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Post by The Iron King on Feb 26, 2015 4:21:55 GMT
"A thank you would be more appropriate given the situation I found you in." he replied in a manner that was somehow playful and cold at the same time. Luveria often elicited contradictory feeling in this form: hatred for the drow flesh combined with an appreciation for the consciousness that inhabited it. She was one of the few friends he had remaining, one with benefits during his brief century of hedonism, teaching him that the drow form at least had some potential use. "It seems I am the last friend you have left if this is how your colleagues treat you."
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Post by The Storyteller on Feb 26, 2015 4:40:51 GMT
"Dorian isn't a colleague, he's not even a proper magus." Luveria began flicking Dorian's face like a bored cat with her prey. "What were you, fourth in my class, Dory? A lot of big ideas and a bigger mouth, no real work ethic. The College didn't recruit him until he was almost literally the last man alive. What does that tell you, my little dormouse?"
She looked up at the Iron King towering over her. "You still look good bald. I like your last look better, but that was going to wear out eventually." She began walking down the railway. "So what's the first question?"
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Post by The Iron King on Feb 26, 2015 4:54:55 GMT
The Iron King followed with a sigh, the little man floating behind like a balloon on a string.
"Why am I here? Telling me that would be a fine start." he replied, displaying the same impatience now that Luveria was out of the cage that she had shown while in it.
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Post by The Storyteller on Feb 26, 2015 5:13:24 GMT
"To rescue me in case I was in over my head. I recently noticed that the Long Storm had started to settle down. I'd hoped it was a purely natural phenomenon, that the Land's wrath had reach it's natural ebb and started pulling back. It was far too late to simply restart humanity even if that was true, but there were still a lot of a old... contingencies from before the Storm laying around. Perhaps we could find the old shelters, reacclimate all those in necrostasis. Unfortunately, good news often comes from the cruelest messengers." She reached a locked door at the end of the Crucible's cell block. It became steam in her wake.
"Did you find Starkweather's book?"
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Post by The Iron King on Feb 26, 2015 5:23:02 GMT
He reached out to grab her arm, not tenderly. "I am not some dog for you to beckon to your side when it suits you." he said sternly, black slits where his eyes would be bearing down on her. "I have a kingdom to rule."
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Post by The Storyteller on Feb 26, 2015 5:33:41 GMT
She glared back at him. "That's exactly why we're here. The Collector isn't one Undying, but the College itself. They're after your kingdom because it's the first hospitable piece of real estate in a thousand years. I had Fenmir send you the ring as tribute so your curiosity would lead you here. And I didn't tell you about them all these years because I assumed all the major players died a very long time ago."
Luveria Sebastian CHA: 32 The Iron King INT: 34
Alastor is simply unsure whether he believes her without proof. Almost sensing his uncertainty through his iron skull, she adds.
"And thank you. I know you didn't choose to come here. This is... this is not a place one should visit alone."
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Post by The Iron King on Feb 26, 2015 6:32:29 GMT
He loosened his grip begrudgingly, another sigh emanating from his iron carapace.
"Lead the way then." he replied, considering her words. "I was kin to their emperor and they dare violate my sovereignty? How many do they number?"
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Post by The Storyteller on Feb 26, 2015 6:54:52 GMT
"Maybe a dozen, maybe less. The only one I know personally is Bonaventure. The rest were students or ministers who helped him with the..." Her voice trailed off, lost in thought. "I'm sorry, the words escape me. The view itself will suffice, I think." She took his hand, cool titanium allow in warm drow hand, two of the last human souls still in existence, and lead him into the courtyard. 1 XP Awarded
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