[sub]in collaboration with [@Wildeyes], [@SunsetRoses], [@Fetzen], and [@Shagranoz][/sub] [h1][center][i][u]"Rumors & War"[/u][/i][/center][/h1] Rebecca roused herself from her studies as one of the vast numbers of servants tapped her on the shoulder. "Medusa has called for a meeting of the entire coven in the Great Hall. Immediately." Rebecca's skin started to crawl. Most likely, this was to be an inquisition to figure out who had let Mat escape, and she did not desire to be within a hundred leagues of the coven matriarch. Regardless, it was an equally stupid decision to disobey her, so she wearily got to her feet and headed out into the halls. [hr]Coraline had opened the door to her chamber just moments before a lesser witch was going to knock on it. The young woman looked meek and nervous in Coraline's presence; the knight had armored herself and wore all three of her swords. The witch put her hands behind her back, [i]"Erm... Lady Toph..."[/i] she started. Coraline cut her off there, [color=steelblue][b]"I'm not a noble, don't call me lady. That just doesn't sit right with me."[/b][/color] The witch nodded, [i]"Oh... Okay. Well I'm sure you've heard the summons."[/i] Coraline nodded, [color=steelblue][b]"I have. And?"[/b][/color] [i]"Well... The matriarch doesn't want you to attend."[/i] the younger witch said, looking worried. Coraline shrugged and moved past her, [color=steelblue][b]"Well she isn't the boss of me. If Lorelai is going, then I must as well. She'll have to deal with it."[/b][/color] she paused and glanced back over her shoulder, [color=steelblue][b]"And relax. I'm not going to hurt you."[/b][/color] The witch still looked nervous, Coraline assumed she had done exactly what the lesser witch was worried about. It didn't bother Coraline much, it just told her how intimidated the bloodroses were by her. That was fine in her books. [hr]Triss woke slumped in her desk chair, a quill still in hand and a smeared parchment tucked underneath. In bold cursive, she had been writing what she saw in Andri's mind, she had a separate page for Khan and his curiousness. She picked her head up off the paper, peeling it off as it stuck then proceeding to crumple it and toss it in a sizeable pile in the corner. Someone had knocked on her door, and she needed to see who it was. Caring little about how presentable she looked, Triss opened the door. A small, blonde witch stood before her, her hand poised to knock again. Triss tilted her head, waiting for an explanation from the girl. [i]”Triss, have you been announced of the summons?”[/i] The witch asked, her voice sheepish as she chewed on her lips. [i]”To, er...the grand halls?”[/i] [color=89fdc5]”I have not, but I'll be getting ready for them at once. Shoo, girl.”[/color] Triss took a step back, and just as the girl was about to explain something to her, she slammed her door. Triss quickly washed her face and changed into a new dress, waiting a few heartbeats until she heard the sound of soft footsteps escaping down the hall. Triss opened her door, making sure the blonde was gone, then she took off to the Grand Hall, braiding her hair as she went. [hr]Clarissa's feet drug through the hallways of the castle. Sure enough, within weeks of Rebecca's successful bid for peace they'd found themselves at war anyway. At least it was just hunters they'd be killing, and not her sisters. Her face curved into a sudden grin as she spied the lich on her way. Running up to her she called out. "Rebecca! I haven't had much of a chance to talk to you since you left. You simply must fill me in on how you managed a miracle." "It wasn't me, so much as Andri. He was the one who pointed out the stupidity of fighting a war when we know that something big is stirring. I just gave him the opportunity; he did all the hard work." She shrugged. "And what of you, Clarissa? What have you been doing these past few weeks?" "Oh you know. Running letters between mommy and mommy, making sure everyone is aware that there's no war, stuff like that." Clarissa grinned. "Oh, and keeping an eye on one of Lorelai's pets, some knight chick that has some relic blade that Medusa's concerned about. Coraline, if you've met her." As if on queue, Coraline had walked from another corridor and was headed the same way as the two witches. She was quiet as she strode only a few paces ahead of them. The presence Coraline gave off was imposing, like she was still on edge about being in the castle and was ready for action at a moment's notice. Her greave clanked on the stone floor of the castle, the chain armor underneath her light plate rattled. The proximity to Charon's blade made the air feel colder, it was a wonder that Coraline wasn't shivering in that steel armor. "I haven't met her, but I've heard of her." Rebecca turned her rotting head at the sound of a newcomer clanging towards them. "In fact, judging from the descriptions I've heard, that must be her." She glanced at the armored woman. "Coraline, I take it? It's a pleasure to meet you, but... why are you armed? You are under Lorelai's protection; one would have to be suicidal to harm you here." "You know... other than Lorelai." Clarissa added. "Do you need an adult? Is big bad Von'Strauss abusing you?" she chuckled, but her eyes belyed her concern. The older witch had been collecting hunters recently, and rumors flew about their purpose. From strange sexual urges, to blood sacrifice, to demonic vessels. She wasn't dumb enough to stick her nose where it didn't belong, but she didn't envy either Elizabeth or Coraline. Coraline glanced over her shoulder when the first witch greeted her. When asked why she was armed, Coraline shrugged, [color=steelblue][b]"This is a war council, is it not? Where I'm from, being dressed for battle shows what you're capable of when war comes."[/b][/color] There is a pause, only the armor's noise fills the hall. Eventually Coraline speaks again, [color=steelblue][b]"And Lorelai isn't protecting me."