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Post by Ixis on Apr 6, 2015 4:37:47 GMT
When Jace explained his concern regarding the scholars, the elf woman merely lifted an eyebrow at him as though she was uncertain if he was in jest or not. This was the Imperial Wizardry, a secret so closely guarded that it was regarded as an old wive's tale or a silly childhood fable used to frighten pesky little brats into falling in line. Of COURSE they had more than these unearthly thinkers at their disposal. Naturally, they wouldn't send such assets into the field even if they hadn't already heard that Jace was to murder anyone who reported back with good news to keep the secret contained. Frankly, the woman was almost insulted that he would think they would have anyone but the most expendable fodder go where they would have them look.
"Don't fuss... it's not our first day in the great wide world..." was the way Clawfoot put this to words. "These guys are only here to translate this mess and report directly to you, then you give the word and they send as many grunts as you need to do the dirty work. They're staff, not soldiers."
Ixis nodded to indicate this was accurate, then respectfully watched as Jace outlined their means of travel. However, she would once again find herself mildly insulted when he moved from the mages and held that scroll aloft as though he was actually TESTING her. He tried to dissuade her from her duties, informed her of his view on her motives and even had the gall to try and appeal to her vanity in such a condescending manner. Her arms crossed and her eyebrows angled at this. Frankly, she looked as though she might just stab the man through the heart and save herself the trouble for all he was saying and assuming about her and her masters.
Her movement was fast and precise. With a snap of her arm, she snatched the scroll out of Jace's hand, her eyes fixed hard against his own as though daring him to try and change her mind once more. It was almost better that she was silent at this point, as the string of rather insulting things she wished to call the man was now extending will beyond the vocabulary of a single race and was beginning to take on draconic and even infernal connotations.
Clawfoot, instead, would merely laugh. "Woo, brother, you really don't know a thing about women, do you?" he chuckled. As Ixis unrolled the scroll, the bird looked over her shoulder to read it himself. After a moment, he looked up and spoke aloud the activation word on Ixis' behalf.
"Itinerantur!" he cawed, summoning up a circle of black light below them which kicked at the air and threw the woman's hair on end while the bird himself and to flap against the gust in order to stay attached to her shoulder long enough for her to put a hand on his back and stabilize him. The scroll in hand burst into purple flame as it was consumed.
"Hang on tight, kiddo! We're...
-OFF TO CADEAD'S SWAMP-"
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Post by Midnight on Apr 6, 2015 5:18:19 GMT
Midnight listened to the man explain what would happen if they used her blood as a weapon and cut loose the material plane from the various leylines connecting it to the other realms. When he finished, she turned to face him with the look of a madwoman in her eyes, her lip curled into a frightening grin of pure malicious intent.
"Goooood..." she purred, eyes wide and pupils shrunk to tiny little pinpricks in eagerness. She strolled toward him, gesturing with her hands as she elaborated slightly. "Don't you see? Free from the influence of extra planar creatures, this world becomes the ideal battleground. Dreams and nightmares, light and dark, good and evil, all of it will be FORCED to face one another and rip and tear and shred at one another until there's nothing left behind but madness and instability! There will be no more judges, no more HEROES, no more villains... it'll just be a world... with all these elements blended and mixed and interbred together... fresh for the molding into something BEAUTIFUL..."
Midnight threw her head back and laughed, a hand lifting to hold over her eyes as the cruel wickedness of her totally unrepentant desire to thrust everyone and everything into a blender bubbled over into insane fits. Without warning, she grabbed Biru by his collar and pulled him close, eyes even with his, though still wild and blazing in those outrageous colors that refused to remain the same at any given moment. "PICTURE what a world like that could mean, blood mage. No more rules. No more limitations. All the physical and magical laws that say you CAN'T suddenly gone - leaving you with only the potential to do what you wish..." she said, slowly adjusting to his side so that both parties could look upon the blood golem.
