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⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Everyone, exhausted, takes a break in the dim cavern-like sewer junction where finally Izzdaer had caught up with them. The troll stands there, very slowly trying to absorb it's options. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Rylfein> "I am friend to the Severer of Chains, the unbinder of knots of slavery!" ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Rylfein bumps his fist into his chest to emphasize his point, but winces in pain as he hits the wounded part of his fist.

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  • Izzdaer frowns. Gods go by many titles...

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> "I do not know this name of which you speak." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> "But perhaps... if this is not just the delusion of a fool... my goddess and your... entity are not wholly opposed." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> "Zinzerena too would see some chains broken here. And clearly you have power, of a sort." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • aurora just curls up in a ball of her own miserable ecstasy, trying to block out the world and barely even listening anymore.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Rylfein> "Clearly?" ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Rylfein> "I do!" ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> "Then heed me: your action, whatever its intention, is acting against your interest. You may have struck a small blow for the liberty of some insignificant servants, but you are endangering the larger war." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Rylfein blinks.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Rylfein> "What larger war?" ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> "Chains! Oppression. The beggarment of our race. Look around you." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Rylfein> "What is larger than a chain shattered?" ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Rylfein> "You want to bind me with words of tomorrow!" ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> "There is more to freedom than the meagre liberty of the deranged vagrant." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Rylfein wipes his hand across his face, which only smears the blood over it further.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Rylfein> "There is not." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Izzdaer snorts.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> "Then you see no further than you spit, lunatic." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Rylfein spits at Izzdaer

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Rylfein> "I see *you*." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Izzdaer wipes spittle from his cheek with a sour expression.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Rylfein> "You should leave." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Rylfein nods twice.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> "You.. should not have done that." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> With a few words of command, a gesture and an effort of will, Izzdaer wraps the light around Rylfein, twists it, and points it at the troll. With delicate, practiced mental touch he shapes the light into a seeming of Alba's face, menacing, whip-weilding, seeking to provoke a reaction... ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> The troll sees Alba, and can't figure out how she got there. He is confused just momentarily, but then, unable to work things out, reacts in instinctively trollish fashion, and raises a fist. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Rylfein is so busy trying to figure out what's going on with the light around him that he doesn't realize that the fist is coming. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> BAM ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Rylfien drops to the ground, unconscious. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> The troll reels back to strike again, but sees that it's prey is not moving. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> "Enough." Izzdaer waves his hand, letting light relax into it's usual paths. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> The troll sees what he's done, and, even more confused, decides that it's time to be gone. He lopes off into the distance. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Aurora gets up and tries to run, but falls down in a spasm of some sort... ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Izzdaer doesn't bother to conceal a certain amount of satisfaction at this outcome. For the revolution! He shivers, then remebers Aurora.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> He strides over to her. "Take my hand. We will drag the cretin, and seek an end to your curse." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Aurora seems to think that's a good idea, given her condition, and comes along. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Izzdaer grabs Rylfein's leg and drags it along. Well, revolution can't ALL be glorious.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Izzdaer finds his way out of the sewers, dragging his captives along. On the street, he looks up, and notes a particularly large roof spider looking down at him. He passes once again by the big lightpost on the corner lit with a fire-beetle in a cage high up. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> As he makes his way, Izzdaer notes a messenger looking for something, who then spots him. The young male drow makes his way over to him, looking curiously at his two charges. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> "As you may suspect, I am busy, whelp. What is it?" ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> "Wow, you weren't easy to find," he says. "And I'm the best there is!" ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> He proffers a letter, bending over to catch his breath. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> It is sealed, but has no mark on it. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Izzdaer takes the letter and moves on, barely acknowledging the boy; expressions of gratitude not being common currency among the drow.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> The messenger runs off ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Izzdaer drags his charges to the edge of the street, looking for a sheltered, darker corner - never in short supply in Erehli-Cinlu.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> He eventually ends up in an alcove between an apothecary's shop, and an slave house on the other side. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Izzdaer slides open the letter, to read it, by magical light if necessary

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> In the glow from his spell, Izzdaer reads that somebody wants him to come up to the noble plateau, and meet them in secrecy at a small shelter by the first intersection of the road. No name is given. There is a Tormtor broach, which he is to use to get access through the noble gate. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Izzdaer frowns and thrusts the letter into a pocket somewhere, and hauls his charges back on the road toward Alba's again. As much as he comprehends the need for secrecy, he sometimes misses the open, honest and trusting world of professional academia.

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  • Izzdaer pauses his train of thought.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Izzdaer> "WHAT am I THINKING?" ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> As he thinks this, he feels that there's something about the letter that's somehow familiar.


⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> As Alba returns to the dome area from the balcony, still sans clothing, one of her pets (a male drow with very long hair), comes to her and says "There's somebody here to see you, Mistress." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> He gestures down to the dome and the back entrance foyer attached to it. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Alba summons her spiders, they come scurrying along with a newly weaved silk dress.

