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Jharhia
Daughter of Khaine
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Overall Stats
Level
40
Tier
0
Combat Style
Melee
Ranged
Mystical
Destructive Capability:
Unknown
Current Status
Living
Immortal
Power:
60/60
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Speed:
60/60
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Awareness
60/60
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Combat:
60/60
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Intellect
60/60
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Technique:
60/60
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Endurance:
60/60
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Magic Resistance
60/60
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Vitality:
60/60
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Energy:
60/60
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Spiritual:
60/60
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How much power this character has
in terms of strength and
how hard the character hits
Speed
How fast this character moves
in terms of running to attacks.
Awareness
How fast this character
reacts and realizes.
Combat
How well this character is in melee
and how well attacks are executed.
Intellect
How smart this character is
in information and analyzing things
, objects, and people.
Technique
How well this character uses skills/magic
Endurance
How much damage or injuries
this character can take.
Magic Resistance
How much resistance toward magic
this character can take as well as endure it.
Vitality
How much stamina this
character has to move around.
Energy
How much energy this character
has to use skills and magic
Spiritual
How well this character is connected with
religion/gods/spirits/etc____________________
Personal Information
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Full Name
Jharhia
Age Appearance
late 30s
Life Span
Immortal
Gender:
Female
Race/Main:
Dark Elf
Race/Sub:
Elf
Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames
Daughter of Khaine
Sexual Orientation:
Unknown; presumed to screw any enemy
Birthplace:
Naggarond, Naggaroth, The Olde Worlde
Religion(s)Beliefs
Dark Gods, Daughters of Khaine
Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:
Burns, scars and otherwise from battles
Height:
2 meters
Physical Condition:
Healthy
Eye Color
black
Alignment
Chaos
Occupation (Main):
Sorceress
Occupation (Sub)
Army Commander
Class:
Sorceress
Rank
Commander in Chief
Education:
Daughters of Khaine
Language(s):
Dark Elven, High Elven, Imperial English
Current Residence
The Watch Towers
Former Residence
Naggarond
Lives with:
Her bodyguards, her army
Family/Relatives:
Daughters of Khaine
Friends/Comrades:
Daughters of Khaine, Brides of Khorne
Enemies
High Elves, Wood Elves, Men in general
Rivals
Hordes of Chaos
Accomplices
Brides of Khorne, Daughters of Khaine
Organizations/Tribes/Clans:
Daughters of Khaine, Brides of Khorne
Former Affiliations:
Daughters of Khaine, Brides of Khorne
Disabilities:
Her own lust for power
Personality:
Cold, calculating, ambitious
With Friend(s):
Cold harted, deadish
With Enemies
Nasty as all Chaos combined
General philosophy:
If it breathes, and is a High Elf, kill it painfully as possible
Most Prized Possession (Material Value):
None known
Most Prized Possession (Emotional Value):
None known
Likes:
Killing, chaos magic, killing with chaos magic
Dislikes:
High Elves, Wood Elves, Men
Hobbies:
Magic, killing, torturing her captives
Interests:
Information, control
Goals:
Destruction of the High Elves
Life's Ambition:
See Goals
Fears:
Complete destruction
Crippling Fear ( Single Biggest Fear):
See Fears
Least Outspoken About:
Nothing
Most Outspoken About:
Nothing
Favorite Word:
"IDIOT!!"
