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| Sphynx | Apr 23 2009, 10:38 PM Post #1 |
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The festival had left her drained; she had never enjoyed being around that dense of a population unless they were worshipping her, not some Empress whom she had never even met. She knew that Grand Master Andromalius the Wicked had a servant waiting for her at the gates, but she first wanted to rest in a real bed. She paid triple the cost of a room at the first inn she saw to get the very last room that they had. The maid showed her up to her room and asked if she wanted a bath drawn in her room, but Sphynx merely laughed in her face before entering the room and slamming the door. She knew she would need a good night’s sleep, as she had a long day of travel and evil plots tomorrow… The first half of the night passed uneventfully for the necromancer, who slept deeply and dreamed of minions of the dead and people running at the mere sound of her name. Blood pooled in the streets, and he was at her side once again, as if he had never left. He took her hand as she moved along her kingdom, and everyone bowed to their king and queen as she passed. It was a dream that had escaped her grasp before, falling apart at the seams before it became reality. She had not seen such things in her dreams for several years now, but they were now giving her one of the best nights of sleep she had in a long time. It was past the third hour of the night when her dreams changed swiftly, a new scene running through her mind. A dark, tall tower set among mountainous cliffs blurred at the edge of her vision. She had never seen such a place in reality, but she felt drawn to it nonetheless. A moment later the scene shifted again. She could see herself standing at the edge of a black, stone balcony overlooking the same mountains. She was shrouded in a long navy gown with sleeves fitted down to the elbows before flowing widely around her wrists. She could also see that there was a thin, silver circlet around the crown of her head. There was still an army of the undead surrounding the base of the black tower, and they were all cheering at the sight of her. She watched as a smile rose upon her lips and her arm rose to wave out to them, and suddenly she was in her own body waving to the crowds and seeing them through her own eyes. Her smile only grew as she felt the crown on her head and the silk of the regal fabric against her skin. She had always known that she would make a good ruler, well, they would. She waited for her king to join her at his side, as always… “My Queen looks splendid this evening…” She jumped as a voice whispered in her ear, for it was very different from the one that she was expecting. Slowly she turned to stare into the lifeless, yet still fiery eyes of Andromalius as he walked towards her, arms outstretched… Perhaps it was the shock or maybe confusion that forced her eyes open wide…or perhaps it was sheer willpower. She sat up suddenly and quickly gazed around the room as searching to see if anyone else was there or had seen what she had. Pearls of perspiration glistened upon her brow. She lifted one of her slender hands and in a flash it moved across her own face with a loud smack. Of late she had been far too emotional, and the very word sent a shudder down her spine, and she had to get a hold of herself. First she told Tsuki far more information about herself than anyone deserved to know, and now she was really dreaming of…him; this banshee that she had just met. It didn’t help that it was getting to be that time of year once again; they had met in the spring. Ever since they had separated, she had grown to hate this time of year for the thoughts that seemed to uncontrollably flicker at the back of her thoughts for a month. She practically jumped out of bed and left the room, deciding that she had gotten plenty of sleep that night. She left the money on the counter and left the inn almost as swiftly as she had entered it hours before. The streets were much quieter, and cooler, than they had been before. She let the night air play across her skin as she practically ran for the front gates, knowing the she would feel better once she was outside of this wretched city. At least the celebrations seem to have quieted down, though there were still a few people milling about and shouting about this and that. She reached the gate without a hitch, and instantly saw the two things she had been looking for. The first was Dark, whom she knew would be waiting for her outside of the city. The second was a shadow elemental that was waiting to lead her to the banshee’s lair within the mountains. She walked first over to the stallion, who nipped at her shoulder for keeping him waiting for so long. After replacing the reigns and mounting the steed, she led him over to the shadow elemental, which seemed to have plenty of patience to wait. “Please lead me to the fortress of Andromalius.” At once the creature was off, soaring along the road to the east. The stallion reared once, the showoff, before picking up the chase. She knew it would take some time to travel there, but she didn’t mind. The nighttime travel helped to clear her mind of all unnecessary thoughts by the time they were able to see the mountains. The shadow continued along a path that led into the heart of the mountains, only resting when was absolutely necessary. Even still it took a day and a half just to reach the mountain’s base. While the creature had no trouble floating above the path, the stallion had a bit more difficulty trekking these rocky trails. At least the elemental had plenty of patience and didn’t seem to mind that it had to stop several times to wait for the horse, not that it would have been able to complain anyway. Finally they rounded a corner that didn’t even seem to be there at first glance, and Sphynx found herself in a wide valley staring at the same dark tower that had haunted her dreams. She shook her head at the sight of it, not really surprised that it was the exact same one. The servant led the pair to an almost imperceptible cave that led to a large throne room. The horse’s hooves clipped loudly upon the black marble flooring, which was the only sound that could be heard at all. The moment they entered the throne room, the servant bowed to her once before disappearing, its mission accomplished. Sphynx dismounted from the stallion and glanced once around the room, which was completely empty aside from the single throne and the staircase behind it. Night was falling once again by this time, and though she wasn’t even sure if the master of the house was home, she daren’t wander about it without permission. “Oh, Andromalius…I have arrived, per your wishes. Don’t keep me waiting.” Her words held a hint of sharpness, almost as if they held a threat to them. |