[/b][/color] When Clarissa decided to poke fun at Coraline, she stopped and turned to face the two witches. Her eyes locked onto Clarissa, "Everything you say, Lorelai hears, I wouldn't go provoking her when you think she isn't present. Keep your childish comments to yourself." Coraline turned and began heading down the hall again. Triss rounded the corner and scowled at what she found. A woman armed to the teeth, Rebecca -who was rotting very nicely- and Clarissa. She thought about backing up, but by then they had probably already seen her. So, with a small forced smile, she began walking towards them. The closer she got, the colder she felt, a weird sensation that must've been rolling off of one of them. She assumed it was little miss swords, because Rebecca and Clarissa didn't threaten her with frostbite the last time they met. Triss caught the edge of a retort from sassy sword lady, before she scampered off down the hall with a fresh dosage of ego. Triss watched her walk, then slowly made her way over to Rebecca and Clarissa. [color=89dfc5]”Morning, you two.”[/color] "And a good morning to you as well, Triss. I take it you are heading to the meeting as well? At least Coraline dressed properly for the proceedings." Rebecca shrugged her shoulders and spoke to Clarissa. "I wouldn't worry about what Lorelai knows, if only because Lorelai knows everything that goes on around here already. " She walked down the halls after Coraline, beckoning Clarissa and Triss to follow her. "She's still kinda scary though, I just don't like being alone with her." Clarissa picked up her pace, linking arms with Triss if only because she was pretty sure the young witch wouldn't appreciate it and she was feeling capricous. Once they'd caught up with Coraline she grinned at the knight. "You have to tell me... is she fondling your lady bits? I need to know... for my role as the castle gossip." She chuckled. "Very offical stuff." Coraline walked ever forward, listening to the witches snicker and giggle behind her back. She rolled her eyes once or twice at a few comments but decided to not react again; it only satisfied them more. Coraline's temper had never truly recovered, even with her constant training with Charon's blade. The knight was amazed that she even made it that far down the hall without losing her patience with the women. Then Clarissa had to ask about Lorelai's other urges. Coraline kept a calm voice, but she sounded disinterested with the conversation at hand, [color=steelblue][b]"Is that all you care about? What Lorelai does in her bedchamber? I shouldn't need to remind you that your very way of life is threatened by a horde of angry hunters right now. You might not like it but I may one of the few people left to salvage the situation. Don't go burning that bridge."[/b][/color] "Yes, my only concern is who's fucking who, and who's pissed about that." Clarissa said sarcastically. "I'm just trying to make conversation Coraline, cut me some slack huh? Considering you've been woefully remiss in holding up your end." She winked a peace offering at the knight. "Now dish." Triss tried to pull her arm away from Clarissa’s, but the other witch wasn't having it. To be difficult, Triss dropped her weight and forced Clarissa to drag her around. She stopped and straightened her stance when Clarissa approached ‘Coraline' and caused an explosion. Triss scowled at the Coraline, staring at her with a glare as sharp as the swords on her hip. [color=89fdc5]”The bridge is already burned, little one. Ever thought of discussing this with Lorelai, before you go making assumptions?”[/color] Triss said to the witch, who talked proudly but with a tone that gave off nothing. Triss wanted to investigate into the girl's mind, see what was really going on there, and what she was hiding. The thought made Triss want to drool, until she remembered she was supposed to be healing. [i]Lorelai, always having to limit me.[/i] She thought, slightly irritated. Triss didn't know if something had changed, she was going off of what Andri had told her during their time together. In an instant she had relaxed, and turned to Clarissa with a giggle. [color=89fdc5]”I already know who Lorelai is fucking, it's the little blonde one...Elizabeth. I helped her in the act a couple nights ago.”[/color] "Elizabeth? Really?" Rebecca quirked an eyebrow. She hadn't been much for castle gossip, but this caught her off guard. "I'm surprised, to say the least. She and Lorelai didn't seem like a likely match, at least to my eyes. Still, you can never be sure when love will blossom, or when it will wither. It's a curious thing." "Eh, she's blonde, and hot." Clarissa looked dissapointed. She doubted Lorelai 'loved' Elizabeth, surely a witch that old wasn't really capable of love anymore. "Makes enough sense if Lorelai's looking for a bedwarmer. Although the thought of stiff knight lady writhing was more amusing." She looked to Triss. Petite and ill-tempered, just Lorelai's type if Vespa had been any indication. "You... helped? How did that work out? Please tell me that means what I think it does." Coraline sighed as she overheard the conversation behind her. The topic had lost Coraline plenty of hours of sleep because of the blood pact. She rolled her shoulders and pressed on quietly, trying to not listen to the talking behind her. The hallway felt like it would never end. Triss sighed, shaking her head at Clarissa. [color=89fdc5]”It doesn't, I just made Blondie lustful. I'm sure they had a swell night.”[/color] Triss smirked, before adding an afterthought to tease Clarissa. [color=89fdc5]”I did sleep with someone though.”[/color] She bit her tongue to keep herself from laughing, surprised when a blush found her cheeks instead. Oh, it was too much, simply too much. The opportunity to mess with Clarissa's head (and Triss's too) was far beyond her capacity to pass up. "And you were very good at it, too. That thing with your fingers and tits... I'd have never thought of it myself." She winked in such a way that Triss could see it, but Clarissa couldn't. Hopefully, that would be enough to prevent mental torture in retribution. But she somewhat doubted it. Clarissa immediately squealed in delight. "Yes! Oh yeah, now [i]that[/i] is good." She released her hold on Triss and patted her arm proudly. "Lich and the mind witch, I couldn't make that up! Spare my stomach the details, but I must go and inform anyone and everyone of this most joyous occassion." She immediatly turned and skipped down the halls, stopping every witch she found. Triss growled at Rebecca, as Clarissa went running down the halls to tell everyone they had sex. Andri, Alphonse, everyone would hear the lie. Someone had hell to pay, and that someone was the rotting redhead in front of her. Her eyes swept over Rebecca's frame, glowing a bright green. [color=89fdc5]”Why did you do that?”