Psychological Condition:
Nuts, nobody in their right mind has managed to get a good solid lock on her mental ablities
Superstitions:
None
Morals:
Presumably none
Positive Characteristics:
Her killer beauty
Negative Characteristics:
Her magic, her killer beauty____________________
Equipment
Armor:
:Weapon(s):
Ceremonial swords, various daggers; Black steelwood staff
:Accessories/Misc:
Coming Soon____________________
|Abilities|Traits|Racial|
Daughter of Khaine
Coming Soon
Commander in Chief
Commanding exactly 600,000 troops, Jharhia is a force to be reckoned with. Her own magic and leadership combined make her a tough target, and even smarter foe. The army is set into groups of soldiers in so few as Rainburners Crossbowmen, all the way up to the Cold One Knights. The army is set up as follows, each group holds exactly 41,000 troops, not including personal guard which have 600
The Black Guard and Cold One Knights are the more common soldiers in the army with the Spearmen making up the core footsoldiers. The Witch Elves are the most numerous and are scattered through out the army and in ordered ranks in certain groups. And the Rainburners Crossbowmen are the most numerous as both Cold Ones and Black Guard alike are trained with the Crossbow just as the Rainburners. The Witch Elves make up exactly more then half the total army or 333,000 troops
Rainburners; Crossbowmen 10,000 per group
Witch Elves; {see also personal guard} 1,000 per group
Black Guard; {see also personal guard} 10,000 per group
Cold One Knights; 20,000 per group
Witch Elves Personal Guard; 300
Black Guard Personal Guard; 300
Various retainers, sappers and slaves are currently uncounted and are not part of the overall army.
The Witch Elf that is also Jharhia's personal Champion Jnijssr
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Army set up seen here____________________
Feats/Achievements List____________________
Current History____________________
Past History____________________
Family History
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Jharhia
Daughter of Khaine
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Awinita
Description
So begins...
Jharhia's Story
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"Idiots, I am surrounded by idiots!" Around a dias seven people stood. Most of them female. One paced on the dias. Her head was unadorned in any way and her armor recently polished was about to be fitted for the first time. She was unhappy to say in the least. Yet she was also determined to finish what she started. Several human slaves were scared for their lives stood in attendence not far away. "Give me some good news for once Aramaethe!"
"Of course." The male replied calmly. He opened a scroll. "The good news I carry will hopefully lighten your mood madame. The Witch King has approved your request for supplies and men. To be sent to you or to where you desire them to be waiting for your arrival when you are ready." Aramaethe replied. He rolled up the scroll and took a step back.
This was taking too long. Jharhia paced for another moment without speaking. "If they are sent to us now, how long will it take for the new troops to arrive ?" She asked. "If they cannot get to us by nightfall tomorrow then we will meet up with them at our planned destination location." She picked up a wicked looking knife and threw it at the wall where a map was located. The blade hammered solidly into the wall, locked on a target apparently as she threw it. It was a human castle. Known only as Fort Veritas, and yet written in the dark elf langauge it said something entirely different.
Their target was simple, and yet from their spies and the knowledge the humans possessed it was going to take a lot of doing before they could get there, if at all. Jharhia went to the maps on a desk and began carefully looking through them. There had to be a way they could get into the human held compound and take it over. A runner came in. "What is it ?" Jhahia all but shrieked at the man, a low Dark Elf runner no doubt, a sapper. He bowed without saying a word and held up a scroll. Jharhia took it and opened it, reading it carefully. She closed it and allowed the sapper to leave as quickly as he came.
Finally she spoke. "We have us a problem." She said, setting the scroll on the table. "This was sent from a Chaos Lord. He wants us to meet with an envoy of his, they can get us what we need, however we need it, and yet all we have to do is keep it quiet. Impossible! How can we, a force able to withstand anything thrown at us, keep things quiet ? Six hundred thousand elves. We can do as we like how we like!"
"I agree." Came a soft yet strongwilled voice, Jinjssr stood not far away. At her hip were her primary weapons, no longer then her hands the two daggers were deadly fast weapons. "If we strike in the open we most likely will loose many of our men. And yet. If we strike rightly and at the right time. We can take the human settlement with minimum fuss." She said thoughtfully.
"And yet we must speak with this Chaos Lord, as far as I am aware he has nobody under his command, no realm or city under his control" Jharhia replied.
"Actually our spies and our tortures have yielded us the information we seek. There are Men there, strong and skilled, some of them powerful as well. We will be hard pressed unless we work with this Chaos Lord it will be a hard battle." Jinjss replied.
"What do you plan my Champion ?" Jharhia asked
"Simple, Send some of us, maybe even myself, as an envoy to this Chaos Lord, make it seem as if he captures us and takes us to the human settlement, once there we can work from the inside to take it while you take it from without. Maybe even lay it under siege as well with us inside." Jinjssr was a careful thinker and planner, as well as a Bride of Khorne she was a dangerous warrior and even more fanatical then most other Witch Elves. Which was why Jharhia took her as her Champion.