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| Andromalius | Apr 23 2009, 11:02 PM Post #2 |
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"Paaaaatience, my dear..." sang the disembodied echo in a voice so silky smooth it could peel the clothes off of any village girl. Truly, he had some enchanting vocals. Regardless, his voice rang from every corridor, so it was impossible to discern from which direction he was coming. Surprisingly enough, he came through a wall, his bare top half sinking through to reveal a cheshire grin plastered to his face. "Oh! Pardon my informality. As you very well know, when a body becomes intangent, the clothes never do. So, if you don't mind, you'll have to settle for only half of me for the moment until this cursed thing wear off. Do make yourself at home. My corridors are yours this evening while you are my guest. Once again, pardon me." The torso fell back into the stone and vanished. After all, it would be terrible if his body decided to become solid while he was inside. Floating swiftly up the staircase, out of her view, he flew to his private chambers to prepare his clothes. He hadn't expected her for at least another six hours, after all. Yet, the dream still lingered on his mind ...her reaction to his proposal. Too soon? Perhaps. It certainly appeared to scare the bejeezus out of her at the moment. Ah, but she will warm to him in no time, he assured himself. Moments later, he arrived within his room, eyes scanning the various shades of red, black, white, and gray ensembles. He decided, when his limbs materialized, on a particularly lavish outfit. For now, he could only wait... |
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| Sphynx | Apr 23 2009, 11:17 PM Post #3 |
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The echoing voice caused only for her eyes to rise up towards the ceiling and glance about the room for the source of it. She sighed at the words, already tired of waiting to make plans of destruction. “I’m not good at ‘patience’ when I want something.” What that ‘something’ was she left unspoken. She turned towards his torso as it materialized through the wall, slightly surprised that he had this ability, though her face didn’t show it. She merely smiled at those eyes that she felt she had just seen only moments ago, though the dream she had was almost two days ago. “I understand completely. Please, take your time.” While in ethereal state, she knew that she could easily overpower him with any number of spells, and the thought was an intriguing one. She could feel his spirit much more easily now than she had at the festival, though that could also be because they weren’t surrounded by irritating crowds of fools. “Make yourself at home.” he had said. She glanced around the room one more time before her eyes fell finally upon the throne that stood out among the marble flooring, deciding she could easily make herself at home in such a seat. She draped herself upon it, even going so far as to turn her body sideways so as to sling her legs upon one of the arms while leaning her back upon the other. Her black cloak fell around her in a wide half circle and her arms folded themselves upon her stomach. She wondered what exactly his plans were as she sat in his chair, and what her part would be in them. Surely the dream that she had would not possibly come true; evil did not usually rule in pairs. Perhaps she could control the army itself or focus on a certain kingdom. The world, after all, was a large one. |
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| Andromalius | Apr 23 2009, 11:30 PM Post #4 |
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At long last, he could sit on the edge of his bed without falling through it. When this was accomplished, he quickly grabbed up his garments and headed down while dressing himself. When he reached the bottom, he was almost pleased to see her so comfortable in his throne. His amusement showed with a lop-sided smirk as he reached back to expertly tie his hair into a high tail. To obstruct his nude figure from her view, he wore an intricate robe of white silk with a high collar, lined with silver, embroidered onto it what appeared to be the outline of flames in silver stitching. Over this sleek garment was a bulkier robe of black satin which trailed behind his feet for several feet. "Welcome, welcome. I hope my servant didn't cause you any trouble on your travels," with that, he waved his hand in a sign of dismissal as the elemental vanished. "Shall we skip the pleasantries and get down to business? Are there any questions you would like answered before hand?" |
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| Sphynx | Apr 24 2009, 12:10 AM Post #5 |
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She occupied herself easily, once again considering plans darker than those that any normal person would ever think up, though her thoughts kept straying back to the tower itself. She wondered how long it stood there, what the other rooms held, and where she could get one herself. She glanced behind the back of the chair as she heard his soft footfalls upon the smooth, marble stairs. His appearance had improved since he had popped in before, not that she had really minded the sight of his bare chest. However the clothing he wore made him look more like the master of such a fortification. The high collar gave him a more imperial look, and she had to admit that she approved of the silver flames stitched into the white robe. She wondered if he had picked a robe with flames on it for a reason, but she wasn’t sure that he knew about that interest of hers. At least, she didn’t remember mentioning it the last time they spoke. Maybe it was the horse that had given her away. A wave of her own hand indicated the ease with which she found the fortress. “Your servant was most accommodating along the way, well at least as accommodating as an elemental can be.” She smiled up at him from her seat, making no indication that she was planning on vacating it for him to use. She saw no disadvantage to looking up at him as he spoke. “I agree; business before…well, other things.” Of course she had questions, and plenty of them. But there were also some other matters that she wanted taken care of at the start as well. “First off, is there any place where my horse could be housed? And on that note, do you have a guest room where I could stay while I am here? I assume that I shall be staying here for a short time during these planning stages and while other supporters of your cause report in? Do you have other supporters?” She assumed that he had more than just him and her, since he had been planning on speaking with the Empress during the festival. She hoped she wasn’t incorrect in that assumption, while at the same time wondering if she knew any others that would even be willing to join in with a banshee. “I would also like a tour of your fortress.” She crossed one leg over the other before glancing quickly back at him and adding, “if it isn’t too much trouble, that is.” He was making this too easy for her to forget her place as a pawn in a larger scheme, and she wasn’t sure what to think about that just yet. |
