.
Glancing about, he pulls his long hair back into a tie, then straightens his dark battle tunic while waiting. His crimson gaze slowly trails over the features of the structure itself, curious as to this newest clan of drow within his city.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 11:40 pm
The knocks boomed. Maybe it was the anatomy of the building, enveloping the sound and magnifying it at the same time. Maybe it was the visitor. Or maybe it was her imagination. It was a redundant musing whatever the case. There was someone at the door, and she had a duty. Well, to be more precise, she didn't have a duty at all, she was just bored and quite close. Putting the flute down, she uncrossed her legs and stood, a feline fluidity to her movements as she straightened. Her heels echoed back a reply to the boom of the knocks, marking her passage across the floor. She tucked her thumb beneath one strap of her top, casually flicking it off. A complicated wrap design, with just one or two tugs, it completely unwound, the vivid scarlet fabric fluttering behind her and landing in a splayed heap on the ground, just as she reached the doors.
Her fine boned fingers curled around handle, and she pulled at them with lazy force. They swung smoothly inwards, and she took a few faltered steps back to avoid having them smash into her toes. Ziervyll greeted their mysterious visitor with a brilliant smile.
She had to thank the mask. It hid the minute widening of her eyes. Every other aspect of her posture was perfectly controlled. Completely topless, she lounged against the open door, smiling at the returned lord of Au Shinduago.
"Ilharn Val'atar Druu'giir," she purred, and beckoned him to enter with a curl of her finger, the movement as smooth and graceful as smoke. She turned her back on him, and with her nest of curls piled with artificial disarray atop her crown, the refined curve of her back and the curves of her figure were on perfect display. All the invite he needed, if the finger wasn't suggestion enough.
More interesting than the topless woman who had welcomed Val'atar, however, was the redecoration of Vornel's home.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 2:08 pm
In his return to this city he once called home, Llmryn thought it best to venture out and look around the market place. Surely the city has changed. It was ever changing and growing before his disappearance, and that was not likely to change. More importantly, until he was ready to show himself before the counsel once again, he wanted to familiarize himself with some of the new markets, trades, residences, and possible Houses that were spawned after his disappearance.
He walked the streets for a while, many not remembering his face, but a few on the street that did recall his likeness looked at him as though he were a ghost. He wasn't all that worried about it, not just yet at least. Only house leaders, more to the point, the demon that controls the city, would be troublesome to run into at this moment.
It was then he looked to a most interesting building. He tilted his head in interest. This place of business would require some more investigation. It was pretty obvious to him that was just want he was looking for at least, a large building, a business, and erected after his time away. It would be a safe place to spend at least some of his time at.
He was ready to enter when he noticed another figure was being welcomed in already. He didn't recognize the one that the door, not all that odd, but the person in question was rather...different. Even from the back he could tell the person wasn't normal. At his distance, not couldn't hear any words spoken, so he thought it best to all this person to be fully welcomed in before he made a point request entrance himself.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 8:20 pm
Chucking softly, Val'atar watches the lithe form of the drowess parade ahead of him as he follows. Watching every sway and bounce of her shapely a** and thin legs, his crimson eyes slowly change to an amorous green with serpent like slits. As they proceed through the house, the details of the decorations catch his attention, baring fanged teeth as his lips are drawn up into a wicked smirk.
Do tell me.. was I expected or does the Patron of this house always keep it decorated thusly?
It is rather.. perverse, even for a drow if I say so myself. I know several demons however who might compliment the taste in finery, not to mention the creativity of the couplings.
I have noticed your form graces many of the statues.. lovely as it is. Any particular reason your naked and your nudity is displayed everywhere I look? I doubt the patron would try to have me seduced already, I've barely returned and so far I've not even met him or are you just naturally a slutty teasing flirt?
Reaching out a muscled arm, his clawed hand grasps her upper arm tightly, jerking her to a halt and spinning her around to face him. There was nothing pleased in his facial features, in fact he rather looked pissed off at the idea of such a blatant attempt to sway him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 10:03 pm
"Hmm?" Ziervyll slowed her step to look around the hall, as if surprised to think that the interior decorating would be noticeable, "I felt like a change, mostly." The statement was mostly true too. It wasn't rare for Ziervyll to become tired of the current style of the house and suddenly invest much of her personal savings into redecorating.