"Look at her, Biru... doesn't she deserve a world where ANYTHING is possible?" she asked sweetly, though that madness still gave her words a deadly edge, like playing a violin with a kitchen knife.
"The question now isn't if it should be done... the only thing left to ask is how much blood will you need to weaken those bonds, hmmm? We don't need to sever them completely... not yet, anyway. I have more monsters coming, ones strong enough to shatter whatever remains but we must do our part of they are to succeed... after that..."
Midnight moved away from Biru, picking up a small torture device used to crush the hands of a person. She held it aloft to illustrate her narrative as she spoke. "We select a few interesting people... shuffle them onto an arc of sorts... then let them ride the waves of chaos until everything is settled back into whatever place it likes... Then they can get out and go about creating a whole new world... together," she suggested, placing the device in Biru's hands as though to place the very future of the planet into his care.
Midnight floated before him once more, her voice softening slightly as she spoke again. "What do you say?" she asked, sinking into the chair from before, now with VERY sharp points thanks to the diligent shadows she had working to repair it. She sat there as though it were a throne, crossing her legs and leaning lightly on the deadly armrests with a mildly suggestive smile on her face. She wasn't bleeding YET, but it would NOT take much to get her there...
"Show a girl a good time?"
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Post by Lord Biru on Apr 8, 2015 13:09:07 GMT
While Midnight dreamed, envisioning the monstrosity before them as some formidable world-breaker, Lord Biru saw something else entirely; namely, he saw the obvious--Adriana, trapped somewhere deep within the Elemental, but even more so the Blood Magus saw something bestial and ancient. The creature's eyes were made of blood, much like the rest of its form, although they seemed to glisten with starlight. It had an unstated lust for more blood vibrating on its lips, those full-yet-hollow orbs scanning the room almost waiting for permission to lap up the goddess' blood.
The Magus flicked its wrist in 'her' direction, and in response the Elemental swooped just over the puddle and imploded on itself, transforming into a liquid splash of blood that splattered to the floor in one fluid motion, creating an even bigger mess, embedding deep in the cobblestone. For several moments the pool of blood just bubbled and oozed about, squishing sounds emitting from where it crawled out from cracks, popping bubbles and devouring each and every last drop of Midnight's precious life water.
Lord Biru turned to Midnight, who now sat precariously on the very tips of a spiked chair--a Witch Chair, as it had been called long ago--explaining her grand scheme as vaguely as ever, albeit trusting the Hemomancer a bit more now.
The man stepped up to Midnight's throne of thorns and nodded to her offer, and then craned back his head only slightly to indicate the spatter on the floor.
"You asked me to become your general in this great war, didn't you? I am at your complete command, Mistress. Our arrangement is not yet met, but I can assure you I will serve well, even after I've gotten what I asked for. It's about time I pay the Namoran fools a lesson. Tossing me out will be their biggest mistake." Grinning, Lord Biru closed in and lunged at the Goddess, both arms extended until they met the Woman's shoulders; with a violent thrust, he forced her back into the chair some, allowing for her to "have a good time" in her bed of violence. Even he wasn't sure if the spikes would penetrate a divine's back, but she did ask. So why not play along?
"I have always been curious to see the fury of a Goddess," he mused aloud, pressing a knee down now onto her own. "I wonder if you're as prone to pain-induced blood rages? This, I would very much like to see."
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Post by Jace McMillan on Apr 8, 2015 13:20:16 GMT
It was true, really; Jace had no skill in talking to women the way society would view as "appropriate", and in fact had always been at odds with the gender as a whole, knowing only two his entire life. Eleisia was a woman of status in her previous life, full of life and truly a woman of morals; however, in the service of the Shadow Queen, the Plague-Bringer had become colder, prone to violence and fits of tyrannical rage and an unusual attitude when dealing with anyone other than the Goddess Herself. Of course she regarded Jace as a companion, but there was never a distinction of "male and female" between them. They were simply allies.
