[b][h1][center][color=BA2B21]Basilian[/color], [color=21B0BA]Amarantha[/color], [color=9e0b0f]Myra[/color], & [color=crimson]Vrexen[/color][/center][/h1][/b]

[b]Time:[/b] 10 am
[b]Location:[/b] Amora over Ironhold

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The sky was clear but noise filled the air with the whir of the propellers and the sound of speaking on the amora. Anyone that looked above them at the amora flying through the air probably wouldn’t think much of it. They might wonder if there was some noble on the ship but then go about their day. Little would they know that the occupants of said amora were far more dangerous than likely anticipated. Within the belly of the amora resided the most elite guard of the Dark Elves and their leaders.

In a separate room of the amora sat the twins as they discussed the plans for their day. Amarantha casually sipped on a cup of tea as she listened to her brother complain. They’d received word early that morning that King Kasai was willing to hand over the throne, but there were conditions and Basilian wasn’t thrilled. [color=BA2B21]“I do not want to be married to this pathetic king’s mutt of a daughter. I would rather kill myself than stoop to the level of doing such a thing.”[/color]  The anger bubbled and overflowed on his face at the thought of such an idea. [color=BA2B21]“I will never marry such a creature, no I will kill her before I do so.”[/color] He threw his tea across the room, shattering the cup against the wall. Basilian’s body started to become cloaked in a shadowy aura, his pure hatred toward this plan showed and it was not pleasant.

[color=21B0BA]”So dramatic.”[/color] Amarantha sighed as she sat her cup down and looked at her brother. [color=21B0BA]”Calm down, it’s not the end of the world. It’s merely a political move to solidify your rule over the city. Not everything can always be murder and force, some things have to be handled delicately.”[/color] She paused for a moment as she called someone in to clean up the mess Basilian had made. Once that was being taken care of she continued. [color=21B0BA]”I don’t even understand what the big deal is anyway, it’s just a marriage. You don’t even have to fuck her if you don’t want. We can orchestrate a little accident after the marriage too, then you have a legitimate claim to the throne.”[/color] She picked her tea back up now, sipping on it again.

The shadowy aura dissipated from Basilian [color=BA2B21]“The problem is that I need to be associated with a Demi-human. I completely disagree with this arrangement but you have points.”[/color]  He leaned back on his throne. As one of the elite guard stepped into the room with a message. [color=slategray]“Your Highnesses, I come with a message from General Dreadclaw. It seems his daughter, Nimueh, is heading to the Roshmi palace in order to prepare for your arrival. She shall be seizing control of Roshmi’s military for you.”[/color]

So the child was grown now and beginning to make a name for herself. [color=21B0BA]”Very good, thank you.”[/color] Amarantha responded with a nod, but it seemed like that wasn’t all as the man opened his mouth to speak again. [color=slategray]”We also have a transmission coming through for you from back at the palace. Apparently, there is someone who wishes to speak to you.”[/color]  Basilian spoke up. [color=BA2B21]“Send it through immediately.”[/color] He ordered, having someone directly contact them now must be important. Moments later, Basilian and Amarantha both received a call on their bracelets answering it. [color=BA2B21]“Yes, What is the situation?”[/color] Basilian questioned the diplomatic advisor on the other end. [color=a0410d]“We have someone here wanting to speak directly to your Highnesses.”[/color] The advisor saluted. [color=21B0BA]”Well go on then, send them through.”[/color] [right][sub][color=darkturquoise]25[/color][/sub][/right]


Meanwhile, in Malthemoor, Myra was extremely nervous as she waited in the room together with Vrexen. She had no idea of when the dragon would appear and if he would be calm or not. Dragons, especially wild ones, were famed for their temper. If that 'twin-headed dragon' didn't like Vrexen's presence, Myra would definitely be in danger as well, being so close to it. They waited and waited, still on high alert but the dragon never came. Instead, another image appeared in the air, just like the previous night when she saw the two dark elves kill the others. Coincidentally or not, the two dark elves that appeared in the image were the same as that time. Strangely enough, even though there didn't seem to be a real dragon, looking at the two dark elves that appeared through the hologram made Myra incredibly nervous, almost as much as the idea that they were about to face a real 'two-headed dragon'. While it didn't take much for anyone to realize that the two were very dangerous, after the image they showed last night, something inside Myra told her that she should definitely be wary of them.

Back inside the amora, the holographic image of the dark elven advisor's head vanished before the projection suddenly displayed the face of the demon known as Vrexen. His eyes studied the two elven rulers, even going as far as to sniff at them in an attempt to catch their scent. [Color=darkturquoise][I]Nothing?[/I][/color]

[color=darkturquoise]“This is your dragon?”[/color] Vrexen narrowed his eyes at the two. [color=darkturquoise]“Mother would not make such a mistake… Could she? No… Yes… No no, no mistakes from mother. Where is the two-headed dragon of the dark?”[/color] He asked the two before him.