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| Andromalius | Apr 24 2009, 02:00 PM Post #6 |
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He chuckled darkly at just how comfortable she seemed, enough to completely take control of the conversation and pelt him with questions dripping with an undertone of 'I do hope you aren't a novice'. If it were anyone else, he would have put them in their place, but he needed her intact for his conquest, among other things. "Of course. We'll get to all of that. Please, give me some credit. I must at least-" he coughed, stuttered, forcing out the last bit,"-be your equal." The mage attempted to be polite, but calling himself an equal to anyone still left a horrible taste in his mouth. Taking a few confident steps towards her, he stared down at her face as he held his taloned hand out to graciously help her up. "I'll take you to the war room. I will tell you the details of my plan there with visual aid." With his other hand, without needing to look, he flicked his wrist. A bolt of black light shot out, electrifying the surface of one of the walls. The stone crumbled away to reveal the black abyss from which another elemental sprung. "Charlie," he finally glanced over his shoulder to the new creation. "Take the lady's mount to the field outside." "To answer your questions-" he returned his attention to her. "The meadow will offer your steed food, water, shelter, and space. My lineage of Black Magicians ride on undead dragons, not horses, so we have yet to add a stable. Yes, I do have a guest room I think you'll find quite accommodating. I wasn't expecting you to stay for too long, but your company is welcomed, as long as you don't mind some mid-day screaming. Regrettably, I cannot control my vocals all of the time, let alone the agonized bellows of the servants." He grinned. "I do have other supporters. As of now, I have three, including yourself, but I know that with only you and I, I would most likely be quite capable of realizing my dream. The world has gone soft. I have not. But yes, I have many more targets - eh, individuals in mind that will be joining us shortly. The tour will come after we speak above. Now come. Time is wasting." The hand he had offered her's fingers twitched, beckoning for her to take it quickly. "...Might I add, you look lovely this eve." |
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| Sphynx | Apr 27 2009, 07:10 PM Post #7 |
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An eyebrow rose swiftly at his cough, though it had little to do with the hesitation in his speech. Sphynx did not consider themselves to be equal in any way, though this was partially because she still knew little about his actually talents. The fact that he was considering starting up some excitement in this land was enough for her to at least give him the time of day, but she hadn’t seen enough of his skills for her to have that high of an opinion of him just yet. Maybe with time he would gain respect in her eyes, though she doubted that even then he would be up to her high standards. She said nothing as she rose upward to a standing position, her dark travelling cloak falling to the floor as she stood. Her eyes glanced towards the staircase before moving to the new summon who would be leading her noble steed away. She considered warning the elemental that the stallion had a tendency to bite, among other things, but she decided against it. Though both creatures were elementals, and she had little doubt that the horse would be able to harm this Charlie, she didn’t think that the pair would be in each other’s presence long enough for Dark to cause any real harm. “So your state of being isn’t the only thing you can’t control? I’m assuming this is due to the hibernation period you had, trapped in that crystal for so long? How long do you think until your powers fully return?” Her question was casual, though her reasoning was not. If he was able to gain power, with the help of minions such as herself, before he fully gained control over the ability to remain in a tangible form, it would be easier for her to topple him as ruler. She slipped her fingers into his hand, which was just as cold as she expected it to be. “One would think, by the simple nature of the cloak with which I was travelling in, that you were merely trying to flatter me with such a statement. Either way, I’m not sure that I entirely care; I appreciate the sentiment just the same.” She eyed him with a sly look to her eyes and small, slightly crooked smile, once again finding her curiosity about this creature growing. She didn’t even know if he had the capability to feel human emotions, but he certainly knew how to talk the talk. “I must say, you don’t look too bad yourself. Your choice of clothing suits you quite well.” She took a step closer and slipped her left arm through his right, once again glancing towards the staircase. “Lead away. I’m dying to see what you have planned.” Once again her voice lowered to that of a soft purr. She considered asking about who his other supporters were, as she had a few people in mind that they might be, but she could wait. Patience would be key in this game that they were playing. |
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| Andromalius | Apr 29 2009, 12:46 PM Post #8 |