Jace cocked his head at the woman's facial reactions, and just shrugged his shoulders in response to the well-versed raven, content in just letting it go for now. If the two--three--of them were stuck together until Midnight was satisfied, the Entropomancer was sure to learn a thing or two. The bird would make sure of this, obviously before the Elf decided to just cut him down where he stood.
Much like his power, the sorcerer's life was a cluster of chaos, and there was no indication this would be his last slip-up.
***Off to Shorr, in the Neutral Zone--Secrets in the Swamp!***
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Post by Saint Eleisia on Apr 8, 2015 13:42:35 GMT
Eleisia lingered nearest to the door as the Baron Asmodan and Kolyarut Lucian spoke rather cryptically in their private, college-wizard speak, and though she felt something else was being said deep beneath the surface of their seemingly incomprehensible speech, it was lost on her. Who was a lot like him? Another Kolyarut? A boy? Whatever the case, it had something to do with Lucian's past, and this concerned her little...for now. She had bigger fish to fry; Lord Biru was still here, and she had unfinished business with him when Midnight was finished.
"All set?" she said at last, although in a polite tone suggesting she wasn't growing irritated--a special trait she learned in her temple: patience. "We've got goblins to threaten, women and children to terrorize. You know how to disintegrate a creature to nothing but mere dust, right? I would very much like to see creatures scatter when their shaman disappears in an explosion. Far more effective once I've made a plague designed to kill off their strongest...minded, at least. We need the dumb brutes."
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Post by Baron Mordock on Apr 8, 2015 18:41:21 GMT
"All set," Baron Mordock agreed once he reached Eleisia's side. He seemed somewhat distracted, but quickly recovered when he pushed his thoughts aside to focus on the matter at hand. He reached up to tug the collar of his robes over the unsightly metal band around his neck before crossing his arms across his chest.
"Of course I do..." he responded when she asked if he could turn an offending creature to dust. Hell, he could do even more than that if properly motivated. He could destroy them so utterly that only their shadow would be left behind, wondering where on earth its former tenant had gone. He would, however, raise an eyebrow to the woman's eagerness.
"So, we recruit the dim-witted masses, but if we destroy all the intelligent ones, we might lose an important edge. Intimidation can go far, yes, but diplomacy can often achieve much more..." he reasoned. "Just look at how far I was able to get us with a few words, hm?" he added by way of demonstration.
"Where to first, then? I heard Shoggoth and others. You're the one pulling the strings now, so..." he said almost begrudgingly as fingers trailed along the slave collar uncomfortably.
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Post by Midnight on Apr 8, 2015 18:58:57 GMT
Midnight grinned as the man approached, listening intently to his words and taking their meaning. He was an eager one, and that was good. They would need that kind of resolve when the proverbial shit hit the fan. Not many would agree to stand by her side after hearing what she intended for the world, so it was comforting to see that he was willing to go as far as it would take to see it all through.
More exciting than that was his eagerness to use the device she sat upon to inflict pain. She saw the bloodlust in his eyes just seconds before he thrust forward and slammed her hard into the spikes. Her head tilted back and a sensual, low moan of sheer pleasure shuddered forth from her throat as she felt those points drive deeply into her skin. She pulled against them slightly, part to enjoy the slow, agonizing tearing from her back, and part to let the blood flow as it was intended. Silver began to pool around the four legs of the chair like a shimmering puddle of mirrors. When he spoke of wanting to see a goddess' fury unleashed and drove his knee down upon her own, she let out a slightly louder cry of ecstasy, actually leaning forward lightly and biting at his ear in impulse.
"Silly, misguided man..." she chuckled as she pressed her cheek against his and ran her lips along his neck, her voice a deep, sultry, lusting tone as her body squirmed against the spikes and by extension his own form. "Why would pain induce fury in one for whom it is mixed in equal measure with pleasure? To whom the two are one and the same? But if you wish to know agony, then ohhhh Biru.... I have such sights to show you..." she purred, one hand reaching up around his body to claw at his back, one leg gliding up along his thigh suggestively. Her other hand lifted to run her fingers through his hair...
