Menethil Harbor
Sammuel - November 21, 2005
[Sammuel]
The dagger took a hard shove to sink in, but if finally pierced
through the sternum to keep the note in place.
Grim, Know that I will have answers. You cannot keep my sister
from me, she will be freed from your influence one way or
another. If you give her up to me, I will see to it you have a
quick end. Should you choose otherwise, you will suffer... that
is a PROMISE. Just ask those that lost their lives in this attack
against Menethil Harbor.
Sammuel
[Abric]
"Ah, so the ties of family are seen, when anger comes about."
Abric leaned back into his chair, keeping a knee underneath the
table in front of him, as not to fall over.
"The whore is matched by the champion. Perhaps... hm. An
escape... yes."
Abric's voiced thoughts were interrupted by Licidion. Sitting
across from Abric, he looked up from whatever macabre creation he
was fiddling with.
"Did ya say steak?"
An annoyed mask covered Abric, as he stared at Licidion.
"Why would I say steak, Licidion? What point of this conversation
would steak find itself company to, hm? Insanity is not an excuse
for idiocy. Continue to play with your toys."
Licidion narrowed his eyes back, formulating a verbal description
of what he would at the party of Abric, his daggers, and a copper
tube. Yet... he didn't. The gnome teeth in his doll of flesh fell
out.
"Oh, der be teef fallin'!"
Sighing, Abric watched Licidion a moment longer, before looking
down to one of the many copies of the letter Sammuel originally
wrote.
"I will find you, whore's kin. Then we will have a discussion..
as best one can with peasants."
[Frain]
*Frain reads the note, rolls her eye, and saunters back to the
table where her husband sits reading an old text of some sort*
"What was that about Love?" Necrosis looks up from the papers, by
the Gods, she is still so lovely to me, he thinks to himself.
"That foul human Sammuel, says we should give up Sister
Lascivious. He seems to think we are bothered by dieing at the
Harbor the other night. But why would we care, we brought many
more deaths to them, we held that Harbor for an hour and a
half......delusional creatures these Blades, clearly not a
threat, or worth our time. " As Frain spoke , the frost around
her begins to swirl and become stronger, her breath icy and cold,
even before a fire.
"There there my darling wife, don't give them a thought. They
will never have Lascivious, we will protect her, she is our
Sister now. " Necrosis grabs her hands in his , and she calms.
They stare at the fire, enjoying each others company.
[Lascivious]
He loves me
[Hektar]
Or he wants to kill you ?
[Lascivious]
Perhaps both
[Clys]
'Lily, my sweet, will you read this note to me please? The ink
that's been used casts too little shadow for me to make it out,"
Clys says, sounding a bit bored.
Danlily obediently takes the note and reads it aloud to her
mistress.
Clys giggles, the sound she makes not the innocent one of a young
girl, but wicked and devilish.
"Oh, my, yes... the paladin who shows up at the very end of the
battle, and finding me alone on hillock in the swamp, slays me
with the aid of his friends. How brave he is! How noble! As if a
single death would make up for all the bodies I left lying before
the harbor gates. As if I wouldn't simply rise again to stand
motionless in the shadows, watching him as he strode away, unable
to find me."
Clys cleans some blood from beneath her fingernail with the end
of her poisoned dagger.
"He wants to be rejoined with his sister? Well I see no reason to
deny him. But he will have to join her here. He will have to
become as dead and despoiled as she is. He will have to become
one of us. I will be most pleased to help him achieve his goal."
Clys grabs Danlily's golden hair and yanks it back, exposing the
warm throat of her. She sinks her fangs into Danlily's neck for a
moment, tasting the sweetness of Danlily's blood, as Danlily
closes her eyes and lets her hands drop to her sides. Danlily's
nipples press out against her tunic and Clys giggles again.
[Licidion]
...
"I like chicken!"
A sudden scream came from the corner, as Licidion plunged the
head of a mechanical chicken onto it's body, sharply twisting it
into place. Unnatural cracking and buzzing could be heard from
the object as it spurned to life, stumbling as it walked around.
Licidion clapped happily, watching the near-dead mechanical
monstrousity come to life. The strange thing about it was, that
there was a human hand attatched as one of it's wings, with a
small insignia ring with the crest of the Blades of Lorderon. It
flapped and fluttered, and although it was moving as such, it's
softness and glow could have meant it belonged to a paladin at
some point. Where was the rest? Perhaps reincarnated in some way,
or in his stomach. Care to find out?
In any case, the madman sat there, watching it flutter about
inconsistantly, and fall over a few times, but somehow flopping
back to its feet. Licidion's eyeball-less sockets peered over in
the direction of Las, overhearing bits and pieces of her
conversation over the letter..which he couldn't read, so he
really didn't know what was going on other then what was being
said.
"Well, yer a fersaken, and 'e's a 'uman, righ?" He said in his
broken orcish, though all his forms of speech were broken in some
way. Licidion recalled the conversations about Sammuel before,
and he could gather the general idea of the conversation.
"Well, unless yer gonna be able t' turn back int' a 'uman
magically like a chicken turns inta a turkey, den yer kinda
stuck. 'e on d' udda 'and.." he muttered quietly, as he pulled a
small vial from one of his tattered pockets. Holding it up to
Las, he gave it in offering. "Den I only see one way t' be
settlin' dis. Dat dere be a nice poison I made meself!" he said,
almost too proudly.
"Slip em dis, on a stab-stab, er in a fruity 'uman drink, and
'e'll be deader den a gnome on...well...any time. Cause gnomes
die. Dat's what dey do." he said, with a rotted-toothy grin.
"Maybe 'e becomes fersaken, maybe na, but one t'ings fer sure, ye
ain't got much of a choice if'n ye wanna be buds wit 'im again."
[Skash]
Skash looks at the note, trying to read it the best he can. When
frustration quickly overcomes him, he snatches the note and slams
it down in front of Frain*
Skash no read gud... yous reads ta Skash?
*After hearning the story, Skash looks puzzled*
Who be his sister? Dis human not know what he in for! Skash stop
squishy human!!!
*Looking very irrate now, Skash stomps off, finding a poor
chicken to take his anger out on. The chicken practically
explodes when after the ferocious charge and chop from his axe*
Skash gonna smash human like he smash chicken!!! Hey...
chicken...
*He picks up what is left and begins to eat it*