Discord
Changelog
01-06-2014, 04:12 PM
The Masked One and Ireni had stood gazing into the crystal ball at Thazar Keep, now returned to the world. The Masked One was chanting a spell Ireni was not familiar with, but made the air around them deathly cold.
At the top of the keep, the blast of magic that had so often saved others flashed over the creature Nymcar. It began to shimmer darkly and change into an attractive woman with a wide, sensuous mouth, several silver rings in each ear, and a stud in the left side of her nose. With a gasp her naked chest began to rise and fall, her eyes slowly opened, and she staggered to her feet. Leaning heavily against the top of the battlements, she grimaced as she tried to collect herself.
Back in Ireni’s chambers, the Masked One turned to Ireni and in his harsh, malevolent voice stated “The zulkir council meets tomorrow. Everything is in place and Valerios will be removed in disgrace as Tharchion for the disasters he presided over. All that remains is to get her to Eltabbar,” he pointed back to the crystal ball and the woman surveying the castle.
“She will be there, and no one the wiser for her absence,” Ireni nodded. “We have covered our tracks well, and only we know the truth of things. Even she is unaware of your existence and just how I knew of the Horde’s arrival - as we planned. And those who unknowingly aided us should be content they ‘killed the villain’ responsible for the keep’s disappearance, it has all been wrapped up nicely.”
The Masked one tilted his head in response, and then turned back to the woman in the crystal ball. She was now personally invested and deeply indebted to the Shadows for what was about to occur. In time, the debt would be called upon and, if necessary, the geas invoked.
Meanwhile, back on the top of Thazar Keep the woman carefully examined herself to make sure no vestiges of the horrid form she had reluctantly taken were left. A smile grew on her face as the pain of nearly dying was replaced by the feeling of sheer joy, and she turned to look out over the courtyard of what she knew was to become the eastern outpost of her tharch.
Yes, thought Nymia Focar, the soon-to-be-tharchioness of Pyarados, it was all worth it, no matter the cost to come.
At the top of the keep, the blast of magic that had so often saved others flashed over the creature Nymcar. It began to shimmer darkly and change into an attractive woman with a wide, sensuous mouth, several silver rings in each ear, and a stud in the left side of her nose. With a gasp her naked chest began to rise and fall, her eyes slowly opened, and she staggered to her feet. Leaning heavily against the top of the battlements, she grimaced as she tried to collect herself.
Back in Ireni’s chambers, the Masked One turned to Ireni and in his harsh, malevolent voice stated “The zulkir council meets tomorrow. Everything is in place and Valerios will be removed in disgrace as Tharchion for the disasters he presided over. All that remains is to get her to Eltabbar,” he pointed back to the crystal ball and the woman surveying the castle.
“She will be there, and no one the wiser for her absence,” Ireni nodded. “We have covered our tracks well, and only we know the truth of things. Even she is unaware of your existence and just how I knew of the Horde’s arrival - as we planned. And those who unknowingly aided us should be content they ‘killed the villain’ responsible for the keep’s disappearance, it has all been wrapped up nicely.”
The Masked one tilted his head in response, and then turned back to the woman in the crystal ball. She was now personally invested and deeply indebted to the Shadows for what was about to occur. In time, the debt would be called upon and, if necessary, the geas invoked.
Meanwhile, back on the top of Thazar Keep the woman carefully examined herself to make sure no vestiges of the horrid form she had reluctantly taken were left. A smile grew on her face as the pain of nearly dying was replaced by the feeling of sheer joy, and she turned to look out over the courtyard of what she knew was to become the eastern outpost of her tharch.
Yes, thought Nymia Focar, the soon-to-be-tharchioness of Pyarados, it was all worth it, no matter the cost to come.