Interlude: Starless Night.   Posted by Narrator.Group: 0
Narrator
 GM, 13 posts
Fri 18 Jan 2013
at 18:06
Interlude: Starless Night
The city is lightless save for the torches of the night-blind merchants and slaves in the streets, and the pale, purple flames that burn high up in the sunless night—faerie fire, summoned by Sorcerers or Clerics to read.  Tall towers reach for the cavernous roof, all tapering spires and delicate carvings, as deceptively fragile as the varim who call the city home. The streets are wide and devoid of rubbish, and in the merchant square the crowds gather thick about wares of exotic wonder that range from purple breads and orange cordials to weapons with such perfect balance they must, those holding them feel, have been stolen from a dwarf somewhere.

There, however, the beauty ends.

Because the streets are not peaceful. Everywhere feels as though it is being watched, and almost everyone keeps a hand or two on their weapons. At the east end of the city, there are plunging rifts, bridged by stone, that echo with the shrill, tortured cries of the slaves who are housed there. Now and then, there is the sharp crack of leather on skin as a priestess somewhere loses her temper and a whip strikes home.

The whole place reeks of evil.
Matron Arashi
 NPC, 6 posts
Mon 3 Feb 2014
at 23:41
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
“What do you mean, ‘I lost the crystal, and the stones’?”

Two females stand in a room well cloaked against scrying and warded against mundane listening. The first has obsidian skin and white robes that fall just short of ‘decent’, and her face is livid with anger. The other’s skin is slightly lighter, and she wears a cloak of flowing purple over dark-grey fullplate, still grimed by sweat and blood. She stares at the floor.

This message was last updated by the player at 23:41, Mon 03 Feb 2014.

Githrya
 NPC, 34 posts
Fri 18 Jan 2013
at 18:12
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
“Matron Mother, I could not—," she cuts herself off as the others eyes flash dangerously, apparently deciding that 'could not' is a bad thing to admit.

"I held the crystal, and the stones. But the elven sorcerer had power beyond any I have ever known. Even Arch-mage Toramir could not match him. Time itself moved to obey him.”
Matron Arashi
 NPC, 6 posts
Mon 3 Feb 2014
at 23:40
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
“Him. Him, Githrya? You lost to a ‘him’?”

This message was last updated by the player at 23:40, Mon 03 Feb 2014.

Githrya
 NPC, 35 posts
Fri 18 Jan 2013
at 18:13
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
Githrya grits her teeth and doesn’t reply.
Matron Arashi
 NPC, 6 posts
Mon 3 Feb 2014
at 23:40
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
“You pathetic, miserable, wretched excuse for a priestess. You—you—,” there is a crack, and Githrya falls back a pace nursing a split lip.

The diamond on Matron Arashi’s fist gleams wetly.

“I called in nearly five favours so you could go bring me my stones and that crystal, and you brought back nothing.”

This message was last edited by the GM at 00:52, Tue 04 Feb 2014.

Githrya
 NPC, 36 posts
Fri 18 Jan 2013
at 18:15
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
“I brought back knowledge. Power. And I was assigned only males to assist me!” Githrya protests hotly.
Matron Arashi
 NPC, 6 posts
Mon 3 Feb 2014
at 23:40
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
“Do not tell me your excuses. I want results. I want this, this sorcerer, dead. The surface will be mine, not that of some ancient thing that should have died mellenia ago.”

This message was last updated by the player at 23:40, Mon 03 Feb 2014.

Githrya
 NPC, 37 posts
Fri 18 Jan 2013
at 18:19
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
Githrya’s eyes snap up, narrowed.

“Tyronius has requested that I join him in three weeks, and his sources will have found out more about this danger than any but out scholars can hope to. I will join him, as I planned. The stones will be ours, and the secrets to the ancient magic will be unlocked.”
Matron Arashi
 NPC, 6 posts
Mon 3 Feb 2014
at 23:40
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
There is a silence.

Then Matron Arashi steps forwards and gently puts her hand on Githrya’s cheek.

“If you don’t succeed in this,” her fingers stoke the bleeding lip, “If you fail me again... Then you will die. I will tie you down and I will flog your innards about the whipping post until you beg me to cut out your heart.”

This message was last edited by the GM at 00:53, Tue 04 Feb 2014.

Githrya
 NPC, 38 posts
Fri 18 Jan 2013
at 18:22
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
Githrya nods, resisting the urge to jerk away.

"Yes, Matron Mother. I will not fail you."
Matron Arashi
 NPC, 6 posts
Mon 3 Feb 2014
at 23:40
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
Matron Arashi watches her a long moment. At last, she pulls away.

"Leave me."

This message was last edited by the GM at 00:53, Tue 04 Feb 2014.

Githrya
 NPC, 39 posts
Fri 18 Jan 2013
at 18:36
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
"Yes, Matron Mother."

With that, Githrya turns and strides from the room.

This message was last edited by the player at 18:36, Fri 18 Jan 2013.

Narrator
 GM, 14 posts
Fri 18 Jan 2013
at 18:37
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
No one follows her as she leaves, and a few males who see her scuttle quickly out of her way, eyes downcast.

This message was last edited by the GM at 18:38, Fri 18 Jan 2013.

Githrya
 NPC, 160 posts
Thu 28 Nov 2013
at 23:10
Re: Interlude: Starless Night
Githrya makes her way towards her chambers, four corridors and fifty feet up, kicking lightly off the ground and levitating onto her balcony. A moment later, she enters her room and locks the door behind her.

After a short search and a few judicious spells to ensure no one is inside save herself (and a 'Detect Poison' spell to discover the Black Lotus extract coating her bedclothes) she making her way over to an empty steel basin. She mutters three spells- one to summon water, one to heat it and, finally, one to ward against scrying. Then she divests herself of her armour and clothes and steps into the tub of hot water, cloth in hand to scrub off the blood and the grime.

An hour later, she stands before her newly-changed bed in a flowing nightgown, overlaid with protective leather and fitted with a small dagger sheath.

"No, mother," she whispers, crimson eyes distant, "It is you who shall fall."

OOC: End of Interlude...

This message was last edited by the GM at 23:11, Thu 28 Nov 2013.