Vier and Thane
Vier moved from the room she was in and inspected the house with a sharp eye. A small smile on her lips gave her the look of scheming even when she wasn't. Finally, the former True Dragon found her way to the small room that Thane had gone to. She could feel the heat inside the room telling her that he was most likely bathing.
An idea came to mind, but she didn't act on it, unsure if he would kill her on spot for doing such a thing. Though, her earlier seductiveness hadn't been tossed aside either. With a light toss of her head, moving her long hair over her shoulder she reached up and tapped on the door. Vier didn't need him, but she wasn't one to sit around idly alone either, it usually didn't end well.
"Do you need anything, Thane?" She asked, her voice curling with sultry tones. Vier leaned against the door and waited for his answer, a wicked grin ever present.
Thane could hear Vier over the hiss of steam pouring off the hot water. "Do you need anything, Thane?" There was something completely different going on, something that Thane could've guessed. "I'm fine, thank you." He said, slowly lifting himself out of the brass basin. The blood had run off his body and the wounds were closed, now all that was left was- "Shit." he muttered, looking down and realizing that the clothes he had been wearing were now dyed a crimson that would no doubt, linger for a good, long while. Wrapping the towel around his waist, Thane gathered up his clothes and pushed the door open, and leaned on the frame, opposite of Vier. With a sigh, Thane stared down Vier. "What's going on here child?" He asked, eyeing her grin.
Her eyes roamed his form as he stood leaning on the door frame. Water still clung to his skin, slowly dripping down his well toned body. She crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her eyes once more to his. Her smile grew as she stood there, taking the weight off of one leg.
"Nothing in particular. You can't expect me to stay alone by myself do you? Especially with someone... such as yourself," she leaned forward, running one hand along his heated skin. She moved passed him, her hand following her as she stepped into the room that still steamed from the water.
Reaching up she hooked her finger under the strings of her leather tunic. All of her armor was destroyed anyway, so she started to undo it quickly. Turning her head, she swept her dark locks over her shoulder and looked at him, giving him the same seductive look as always, "I don't suppose you would mind if I washed? All of this dry blood is bothering me," she said, giving a feigned pout.
Thane's brow furrowed ever so slightly as Vier ran her hand across his chest. This girl and her wanton desire for physical contact almost annoyed a rather patient giant, but at the same time it was strangely amusing. "I don't suppose you would mind if I washed? All of this dry blood is bothering me," "Council alive," He thought, turning towards his room that lay just down the hall from the washroom. "That girl is almost more trouble than she's worth." With a sigh, he started down the hall and called over his shoulder to her, "This house is almost as much yours as it is mine. Feel free to." With that he entered his room, impressive and ornate furniture - A canopy bed complete with torn black curtains, a massive desk and several chairs that a king could've rested in comfortably - seemed to spring from the walls merely at Thane's presence. The house responded to the needs of those in it, a simple enchantment but comforting none the less. "Come to my room when you're done. We've things to discuss." He called down the alabaster corridor as he disappeared from the doorway to change into a pair of pants, meant to accommodate a massive pair of boots and a belt with a cloth wrapping that hung from his waist to about his knees. Classic Nephilim attire that set him into a state of comfort as he laid down carefully on his bed.
The door closed to the washroom as she slipped out of her clothes completely. Her smile had turned to a frown, though, as she stood there fully undressed. Finally, after a moment, she looked to the tub and eyed the clear water carefully. It was probably the magic in the air that made it clean and hot from Thane's use. Gingerly she stepped in and couldn't help a deep sigh as the heat washed over her body. Slowly Vier sunk into the water, emerging herself entirely. She wondered idly why her tactics weren't working on the large man, then again, she'd always done such things to men. It had become too much of a habit.
Lifting her hand out of the water she eyed the crystal clear droplets with criticism. Perhaps she wasn't to his liking, or maybe he just didn't like women. Then there was the possibility that she was just going overboard with everything as usual. Her fingers curled into a fist as she stared, her eyebrows coming down in annoyance. Of course the other question was, why the hell was she bothered by his lack of reaction to her? It wasn't like she wanted anything from him in that way. Her throat tightened at the thought and she swallowed hard.
Turning her gaze away from her hand she sunk deeper into the water until her chin was dipped in the heated liquid. With her eyes closed she soaked for a while longer before finally standing abruptly and throwing water all around the room. With one hand on her hip she flipped her dampened hair about her shoulders and looked for something to dry off with. Dry, dressed and ready to go once more, Vier stepped out of the washroom and started down the hall. Her damp hair hung in curls around her face as she moved. The heels of her boots made soft sounds with each step. Once she reached the room where Thane was at she reached up and knocked on the door before entering, hoping that she wasn't disturbing him. After all, he called her.
Leaning against the door she eyed him carefully and crossed her arms over her chest. Perhaps a different approach was the way to get closer to him, she thought. So she kept her distance and watched every detail, "What did you want to discuss?"
Talon V'lyn
Talon took up a seat next to Locien and watched as the mage took her place as well. Having ordered his drink, he waited for it to be brought as he listened to Locien's question and Jennifer's answer right after. He hadn't even had time to open his mouth to respond before the woman shook off the details of their escapade in Kingsburrow.