For a long moment nobody spoke or even dared to breathe as Jharhia carefully thought over what her Champion was giving her as a plan. It was perfect, "Very well. Get ready. Select as many as you wish to go on this trip, the rest of us will remain here and make final preperations. After five sunrises, on the fifth sunrise, we attack. Got it ?"
"Yes" Jinjssr replied. Jharhia allowed her to leave, which she did in heartbeats. Even though it was hard, nay downright impossible for a Dark Elf to not look on a Witch Elf's beauty, some actually resisted watching as Jinjssr sauntered out. Some of the newer soldiers, even though encased in their Black Guard armor could not help but let their eyes wander after the beautiful yet deadly as all hell Witch Elf Champion as she left.
Today was going to be a good day. Jharhia was sure of that. Without another word she left the desk of maps and went to stand on the dias. She motioned to the sappers not far away to attend to her and help her put on her armor. She had work to do, lots of it. And she wanted to be ready.
"Of course." The male replied calmly. He opened a scroll. "The good news I carry will hopefully lighten your mood madame. The Witch King has approved your request for supplies and men. To be sent to you or to where you desire them to be waiting for your arrival when you are ready." Aramaethe replied. He rolled up the scroll and took a step back.
This was taking too long. Jharhia paced for another moment without speaking. "If they are sent to us now, how long will it take for the new troops to arrive ?" She asked. "If they cannot get to us by nightfall tomorrow then we will meet up with them at our planned destination location." She picked up a wicked looking knife and threw it at the wall where a map was located. The blade hammered solidly into the wall, locked on a target apparently as she threw it. It was a human castle. Known only as Fort Veritas, and yet written in the dark elf langauge it said something entirely different.
Their target was simple, and yet from their spies and the knowledge the humans possessed it was going to take a lot of doing before they could get there, if at all. Jharhia went to the maps on a desk and began carefully looking through them. There had to be a way they could get into the human held compound and take it over. A runner came in. "What is it ?" Jhahia all but shrieked at the man, a low Dark Elf runner no doubt, a sapper. He bowed without saying a word and held up a scroll. Jharhia took it and opened it, reading it carefully. She closed it and allowed the sapper to leave as quickly as he came.
Finally she spoke. "We have us a problem." She said, setting the scroll on the table. "This was sent from a Chaos Lord. He wants us to meet with an envoy of his, they can get us what we need, however we need it, and yet all we have to do is keep it quiet. Impossible! How can we, a force able to withstand anything thrown at us, keep things quiet ? Six hundred thousand elves. We can do as we like how we like!"
"I agree." Came a soft yet strongwilled voice, Jinjssr stood not far away. At her hip were her primary weapons, no longer then her hands the two daggers were deadly fast weapons. "If we strike in the open we most likely will loose many of our men. And yet. If we strike rightly and at the right time. We can take the human settlement with minimum fuss." She said thoughtfully.
"And yet we must speak with this Chaos Lord, as far as I am aware he has nobody under his command, no realm or city under his control" Jharhia replied.
"Actually our spies and our tortures have yielded us the information we seek. There are Men there, strong and skilled, some of them powerful as well. We will be hard pressed unless we work with this Chaos Lord it will be a hard battle." Jinjss replied.
"What do you plan my Champion ?" Jharhia asked
"Simple, Send some of us, maybe even myself, as an envoy to this Chaos Lord, make it seem as if he captures us and takes us to the human settlement, once there we can work from the inside to take it while you take it from without. Maybe even lay it under siege as well with us inside." Jinjssr was a careful thinker and planner, as well as a Bride of Khorne she was a dangerous warrior and even more fanatical then most other Witch Elves. Which was why Jharhia took her as her Champion.
For a long moment nobody spoke or even dared to breathe as Jharhia carefully thought over what her Champion was giving her as a plan. It was perfect, "Very well. Get ready. Select as many as you wish to go on this trip, the rest of us will remain here and make final preperations. After five sunrises, on the fifth sunrise, we attack. Got it ?"