And that's when she granted him those sights she had mentioned.
She forced the image into his mind so that he could see, hear, smell, and feel every agonizing moment of the world's death. He would see a bleeding sky and a million dying souls impaled upon spikes made of bone and sinew. He would see the magic of the world broken from the material plane, its effect apparent as entire continents began to break apart. In the distance, giant, monstrous shadows swooped through the air and spewed fire and death from their mouths. The crying, screaming, agonizing wails of the innocent filled the air while the dead bodies of the royal families of all the continents hung on chains of black iron with hooks running through their mouths and other unmentionable cavities. The smell of blood was everywhere, the ground was stained with every imaginable shade... and above, even the gods wept as their limbs were twisted and ripped from their bodies by nightmarish images the likes of which could never be described in words...
And just as quickly as it came, the mental landscape would vanish as the Goddess in Biru's arms would let out an orgasmic moan of pleasure. Apparently, a side effect of granting one a vision like that involved a spasming of the body... which did wonders for someone who savored pain and was seated upon a Witch's Chair. Shortly thereafter, the goddess would go slightly limp, holding onto the man's form lightly as a satisfied purr rumbled through her body.
"Not bad, blood mage..." she whispered, nodding to the large mess of silver below them reflecting their images back into their eyes. "I think I need a cigarette..."
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Post by Lord Biru on Apr 11, 2015 21:51:47 GMT
The sensation felt like knives laying waste to the barrier of skin, penetrating just beyond his temple walls and polluting the landscape of his mind. A thousand needles dug into his brain, just enough to make him stand limp as the searing vision blazed in his head; Midnight was determined to completely obliterate the Material Plane, though if her goal was meant to make her content, he couldn't yet figure out. Would she jump to the next Plane, gather deities of a similar cause and aid in the destruction of their worlds, as well?
As enticing as it was to imagine Pendragon and Lyndeum's corpses melting before his very eyes, what did this mean for the future of Adriana? Would they reclaim the Plane his true body had lay in stasis, or would they all end up in the Void at the very end?
Her endgame was obvious, but the Hemomancer was curious.
"Once this is done, Adriana is to be spared completely...that is an amendment. Her form, her mind, her heart and home plane."
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Post by Saint Eleisia on Apr 11, 2015 22:11:21 GMT
"There is wisdom in your words," Eleisia said with a coy flick of the wrist as she spun about and began the march; they would be taking the long way, she figured, unless the Baron had any more of those nifty transportation scrolls or other such tricks up his sleeve. "Typically the brutes of any given tribe have proven to be effective combatants and at worst sufficient fodder to use as a distraction. The most intelligent of Goblins will be their shamans, and unless you're favored by the gods and spirits, they can be dangerous.
"That aside, we have Maedelsi refugees to deal with, as well. I presume they will be more open to your diplomacy than the Dhukaari, so we will split our meetings between racial faction."
At the elevator Eleisia paused until the doors came open, and she stepped inside with the sorcerer only inches at her side. When the platform began to move, she looked the man in both eyes, her own gaze stern and meaningful.
"Such a pedestrian way to go--betrayal," she said offhand, like it was a common catchphrase. "I thought it unfair you would have been given such an unhonorable death. Grand Mage, you have quite a talent, and have impressed me since we first met in Shorr. A first impression--more importantly, a good first impression, is key to dealing with shady people, Baron Asmodan.
"I won't tell you how to speak. Each person is an individual and must make mistakes in order to learn. Your first impression fell flat on the Goddess. Insulting her pet Jace, even outside of Midnight's apparent hearing range...did not get you anywhere. Our Mistress has groomed the boy since birth...he is like you, you know. Born with the powers your colleagues had to learn from books, given such a precious gift of Magic even I shall never know. The boy is Midnight's favorite toy, and something of a mother to him. He is important to her. He is also a living gateway to the Void itself...at least that is what I can gather."