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  • Alba is still filled with inpatience and rage: she storms down to where her guest is waiting.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> The Drow that had informed her, quickly retreats noting her fuming, and wanting safety from the spiders (despite his familiarity with them) ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> As Aurora crosses the dome area to the foyer, her visitor emerges. It is Lectula, looking quite regal. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> As Alba crosses... ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Alba> As Alba's eyes meet Lectula's, the rage within her starts to soften. And is replaced with a flush of surprise. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> "So... where is our captive, Alba?" she asks, looking down through the grate in the floor. "And the messenger?" ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Alba> "Lectula I have met with them both already they are being brought back to me as we speak." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> "Brought... back..." her expression drops from friendly to, not so friendly. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Alba cannot hide the fustration in her voice.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Alba> "A minor slip up, soon to be corrected I asure you." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Alba notices how beautiful Lectula looks even when angry.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> "Alba, you know that I am not accustomed to having somebody 'slip up' in my service," she says. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Alba> "Nor am I accustomed to making such mistakes." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> She takes a step closer to Alba, into her personal space, and looks her face over. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> "While we wait, then, why don't you... entertain me," she says. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Her look is still not friendly. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Alba> Sensing the disapointment on Lectula's face, Alba feels broken. She had longed to see Lectula, although she would never let her know it completely. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Lectula waits patiently for a reply from Alba... expectantly, even. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Alba> " Of course, what did you have in mind? Your wish is my command." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> "I wish for the best," she says, looking very keenly at Alba. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Alba> "Well if it is the very best that you require, I can only offer myself." She moves to stroke the nepe of Lectula's neck. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> "Yes," says Lectula, almost trembling. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Alba whispers in her ear. "Let us go to my private chambers they are much more comfortable."

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> "No," says Lectula. "Here will be fine." The implication is clear. Lectula is going to punish Alba by humiliating her in front of her "pets."


⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Izzdaer resumes his trek back to Alba with his captives. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Aurora slows the progress quite a lot with her regular spasms. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> As she clenches up at one point, she looks back, and notes that amongst the "normal" traffic of the city, there's a familiar little figure following them. It takes a moment, but she finally recognizes Snuuli. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <aurora> She stumbles to a halt, hanging on to a wall for support, and looks back. What was Snuuli doing here? How had... and then her train of thought is derailed again. When it passes she tries to focus again on the figure. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Snuuli gives her a little wave of recognition. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Then he steps to the side to avoid being stomped by a bugbear. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> He's obviously not approaching, because he's not sure what her situation is, and figures (in typical Sverfneblin fashion) that remaining a secret and out of sight is tactically a good idea. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <aurora> She raises her hand and nods, and then, feeling a little better about her chances for some reason, allows herself to be pulled onwards again on trembling legs. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Snuuli follows. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> When she catches glances of him, she can see he's obviously waiting for her to signal him or call out. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <aurora> She tries to think of anything possible to signal, but how could she possibly explain? And so she just goes with 'wait' ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Snuuli waits patiently.


<Mike_Holmes> Events transpire [recorded in other channel], and go on for a considerable length of time. Before they are over, Izzdaer drags in Rylfein and Aurora. Both Aurora and Izzdaer get a good look at what's going on. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Lectula, somewhat exhausted by the efforts involved, nevertheless notes them come in. "Ah... so you weren't lying. That's good." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • aurora , having been leaning on Izzdaer's shoulder for support and guidance through her haze of exhaustion, looks up in panic at the sound of Lectula's voice, and she takes two steps back. "What are YOU doing here?" she asks in shock, fighting to stay upright.

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Lectula smiles at Aurora. She leans in to Alba and, looking at Aurora, says, "I'm tempted to start in on her right now, but I think I'll save her for another time. Think you can keep her her for me this time?" ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Alba> "You have my word." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Lectula walks out, trying to stand up straight and proud (but it's a challenge). ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> Aurora notes that Snuuli is not behind her any more... or at least she thinks that until she sees him wave from inside of a large potted plant of strange shape and hue. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <aurora> "No," she says, and her claws dig into Izzdaer's shoulder as she almost falls again. "I can't... no..." she's not even sure what she's saying but she's sure that no is the right answer for everything in this whole damned place. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> As Lectula retreats, she motions for one of Alba's personnel to gather her clothing, and meet her in the foyer. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p>

  • Izzdaer is somewhat discomfited by what he has just witnessed, but manages to breathe out. "Lady Alba.... I have retrieved these escaped prisoners as you asked, so the curse on this one is now... unnecessary, perhaps?"

⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> As Lectula leaves the dome, she looks back to Alba, and looks over to Izzdaer, and back to Alba. Reminding Alba that she has a job to do yet with Izzdaer. And then she's gone' ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <aurora> "Please..." she says, as Izzdaer's request registers with her. She tries to reconcile the proud domineering Alba with the submissive woman so recently at Lectula's feet. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Alba> "As you wish." Alba convulses slightly as she pulls the magic back. "But disappoint me again and it shall not be pleasure you feel, little kitty." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <aurora> Aurora gasps, her breath almost a ragged sob as the warmth leaves her mid-pulse and she is left with a terrible aching emptiness where it had been. She doesn't respond, just tries to breathe. ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Alba> "The two of you, to my personal chamber. Now." ⚠ <p>⚠ <p> <Mike_Holmes> In case they're thinking of disobeying, Guzara backs Alba up, with his guards, and their many pointy weapons.

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