She was yanked out of her progress, however, turned to face him and his fierce expression. She kept calm in the face of his anger, perhaps elevated out of all common sense by the luxuries she had enjoyed up to that point. She tilted her head downwards, her eyes boring into the grip he held on her arm -- so tight it hurt, not that she would admit any such thing -- with dark meaning.
"Do you manhandle everyone who greets you at the door, or merely the women? I had presumed that the infamous Val'atar Druu'giir would not fear women so much." She raised her gaze, her chin tipped proudly. "You are an arrogant one, aren't you, to assume that all of this-" motioning with her free arm "-was laid out for you. In fact, this is all a reward for the master of this House for his devoted worship of Vhaeraun these past few days. Although, I must admit, I am probably even more vain than you are, and just enjoy admiring my magnified naked form everywhere I go."
She curled her fingers over the hand that gripped her, putting not pressure or force, merely resting her hand lightly against his. It spoke her intended warning without any real threat.
Release me.
She smiled with all her charm at him, just to be spiteful.
"So, naturally a slutty teasing flirt, I think."
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 10:31 pm
:. "No," Sneered Vornel,
"He doesn't."
A scathing glare shot in Ziervyll's direction.
The Ilharn of Qu'ellar Oussana swept into the room, dropping in a curt bow to his superior. He noted the other male's grasp on his mate with an air of slight contempt, though said nothing.
"Val'atar Druu'giir." Bright eyes regarded him from behind his black mask.
"Welcome to our humble abode," he stated, "If you'll forgive my consort's antics." In one swift movement, his hand caught her wrist.
"Rest assured, this embarrassment will cost you." came a hiss in her ear. "Go and make yourself presentable to our guest, lest I cast you out for the Yeth to devour."
If the master was angry, he hid it well. Calmly, he ushered Val'atar through another door, and beckoned him to sit with the every bit the confidence of the half-demon himself.
"One might question why I'd suffer such folly in my home-- but Ziervyll is... valuable... Her skills extend beyond that of a simple whore," He mused quietly, "Although I suppose you can't take the harem out of the harlot." Vornel shook his head and chuckled in spite of himself.
"So tell me, Chosen, to what do we owe the honour of your visit?" .:
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 10:48 am
As the Patron of the house had taken the whore by the wrist, Val'atar released his hold, stepping back as his arms crossed slowly over his chest. Calmly, with very little emotion except the contempt that had already filled his gaze.. he watched the exchange. With a nod, he turns and follows Vornel, ignoring the offer to sit. His gaze wandered back in the direction that Ziervyll had sashayed off in, turning to Vornel after a moment.
"I've kept creatures like her.. I understand, believe it or not. As to my visit, I am consolidating my power. While your house is new, its favor with our Lord is known to many. I am granting you second house status in the city. As such, I offer an alliance, on mutual terms of course."
Seeming to actually relax, Val'atar moves to the wall and leans there for a long moment before speaking again. Shadows ooze from his skin to drip and pool about his clawed feet. His voice was more weary however, slower as he turned his eyes towards Vornel.
"Did you know that once my house controlled all slave trade in this city Vornel? My arcanists were feared even in Ulorbbath and I had spies in every noble house in the depths and on the surface beyond.
Now.. I have died and returned, while my own power is greater for it, my networks have dried up. My spies have been turned or died. Those who once knelt, now stand by or hide. I was sent back by our God for a reason, but I am unsure of what that reason is. You are counted among his greatest supporters, what do you think?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 6:26 pm
:. "I did not choose her as my consort to be a trinket by my side. She is much more cunning than she appears." Vornel replied, crossing his legs and waving off a servant. Pensively, the darkmask watched as Val'atar moved away from him, refusing his invitation. Apparently the Chosen of Vhaeraun felt he was above manners.
However, Vornel's chagrin was soon quelled at the mention of Second House. His face a mask of indifference, he thanked Val'atar delicately, and sank back into his chair.
"I was made well aware of your House's influence long before your return." Vornel paused, tenting his fingers beneath his chin. Just as he did this a huge black cat bounded into his lap, probably bought for hefty coin on the surface. Long moments passed before the Ilharn spoke again.
"...As for the Shadow Lord's machinations, I believe he has sent you once more to strengthen his prevalence.. here-- and on the surface. The Eilistraeeans are gathering power there... enough to be cause for concern... Vhaeraun has taken note of this.." .:
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