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He looked on with the fakest of smiles as she moved and spoke, finally becoming close enough to kidnap his arm. Such a gesture was hardly comfortable - he felt the slightest nausea - but not because it was her, more the fact that she was touching him in a manner he had not been touched in centuries. When at the peak of his powers, as he conquered all of Morrim, no soul would dare be so bold as to touch him thusly for fears worse than death. "Why thank you. I admit, I am attempting to please you," he turned to look at her, responding to her compliment about his clothing. To her curious inquiries of when his powers would return, or the fact he couldn't completely control himself, he raised a brow and smiled, a little more genuine. "The hibernation has merely put my powers into a suppressed state. Let's make the time frame a surprise. The screaming late at night, well, that's something entirely different. A racial trait. That, I will never be able to control." Up the staircase he led her to the next floor, where they would be stopping to speak of conquest. A large table made of black marble took up nearly the entire room. Chains lingered on the walls, marking that there was absolutely nowhere in this unholy place that wasn't tainted by some kind of hateful torture. Andromalius slithered his arm away from her grasp and arrived at a place on the table where many books were strewn about. A large map of Elenlond was unwrapped, held in place by stones. Here, he placed his hands on the table and gestured for her to come stand beside him. "...Sphynx," he cooed, his grin fading into a tired and irritated expression. "It is in your eyes and your voice where your true intentions lie. If you are to join me and be a deciding soul within this campaign... Let me put this bluntly so there is no confusion." He stood, hands off the table, and took a step towards her - dangerously close. His eyes were more intense than usual, penetrating her skull, looking down on her with the intention of letting her know that she should know better. "Cut the crap. Stop your song and dance for me. I knew we were like-minded when I found you, and you cannot attempt to manipulate a manipulator." He turned back to his map, folding his arms behind his back. "If you wish to be my soldier, then act as such. I know we can run the world straight into ruin with our minds combined, and when it is over and I govern it all, then we can have our falling-out. Until then, no more games. I want the real Sphynx, not the painted-face doll that you have come off as so far." His eyes shifted back to her. How did he know? Easy. The dream. She thought for a split second that she had conquered, that she was supreme, and she had told herself it was no surprise. A soul like that, a soul like his, would trample everyone and everything in order to obtain their desires. ...And it seemed she had been waiting for this opportunity for quite some time. As he declared, right now it didn't matter what her true intentions were. She knew it would be smarter to side with him and ensure the land was claimed before posing as his enemy, which it was. As long as he knew she was serious about this, it was all copacetic. Why, she could come right out and flaunt that she intended to strike him down at the end if she wanted to. "Have I offended you?" he blinked slowly, a considerably cold exterior revealing itself. |
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| Sphynx | May 10 2009, 06:24 PM Post #9 |
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She could tell that he was acting just as false as she was, but that was just part of the game of war. She made no comment of her own regarding his efforts to appeal to her nor his remarks about the return of his powers. She would merely have to wait and see what happened and what powers he truly claimed once he was restored to his complete state. He would be a powerful creature indeed, and if she did decide to move against him, a matter of which she hadn’t fully made up her mind yet, she would have to strike before that happened. The moment that they entered his war room her attention turned from him and towards the marble table and the papers littered across it. She only gave a quick glace to the chains upon the walls, as if such things were perfectly normal in her eyes, before eyeing the maps and books. She was still looking down when he spoke her name. The change in his was noticeable enough for her to raise her guard back up to its fullest extent, not that she had let it down much in the first place. Slowly her head rose and her eyes found his, and she refused to look away. She listened in silence as he spoke, not once interrupting. Her mind churned as her brow narrowed, but not once did she utter a word until he was finished. “Offended me? I think not. But please understand something…” Her voice grew cold and lowered to a dangerous whisper as she spoke. She hadn’t flinched as he closed in nor as his dark eyes stared into her. “I could crush you to a speck of dust with less effort than it took me to climb those stairs. You say you were created by a goddess; well I used to be one. And that crystal you were trapped in?” She scoffed at the idea that a mere crystal could hold him. Is that really all that it took? Was she wise for following someone who could be trapped so easily? “…That crystal would seem like a luxury summer house compared to what I could do to you.” It didn’t even matter that she was giving away information now; she doubted that, at this time, he had the ability to defeat her. It was all cards on the table now, but she held the ace. “You need me to help you. You can’t even hold your own self together yet…and somebody has to do the all the work in the beginning while you convalesce in this prison you call a fortress.” She circled the table on which the maps sat as she spoke, stopping when she stood across from the fair haired spirit. Her own arms mimicked his as they folded themselves behind her back. “So what, you may ask, am I getting out of this?” And she knew he would have asked. In the end, she would take away what she gave to him. She would take his paradise and burn it down. “Well…I will get what I want in the end. Of that, I am certain.” She leaned forward, spreading her hands across the table and keeping her gaze upon him. Her voice lost some of its edge as her tone become more even. “Now, Andi, my pet, one of us may have to leave in the end. We both know that. But why dwell on the end, when this is just beginning?” She forced a smile, and small though it was, it was at least genuine. As much as she wanted to lash out at him right this moment, she would restrain herself, for now. She knew the benefit of their alliance, and she would stick to her word to uphold it while it was still beneficial to her. “I will recognize you as the leader of this entire affair, as difficult for me as that may be, but in turn I demand the respect due to me for my part in this plot.” She barely gave him time to answer before she looked down at the map once more. “So please, tell me what you would like me to do, master.” The last word came out slightly mangled as she forced it past her lips, but the important was that it came out. She hoped that would settle things for now. She didn’t come here to fight with him, as enjoyable as that might be, but she understood his point. She wasn’t used to being the one who followed orders, but she was going to have to learn how to if she wanted this to work. They could, and most likely would, kick the crap out of each other later. |