[color=BA2B21]“This is no mistake we are the Twin-Headed Dragon. It is a nickname, not an actual dragon. What did you seek to contact us about and who is this [i]mother[/i] you speak of?”[/color] Basilian answered the strange-looking demon on the other end of the transmission.

Amarantha had quietly studied the demon that appeared before them, watching him sniff the air and speak. He seemed...confused? Interesting. What did he want? Basilian finished speaking, feeling a twinge of annoyance as he revealed they weren’t actual dragons. Perhaps she could still have some fun, though. [color=21B0BA]”However, if you prefer…”[/color] She began as she began to conjure forth shadows, forming them into the twin-headed dragon she’d sent flying around the night before. She made sure it blocked her and Basilian’s form as one head leaned down closer to the holographic form of Vrexen. 

Myra couldn't help but move back, wary when Amarantha had suddenly made the image change into the one Myra had in her head when she first heard about the "twin-headed dragon", a huge, two-headed dragon made completely out of shadows. Myra's blood froze and every hair of her body stood up as her instincts told her to immediately get away from the shadows. Even if that was just an image, the shadows were real and something inside of Myra yelled to her that she should avoid even letting those two in the image see her.

[color=21B0BA]”We can speak to you in this form.”[/color] The mouth of one of the shadow dragon’s heads opened as if it were speaking. Vrexen just stared silently. Magic had always been a spectacle to watch. The unnatural shaping and weaving of one of reality's very aspects or constructs. His center eye blinked. This was the two-headed dragon of the dark. Not what Vrexen expected, but it was what he sought nevertheless.

[color=darkturquoise]“It is unwise to keep one’s eyes off of a powerful female creature. A mother, wife, [color=crimson][b]sister[/b][/color].... or even a daughter. Showing yourself is best.”[/color] Myra, who was backed away from the center of the room, afraid of the shadows, couldn't help but to think that one part of what he said was partially directed at her, but no matter what he said, she wouldn't carelessly show herself to those two dark-skinned people, especially [i]those[/i] two he was talking with. Not only that but Myra was particularly wary of the female, since she made the dragon from the shadows, meaning that if she wanted, even though they were seeing them just as a projection and not personally, she could potentially try doing something against them.

[color=BA2B21]“Are you fucking wasting our time? I demand you tell us the reason you contacted us.”[/color]  Basilian said frustrated. [color=BA2B21]“Sister, maybe you should deal with this one before I kill someone.”[/color] He turned to face Amarantha.

[color=crimson][i]I WOULD TEAR THE SKIN FROM YOUR FLESH AND BATHE IN YOUR-[/I][/color] Vrexen held his violent thoughts back, taking a breath before interjecting.

[color=darkturquoise]“No need for me to address [i]her[/i]... I am Vrexen, emissary… yes. Emissary to Lilith, the mother of all demons. Blessed or cursed, she recognizes you both as allies, especially in this war that has only just started, yes?”[/color] He asked rhetorically. [color=darkturquoise]“Through me, she shall reign in many of my brethren to your side. You weave the dark, we thrive in it. Only natural, yes?”[/color] As Myra heard Vrexen speaking about his motives, she couldn't help but notice that once again, he mentioned this 'mother' person he spoke so much about. While she had no idea of who it was, it was probably very important to Vrexen, judging how often he mentioned it and how it seemed to guide his actions and choices with that 'mother' always in his mind.

Amarantha smirked at the demon’s words and slowly let the shadows dissipate. [color=21B0BA]”Come now brother, I like this one.”[/color] She said as she grinned at Vrexen, the shadow dragon completely gone, but still tendrils of dark magic danced around her form. Vrexen had earned her respect the moment he’d called her a powerful female. [color=21B0BA]”I do like this idea of an alliance, Vrexen, though I must ask one thing. What shall be the price of this alliance? Is there more to it than just being natural for us to form an alliance?”[/color] She truly was just curious about this and the slight narrowing of Vrexen's eyes in response made her even more so. It was clear he intended to make this deal without this question being posed.

[Color=darkturquoise]"Lilith seeks a home for her children. A true home. She relates your people to her own children… Trapped and forced to adapt to harshness… to violence. Our goal is not so different. Our motives are not so different. In the end, we just want a suitable place to claim as our own. Besides, if your enemies seek otherworldly power, why not you as well?[/color] [Color=crimson]”Especially if we are willing to lend it."[/color]

Basilian spoke up the moment Vrexen and his sister had stopped talking. [color=BA2B21]“I have decided to help you. Demon, may we take this land for ourselves. Advisor, I know you can hear me summon the Dread Order and have preparations to open abyssal rifts. I will end this conversation here. It has been a pleasure doing business.”[/color] He finished closing transmission with the demon and the advisor.