"Yes" Jinjssr replied. Jharhia allowed her to leave, which she did in heartbeats. Even though it was hard, nay downright impossible for a Dark Elf to not look on a Witch Elf's beauty, some actually resisted watching as Jinjssr sauntered out. Some of the newer soldiers, even though encased in their Black Guard armor could not help but let their eyes wander after the beautiful yet deadly as all hell Witch Elf Champion as she left.
Today was going to be a good day. Jharhia was sure of that. Without another word she left the desk of maps and went to stand on the dias. She motioned to the sappers not far away to attend to her and help her put on her armor. She had work to do, lots of it. And she wanted to be ready.
It was indeed a good day, that was her plan. Jharhia was going to relax on that day. And by relax she planned to torture some humans she had captured upon her arrival through the tunnels. Her armor in place, minus her helmet. She made her way to a large prison complex her men had fashioned out of the rocks and former buildings they had taken over. The humans within were either killed or had bolted for safety.
It was in this place when a group of Black Guard arrived, With them a white haired male. Clad in armor unlike anything she had ever seen before. Another black guard held something else, tied tightly and held just as tightly in his hands. Jharhia turned from the human she was about to prod with a white hot firepoker when she turned to the group as they arrived. For a long moment nothing was said as she watched the Black Guard mercilessly manhandle the creature they had caught themselves. Finally she said. "What is this....... thing you bring to our cells ?" She gave the Black Guard a 'look'
The elf in charge of the group that brought in the tresspasser spoke quickly and tersely with a quick bow. "Ma'am, we caught him sneaking around on the south side of the mountains. We managed to capture him after he took into the Witch Elf Basin. The Witch Elves were kind enough to give him to us to bring here to the cells rather then gutting him outright. We were not expecting you. But he did give us a brief fight." The others snickered slightly before quieting quickly as Jharhia stepped closer. They did have to take two members of their group to the medical wizards
"Tell me more." She said softly. She cast a glance at the creature held in two of the Black Guard hands. tied and bound, and also gagged with enough wet socks from the Witch Elves basin to choke a Cold One. "Tell me what he is." She growled out seeing the strange creature in the hands of her men. the other, more human like creature drew her attention as she turned to him. "Stand him up." She commanded, she drummed her fingers on the fire poker. Her nose then wrinkled at his stench. "Soak him!" She motioned quickly towards a basin of tepid water not far away as another hand went to her nose. Without a word the Black Guard on either side of their charge dragged the thing over to the basin and dumped him in.
It was in this place when a group of Black Guard arrived, With them a white haired male. Clad in armor unlike anything she had ever seen before. Another black guard held something else, tied tightly and held just as tightly in his hands. Jharhia turned from the human she was about to prod with a white hot firepoker when she turned to the group as they arrived. For a long moment nothing was said as she watched the Black Guard mercilessly manhandle the creature they had caught themselves. Finally she said. "What is this....... thing you bring to our cells ?" She gave the Black Guard a 'look'
The elf in charge of the group that brought in the tresspasser spoke quickly and tersely with a quick bow. "Ma'am, we caught him sneaking around on the south side of the mountains. We managed to capture him after he took into the Witch Elf Basin. The Witch Elves were kind enough to give him to us to bring here to the cells rather then gutting him outright. We were not expecting you. But he did give us a brief fight." The others snickered slightly before quieting quickly as Jharhia stepped closer. They did have to take two members of their group to the medical wizards
"Tell me more." She said softly. She cast a glance at the creature held in two of the Black Guard hands. tied and bound, and also gagged with enough wet socks from the Witch Elves basin to choke a Cold One. "Tell me what he is." She growled out seeing the strange creature in the hands of her men. the other, more human like creature drew her attention as she turned to him. "Stand him up." She commanded, she drummed her fingers on the fire poker. Her nose then wrinkled at his stench. "Soak him!" She motioned quickly towards a basin of tepid water not far away as another hand went to her nose. Without a word the Black Guard on either side of their charge dragged the thing over to the basin and dumped him in.
The small Quasit began to grumble and mumble a few strange words as it was gagged as it watched its master get thrown into the basin of water. However the small demon was not voiceless to his master as the mental connection between the two was strong enough to be heard from two different planes of reality let alone a couple of feet.