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| Andromalius | May 10 2009, 07:53 PM Post #10 |
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"So now am I your pet, or am I your master?" a wicked grin unfurled, his dark eyes swirling with excitement. She truly was a creature of magnificence, the way she had practically stripped him of his power on her right then and there. It was reminiscent of playing with fire ...and in way, he wanted to get burned ...by her. What he wouldn't give to chain her to the wall of the room right now and play with her. His dead heart was beating at a rapid rate, and if she were anyone else, by Gods he would do what he wished. But the lady commanded respect, and respect would be given, in as much of a way as he was capable. If anything, he should indulge her. ...A new game was beginning, the ancient cogs in his head grinding away the cobwebs, leaking black oil onto the situation. The mage followed her round the table, coming to stand a foot away, a hand spreading across the table beside hers and he used it to lean, the other hand balling into a fist where it rested against his waist. His brows rose, the wicked grin distorted into one of incredible amusement. "See, this is why I like you. Because you could slaughter me with little effort. Sphynx, I have finally made an opinion of you. It is that you must be superior, as you have just brutally humbled me. Please, take my apologies for treating you like some random bimbo. Take my tower. Take anything of mine you wish, for it is I that should be calling you Mistress. Regardless of how you have fallen, you are still a Goddess to me. I will treat you as such." His eyes shifted to the plans, a taloned nail digging into what was now called Morrim. "I have already infiltrated the Empress's advisers. Next is Ashoka, then Soto, and finally Angkar. The lands of Esiria are currently off limits out of respect for my mother until we have seized Soare. Now, with a little more detail..." He hunkered over the map, explaining the plans one step at a time. They were very well laid-out, and very possible. It was now only a matter of setting these plans into action and it seemed Soare would be theirs for the taking, like candy from a baby. All the while, he would glance to the ex-goddess's eyes, tripping over his words only once as her countenance seemed to have such an effect on him. Once again, what he wouldn't give... Edited by Andromalius, May 10 2009, 07:55 PM.
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| Anemone Richards | May 10 2009, 08:36 PM Post #11 |
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"Master? Unlike Sphynx, whose distaste for the word was not fully suppressed, this new voice spoke it freely, without inhibition nor hesitation to mark it. A dark figure had come to pass before the door, pausing before it with the curious blink of yellow-green eyes. At the room's great entrance, she sat, primly placed with her feline elegance, her head tilted ever so slightly in thoughtless inquiry. Her wings, neatly folded, nearly blended with her sleek ebony coat, while her hair, it's usual dirt-colored tossle, played a dance before her gleaming eyes. The serpent of her rear slithered forthward, resting upon her forepaws with the whisper of a greeting hiss. The bronze face stared blankly at her master, like the expression of an empty doll, and turned gaze upon the other that shared his space. This woman the feline had never seen, did not know in the slightest least, so it was natural that she be wary, as guardian of her master's grace. Claws outstretched in preparation, but the summon did not strike. Awaiting her master's wishes, her eyes shifted back to him expectantly. "Master, I have not wish to cause disturbance, so it is request that my interruption be forgiven. There has been rise in infestation, that of rodentia variety, and as myself is not exempt from need of nourishment, it was felt to be productive that I might handle the problem of my own accordance. It is my hope that this is found acceptable, Master, and does not displease you." As was typical of the sphinx, her purpose was declared in lengthy fashion, with an almost pleading undertone to her otherwise emotionless voice. She was eager, however eager as she could be, to serve her master the best she could. That she took it upon herself to do anything without his commanding it was out of the ordinary, but he had left her to her own idle devices. Her attention returned to the woman, at whom her somewhat innocently wide-eyed expression dissipated for a more wary and judging stare. She did not like this woman in the slightest bit- she was a danger to her master, and, as her senses did tell her, one openly so. Yet not all was just that, as the cat had an inkling, for her face felt ever so slightly heated, that this other female was not just a threat to her master, but one to herself as well. For what reason this was, the sphinx could not comprehend it, but nonetheless felt overpowerlingly the same: whoever this was, she did not like her there. Not willing to displease her master, however, the summon spirit kept silent on the matter, and instead made inquiry of their recent and unwelcome guest. "It is wondered if I might ask identity of this female entity, Master, and what purpose has she in Master's presence?" |
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| Sphynx | May 13 2009, 12:40 PM Post #12 |
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“You can be whatever you want to be.” A sigh caught in her throat, suppressed before it had the chance to escape her lips. Though the smile upon his face seemed genuine enough, she was wary of this change in his attitude towards her. She wasn’t so sure that she completely enjoyed this side of him, though the flattery wasn’t entirely unwelcome either. She wasn’t one to fall for fancy words alone. She had yet to see enough of his own power for her to be entirely impressed. The tower was lovely and he did mention his skills, once they were fully restored, but she would need to see it to believe it. Until that time, she would keep herself at arm’s length. She said nothing else in response to his words and instead turned her attention towards the maps before them as he laid out his plans. Her eyes occasionally found his across the maps, but her focus remained on the strategies and ideas regarding their take over. Her part in this façade became more clear as the plans were laid, and she began