She watched the semicircle of numbers flash in a slow line, one at a time as the elevator dropped, and began tapping her foot impatiently.
"And you should always be careful what you wish for...'deserve' in your case could mean a lot of things to my Mistress...she is not unlike an infernal or Djinn in that regard. I will stress that you take caution when you speak to anyone...especially the shady people."
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Post by Midnight on Apr 12, 2015 6:23:12 GMT
Hearing the man's statement, Midnight couldn't help but allow a light scoff to escape her lips. She crossed her legs and leaned back into the witch's chair, much like a throne at this point, as the wounds rapidly sealed themselves shut wherever they were permitted to do so.
"You're making adjustments to the deal NOW?" she asked incredulously. "Kill a moment, why don't you?"
She slowly stood from her spot, shoving the man aside lightly as she savored the sensation of the spikes ripping free of her flesh. The injuries were superficial for her, but the gore and mess left in her wake was enough to churn the stomach of far greater men than most. She sighed, reaching through the shadows to produce a black towel in her hand, which she dabbled at the various exposed points of her skin lightly, much like one emerging from a shower and far less like one who just subjected themselves to hellish torture.
"That STATE of your love's home plane will remain very much as it is now..." she explained, keeping her back to the man though her head turned slightly to one side in order to address him. "Once the leylines are severed, I suspect it will mostly remain in a state of suspension... unmoving and untouched until someone clever enough finds a way back. The damage I foresee for THIS plane comes from its almost pathetic dependency on the others to simply exist... but I'm counting on that much."
She tossed the towel aside after a moment, turning to lean lightly against the iron maiden nearby, relaxing in odd fashion around devices that would give even the bravest pause. "There will be no change to our contact, Biru... the stipulations you lay forth now have already been considered and carefully laid out. Do you think me a novice when making deals, dear?" she teased, eyebrows lifting as a wry smile crossed her lips. "Your love will emerge fresh as a rose when this is all over but as to whether or not YOU survive... well, that's entirely up to you, now isn't it?"
Midnight began to run her fingers through her sinewy black hair, her demeanor casual and calm. "Of course... her form and heart and soul are all things we must WORK toward as I cannot simply snap my fingers and make it just happen. Chaos magic simply does not work that way. Of course... if you had a genie..." she mused thoughtfully but shrugged it off.
She nodded to the gore in the witch's chair as she continued to groom herself so peacefully. "You going to get that, or are we waiting for it to dry up?" she asked as though the silver puddles weren't about to clean themselves. If the man needed tools, she'd happily provide, but seriously... at the rate they were simply talking all the magick would soak into the cobblestones and spikes on the chair...
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Post by Baron Mordock on Apr 12, 2015 6:38:58 GMT
"A hard lesson learned, indeed..." Baron Mordock begrudgingly admitted as they descended through the bowels of the floating castle via the tormentingly slow elevator. He frowned deeply, his arms crossed over his chest while one hand reached up to stroke at his beard thoughtfully. Perhaps he had been too harsh on the boy, but then again, he was not one to simply tolerate insult from a mere upstart with a unique gift. Could he have handled it differently? Very likely, but it did not do anyone any good to bemoan their mistakes. As the woman so succinctly put it: one must learn from their mistakes.
As to his wording... as he recalled it, it was Midnight herself who spelled out the stipulations of the contract, not he. His failure was in accepting her word and not being careful. It had been said that he was paranoid in the past. Most would confuse that to mean that he was fearful and shaky. What it really meant was that he suspected everyone of having some plot against him. It had served him well in the past, but he had dropped his guard in order to appear strong. He would not slip in such a pathetic fashion again. Now that he knew he was nothing to the Goddess but a pawn to throw away, he would not be fooled by her again. Further, since her plan had involved actually disposing of him, he was actually one step ahead of her. Yes, it was by the graces of the fallen saint before him, but that didn't change the fact that in her scheme he was dead and he was not. Of course, this could all be a plot by the Goddess, a grand ruse in which he WAS still her pawn... but at least now he could be AWARE and prevent such a grievous use of his talents ever again.