"What an appropriate sight! Oh how the mighty have fallen!"
The Drow cringed as he hit the water only to struggle a bit as he got to his knees and shake his head allowing his silver locks to loosen some of the moisture sending water in every direction. The wizard grimaced as he heard Slave within his mind only to then glare up the elves who had captured him and made a mockery of him in front his quasit. 'My staff?' Ulviir began to reach out with his mind to the exact location of his staff only to then find that his familiar was trying to block out the location he was so desperately was searching for.
"Master Ulviir you should know better than that. I may be blind but not stupid and your hands are bound and your mouth gagged. How will you even cast a spell to escape from this place? Also even if they do kill you I will find my freedom from your services soon. Hell I am sure I will see you in the abyss, you a tortured soul and me free to flay your bones."
The Quasit continued to torment its master for the time being and while Ulviir slowly began to stand up in the water one of the guards forced him back down. Instead Ulviir did not fight back but brought his gaze up to the woman who seemed to be the one calling the shots just to then think of the matriarch he had escaped in order to live free. 'I swear slave when this is over if you still draw breath I will kick the ever loving piss out of you.' Ulviir relayed the message to his familiar who began to give a muffled chuckle only to then do a little jig of its own.
"What an appropriate sight! Oh how the mighty have fallen!"
The Drow cringed as he hit the water only to struggle a bit as he got to his knees and shake his head allowing his silver locks to loosen some of the moisture sending water in every direction. The wizard grimaced as he heard Slave within his mind only to then glare up the elves who had captured him and made a mockery of him in front his quasit. 'My staff?' Ulviir began to reach out with his mind to the exact location of his staff only to then find that his familiar was trying to block out the location he was so desperately was searching for.
"Master Ulviir you should know better than that. I may be blind but not stupid and your hands are bound and your mouth gagged. How will you even cast a spell to escape from this place? Also even if they do kill you I will find my freedom from your services soon. Hell I am sure I will see you in the abyss, you a tortured soul and me free to flay your bones."
The Quasit continued to torment its master for the time being and while Ulviir slowly began to stand up in the water one of the guards forced him back down. Instead Ulviir did not fight back but brought his gaze up to the woman who seemed to be the one calling the shots just to then think of the matriarch he had escaped in order to live free. 'I swear slave when this is over if you still draw breath I will kick the ever loving piss out of you.' Ulviir relayed the message to his familiar who began to give a muffled chuckle only to then do a little jig of its own.
When the tiny creature started to move the hands gripping him tightened. Black Guard knights were best known for their strength in battle. And yet these seemed nervous. two of their members were kept with the wizard healers. Beaten it seemed by the tiny creature. When Ulviir gazed towards Jharhia one of the Black Guard stepped up and roughly dunked him back into the basin with a growl of some form.
Finally it ended as Jharhia stepped closer. Gazing towards the tiny demon two of her men carried carefully, tightly bound and gagged. She turned towards the other. She held out a hand for a dry stick and traded it for the fire poker. The look however said everything, stay close to me, I may need this when this is over. She stepped closer and flicked the stick, thin as a pencil and six times as long, yet strong as steel. It came to a halt within a hairs breadth from Ulviir's nose directly between his eyes as she spoke something to another with her. One of the Black Guard nodded and left the room as quickly as he was able.
Without a word she took in every detail of his face. From the bridge of his nose, to his eyes to his hair and finally to his ears and black skin. His stench was masked by the water. The steel rod Jharhia held acted more like a prodding tool. Finally she stepped back from the basin. "Get it out." She said tersely. At those words the three Blackguard all but dumped Ulviir from the basin of water to the floor at Jharhia's armored feet. Heavily gloved hands roughly lifted him to his feet to face her.
"Word has reached me that you entered a private zone reserved for some of our more..... fanciful members." Jharhia said calmly. She cast her gaze towards another, "Bisa piyambakipun mangertos kita? {Can he understand us ?}"
Aramaethe answered with a nod. "Kuwi kudu bisa, sawise kabeh, wong ketoke mangertos punapa Ladies marang wong {He should be able to, after all, he seemed to understand what the Ladies told him}" He said. The Witch Elves were none too happy to have their private sanctuary invaded by a outsider not of the Black Guard or Cold Ones. The swearing could be heard for ranks!