“More to the point, what happened to us is the least of our concerns. What matters is what we plan to do next about our dear friend Domieen. The True Dragons have razed every major city they’ve come across, and so far, there’s absolutely no sign of them stopping.”
Talon nodded his head and gave a hum of approval to her words. Straight to the point, a rarity coming from the beautiful mage. Maybe in time he would rub off on her further. Though it was only a small hope, if that. His drink was brought to him and he took a deep drink, enjoying the taste of the liquor on his tongue and down his throat. Putting the cup down with a satisfied sigh, he turned his attention back to the woman sitting across from him.
“Domieen was kind enough to inform us that he needed blood and magic to achieve his goals, so something tells me giving him war just plays into those gauntlet hands of his. What we do know though is that he seems to have taken up residence in Laowlee,” her gaze flicked to Locien, the look telling that she wished to have confirmation on that fact.
Talon nodded and took another drink of his ale before speaking, "She's right. There's no stopping his quest to tear down every city in Dragoon. If we want to stop him, we need to go straight to the source. I hate to say it, but we might have to tear down Laowlee just to put an end to this. It's probably our only shot too," he stopped and lowered his gaze to the table. The earlier conversation with Jennifer coming back to mind. He lifted his steely eyes to look at her for just a brief moment before turning back to the wood that he rested his drink upon.
"This isn't going to be easy, and I can't guarantee your safety or the others," Talon said slowly, looking up to the dark elf next to him, "Razing a city isn't one of my specialties either," he grinned, "but if you don't wish to endanger yourselves any further than you already have, I'll understand. Besides, I know you still have Soran to worry about."
He took another drink of the cold drought, "Well, think on it for a bit before you give me an answer, friend," he said and stood up. He took Locien's shoulder in hand and patted it before moving up the stairs to one of the rooms. He passed another man sitting outside one of the rooms and figured that it had to be the man that had spoken earlier, Locien's father. Taking the room across the way he closed the door gently behind him. With a heavy sigh he leaned against it for a long while before moving and opening the window to look out at the night sky. Talon leaned against the windowsill and held the cup in both hands, his thoughts deep on the conversation prior to landing in Vaye.
City Vaye : Collin
He leaned against the corner of a building, concealed by the darkness around him. He'd been lucky to escape Kingsburrow before it had crumbled into nothing but a pile of rocks. To even further enrich his luck, he'd caught wind of the small groups intentions to fly to Vaye, and so he'd followed them in the concealment of magic and trickery alone. Now, he stood in the shadows, wreathed in power as he watched the inn that the dark elf and company had entered. Sadly, he hadn't seen Jennifer or the assassin known as Talon V'lyn.
Not until a few minutes before. The large silver dragon had awoken from its coma like state and taken flight a few hours before. A little bit of waiting and Collin was rewarded with what the beast brought back. He hadn't made a move though as he watched Jennifer and her newest toy walk into the tavern. He wondered idly how well that young man was getting along with the woman that was nothing but tricks and lies. How many had he watched fall under her? He'd lost count a long time ago.
Collin's attention was taken as a window on the second floor opened and he witnessed the assassin peeking out. In his hands was a cup, probably some type of liquor. The young man looked ill at ease, his brow furrowed as he was deep in thought. The mage watched with interest for some time from his station across the street. His brow lifted as he spotted a glint of steel around the assassin's wrist. He was reminded of the text that Lord V'lyn had read back in Kingsburrow. Collin was interested now more than ever about the young man. How was it he was still standing? Surely the bracer of the God Ieer would have killed him by now. Or was it possible that Jennifer... No, that couldn't right. She would never... it was unthinkable.
Collin frowned as he gazed at the young man leaning against the windowsill of his room, sipping his drink. Something else must have happened in order for him to still be standing. Something that the mage had missed, or forgotten to calculate. With a frown he glowered up at the man. Either way, what it really came down to was if Lord V'lyn could play his part in giving Collin what he wanted. Jennifer's life.
City Lethandrill : Domieen
The glint of the red rays of the rising sun sent a sparkle off his guantleted hand. His dark eyes were wide with anticipation as he watched the city before him crumble and fall into nothing but smoke and dust. The grande city of Lethandrill, a cousin to that of the elves had put up little resistance to him and his True Dragons. The sky was filled with black smoke, fires raged all around, spreading to the forest surrounding the once brilliant city. Silver and bronze dragons fell from the sky like rain as they were defeated by his mass of black winged creatures.
A smile curled along his lips as he watched from a distance. He was carried by one of the black dragons under his command, the beasts mind completely twisted and lost. It was broken, just like the others and was nothing more than his puppet. The old dragon God sat upon his perch in ecstasy as the ruins unfolded beneath him. Domieen could feel the power rising from the death of the elves, their city's innate magic filling the air as it was released. He pulled it all in, gathering it up quickly and efficiently, holding it inside himself until he could release it into Laowlee and transfer the power to Barthomel.
The time of the True Dragon God was growing closer. Very soon, Domieen would seen an end to the age he witnessed and despised. Then he would reign supreme once again, like he had centuries ago.