That did, however, leave Eleisia. Why would she risk so much in the face of her Goddess? He'd seen her flinch and caught the look in her eye when she was chastised. To put her position in such question was an unusual play, and she would have him believe it was simply because he had impressed her. Well. She hadn't seen anything yet.
Tilting his bald pate upward, the grand mage of evocation regarded those flashing numbers thoughtfully before speaking again. "Rest assured... I will be very careful from here on out. Leaving a GOOD impression certainly assisted me in a time of great need, so it is a trend I fully intend to keep strong. Though, I must ask... how much more impressing must I do to have this damnedable collar removed?" he asked, glancing over to the woman with a frown.
"Certainly if you wish me to perform at my fullest potential, this will eventually become a hindrance."
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Post by Saint Eleisia on Apr 13, 2015 13:57:04 GMT
Finally the long ride down had come to an end, and Eleisia's color returned, having gone pale due to the motion. The Saint was unaccustomed to being in motion against her will, and so despised other modes of transportation dearly. She considered the Baron with a wry look as they exited the elevator and made for an alternate exit to the one they'd come in. Several robed guards hovering nearby glided over to the duo and began leading them from the fortress, another set of stairs and dark corridors.
"I'm afraid that won't be for some time, if at all," she admitted to the man, trying to at least sound human. "Unfortunately this predicament has put you in a rather awkward spot. You're now under my strict supervision until the Goddess sees fit to release you. I've orders to follow, you know...for the greater good of this world. I am sorry you had to end up such a pawn in her game. It was truly not our original intent. At least I wasn't sure of it. I knew Midnight had her plans in motion, and you were just a tool for her to make use of. Had you not exceeded our expectations I would have seen you to death myself. However, like I said before you are useful. You have a potential that matches, rivals and may even outshine myself and Jace.
"It was unfair. And to hand you over to that wind-up toy, truly a peasant's death. I couldn't let it happen."
She kept moving forward, no longer looking at the man and instead keeping her eyes trained on the back of their guards' robes.
"I would have taken that collar off sooner, but it is far too dangerous right now. For the both of us. No doubt she would send Jace...or deal with us Herself now."
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Post by Lord Biru on Apr 13, 2015 14:08:56 GMT
"I have bound myself and my services to you, Mistress," Biru started, turning to the mess on the floor beneath the Witch's Chair. He knelt and waved a hand over the pool, and in response the blood quivered, jumping at the magnetism between them. At first it struggled against his will, but being no longer bound to the powerful deity succumbed to the Hemomancer's will; in one fluid motion the blood trail slithered closer and closer while Biru set his hand palm-down on the cold stone floor. Pooling between his fingers, the liquid began absorbing into the man's flesh, until there was nothing left on the floor to clean up.
"You are to do with me as you please. I do not care if I survive this struggle, although I do wish for Adriana to live on, free of harm. I will do my part to the letter, and serve you confidently and without question. I will fight to live, I will succeed in your goals where you cannot, and make you proud to honor our agreement. Know I do not wish to question you. I simply consider my wife and her life above my own."
The man stood and turned.
"You made an excellent decision choosing me as your general. With your gift I will make an army worthy of your campaign, and this world will come to nothing more than an unpleasant memory when we've swept over it like a black cloud. Know I speak the truth. I serve because this cause is just. If I have the privilege of taking the lives of my former masters, I will gladly take the world by force under your command and see it bleed out until you are satisfied. My only concern is for the welfare of my wife. My own life hanging in the balance is irrelevant. I'm not by any means on a suicide mission, mind you."