to understand what was wanted of her. It wouldn’t be difficult either, not the way that he had set everything up. A shadow across the door turned her attention away from the table for a moment, and the sight of the figure in the doorway pushed the thoughts of undead armies from her mind in a flash. A curious expression drifted through her eyes as a frown kept up the corners of her mouth. Outside of pictures in a book and stone sculptures, she had never before seen the likes of such a creature. The creature was beautiful, that she could not deny. She listened with growing curiosity as the creature spoke of her latest undertaking before the feline eyes drifted across her own face. Though her features were striking, Sphynx did not like the look that she received. Her own face became impassive as she listened to the eloquent speech. She answered for herself before Andi got a chance to speak for her, directing her words towards the other female. “Me? I am merely a pawn in the hands this being.” She gestured to her side where Andromalius was standing without taking her eyes off of the sphinx. “But who are you? I don’t think he ever mentioned the likes of such a creature being at his disposal.” She didn’t care to give away too much information about herself just yet; if this creature was an important servant to Andromalius, then he could tell her why Sphynx was here. She wasn’t going to waste her breath. |
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| Andromalius | May 13 2009, 02:44 PM Post #13 |
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His ears twitched at the beckon of his devoted servant, calling for his attention. He pulled himself away from the matter at hand to rise once more to full height, his head turning to the doorway of the colossal banquet room. The look of wariness on her face made him smile just a little bit, the corners of his wide mouth turning up. It seemed his pet was slowly but surely gaining a personality for herself. He paused to give Sphynx her moment, nodding graciously as she acknowledged her place as pawn. He could have combated it, called her the queen instead, but decided he had spoken enough on that subject, and didn't care to continue. "Indeed," Andromalius drifted away from Sphynx towards the other sphinx. "Why would I go around announcing such an accommodating servant?" When he arrived, he stooped down to run his sharpened talons back through the creature's hair, down her neck, and scratched at the area between her wings. "Someone may become jealous and come to take her away from me!" His eyes were soft and gentle as he lathered affections on the patchwork guardian. "Eat as many rats as you like, my dear." He stood, letting his hand fall away back to his side. "Erimentha, this is - humorously enough - a Necromancer named Sphynx. She is going to help me take Elenlond for ourselves, so she will be visiting often. For now, she will be staying as our guest with you and I within the tower, so be a respectable host and help her with anything she needs." "Speaking of which," he turned his head to the Necromancer. "I believe I owe you a tour." |
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| Anemone Richards | May 14 2009, 06:34 PM Post #14 |
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The sphinx's sharp talons could extend no further; by this woman's claim, she was a piece of her master's game, just as was her own self. Erimentha did not welcome this, although she could not reason an answer as to why. It were not as though she could have any personal vendetta against her; Erim's concern over others mirrored that of her master's own, so she could have no conflict with this woman if her master did not. Or so she was utmost certain of, for it had long so been the case. What was different? Nothing was different. This woman was not a problem to her, as long as Master was satisfied. Yet that was not the case, for the summon would still not ease. It was not until he had parted from the woman's side to stride in her own direction that her claws willingly withdrew. His touch was greeted with the soft tremor of an appreciative purr, although the acknowledgement of pleasure was a concept that she still had yet to grasp. Even though she lacked the wariness to perceive it, Erimentha was purely elated to have her master's attention- more so now than before with the woman's introduction. Absently, her serpent tail dared itself in a content wave that was almost akin to the wag of any other creature's natural tail, but with too much sentience guiding it to hide the distinct slither of a mindful snake. It mattered little what affect was lost in the action, for the purr spoke loudly for itself. No matter how diluted her emotions were, Erimentha was happy to have her master's eye. The feeling washed away as his hands drew away from her and he proceeded to introduce the woman properly. Had she the willful mind of any other sentient creature, she might have felt insulted that the woman shared a name with that of her species. But as it were, the chimera of a creature was shallow as it came to pride, and made only the most matter-of-fact connection in relation to Sphynx and her racial title. What tickled the numb senses of Erim's gradually blossoming emotions was that this woman would be spending frequent time in the presence of her master. A guest, no less, and that meant that she would longer linger than for just the current whimsy. Her master wished that she cater to this woman... the sphinx nearly felt impulsed to frown. But as was like her, she made no personal comment on the matter. Her senses may have been inclining towards disfavor, but her reasoning mind saw no issue with it, and pressed to acknowledge her master's wish with nought but a nod. "Yes, Master. It shall be taken upon myself to be certain that the woman Sphynx be accomodated for, as per your wish." Both paws stretched forth as she dipped herself into a graceful feline bow, directed to both entities before her, but naturally more so to her master than it was to Sphynx. When she arose, she came up fully, rising upon all four limbs with her slitted irises fixated upon Andromalius. She stared almost eagerly, before releasing her voice to speak once more. "It is wished that you might pardon of my asking, Master, but might myself provide accompaniment?" |
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| Sphynx | May 19 2009, 08:12 PM Post #15 |