Jharhia turned back to Ulviir, and asked simply as she held her hand out and the white edged firepoker was placed in it as the steel rod was taken. A pair of heavy gloved hands removed the gag from Ulviir's mouth. "Tell me creature. What is it that others of your sorry kin call you ?" Her tone said volumes. All Dark Elves looked down on other races. And if she was looking down on his race... that meant something entirely different. The fact that he had seemed to invade on someones rather private party of lovely ladies might have something else to do it with it as well. That and the way she held the white glimmering firepoker.....
Finally it ended as Jharhia stepped closer. Gazing towards the tiny demon two of her men carried carefully, tightly bound and gagged. She turned towards the other. She held out a hand for a dry stick and traded it for the fire poker. The look however said everything, stay close to me, I may need this when this is over. She stepped closer and flicked the stick, thin as a pencil and six times as long, yet strong as steel. It came to a halt within a hairs breadth from Ulviir's nose directly between his eyes as she spoke something to another with her. One of the Black Guard nodded and left the room as quickly as he was able.
Without a word she took in every detail of his face. From the bridge of his nose, to his eyes to his hair and finally to his ears and black skin. His stench was masked by the water. The steel rod Jharhia held acted more like a prodding tool. Finally she stepped back from the basin. "Get it out." She said tersely. At those words the three Blackguard all but dumped Ulviir from the basin of water to the floor at Jharhia's armored feet. Heavily gloved hands roughly lifted him to his feet to face her.
"Word has reached me that you entered a private zone reserved for some of our more..... fanciful members." Jharhia said calmly. She cast her gaze towards another, "Bisa piyambakipun mangertos kita? {Can he understand us ?}"
Aramaethe answered with a nod. "Kuwi kudu bisa, sawise kabeh, wong ketoke mangertos punapa Ladies marang wong {He should be able to, after all, he seemed to understand what the Ladies told him}" He said. The Witch Elves were none too happy to have their private sanctuary invaded by a outsider not of the Black Guard or Cold Ones. The swearing could be heard for ranks!
Jharhia turned back to Ulviir, and asked simply as she held her hand out and the white edged firepoker was placed in it as the steel rod was taken. A pair of heavy gloved hands removed the gag from Ulviir's mouth. "Tell me creature. What is it that others of your sorry kin call you ?" Her tone said volumes. All Dark Elves looked down on other races. And if she was looking down on his race... that meant something entirely different. The fact that he had seemed to invade on someones rather private party of lovely ladies might have something else to do it with it as well. That and the way she held the white glimmering firepoker.....
As to the current events that unfolded before Ulviir the quiet mocking from his quasit still chimed in his mind. Had he returned to one of the many planes that he was known then his head would have been instantly impaled on a pike and left to sit in the light of the sun for all to see. But instead this elvish woman dared treat him like a thing that could be thrown aside like a cheap meal one would give to the dogs. The nerve of this sun born wench! "A common tongue we do indeed share but for the likes of a bitch and her whelps I have seen better rulers of lowly whore priestesses and their rabble." Ulviir muttered as his silver eyes fell upon the hot poker the woman held onto just to mentally grimace as he knew what was to come.
"And yet I must return to how the mighty have fallen! Ulviir this is Terra and we mistakenly returned to this place only for you to die by the hands of some woman who looks fancier in her armor than you do whilst casting a simple spell."
The Quasit continued to mock his master with its mental goading while Ulviir quickly bit his tongue in hopes of keeping his mouth shut when and if the hot poker touched his skin. Gods forbid he would yell out that this woman was a harpy or something getting him kicked if he didn't. 'Double the beatings if I survive and no rest from the tasks I will find for you no matter how depraved they may be for one such as yourself.'
"And yet I must return to how the mighty have fallen! Ulviir this is Terra and we mistakenly returned to this place only for you to die by the hands of some woman who looks fancier in her armor than you do whilst casting a simple spell."