[/color] She asked simply, her voice sickeningly sweet as she tried to lock eyes with the witch "Because it was a great story. I do not regret it in the slightest." Rebecca caught a green flash in Triss's eyes and realized just how deep in trouble she was. Still, she was ready. If Triss wanted to root around in her deepest, darkest moments, she hoped the other witch was prepared for what she'd find. [color=89fdc5]”If you say so.”[/color] Triss replied, calm and collected as her eyes found Rebecca's. It took her only a moment, and she was in. Surprisingly, there were hardly any walls for Triss to go around. Triss liked this, the fact that Rebecca was ready to face the consequences of her actions. She had wanted to make the witch scream and jump like a fool, but she figured she could lesser the punishment. Who was she kidding? Of course she wouldn't do that. Triss traversed the planes of Rebecca's mind, rubbing her hands together in preparation. There was happiness, anger, sadness, all things one would expect in a normal person's mind. Triss was ready to back out, disappointed but still furious, when she found it. In the deep recesses of Rebecca's mind, hidden by a thin veil of acceptance, was the perfect subject. A ball of agony, panic, and fright, in a concentrated mass so large it made Triss look like a cowering ant. The screams coming from it were priceless, potent and extreme. Was it too much, to draw this out? Triss knew it was, but she could care less. She took a small amount, something that would only last a few agonizing minutes. With the saddening realization she could have taken more and made it worse, Triss planted the memory in the front of Rebecca's thoughts, and pulled out. Triss stood there, arms crossed in satisfaction, as she waited for the effect to kick in and take hold. She would consider Lorelai's possible explosion later, for now she would enjoy her small victory. The pain. Oh god, she'd almost forgotten what pain felt like, not having dealt with it in her new state. Almost. Rebecca crumbled in an agonized heap, as the excruciating feeling made her vomit a black, fetid substance. And that was only the beginning. Next was the fear. What if... what if it didn't work? Would her mind and soul be trapped in the crystal, in the darkness, for all eternity? She only had one chance at this, and the consequences were terrifying if she failed. She whimpered uncontrollably, reduced to a truly pitiful state. Triss’ eyes widened, as Rebecca collapsed in a heap one could hardly look at. Triss felt disgusted with herself, an emotion she didn't know she was capable of feeling in such a heightened state. She was becoming soft, she realized, as she ran to Rebecca and cradled the panicked mass in her arms. [color=89fdc5]”Oh drat...look what I've done.”[/color] She muttered softly, looking around her for someone who was good at comforting people. The moonlight glinted off the knife she held just under her breast. With a shock, the witch realized she wouldn't be able to hold it in about half a minute. She made a clean, wide slice through skin and bone alike, reached into it, and- With a start, Rebecca snapped back to the present to see Triss, of all people, with her arms wrapped around her. Rebecca's voice was something between a whisper and a croak. "Other witches have asked me what it's like to die. Now, you have some small idea." [color=89fdc5]”My apologies, Rebecca.”[/color] Triss said softly, simple but sincere. She rocked the witch, avoiding eye contact as she swept away the hair from her face. What she had done was low, and she understood that, but it was in the past now and she had already given Rebecca an apology. [color=89fdc5]”My reaction to your joke was vile, forgive me.”[/color] "Not near as vile as the joke itself. I deserved far worse. I thank you for leaving the worst parts out of it, at least." Rebecca wiped a bit of filth from her mouth. "My behavior was repugnant, and you responded in kind. Let it end here." Triss nodded, smiling brightly. [color=89fdc5]”It is in the past now, I think leaving it there is better than stewing over it.”[/color] Triss strained, trying her hardest to pull Rebecca up gently. The girl was bigger than Triss, so it was a strenuous task. [color=89fdc5]”Rebecca, can you stand? We still need to head to the conference…”[/color] She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Rebecca worked herself to her feet. "Yes, indeed." She rubbed a bit of... something... out of her robes. Best not to think about what it was. She strode off towards the Great Hall, looking far more prim and proper than would have seemed possible just a few minutes ago. Triss followed a few steps behind Rebecca, watching to make sure she didn't trip and fall. Everyone that shot them looks or laughs at their expense would receive an icy glare in return, and most of the witches that saw what had happened gave Triss a wide berth. Triss realized that she was a live wire, that would sting most of the people around her, and that satisfied her until she realized how horrible she felt after the incidents. [i]I need to talk to Lorelai about this after the meeting.[/i] [hr]The Grand hall was an appropriately massive room given its name. Several long tables ran down the length of the impressive room, atop them sat cold-iron daggers. One for each witch they were stabbed into the wood of the table. Cold-iron had a long history amongst witches. A bane against the wondrous fey and the twisted entities of the Tellurian it symbolized the end of dreams, and the beginning of bloody days. At the head of the room was the seat of the Matriarch, and in it sat Medusa in her ritual finery. Seated to her right was Lorelai and Elizabeth clad in their battle regalia, and at her left were two empty seats reserved for the spirits of the Elders. As the witch's filtered in they whispered amongst themselves. [color=ed1c24]"What do you think our odds are?"[/color] Medusa turned to Lorelai. [color=00aeef]"I don't count odds Medusa, I kill our enemies."[/color] Lorelai replied cooly. [color=00aeef]"Leave that to those that have time for it."