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Her gaze followed Andi as he moved closer towards the sphinx, and the wheels in her head turned. It seemed he was quite fond of this creature; perhaps a little too fond of her. The corner of her mouth twitched downwards, but no other emotion betrayed her face. Jealously wasn’t a feeling that she knew, but something was itching the pit of her stomach. She attributed it to her realization that the affection that Andi gave to Erimentha might be used as a weakness. He seemed very fond of having such a powerful summon on his side. She stored that bit of information in her mind for later use. The sphinx was likely smitten, and in fact very taken with him, yet that could simply be an effect of the spell that held her in this world. She gave the creature a nod of her head in response to the bow. It was difficult not to respect a creature that had been pulled away from its home and forced into servitude; but that didn’t mean that she had to like her. The creature hung on Andi’s every word like a bat from the roof of its cave, and the purring was slightly sickening; yet the devotion was complete. Maybe she should get a summon of her own. “Yes, you do owe me a tour.” She walked around the marble table towards the pair. She didn’t dare attempt to take his arm again, and was in fact quite glad that she didn’t have to keep up that charade anymore. What she did do was look Erim up and down once again. She did not like the way that the creature acted towards her, what with the extended claws and half frowns. She didn’t really want the extra company. “I think that Andromalius will be company enough. Besides I’m sure that there are more rats for you to chase if you looked.” Her voice lowered slightly on the final sentence. It wasn’t as though she was trying to keep the comment from Andi, it would likely be impossible to say anything without him hearing as they were so close. He did say that he wanted to see her true colors, and she was showing them. |
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| Andromalius | Jun 2 2009, 02:51 PM Post #16 |
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He was about to open his mouth to agree to Erimentha's wished when the feeling of another presence directly around him drew his attention back to Sphynx. He idly slid his arms into one another's sleeves and blinked slowly at what she had to say. Her attack on his servant was like a dart to his throat, a tiny, almost unnoticeable sting, but pain none-the-less. His instinct was to raise a fist to the venom-tongued female, but that would be quite counter productive. As it was, Erimentha was now more precious to him than an untrustworthy necromancer. But he said nothing to come to her defense. Instead, he gave the creature an adoring ear-scratch. "Sorry, my pet, but the lady wishes for my company alone. Besides, you should be studying. I want your abilities good and ready for the tasks ahead. Taking over the world isn't an easy ambition." Turning his head to Sphynx, he nodded in the direction they were to venture. "Shall we?" He did not wait for her reply, but stepped around Erimentha and started upstairs. As he walked, he noted in the back of his mind that his affections for his servant may begin to grow more than he ought to allow. Feelings made things complicated. He would have to choose between subordinates, which shouldn't be done less they did not preform ideally. Not to mention, he may begin to make less than optimal decisions, such as not sending his favored to the front lines, even if they would be a great advantage. No, this had to stop soon. "This is the library," he called behind his shoulder as he reached the threshold. "I spend most of my time here, and as my ally, you are welcomed to use it as well. Don't mind the mess of books. I'm in the process of training the sphinx." He stepped into the room and gave it an absent look-over. "Dark arts are the majority here. You'll find them on the wall furthest from the window. Elemental magic is to the right, White is to the far left, and to the right of that is modern technologies. You most likely won't find any fiction here, though there is an interesting collection of "fables" over there." |
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| Anemone Richards | Jun 9 2009, 06:23 PM Post #17 |
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Although one unaccustomed to high hopes, Erimentha felt something within her spirit drop like a heavy weight in her chest, her wings dropping back in subconscious reaction. Her tail drooped, even sulked, while the sphinx tried to maintain her inherent indifference. The sensation struck her deeply, but she could no better comprehend the cause for it than she could her unrest towards the unsavory woman. The corners of her lips drew back and downward, but the summon gave only a nod. Her master's denial, in some difficult to understand way, had hurt her. It was not a physical pain, as was the familiar pain of being struck- that she could deal with. But this, this pain was unusual, in that it was felt inside her, as though her very soul had been stricken, and yet not at all in that way. It was much like the hunger in its existence; an ache that would not resolve, and persisted to hurt at the same level, even after the initial blow had been cast. Eyes turned downcast, ears lowered in unwarranted disappointment, even after they had received her master's final attention. Acting on her submissive nature, Erimentha produced her obediant reply in a tone that yet still held its emotionless indifference, but carried a tremor of a mumble attributed most commonly to any source of depression. "Yes, Master." She waited until he and Sphynx had departed before moving a paw, treading off down the hallway with the same heavy weight on her heart. Taking some lesson from her feeding, she detoured in pursuit of a meal with which to relieve herself, reasoning that the pains were similar and so perhaps had a likeness in cure. The first rat she came upon she devoured, only to feel no better than she had before. With no other options in mind, Erimentha bore her ailment as she would any physical pain, striding back towards the library in pursuit of her studies, just as her master had told her to. She endured it now with no outward sign, the image of neutrality restored upon her figure. This, of course, did not last, as she entered the library to find her master there, still in the company of the woman whom had caused her to be sent from his side. Tail drooping down close at her heels as her only outward sign of sulking, the guardian summon padded over to her study table and nudged the nearest book open, throwing all of her attention into the words printed on its page. Her interest yet remained elsewhere, as serpent eyes watched warily the direction where her human head dared not turn. |
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| Sphynx | Jun 15 2009, 10:21 PM Post #18 |
