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Samhain Intrigues

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Samhain Intrigues

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-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-

Whatever hope the lamia had of getting out of this alive was slowly dwindling as she found herself with claws at her throat. No one really knew what Thymond White was. They hazard guesses and tried to dig out the information, but it was rarely successful. Raising too many questions and too few answers. Swallowing the panic Desdemona flickered her tongue with a terrified hiss. "The Sheep is rather strong willed," She noted slyly as the Goblin sat frozen in fear behind her.

The old withered being was not about to give Thymond any reason to pay attention to him. Desdemona knew that if she could get the goblin out of this alive and intact- she might still have a shot. A chance at what she wanted. If she could convince the dangerous Fae before her that she was better off left alive. "Sssurely you would not be overly cruel asss to deny a poor lamia- as beautiful asss myssself- a little pleasssure from watching a mere mortal sssuffer? Adding to my meager ssstoresss a few coinsss for better comfortsss." She crooned. Shifting her form so very slowly to better display what was her great beauty. One thing that was well known was Thymond's love of flesh, and Desdemona strove to move this to her favor.

-Location: Under the Mountain/ The High Road-

The great dark doors gleamed with a pale blue light as they creeked open to admit the kitsune Fae and the humans. Once the last mortal and Fae who wished to enter- or did not wish but did enter- passed across the threshold the doors creaked close with a ominous boom. A sound that echoed through the massive halls and drew looks from the darkest and most powerful of Fae Under the Mountain. The weak did not dwell within the Court of Nightmares for long. The floor was a shiny white that was at odds with the gleaming ceiling of dark stone and glittering gems and metals. The walls were decorated in various paintings and trophies from various hunts. Skins, heads, horns, claws and fangs. But the runners of dark deep blue that covered the marble, offering a weak warmth from the chill of the stone, led the eye up to a second door. This one just as large, and up a grand staircase. A woman on one side was holding the handle and thus hand of the man on the other. She was fair to look upon. With an angular cat-like face her eyes were pure emeralds that looked at one with the door. The man on her opposite was as wilde as she was not. Storm winds whipped his great cloak about him shrouding his body in mystery along with his face. Though the moon at his back echoed the rose at hers.

Yin, however, might find some comfort in the scene. A man- reedy and thin- not a hint of his martial training about him stood off to one side. Looking rather annoyed at the kitsune. "You are late, aid." Kiron Morrigant intoned in his brass battlefield voice. For as reedy and weak this man looked he was the leader of the Stygian Company. The guard force and army of Under the Mountain. The elites. With coal black eyes the man looked over the flock of humans. Mortals were food- prey to the fae. That they now relied so heavily on them was a bone stuck in his craw. "This is it? I would think His Majesty could secure proper help than a rabble of halfwits." A flick of a scarred hand motioned a servant forward- a shadowy fae. "See them to the Mortal Hall. Freshen them up before his Lordship arrives." He sneered, "If you can do even that." The double comment was aimed at both Mortals and Yin alike as the Steward glanced back at Yin sourly.

The dark fae, led the humans down a twisting stair into cavernous tunnels. While it was warm, and pleasantly so, there were also thick doors of wood. Hinges of copper or bronze. Iron and steel seemed to be a foriegn concept so far as any mortal who noticed would see. "Your rooms." The dark fae shrouded in the black robe and cowl intoned in a dead voice. "Four per room. There's is bathing behind this door and each room will have the necessities for mortal life." Then they were gone. Flickering lights of candles- actual normal candles- showered the tunnel that twisted lower in the bowels of the Mountain in limited light. IF they were to look into the bathing chamber as the fae put it, they would see a room filled with a large pool. Water draining from one side into the room next door. Polished rocks formed the lining and flagstones tiled the limited space that was not underwater. In the rooms themselves there were single beds, a bunk above each to either side of the door. A small door in the back opened into a small restroom. But if they looked upward. The tunnel opened into a large lounge. Boasting a pool table, along with several normal tables. Shelves filled with battered volumes. Several other mortals were mending clothes and chatting albeit nervously and cautiously. There was even a piano in one corner- a leg stabilized with books. Again the polished rock was the only siding but it was a far cry from the wilderness.