[/color] Alphonse nodded to himself in silent agreement, one with the shadows of the Main Hall. He spread his awareness throughout the room. Tonight could be tense, it was best to be ready. Phagora made her way into the room, not daring to meet the eyes of either Lorelai or Medusa. She knew it was her actions that were largely responsible for the necessity of this meeting. She dreaded her punishment. A silver brand, a crown of lavender, or something more... final? She had no idea, and not knowing made it all the worse. Medusa offered Phagora a small smile as the witch crept into the room. [color=ed1c24]"What do you plan to do with Phagora, Lorelai? I think she realizes her position."[/color] Lorelai shrugged. [color=00aeef]"I might peel her skin off, or flay her, maybe burn her alive. I haven't decided yet."[/color] She sighed. [color=00aeef]"I'll likely offer her the opportunity to die in the war, that will make my decision easy enough."[/color] She eyed the woman. [color=00aeef]"She might make for a juicy chew toy for Sousiel, she's been agitated lately."[/color] She mused. [color=00aeef]"No matter, hardly time for that now."[/color] Perhaps one could consider it a piece of luck that the path from Andri's chamber to the Great Hall did not lead through the same hallway Triss, Rebecca, Clarissa and Coraline were using. If the rumor about Triss and Rebecca had already reached his ears, it would have given Khan a terrible 'There you go! Forget about all these lies, at the bottom end people just want to do the same thing I want to do!'-victory. If he had seen Triss using her power on the other witch as a revenge, it would have severely destabilized their relationship. Now the assassin entered the Great Hall using another entrance, a place where the likelihood of anyone delivering any new rumors to him was dramatically increased, given the number of witches around here. His mood was moderate, mainly determined by the outcome of his meeting with Lorelai. It was great to have found a new harbor, but it also put the bottom line under him not being a hunter anymore. He would continue doing his job here, but the targets would be different. Yet he planned on not giving up his policy of examining the selection [i]before[/i] going to work. Saen was the next to make her way into the Great Hall. She slithered in, looking around at the other witches filing in. Her tongue flicked in and out, tasting the strange odor on the air. Not fear per se, but... nervousness? Yes, that was the right word. She could feel it in the very air around her. So many witches, uncertain about what the future would bring. Whatever happened, it would certainly be interesting. Alyssa bore a smirk on her face as she strode into the hall. Evidently Triss had elected to mate with Rebecca... the lich. That was rich, even by her standards. Rebecca was nice enough, by all reports, but had too many... shortcomings to be a viable sexual partner. The only conclusion then, was that Triss was psychotic, or delightfully strange. Her face brightened as she spied Saen's serpentine form. She nearly knocked over several young witches as she made her way towards the lamia. "Good morning Saen! I have the best story to tell you." "Well, that's ironic. I have something to tell you, too." Her voice dropped to a low whisper. "I laid my... our clutch of eggs last night. Three of them. They're in blankets in my room. I wanted you to see them before I put them in the nest." Saen waited patiently for Alyssa's reaction. This truly would be the moment when she learned whether the other witch was ready to be a parent. Alyssa's face brightened further, and paradoxicly apprehension came over her features. She was going to be a mother, with children, that would look up to her, and learn behaviours from her. She was elated, but at the same she was very aware of how little she knew about motherhood. She alternated between dancing and deep breathing, as the two emotions went to war across her chest. Finally she returned her attention to Saen, smiling brightly. "That makes my gossip seem incredibly stupid." She took a deep breath. "Triss and Rebecca did the deed. Can I see them after the meeting?" "Of course." The first part of Alyssa's statement seemed to hit full force after the second. "Wait a minute... you mean..." All the color seemed to vanish from Saen's scales as the implications, and worse yet, [i]definitely[/i] unwanted visuals played merry havoc in her head. "Oh. Oh my. I'm- I'm going to need some time to pry this out of my skull." "Right!?" Alyssa giggled. "It's so delightfully depraved. I'm half tempted to ask Triss for the details, but I'm pretty sure I don't want them." She grinned. "Clarissa seemed to think it was wonderful, that Rebecca had found a partner or something." She shuddered. "The strangeness of witches I suppose. Although I guess we should be wishing them well, instead of imagining the specifics of their passion." "That is true. And we're ones to talk, besides." "Your charms are self evident." Alyssa's face colored lightly. "Rebecca's would take a great deal of explanation." At that moment, Rebecca and Triss came into the room, and everyone just... stopped. The entire coven went dead silent, and all eyes turned to them. Apparently, Clarissa couldn't keep her big mouth shut. Rebecca shuddered. She was going to strangle the damned shadowmaster when this was over. All the witches pointed at them and muttered under their breaths, but they stopped dead when Triss’ eyes flashed a bright green. Most young witches averted their eyes, or turned to go talk in a quiet corner. This satisfied Triss, but she kept the corner of her eyes flashing as a warning. [color=89fdc5]”Rebecca, you've screwed us.”[/color] She hissed, turning to look at the rotting lych. [color=89fdc5]”Where do we start with damage control?”[/color] Triss asked, her eyes sweeping the room in a dark glare. She wanted to make them all scream, just like Rebecca had. No, she wanted to do worse, she wanted to make them have vivid nightmares of their horrific deaths for the rest of the- she really needed to talk to Lorelai. "Uh. at this point, we're far beyond damage control. I think all we can do is try to play it off as a one-night sort of thing." Rebecca stared down at the stone floor. This couldn't possibly get any worse. Triss fumed, her nostrils flaring like a bull ready to charge. [color=89fdc5]”Come now, Rebecca. There has to be something we can do, someone I can maim. Where's Clarissa? I want her to writhe in pain for telling the castle.”