The Quasit continued to mock his master with its mental goading while Ulviir quickly bit his tongue in hopes of keeping his mouth shut when and if the hot poker touched his skin. Gods forbid he would yell out that this woman was a harpy or something getting him kicked if he didn't. 'Double the beatings if I survive and no rest from the tasks I will find for you no matter how depraved they may be for one such as yourself.'
A slender hand snapped out faster then Ulviir could blink as Jharhia gripped his neck tightly in her free hand. the white glimmering firepoker in her other hand aved dangerously close to a certain part of his person. "If it were not for your pointed ears I'd have pegged your for a rotted human!" She hissed in his face as she gripped him. Her armored hands left marks on his neck when she let go seconds later.
"You have no idea what you are attempting you rotten creature!" She said. With that, her armored foot instead flicked up in a perfect arc. Directly where she had threatened with the firepoker. To the others she crowed out "Rendhem marang maneh! {Soak him again!}" She stepped back from Ulviir and went over to a control of some form. A lever. She pulled it. white fire spewed from a small furnace not far away that also fed to the water basin. She was heating the water.
"I will get what I need. And I will make sure you are alive to give it to me!" She said. The three Black Guard holding Ulviir picked him up again and made once more for the basin of water that had been refilled from the mountain stream. As soon as Ulviir was dunked back in it she pulled the lever enough to warm the water slightly. Just lukewarm at the moment. "Now, tell me this, creature. How long is it before the pain down below boils to completely cover the whole through heat ?" As she spoke the water steadily grew warmer.
All the while she wanted just one thing from him, his name. And his reason for intruding on the Witch Elves sanctuary, not even Jharhia went there when the Witch Elves were not in a good mood! And from this creatures intrusion on their sanctuary itself made it all the more reason for her NOT to try to playcate them at the moment. In fact it was the last thing on her mind, she herself was slightly shocked that the Witch Elves even allowed the Black Guard to take this sorry creature prisoner.
As soon as the water was warm enough, she stepped away from the lever and stood directly before Ulviir, "Who are you ? Why were you spying upon us ? Why did you enter the Witch Elves Sanctuary ? Do not make me ask again. Speak and I will spare you the pain!!" She was of course lying, but then she could manipulate to get what she needed, and this she needed dearly.
"You have no idea what you are attempting you rotten creature!" She said. With that, her armored foot instead flicked up in a perfect arc. Directly where she had threatened with the firepoker. To the others she crowed out "Rendhem marang maneh! {Soak him again!}" She stepped back from Ulviir and went over to a control of some form. A lever. She pulled it. white fire spewed from a small furnace not far away that also fed to the water basin. She was heating the water.
"I will get what I need. And I will make sure you are alive to give it to me!" She said. The three Black Guard holding Ulviir picked him up again and made once more for the basin of water that had been refilled from the mountain stream. As soon as Ulviir was dunked back in it she pulled the lever enough to warm the water slightly. Just lukewarm at the moment. "Now, tell me this, creature. How long is it before the pain down below boils to completely cover the whole through heat ?" As she spoke the water steadily grew warmer.
All the while she wanted just one thing from him, his name. And his reason for intruding on the Witch Elves sanctuary, not even Jharhia went there when the Witch Elves were not in a good mood! And from this creatures intrusion on their sanctuary itself made it all the more reason for her NOT to try to playcate them at the moment. In fact it was the last thing on her mind, she herself was slightly shocked that the Witch Elves even allowed the Black Guard to take this sorry creature prisoner.
As soon as the water was warm enough, she stepped away from the lever and stood directly before Ulviir, "Who are you ? Why were you spying upon us ? Why did you enter the Witch Elves Sanctuary ? Do not make me ask again. Speak and I will spare you the pain!!" She was of course lying, but then she could manipulate to get what she needed, and this she needed dearly.
"Now that has to hurt! Pride in all Ulviir one would imagine a foolish errand when one sees it."