-Location: Falk's Hall-

Silvery mist swirled about the entrance as the air's current was disturbed. The tall and still-shirtless form of the Fall King appeared once more in the cavern's mouth. His stormy grey eyes lit with a mixture of disapproval and amusement when he notice Bodil's emotional state. With a flip of his hand, a set of lightly woven fabric was floated over to her on dark tendrils of psychic power. It was a basic woven tunic of a deep grey. The hems embroidered with black and silver dragons in flight. The work was the height of a craftsman's life. A light silver belt seemingly made of the actual metal. Woven from strands so find and limber they felt like hard leather. Black leggings- much like his own- were the other main article. Smaller bits of cloth needed for a female were there as well. Though outdated to Bodil's time. The Lord of the Hunt gave her a slight chuckle as he turned away once more. "I do not plan on eating you- not that there is much to go around." His footsteps silent as they were when he appeared, though his voice floated back. "Neither are you much to look at- on the other hand."

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Alice Lynche

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Location Her Cottage

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Alice slowly weaved through her small squad of mannequins, giving the boy a wink. They could be creepy to some, but for her. She had little doubt robbers had passed her flat by seeing the models wave about as she worked on some hem or other. Believing more people in the house than one little young lass like herself. Turning her attention back to the grandmother as she snagged two teacups from a small cupboard in her living room- a spare set of cups that matched the ware she was currently using. She set the cake on her coffee table, scattered with various fashion magazines and sketches of new ideas.

Sitting in a large and overly stuffed floral chair, she poured the tea into two other cups on two matching saucers. Perfect English tea. She had tried some of this American stuff and it just hadn't suited her well at all. "Yes I do my own sewing. Part hobby, mostly career. I tailor a bit as well as design online fashion. A bit of everything." Her cheeks turned slightly pink with pride of her work. As she offered the woman one of the cups. "I hope you don't mind. It's english tea from my home, if it tastes a bit strange to you. I'm rather fond of the drink." She offered over a open tin of biscuts. Large cookies with sugar, some with nuts and those could be clearly told from the rest. Others had a tad of chocolate in them.

Samhain Intrigues

@Belle *hug*

The Black Jewels

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Faeril Ashkevron

Gen Saroth

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Location: Hayll - The Throne Room
Snaketooth Counter: 23 days left

Location: Hayll - The Throne Room

Faeril handed her coat off to the bored looking boy there for such a thing. Long sleeves that fell to her knees were made of a thick dark purple velvet. The lining was detailed in silver and blue embroidery that matched the decorated belt of matching color. The low cut on her back showed the acute muscles of a Eryien with her elegant form. Something that would draw a few eyes- along with her low cut front. Making it very clear she was not flaunting what she did not have. Her wings flickered off the annoyance of the dratted coat Gen had forced her into, before folding graciously against her back. Striding past the man checking invitations- her own briefly flashed before him along with the plus one for her 'escort'. A sultry smile merely added to the image she was building. A woman, proud and cold. Who was so very used to getting her way. The Ice Healer at her finest.

Gen smirked slightly, though he hid it well in his lazy look of a man who had a easy life. It was a role he had played before and would still after this. It made the Aristo of the Blood step aside and note the woman who he escorted and made a man think twice before stopping the avalanche that was Faeril Ashkevron. A beautiful avalanche it was too. The necklace of black and sliver that looped about her neck- so easy to break. It would give no trouble if someone tried to strangle her with it. But about her neck was the artistically crafted choker. The subtle hints of conjoining loops and swirls was something of a abstract. In the place of honor was her Blood Opal. Her real jewels neatly hidden in one of the folds of her dress, secured in a pouch. His own armor was a fancy suit with armor scattered about it. Typical of any Eryien.

Glancing over the throne room with her head held high and proud. A haughty look upon her solemn face. Gen took up his position as her shadow. Eyeing up other women and the ale. Playing his role, as the Ice Healer played hers. It was a dance they had danced before. Graciously taking a glass of champange from a passing server, she sipped at the drink. Watching the crowds move in their own elaborate dance of discussion and political intrigue. Faeril smiled mentally behind her mask as she watched the queen float about the room. She would not go to the royal- let this monarch come to her. After all, would it not be presumptuous to be so daring to speak so forwardly to such a grand and marvelous woman as she? She nearly chuckled at the thought.

But her attention was captured by the man standing and checking weapons. She had given him a knowing smile- something anyone else would take as a flirtatious woman eyeing a handsome man. But should he remember her, it was a smile of knowing. So 'Queen's pet' was a very good sniffer dog. She banished that thought quickly as it came. He was not deserving of it. Not while he dealt with this nest of vipers. Gen had nearly had a fit when the Sadist had taken his six daggers and sword. But he played his part as was his orders. To grumble and glower. Acting insulted that he-he!- was to be disarmed so! But he had moved on. So too had she.