[/color] She scanned the crowd, but Clarissa was probably still telling the lie. [color=89fdc5]”This is malarkey.[/color] "There's a few nasty plagues I could give her, but I don't want the rest of the castle getting sick." As Triss complained about how Clarissa was going to scream for her actions, Rebecca had no choice but to agree. "Just leave her alive, please. I want to have some fun of my own with that slimy bitch. And yes, this is a load of horse dung." "Which slimy bitch is that?" Said Clarissa cheerily. She'd quickly lapped the castle and told anyone and everyone of the joyous occasion. Strangely she hadn't gotten the reaction she'd anticipated, some witches even lost their breakfast. While it was dissapointing she was simply happy to have spread the word. "Does someone dissaprove?" Triss glared daggers at Clarissa, balling her fists and preparing to attack the witch. [color=89fdc5]”You! You're the slimy bitch who didn't wait five seconds for me to deny Rebecca's lie! I swear to the Lord above I'm going to hurt you, your mind will be a bigger hellhole than the abyss itself!”[/color] The only reason she didn't lunge then and there was because there were other witches around, and she didn't want Lorelai to see. Her eyes glowed brighter than they had in awhile, causing spots to appear in the eyes of witches that were caught in her gaze. [color=fff79a][i]I don't believe this: She did it. With that heap of leaking, rottin' flesh! I really hope she takes a very decent bath before she dares to touch you again![/i][/color] Khan's voice was full of artificial venom. His hosts presence in the Great Hall, pretty much as one could have expected, hadn't lasted long until a young, twirly witch had unwittingly put oil into the demon worm's fire while exposing it to forced ventilation. [color=00a99d][i]Khan... You're such a flip-flopper. I can remotely remember you telling me something about 'necrophilia'![/i][/color] [color=fff79a][i]You need to understand that even demons sometimes pull off a joke![/i][/color] [color=00a99d][i]If only yours would be a bit more fun...[/i][/color] [color=fff79a][i]Oh... if you would be so gentle to nudge your attention into the correct corner of your view you'd see that the party's boiling over with Triss over there...[/i][/color] Khan let go of a low, but rather ugly laughter. Despite the large number of persons in the hall, it was a really easy task to spot and keep track of him. The hunter didn't wait for witches to make way for him. They had to hurry if they didn't want to be pushed aside by his body - it shortened the time requirement significantly. When he approached the trio, Andri could see that Triss was... busy. The reason was anonymous to him, but not so the anger. He had prepared for a mainly neutral greeting with no amusement about what everyone seemed to be talking about leaking from it, but the new situation made this plan waste paper. [color=00a99d]"Hey! What's going on here ?"[/color] the hunter attempted to get the attention before something probably really nasty took place. [i]Oh, shit.[/i] Rebecca had already gotten her well-deserved comeuppance, but whatever Triss was going to do to Clarissa could be even nastier. Rebecca knew firsthand just how unrestrained Khan was, and if he had heard this story, well, the results would be ugly. Andri himself wasn't wasn't a problem, though. Thank goodness for small favors. She backed up behind Triss, not wanting to be a part of this any more than she already was. Clarissa burst into laughter. "I'm so sorry!" She managed between giggles. It took her nearly a minute to calm herself, and when she had she was wiping tears from her cheeks. "Here I thought you and Rebecca were happily mating vigorously. It's dissapointing to discover that you're not." She smiled over Triss' shoulder at Rebecca. "No worries, love springs eternal and all that. I'm sure you'll find someone that recognizes your charms." She patted Triss' shoulder. "I'll see what I can do to clear this up, but you'll understand if I don't let you wreak havoc in my mind? That just doesn't sound fun at all." Before anyone else could add to the rapidly escalating debaucle Medusa's voice boomed out over the hall, bringing the witches back to the task at hand. [color=ed1c24][b]"Brothers and Sisters!"[/b][/color] The lights in the room dimmed except for the one that lit the small podium at which Medusa now stood. [color=ed1c24]"Some of you are aware of a captive that escaped recently, some of you are even aware that the captive was a hunter."[/color] Medusa paused to look over the faces of the witches gathered here, that called her castle home. [color=ed1c24]"We now have confirmation that he'll be leading the hunters of Seren's Folly back to our home."[/color] Her voice betrayed her sorrow at what was to come. [color=ed1c24]"They come with the intent to remove what they see as a blight on their world, and they will not show mercy."[/color] She extended at arm towards Lorelai, who was still seated behind her. [color=ed1c24]"I hearby name Lorelai Von'Strauss our Matriarch in this our darkest hour, and invite her to speak to you. Lorelai's long been defending our home, and she'll need all of your help in the coming months. I expect you all to serve her faithfully."[/color] Lorelai nodded at Medusa as the woman returned to her seat. She stood and made her way grimmly to the podium. [color=00aeef]"I don't have any pretty words for you brothers and sisters, it will fall to each witch to make peace with what is to come, with what must be done."[/color] [color=00aeef]"What I do have is a promise. If every witch does their part, and staves off despair, we'll see the end of this."[/color] Her voice was calm and resolved. [color=00aeef]"So, to begin."[/color] She removed a roll of parchment from her robes and layed it over the podium. [color=00aeef]"I need all soldier-witches to report to Elizabeth."[/color] She gestured to the huntress. [color=00aeef]"She'll be using my office in her official role as my General. The lounge of my tower has also been repurposed into a war room. Her commands are mine, and insubordination with her with meet with the expected results."[/color] [color=00aeef]"Saen, as the coven treasurer and relic hunter I'd like to dispatch you to the Altmeri. Their griffons can ensure supplies long after a possible seige, take someone with you of your choice for your protection, and leave by tomorrow morning."