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Her gaze drifted towards the sphinx and remained there as Andromalius told her to go back to her studying and leave the two of them alone. She noted the visible drop in her tail and wings, though the look upon her face remained fairly stable. This was interesting. Perhaps she would have to spend some time alone with the sphinx, if she was ever given the chance. Maybe they could even be friends…maybe. She turned away from the summon as Andromalius turned back towards her. “Yes, of course. Lead on.” She followed him once more back up the staircase, trailing a bit behind so she could take her time in taking in all the sights. And what a sight it was; this library of his. The mess didn’t bother her at all. In fact she barely even noticed it. Instead she simply took in the sheet sight of so many books. “Where did you manage to find them all?” Her own library was lacking, though partially because it was difficult to find the types of books she looked for in this realm. People gave you strange looks or forced you out of their shop if you asked for books on black magic. She wasn’t the biggest fan of reading anyway, though she understood the value of books for any mage. “It is breathtaking.” She moved more slowly now; less eager to move on and more willing to explore this room a bit more. She began to make her way around the library, walking slowly past the large shelves, one hand trailing on the leather bindings as she passed. She recognized several titles as books she had read before or picked up during her travels around the world. There were still plenty that she had never even heard of before. A noise on the stairs broke her trance and she turned to see the sphinx entering the room and taking her place at a small desk. Clearly she was still upset about, well, her own presence. Sphynx could tell simply by the way her tail brushed the ground as she walked. Pyra acted much the same way when she scolded for playing with her food, a rather disgusting thing when a panther is involved. She made her way over to the desk, eyeing the serpent as she did so. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of that, but she didn’t want to underestimate it either. “He said you are working on some training. Can I ask what you are learning?” She figured that this was an acceptable question to ask, since they were all on the same team anyway. She stopped on a couple of feet away from the sphinx, hopefully far enough away from the snake's striking distance. Once again, the tour was put on pause, though this time it was entirely her fault. |
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| Andromalius | Jun 18 2009, 11:13 AM Post #19 |
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He didn't seem to notice the dissatisfaction of his servant, instead amused by Sphynx's awe at his personal collection. Yes, he was quite proud of it. He was a collector of a few things, magical tomes being one of them. "Thank you," he nodded and followed behind her. "I am five centuries old, but many of the books were my former master's. Back, then, this place was maybe half as full. From time to time I'll send the elementals out to retrieve new ones. I wouldn't be surprised if the library in Kinaldi were scratching their heads about who keeps stealing them. Hehe... And the rarer ones are usually the ones I go out into the world seeking. See those storybooks over there?" He pointed to the wall that held the fables. "Interesting little thing. Most of those are exaggerated tales of real people. I guess you could say I have a catalog of forgotten historical figures. Maybe you're in there as well, though I have yet to come across an antagonist named 'Sphynx', specifically. But... they mention me a few times off-handedly. My favorite one is the one where they call me 'The Unholy Scourge of all Life.'" He was talking mostly because he found it boring to watch a woman watch his library. When Erimentha entered, he turned his focus on her as she started to resume her studies. Apparently she had attracted the attention of Sphynx as well as she moved across the room to join her. He did as well, finding a place on the wall behind the celestial creature to lean his back upon, from time to time glancing over Erim's shoulder to see what page she was on. He'd allow her to reply herself, fighting the urge to speak for her. It would do them well to make friends, as long as he knew they could tolerate each other. He wouldn't want to have to chose between them again if he could help it. |
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| Anemone Richards | Jul 1 2009, 06:41 AM Post #20 |
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The cobra's eyes were fixed upon Sphynx and her master, so when the woman approached, the head also turned, its hood held loosely open in restrained warning, much as when she had revealed her claws. It would not do for her to be threatening her master's guests, that could displease him, and displease was the last thing the sphinx was willing to do. With her second head watching, there was no need for her to turn her own head around. Erimentha could see just well enough through her snake eyes; it were as though she had eyes in the back of her head in a way, except that they were located on the tip of her tail, and not shielded by hair. The serpent curled nearer her haunches, rising up off the floor to keep its view of Sphynx. "Master wished that I learn magic..." Her reply was flat, as expressionless as was her face at the moment. She had managed to force away her feelings toward this woman, still unable to understand their origin to begin with. The sphinx had little understanding of personality, only that it were part of the sense of self she was lacking. That she should ever have one hardly crossed her mind. "It is with magic that myself is not familiar, but it is essential that it be learned so that I may not displease Master, and may serve Master to the best of my ability." The summon frowned just then, pointed ears falling back as her shoulders sulked. She had been trying, but her magic prowess was lacking- if not nonexistant. What few spells she had learned, she was little good at. It was a challenge to get them to work properly, and it did little to help that she had none to few upon which to practice. Her gaze turned around to look up at her Master, the snake's eyes dropping away in the same instant to curl up, unneeded, around Erimentha's feet. "Master? It is most difficult to learn without subject to practice on. Might request be made for a being that myself might use?" |
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