Now Faeril watched him moved about the room while keeping her eyes moving. As though she was feasting on the various fashions and music of such a fine festive event. Her story slowly coming together as she wove her own web of lies and truths. Or rather- distorted truths. Truths so true, but missing key parts. Missing little elements that would make all the difference. It was always amusing to watch people put those elements together, and often wrongly.

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Ravyn Ghosteye

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Location: Hyall - The Throne Room

After a day spent, reviewing countless manners and so many times of being told not to stray Ravyn stared at the throne room with large eyes. She was completely under prepared for this. For the multitude of colors and the seamless music that blended into it all. It was like a fairytail she had been told long ago before her mother took ill or became so vicious about her learning how to survive on her own. 'Just in case.' A shame it had turned out to be useful. She stuck close to Glacien, looking nervous as she felt. She glowered at the dress, the stupid foolish thing. The only good thing it did was keep her from sticking out like a sore thumb. Turning her attention back to Arsenio, the tiny Dea Al Mon nodded. "Apprentice, right." Her voice was quiet, her tone nervous as she drew closer to the man.

This was most certainly not the place for her. But she doubted she would be able to not come. Not without getting in a very large amount of trouble. Glancing about she noted the man taking weapons as the man who had saved her earlier. Perhaps he would be a useful ally in this function, but Ravyn wasn't about to press her luck. People weren't to be overly relied upon. So why did she depend so on the actual Glacien Ambassador? She didn't know but some inner sense trusted him and as that sense got her out of trouble more often than not she tended to listen to it. However she did give a started a jolt as the dagger she had slipped in under her dress. Slipped out and flew to the chest along with Arsenio's. Fear followed it as she shadowed her apparent teacher's footsteps to speak about his sword. Without her weapon she felt naked, and in incredible danger.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Ayita Dyrkin

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Location X-Van
{"Squeak Sqeak."}

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Ayita leaned her head back as she relaxed or tried to. There wasn't much she could do at the moment and if she was honest- it bored her. Fighting wasn't her choice course of actions, but neither was sitting here doing nothing. Stuck in a van surrounded by people, who she honestly did not want to be around. Better to get this fight done and over with, she thought. Her eyes flickered close as she let out a annoyed breathe. This was irritating.

There was a nasty crack as she shifted. A mouse sitting on the seat where Ayita had been. It was not preferred- little about this situation was- but it was more comfortable than being in her human form. With little to say, and still quite able to listen, the shifter saw no reason to remain. Rubbing her face with little paws, she smoothed her short brow fur. Her nose twitching as she sniffed at the air. This was indeed better.

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Richard Laine

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Location Brotherhood Headquarters - New York, New York

{"Old memories are unfaithful things. Just like I am."}

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"What do you mean 'she's gone'?" His voice was a soft hiss over the chilled air.
"I mean that freak isn't here." He could still remember his mother's sneer of disgust. "She's a freak. A mutant."
The table was slammed with enough force it jarred into the wall, the window above rattling dangerously. The cabin was ill kept with bottles and grim slowly decorating the place. "You kicked her out?! When?!" His hiss was no longer that but a roar of rage. One of the few ones he had ever voiced.
"Years ago. What does it matter?"

A slim fingered hand snaked out to catch the flung coat as the Addder sauntered down the hall. His crisp business suit looking a tad out of place with this particular woman as his partner, but such was Richard. He enjoyed looking good, unless he needed to look like a bum. Even then the man tried to be a charming, cocky bum. Or whatever role he was meant to play. It was the story of his life, playing roles and forever being charming to the ladies. Case and point to the smirk he flashed Lizzie. Brought back to the here and now, Richard rubbed his jaw and chin with the other hand as he slung Lizzie's coat across his back. Those memories were old things. His drunk of a mother, slowly rotting away in her own hatred. His sister- dead or perhaps gone some dark path.

He snorted slightly at that. As if there was a darker path than the one he had taken. Assassin, hired gun, now activist for a organization run by a hypocrite. It was enough to make him laugh. But he knew the danger out there for a young girl and he cursed his mother for her misdeed. It was actually why he was here today. Why he didn't give the human guard a second look. It just wasn't worth his time to do so, and humans would pay for the mistakes they made. Preaching love and tolerance and denying it the minute it was required. Such a human thing to do.