[/color] She continued to read from her scroll. [color=00aeef]"Green witches, I need the flower gardens converted into producing food in anticipation of the same event."[/color] [color=00aeef]"Summoner witches, it falls to you to maintain the first line of defense. You'll be given a stipend of sacrifices and stones to keep your reserves healthy, I expect you to stretch them as far as they'll go."[/color] Lorelai finally looked up from her scroll, her face impassive. [color=00aeef]"I expect everyone to report for duty after lunch, I'll give you until then to ensure your things are in order."[/color] [color=00aeef]"Your General would like to speak to you now."[/color] She stepped away from the podium and returned to her seat. Elizabeth stepped up to the podium, wearing her armor, the crests of the Von’Strauss clan gleaming proudly on the shoulders. She had prepared a speech, to try and ease the negative reactions of witches that didn't think she was capable. She wanted them to trust her, not just listen to her because they would be punished by Lorelai. She had her piece of parchment at the ready in front of her, but like any good Lady, she wouldn't be using it. Her eyes scanned the crowd, passionate but not hard. She wanted to be someone they could get along with. [color=magenta]”As you all know, I have been appointed as the General in this war. This is not because of my ties with Lorelai, but because I am capable.”[/color] She spoke with the swaying tone of a politician, her voice carrying across the room. [color=magenta]”I know strategy, I am capable of making decisions for the betterment of those working under me, and I plan on getting us through the war.”[/color] A hint of a smile found Liz’s face, a subtle encouragement. [color=magenta]”Yes, I was once a hunter, all of you know me as such. Though that [i]was[/i] true, my loyalties no longer fall with our enemies. I am asking you all to accept me as your General, not because I believe witches aren't capable on their own, but because if we are united with a single mission and a well formed plan, our chances of success will increase tenfold. Thank you.”[/color] She turned, and walked with a straightened back and a set jaw to her seat. The lights flared back to full strength as the gathered witches began to leave. Whispered conversations filled the room along with the soft sobbing of the young. Their eyes drifted occasionally to Elizabeth, the first topic of concern. Some gave her nodds of approval, most gave her a wary look, and still others bore looks of contempt and disdain. Elina glanced between Lorelai and Elizabeth, her brow furrowed in confusion. [color=CCCCCC][b]"Curious isn't it?"[/b][/color] A pout curved her lips as she drew herself to her feet, limping lightly on her new leg as she exited the Grand Hall. Phagora let out a deep, barely concealed sigh of relief. Her status as the one who released Mat was well known, and she'd feared the worst would be her punishment. Now, it seemed like she might get away clean. Then again, she might not. She spied Lorelai's icy visage as she stood to leave, her finger crooked at her in the univeral symbol of 'get over here'. Apparently, she'd thought too soon. Phagora walked over to the new matriarch wearing an expression that screamed 'Put me in the deepest, darkest pit of Hell for all eternity! I don't care! [i]Just get me out of here![/i]' "Did you have a special task for me, Lorelai?" Phagora asked, trying desperately to play the faux ignorance card. [color=00aeef]"Indeed, Phagora, I did."[/color] Lorelai's tone could cut steel as she beheld the object of her most murderous desires. [color=00aeef]"You, my dear Phagora, are going to be Elizabeth's bitch. If she says jump, you jump, if she says die, you die. You will keep her alive and as stress free as possible, and ensure she doesn't receive any undue resistance from the rest of our covenmates."[/color] She paused for a moment, as the overwhelming desire to bathe the woman in fire sent smoke billowing from her nostrils. [color=00aeef]"...If she says she's satisfied with your service you may yet live when this is all said and done. Are we clear?'[/color] The smoke wafting from Lorelei's nose unnerved the tiefling. What had she done to herself? Be that as it may, Phagora nodded. There was nothing more she could say anyways. She scurried off towards Elizabeth to get her first set of instructions. Elizabeth was sitting in her seat, her posture perfect as she bashed herself for her horrible speech. She could have done better, swayed more people. She had seen those looks, and while the nods made her feel great, everything else was like a boulder on her back. She jumped as a witch approached her, rushed and slightly...afraid? Elizabeth stood up from her seat, looking at the girl with a great bit of concern. [color=magenta]”Are you okay? Is there anything I can help you with?”[/color] "Actually, that's the same question I was about to ask you. Lorelai has decreed that I am to be your personal servant. Do you have any tasks for me?" There was no snark or sass from Phagora's lips. She was smart enough to realize that her very life was in this woman's hands. Elizabeth pursed her lips, shooting a loving glance at Lorelai. It was so sweet of her, to have taken the time to pick out an assistant. Elizabeth strolled off the stage, beckoning the girl to follow with her hand. [color=magenta]”I plan to go to Lorelai's office and prepare for the soldier-witches, it would be a great help if you accompanied me. What is your name? I am Elizabeth, Elizabeth C. James.”[/color] Of course the witch knew who she was, but it was always polite to address oneself. "I'm Phagora. Shall we get to work, then, General? I see no reason to tarry here." [color=magenta]”Of course not, the sooner we get this done, the more time we'll have to relax.”[/color] Elizabeth took fast strides all the way to Lorelai's office, and when they arrived she opened the door for Phagora. [color=magenta]”So, will you help me clear her desk of scrolls? I need a lot of parchment and ink, too, but I'll get those things.”