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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Feb 16, 2010 18:26:19 GMT -5
The city is quiet in the night, or as quiet as a city of this size ever gets. The full moon rises slowly on a cloudless night in the City of Balance. The Great tower of the Gods, rising from the center of the city and reaching to the heavens above, or so the stories say, is a dark sillouette in the night. Somewhere on the side of that tower, in an opening that anyone who was looking would swear wasn't there, two shadowy shapes stand, the moonlight not touching either of them, leaving them completely obscured by the night.
"They are ruining our plans."
"I know. Never before has such a thing happened without guidance."
"The rules change it seems, and we must change with them. The night is alive with talk of it. We may have to get more forceful."
"I agree."
"You know this doesn't change anything between us."
"I am aware. Have no worries."
"Good."
As their conversation stops, the tower is once again a solid unbroken piece of obsidian reaching into the sky, moonlight shining off of its unbroken surface in an eerie fashion.
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Elsewhere in the city, at the top of the Tower of Death in the North East corner of the city, inside of the area controlled by the Harbingers of Death, yet another figure stands sillouetted against the moonlight, standing silently by himself. As the tower closes up, the figure turns, blending into the shadows until he seems to become one, and disappears.
After he disappears, another figure appears momentarily, looking around the area. "You play a dangerous game my friend....You will be your own undoing yet." And with that he too is gone into the night..
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Still elsewhere in the city, in the temple in the Northwest sector of the city, a thought forms itself inside the center of the being dwelling there, rapidly expanding outward until it rises to the forefront of its thoughts, where it can then be grasped by its most trusted of servants.
"Of course Great One. I understand what must be done." The robed figure turns, disappearing through the door, as the being returns to its docile state, the glow from deep within it subsiding down to a barely perceptible pulsing.
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Deep within the complex of the organization known as the Dream Syndicate, in a room that is barely even part of the complex itself - in fact barely even on the same plane of existance - An odd group of people sit around a table, talking to each other. The head chair is, as of yet, empty. This leaves the rest to talk amongst themselves, as usual. Until the boss arrives of course, then its down to business.
[The party is free to interact. You are all there, in your inner sanctum, awaiting your leader to join you for the meeting he has called.]
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The Lord of Blades
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Ero Sennin
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Feb 16, 2010 20:13:51 GMT -5
Vice stands silently, next to his master's chair awaiting his arrival without any side-chatter. Though his features are invisible in the dark recesses of the helmet and though it does not even look in any direction, it feels as though he is watching everyone intently. His scythe gleams wickedly on his back.
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Feb 16, 2010 20:54:12 GMT -5
Davroar leans back in a plush chair covered in soft red velvet, his two dusty thigh-high black boots resting casually on the meeting table. His right hand is extended in front of him, palm facing the ceiling. Atop his hand, spinning like a hyponotic top, is an adamantine scimitar with a jet black pommel inlaid with a swirling pattern of gold and platinum. He occasionally chuckles and gives the sword an odd look, possibly raising an eyebrow or subtlely shaking his head.
He seems at ease in the inner sanctum, quick to make jokes and witty comments. He spends a few moments updating his compatriates on the current card at the Red Keys and how word on the street is spreading about their secrative establishment, with artistocrats and politicians seeking the elusive red keys. He explains the recent acquisition of a troll, which has allowed them to up the violence factor considerably while maintaining low costs. He also describes the recent business dealings which relate to the purchase of slaves and whores and the associated costs, particuraly proud of one fine lass he managed to acquire and whose services are available to those in the inner sanctum, free of charge.
He listens to the news as the others share what business they have, interjecting with questions and comments, showing interest despite his relaxed persona.
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Post by Kiirnodel on Feb 16, 2010 23:09:36 GMT -5
Goran or Thought Keeper as he is more commonly known stays silent throughout most of the pleasantries. When he does comment, it is through telepathic communication, which for the most part you should all be used to by now.
He waits patiently for the leader to come and start the meeting.
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lonewolf2017
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Post by lonewolf2017 on Feb 17, 2010 2:35:31 GMT -5
Muertos sits relaxed and quiet. He strokes his close cropped goatee as if in thought. Occasionally he will offer a comment on business, some times suggestions on matches that would bring good betting odds, or where more exotic fare might be found for the slavers. All in all the strange man's demeanor is quiet and patient; those who know him well know this facade is carefully sculpted to hide his not always inner demons. He laughs quietly at the jokes and taps his cane on the ground in applause at the mention of the troll. Most of the time he stairs into the goblet in his hand as if searching for some lost thought.
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Post by Deej on Feb 17, 2010 8:46:53 GMT -5
Deadeye suppressed a groan Davrovar's "business report". Through most of it, he flicks mind arrows towards the ceiling, having them dissipate just before they touch. He found it rather boring except for points when he thought to himself:
"Huh. Troll. That's kinda cool."
and
"Hot new piece of tail? I'll take up his offer on that one..."
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Post by joelocaust on Feb 17, 2010 10:15:18 GMT -5
Kannod pounds out pushups of all different degrees. In between, at logical and appropriate intervals, he comments on the tight security at each establishment and any incidents that may have occurred since the last meeting. He mentions the recent Heightened Awareness Training Exercises that he's developed for the guard patrols to practice, as well as once again increasing the physical conditioning regimen (it's probable that it will continue to increase until someone dies or the boss says it's where he likes it!). Other than his reports, he listens dedicatedly as he does other drills and training.