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Post by Baron Mordock on Apr 15, 2015 3:19:50 GMT
"Well..." Mordock scoffed rather indignantly as his hand fell from the metal ring. It was so beneath him to be reduced so far - not to mention the trouble he'd have with magic now that he could not use his powers outside of Eleisia's direct supervision. However, he was relieved to hear that keeping him in such a pitiful state was not HER idea at all. He could use that.
"Then why don't we simply look at this as an opportunity, then?" he stated as he fell into step behind the gliding forms of their escorts. "Obviously, there's some... distrust between the Goddess and yourself after that little stunt, not that I don't appreciate it..." he began, using his words to guide the heart and mind of his captor. "Perhaps if we show her how well we work in tandem, she will see fit to soothe over whatever barrier you've managed to construct and you will be free to release me of this indignity. If you were impressed before..." he said, actually sparing a little chuckle of arrogance. "...Just wait until you can witness my power at its full force. Not to brag, but I have been described by some - Lucian himself included - as a one-man force of nature..."
They came to a stop at those large bay doors that began this entire adventure. The Baron would find himself mentally kicking his arrogance for being so blind as to not take the precautions he normally would to protect himself. At least the betrayal did confirm his paranoia to some degree and reaffirm in his mind to never let his guard down again. He came here a conqueror... now he leaves a slave. Ironic.
"But I'm sure success in the field is the best way to earn the respect of a Goddess... so let me begin at least by offering this..." he said, producing another scroll of teleportation. "I will need to restock on these back at my castle... I only carry so many while out in the field..." he said, casting a glance to Eleisia to see if she suspected anything from him.
After all, he did just suggest she walk right into the one place where he held the upper hand no matter what...
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Post by Midnight on Apr 15, 2015 3:48:55 GMT
Midnight grinned at the man as he outlined his undying loyalty to her cause and stated rather bluntly what he absolutely would NOT do. She chuckled a bit to herself as she sauntered over to where the towel had landed in order to pick it up and toss it casually over her shoulder. "Wouldn't do to throw away such a valuable piece..." she hinted in response to his statement about avoiding suicide missions. It was odd that she would say something like this, seeing as it was something she did not even an hour ago with the Baron... or was that, too part of the plan?
"As to the army, good general..." Midnight said, moving on to a new point before he could think too much on the cryptic nature of her little word game. "That can wait for now, since I have the lovely Eleisia and the 'cannon', I believe he's called, working on it as we speak. What I need from you..."
She moved forward again, grabbing the towel and snapping it forward. The blood that had seeped into it from when she wiped her flesh clean had morphed into writing and a detailed image of a gigantic sword with ancient, dark, and extremely powerful runes written in the language of the gods drawn along its edge. She laid this flat on a table that doubled as a sort of twist on the Rack, but with a sawblade in the center that would align with the victim's back. Midnight treated this horrific device like a common work desk, using the heavy chains as paperweights on the corners of her improvised schematic.
"This. Herbidum saecula saeculorum, the Blade of World's End. A powerful weapon capable of cutting through magic tethers... Powered by the blood of Chaos and crafted in pure malice... I'm willing to bet this will do the job we outlined nicely. However, there's a catch." Midnight sighed, leaning back with a hand on her hip and a slightly disappointed shake of her head. "No one deity knows all of the pieces need to craft it. What few materials I'm aware of don't even exist in your reality any more... So the task is such..."
Midnight circled around the table to be opposite of Biru. "While Jace seeks the leylines' weakest points and Eleisia builds an army worthy of conquering the world... you will help me create this weapon and in the meantime I will work to pull your beloved from beyond the veil of oblivion. Here in this place, you have access to some of the darkest, most jealously guarded magical secrets in the entire world, including your own hemomancy and a nearly limitless supply of the blood of Chaos. Figure out what else you need to create the Herbidum and let's get started..." she said with a grin on her features.
"As for you little wifey... I have some ideas as to what we might try..."
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