[/color] Elina and her hulking demonic servitor strode into the room, her eyes scanning the modifications Liz had made since the last time she'd been in here. Her brow furrowed in irritation, she'd liked it just the way it was. Turning to the blonde huntress she performed a small curtsey. [color=cccccc]"Hello, I'm Elina Ruvina. I'm a... healer. I don't know if that makes me a soldier, but it seems that they'd be who I was working with."[/color] [color=cccccc]"Might I be of assistance?"[/color] She added with a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. Elizabeth turned to Elina, her smile freezing before it could affect the rest of her face. This was Lorelai's past lover, the one that had put her into a slump. Soon though, Elizabeth's features had returned to normal, and she decided to play it off as though she had been surprised. [color=magenta]”Hello Elina! Come, take a seat at the desk and I'll get some directions written for you. Phagora, would you be so kind as to get me that parchment and ink I was talking about? Possibly a quill, too.”[/color] Elizabeth gestured to the desks before her, and took a sat in Lorelai's chair. She grabbed Lorelai's pipe, stuffing some tobacco inside and lighting it, just for the aromatic scent that filled the room. She wasn't a smoker herself, but the smell reminded her of time in her father's study. [color=magenta]”You would be with the soldier witches, actually. They would be in the front line, and you and the fellow healers would stay towards the castle to take in any wounded found on the battlefield.”[/color] Elina frowned as Elizabeth sat in Lorelai's chair, that didn't set very well with the silver-haired girl, seeing an unfamiliar face looking out from the Von'Strauss' throne. She took a seat in the same chair she always had when she'd come to visit. Her mouth opened to reply, closing swiftly once she saw the nearly blashphemous sight of the blonde whore smoking from Lorelai's pipe. [color=cccccc]"That sounds very workable."[/color] She managed. [color=cccccc]"Excuse me, Elizabeth, but what is you and Lorelai's relationship?"[/color] Elizabeth's face was cool under the pressure Elina was putting on her, she smiled merrily and phrased her next words in her mind before she spoke them. [color=magenta]”Lorelai and I are lovers, I am also her Dragon Knight. What was your relationship with Lorelai?”[/color] She cocked an eyebrow, inhaling the smell of burning tobacco to calm her. She knew full well what Elina had done to Lorelai, but she wouldn't become aggressive over things of the past. Elina closed her eyes. So the whore had already seduced Lorelai, she'd applaud her ability were it not so irritating. [color=cccccc]"I was hoping to win back her affection, but it seems someone's already siezed my seat."[/color] She frowned at the woman. [color=cccccc]"I'm Vespa's sister, me and Lorelai have been close for years. Now I'm her apprentice of sorts I suppose."[/color] She smiled, wanting to tease the huntress a little. [color=cccccc]"Have you seen her... thing, you know... her penis?"[/color] Her eyes sparked with mischief. Elizabeth kept the same, cool face. She wouldn't let Elina's words break her down, she wouldn't experience jealousy. Last night, Lorelai had given herself to her, not Elina. [color=magenta]”I give apologies where they are due, but Lorelai has voiced her opinion. I hope you two are having fun working together though.”[/color] She smiled, but it was weak. [color=magenta]”I have seen her penis, yes. Have you felt her tail?”[/color] Elizabeth laughed, but her cheeks went pink at the thought of what had conspired last night. [color=cccccc]"Her tail!?"[/color] Elina's eyes went wide as her cheeks colored to match Elizabeth's. [color=cccccc]"Where did she get a tail?"[/color] [color=magenta]”She has plenty of new tricks, now that she's conquered her Dragon.”[/color] Elizabeth's eyes twinkled and her chest puffed out a little. [color=magenta]”I was so proud of her accomplishment. Enough about that though, what else is there to discuss for the healers? Let me get you some written assignments and rules.”[/color] [color=cccccc]"Yes, although we'll have to gossip some later."[/color] Elina rested a hand on her stomach, hoping for the first time that she was pregnant, that would give her something Liz didn't have. Unless Lorelai had managed to impregnate the huntress as well, the very thought of that sent shivers of rage down the young Rivina's spine. [color=magenta]”Of course, I'll try to find the time. Things are busier now, though.”[/color] Elizabeth gave Elina a sad half-smile, dipping her quill into the inkpot before her and writing down some rules on the parchment. [color=magenta]”Since you are a healer, you will not be leaving your workstation unless you are specifically called to the battlefield for a paralysis situation or any other situation where a person can not be moved...such as impalings. You will not refuse service to anyone brought to you, unless they are from the enemy side.”[/color] She looked up, watching to see if Elina understood her instructions so far. [color=cccccc]"As you wish, General Elizabeth."[/color] She replied simply. The rules seemed simple enough, although she didn't relish the thought of being chained to a healing station. [color=cccccc]"I'll need a steady stream of live sacrifices, or to borrow you lover, to keep my reserves healthy."[/color] Elizabeth nodded, glad to have cooperation. [color=magenta]”No need to call me General, everyone that comes into my office is in equal grounds with me. I'm simply around to give instructions to those who need them.”[/color] She smiled, passing Elina the rule form with a few other notes about manners towards patients, and how to focus attention between someone who needs a cut covered and someone with a mortal wound. [color=magenta]”As for your supplies, I will make sure to see to that. Make your souls last, we need to distribute them to every able witch.”[/color] [color=cccccc]"Of course General."[/color] Elina stood, tucking the document under her arm. [color=cccccc]"If you'll excuse me I'd like to catch Lorelai before she gets to busy, unless there was anything else?"[/color] Elizabeth shook her head, waving Elina off. [color=magenta]”No, I believe we're set. Have a nice day, Elina. Do give Lorelai my best wishes, if she has to leave before I see her again.”