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Feb 17, 2010 10:24:03 GMT -5
The muted responses of his colleagues seem to grind on Davroar, he pulls back his outstretched hand, leaving the falchion still spinning in the air where he left it. He runs the hand through his shoulder-length scraggly black hair, eyeing each silent individual one after the other. Then, he removes his boots from the table, a small cloud of dust dispersing into the surrounding air. He leans forward, allowing the chair to rest solidly against the floor before saying,
"Well then, I thought we were here for a meeting, not a performance. Should I sing and dance as well? Most dull lot of buggers I've ever met."
Davroar crosses his arms and looks annoyed with the sullen, silent lot of men surrounding the table. He casually drinks from a blue glass goblet and picks at a plate of fresh fruit on the table.
"Someone should hire a bard, atleast then I wouldn't be the only one with anything to say."
He chuckles softly to himself and waits to see if he can get a reaction out of anyone.
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Deej
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Post by Deej on Feb 17, 2010 18:13:28 GMT -5
In reply to Davroar, Deadeye will respond:
"Hey, no need to get in a tizzy. Nothing out of the ordinary happened on my patrols. And I figured I could wait to tell that to the one guy that I actually technically report to, but he's not here yet. My guess is that's why others haven't given more in depth reports as well."
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lonewolf2017
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Post by lonewolf2017 on Feb 17, 2010 18:42:53 GMT -5
Muertos smiles. "Gentlemen all civility aside I must admit that I have matters outside this room that demand my attention. My seeming lack of interest is not from boredom but from distraction. I must admit it has been a while since I have been to one of your events and the idea of a troll dose peek my curiosity. Tell me what do you place against such a creature?"
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Post by joelocaust on Feb 17, 2010 19:07:32 GMT -5
Kannod crosses the room in a single bound from the balancing pose he was in and elbows Davroar (11+19=30, 6+6=12 subdual). After which, he takes a defensive stance, grins, and says, "If dancing would improve your mood, I've made my report already, so I won't need my jaw or consciousness..."
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Feb 17, 2010 21:12:23 GMT -5
"Oh ho! We have a live one it seems!"
Davroar bursts out in a high-pitched laugh, slapping his hand on his leg repeatedly at he tilts his head back with a wide expression of amusement after Kannod takes his defensive stance. The sword spinning in the air stops swirling and slowly floats down into the ornate ebonwood sheath at the man's side. After he has had his moment of fun, the right side of his mouth lifts into a crooked grin.
"If you would like to dance, Kannod, I can surely arrange you a match in the pits. I would make a pretty profit on that one, I'd reckon. Yes, I can count the platinum coins falling into my lap right now."
He turns to reply to Muertos, "Yeterday it was a set of triplets, three little boys with wooden swords. I do say Kannod here might provide the thing more of a challenge, perhaps he could make it laugh itself to death with his dancing, aye?"
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Post by joelocaust on Feb 18, 2010 1:14:04 GMT -5
Kannod nods and returns to his training.
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Kiirnodel
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Post by Kiirnodel on Feb 18, 2010 1:32:37 GMT -5
Please, gentlemen, we are gathered to meet and discuss our plans as an organization. There is no need to fight, and there is little need to discuss the intricacies of personal business
You all hear the deep whisper echo through your minds, the cloaked figure you have come to associate with it remaining completely still as he usually does.
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Post by Nate on Feb 18, 2010 14:49:16 GMT -5
[ooc] Nick, please read my PM befor you make a response to this post. If you get to this before I have time to PM you, don’t worry I will get to it. There were a few things I wanted to talk to you about but thought I shouldn’t keep the group waiting. [ooc]
As you all chat and talk about daily events the numerous candles that light the room give off a deep red glow. A distant rumbling can be heard and the mirrors that line the walls begin to shake and rattle. Within seconds, cracks streak across their formally unblemished surface. The red lighting dims and the silhouette of a man forms in each mirror, the cracked surfaces distorting his image. Gas spews out of the cracks and the silhouette is now close enough to identify. It’s the Nightmare Lord with a wicked grin on his face. Hideous laughter echoes through the room but the grin remains firmly in place on the face of its owner. He reaches out a hand and as if to touch the mirror from the other side. It’s not until a few glances around the room that you notice one of the reflections is pushing his way out. The distorted mirror surface fractures and falls to the ground in front of the mirror. When his body is fully through he stretches and clamps his hands together loudly. With this the room instantly returns to it normal lighting and likeness so quickly that it puts a seed of doubt in your mind whether all that really happened.
“Good evening gentlemen. It’s good to see you all could make it.” Morpheus says as he floats over to his chair. “Please everyone sit and relax. This is a night to celebrate and enjoy.” As he says this he lays a hand on the table and food and drink of all kinds form on its surface. With an expression that looks as if he forgot something, he pulls open a pocket on his robe and a very small yellow canary flies out. It lands on the table and begins to deform, losing its feathers and gaining leathery callus covered flesh. In seconds the quasit named Dentes sits in its place. It quickly grabs the leg of a roasted foul and starts ravenously devouring it. Morpheus to fills his plate with food as he says, “Eat and be merry. For tomorrow will be the dawn of a new age.” While he eats a rod appears in his hand. With a few small gestures a nymph materializes next to him. The Nightmare Lord takes in the beautiful female form, says something in sylvan and smacks her on the ass. She then starts walking around the room rubbing up against anyone who will allow it and dancing erotically throughout it all.
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