Fools the lot of them. The man itched to pour a brandy to chase the haunts away but sighed. Turning his attention instead to his partner in actual crime. "Lizzie... Darling as ever." His unshavened cheeks had that five o'clock shadow he knew was attractive to some and he didn't mind flaunting it. "Don't get too excited. You might scare the poor guards. Then they'll all be singing that dratted song about ravens and writing desks." He winked cheekily. His long legs keeping pace with the eccentric woman.

Samhain Intrigues

@Belle Think you can try to post soon? So I can finish up the last tidbit? *hug* (You're fine. i'm just trying to keep things moving.)

The Black Jewels

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Faeril Ashkevron

Gen Saroth

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Location: Hayll - Drunken Unicorn Inn
Snaketooth Counter: 24 days left

Location: Forest

Downing the tankard of ale Gen Saroth growled at the woman sitting across the table from him. Who was looking far too calm for his liking. Faeril, on the other hand, was brushing wrinkles out of her gown, the newly made one draped over a third chair and shielding from any accident by two slightly extended wings. She was not worried in the slightest or so it appeared. The heavy thunk of the tankard hitting the table was followed by the slight sultry smile of a waitress as she filled him up again. Coin changes hands before the woman slipped away to other customers. "So let me get this straight. You went to heal a wound, and on your way back you saw a wounded man. So you took this man to this inn to help him." Gen stated in their mother-tongue of Eyrian. His grey-green eyes boring into the dangerous woman as if trying to mentally force her to look guilty or remorseful. About this situation. About bringing him here. Already he had to hold himself back from drawing his weapons and slaughtering the Hyallian males in reach. He would never turn his blade on a woman without good reason. But he was not fond of his father's kin.

Fae nodded simply, "I did. He was. I mean to continue treatment."

"Did he agree to treatment-?" The answering shrug and silence only confirmed his worst fears. "Who was it?"

Faeril Ashkevron merely gave her oldest friend a smile. Her hands clasped together in her lap and the picture of innocence, which she assuredly was not. But Gen nearly groan aloud at the sight of the curiosity and sheer desire in those eyes of ice. When others saw desire they would think of a lovely night under the moon and roses, to Faeril it was the secrets of the soul and the unknown wounds that lured her. The healing and working of her Craft. "Now that would be revealing a patient's privacy and I don't do that." The large Warlord did groan at that. She did reveal secrets if she found it necessary. "Be that as it may. We are going to this ball, you and I. We will go and we will see what this Queen wants. Then we will leave and be very polite about it." The icy tone filled her voice as venom shot into her eyes. Faeril did not like this Queen who thought she could command her, but just as quick as there was venom- the seas of her eyes smoothed into the quiet mask of solemn.

"And if problems should arise?" His one brow rose in question. Fae had worked the battle plan this far. He might as well see what all she wrote. The answer was given with a small smirk.

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Ravyn Ghosteye

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Location: Hyall - Nosey Needle

Ravyn blinked as the small puppy bowled into her leg which sent her stumbling against Arsenio. Which was odd in a dress shop, but add in the fact the puppy had a tie in it's mouth- it was a bit more than merely odd. Springing back up from her stumble, she gave her ally in dress shopping a apologetic look. Her golden eyes turned back to the pup as she felt a odd pushing on her mind. She was wary but saw no reason to not push back. She pushed with a strong mental shove. There was no need to be tentative- it was her mind after all.

Then she heard him. The puppy- Chiya- was talking and quickly. It was typical of what she expected from a puppy, and she couldn't resist reaching out to scratch his ears. "Chiya- How can I understand ye? What- how can you talk?" Her mind voice was littered with her accent of street slang. "I'm Ravyn? What- Why are you in here? And why does a pup want ter wear a tie?" She questioned the questioning Chiya. Her hands already trying to fix the tie about his neck, however it ended up in a bow rather than necktie typical.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@BlueSky44 How is Richard's relation bit? I'm going to fill the rest of the people in tonight.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@BlueSky44 Omg thanks for the reminder! I had completely forgot! Thanksgiving man... Don't work that week. Or any holiday week. lmao

Samhain Intrigues

@BlackPanther @Forett @Belle

Don't forget to post you three. I've extended your time til this Tuesday. So that is three days from now, which is only due to that's when I'm going to have a lovely night/day to post. (There's a lot going on behind the scenes)