[/color] Elizabeth focused again on transcribing more rule sheets. [hr]Alphonse was hopeful, seeing that many of the witches were willing to give Liz a chance. He couldn't concentrate on the consequences of the meeting tonight however, as his senses were able to pick up many of the conversations between witches before and after the meeting. "That's disgusting!" One said, "I didn't even think a Lich could feel anything....down there." another might say. "I'd heard they were lovers from before they came to the castle." Alphonse was incredulous himself, but supposed that it made sense though. The witches of this castle only seemed to open their hearts to their fellow women. Even a male Witch was only truly good for his service. At least he wouldn't have to endure the trials of women in the abyss. Still, it did seem unlikely. Alphonse pulled himself together behind a pillar, and walked out into the dispersing witches as if he had been standing there the whole time. Quickly, he found Triss. [color=ed145b]"You and Rebecca huh?"[/color] He said simply. A smile on his face, as if he were telling a funny joke. Triss was ready to shout a long speech at Clarissa, her words having been held during the meeting. She wanted to maim the witch, but it didn't seem like Rebecca was backing her up anymore. Plus, Clarissa had treated it like a silly joke, and Triss was worn and tired. Triss turned to leave and throw things in her room, ending up standing before Alphonse. Her heart pounded at his words, she felt defeated. [color=89fdc5]”No, Rebecca and I never happened. It was a joke that went horribly out of proportion.”[/color] She looked up at him, her eyes pleading for understanding. [color=89fdc5]”You know it's a joke, right? That's why you're smiling? Clarissa and Rebecca will explain it to you.”[/color] "It's true, just a joke I elected to spread around the castle out of excitement." Clarissa picked up on what was happening quickly. "It made for a good story though, but I could understand if you'd disagree Mr. Shadow." She flashed her best apologetic grin. It did sound just like Clarissa to spread a rumor with absolutely no substance to it. Then again that was perfectly convenient for a conspiracy. Perhaps Triss was trying to make herself vulnerable to the Lich in another attempt to end her life. Alphonse thought too much. He shook his head. [color=ed145b]"Who came up with this crazy story?"[/color] He said, apparently amused. Saen made her way towards the conversation. "I don't know, but whoever did has a diseased mind. I approve of it." The lamia's eyes spread around the room. "As I am no fighter, I need someone who is to come with me. Does anyone have recommendations?" [color=ed145b]"Ya know, I'd really love to, but I have some previous engagements in hell."[/color] Alphonse said, not enthusiastically at all. [color=ed145b]"Maybe...no, Aeryn's gone.... maybe Alyssa? She seems plenty dangerous."[/color] "No, Alyssa has... other responsibilities I'd like her to take care of. In fact, I need to see her about them. Excuse me." Saen slithered off, looking for the demon summoner. [color=89fdc5]”Engagement in hell?”[/color] Triss asked, unsurprised that he didn't tell her beforehand. She looked longingly into his eyes, wanting to talk to him privately before he left. She ignored the question about who spread the lie, though he seemed amused, he could get upset. [color=89fdc5]”You should tell me about it before you head out, I'm curious.”[/color] She smiled, hoping that would be a good enough invitation, they really hadn't talked in awhile. Alphonse's smile became more genuine at her invitation. He had been trying to give her some space after their last....conversation. Besides, it would break his heart to say no to that face. If there was ever a time to try to break down barriers, it was now. "Sure, I'll tell you all about it while we're alone." Triss smiled, the world dissolving around her as she experienced the happiness she felt when Alphonse was around. They would finally get to catch up, and she could tell him farewell before he left to do his task. [color=89fdc5]”There's no better time than now.”[/color] She suggested, taking his hand and leading him out of the room. [hr]Alyssa watched Elizabeth leave the stage with Phagora, with Elina stalking not too far behind. [i]'That's an explosion waiting to happen.'[/i] She thought to herself. She turned to Saen as she approaced, a worried frown on her face. "Saen, I'll pack my things after I see the eggs." "I don't want you to go with me, Alyssa. The eggs are going to hatch while we're away, and I want their mother to be the first thing they see." A brief spark of an idea seemed to cross Saen's face, but the lamia quickly dismissed it. "You aren't going, and that's final." Alyssa groaned. "Saen, I can hardly entrust you to anyone else. I've met the den mothers, and they're capable women." She surveyed the lamia's face. "There was an idea there Saen... what was it?" "Do you have some sort of enchanted item we can use to keep the eggs warm and protected while we travel? Like a thick blanket or something? I'd make one myself, but my skills in that area are nonexistent, to put it mildly." Alyssa thought for a moment, before nodding. "I'll get Lorelai to loan me her impskin bedroll, that would do the job nicely." She grinned. "Now that that's settled I believe I have eggs to see, and packing to do." She linked arms with the lamia happily Saen nodded, and the two went up the stairs to the lamia's room. Saen opened the door and said, "There they are." Three nearly perfectly round eggs, bright red in color and looking like they were covered in crystalline sugar. Each was about the size of a man's hand. "They don't look like much, but that's our family in there." Alyssa gazed at the eggs with wide-eyed reverance. Her hands reached out hesitantly to graze her fingers along the tops. "W-when do they hatch?" "Six or seven days, though they will need tender care for a long time after that. Children can be such fragile things, regardless of the species." Saen began packing her things. "Hopefully, there will be someone to tend to their needs when we reach our destination." "If nothing else I can make a pact with a brood demon." Alyssa said, not removing her eyes from the eggs. "Saen?... I've killed alot of people... sometimes for fun. Is it really okay for me to be a parent?" "People can change, Alyssa. And if you ever take the dark path, I'll keep them, and you, safe."