The Quasit once again mentally assaulted its master with its vulgar presence but Ulviir just scowled as things seemed to go down hill. It was then when he found himself facing the water once again and taking notice of how this woman was heating it that he suddenly began to laugh. "Do you think you scare me dog?" Ulviir turned his gaze away from the water only to suddenly be dunked in by one of the other just to then be brought up for air. The drow simply coughed a bit as he gasped for air only to then tighten his bound fists and tried to recall at least one of the words he needed for this situation.
Ulviir simply spit into the water and turned his gaze back to the woman who was trying her damnedest to get him to talk would find that he was a bit harder to crack and the scars on his back would be evidence enough that this was not his first time he had been tortured. "I am your worst nightmare when I can recall the words I am looking for. Now my staff or your life which is it?"
The Quasit once again mentally assaulted its master with its vulgar presence but Ulviir just scowled as things seemed to go down hill. It was then when he found himself facing the water once again and taking notice of how this woman was heating it that he suddenly began to laugh. "Do you think you scare me dog?" Ulviir turned his gaze away from the water only to suddenly be dunked in by one of the other just to then be brought up for air. The drow simply coughed a bit as he gasped for air only to then tighten his bound fists and tried to recall at least one of the words he needed for this situation.
Ulviir simply spit into the water and turned his gaze back to the woman who was trying her damnedest to get him to talk would find that he was a bit harder to crack and the scars on his back would be evidence enough that this was not his first time he had been tortured. "I am your worst nightmare when I can recall the words I am looking for. Now my staff or your life which is it?"
A wicked smile appeared on the Sorceress' face. "You are hardly the one to ask for anything creature! Maybe I should let the Ladies have their way with you, by time they are done with you, you'll be begging to tell me everything you know." With that she turned and threw the whitehot fire poker like a dart. It landed quarely in the rather personal region of a human man who screamed for a full minute then fainted dead away from the pain.
Turning back to Ulviir she made a motion and he was lifted from the water by the Black Guard and dropped at her feet. With her foot she flicked his chin so he'd look at her. "Once more. Who are you. And why did you tresspass. If you do not tell me, I will let the Brides of Khorne have their way with you." She stood and stepped back. Turning to a Black Guard at the door she said simply, "Summon Jiessr, I am sure thaty having to let go of a potential sacrifical victem must be angering for her. After all" She cast her gaze briefly towards Ulviir, "I am sure she can find some means to get me what I want to know."
The Black Guard nodded and waited. If the creature, Ulviir spoke anything of worth he'd stay, if not, he'd take off to fetch the Witch Elf as requested. She turned back to Ulviir, "Your staff ? You're joking right ? What of that..... thing ? It seems hardly enough to feed to a Cold One, much less yourself! And yet you ask me of where your staff is, when we do not know where it is at!" It was true, Jharhia had no idea what Ulviir was even talking about, though Tiessta might know. But she was with Jinjssr. That left very few options for Jharhia.
Jharhia snickered, then laughed, the crowing sound rang for a good minute before she calmed, "You know nothing of nightmares. You viewed our Brides of Khorne, now you speak of me not knowing nightmares, Ha! Be happy I am not throwing you to a Cold One, or worse, to a Daemonette!"
Turning back to Ulviir she made a motion and he was lifted from the water by the Black Guard and dropped at her feet. With her foot she flicked his chin so he'd look at her. "Once more. Who are you. And why did you tresspass. If you do not tell me, I will let the Brides of Khorne have their way with you." She stood and stepped back. Turning to a Black Guard at the door she said simply, "Summon Jiessr, I am sure thaty having to let go of a potential sacrifical victem must be angering for her. After all" She cast her gaze briefly towards Ulviir, "I am sure she can find some means to get me what I want to know."
The Black Guard nodded and waited. If the creature, Ulviir spoke anything of worth he'd stay, if not, he'd take off to fetch the Witch Elf as requested. She turned back to Ulviir, "Your staff ? You're joking right ? What of that..... thing ? It seems hardly enough to feed to a Cold One, much less yourself! And yet you ask me of where your staff is, when we do not know where it is at!" It was true, Jharhia had no idea what Ulviir was even talking about, though Tiessta might know. But she was with Jinjssr. That left very few options for Jharhia.
Jharhia snickered, then laughed, the crowing sound rang for a good minute before she calmed, "You know nothing of nightmares. You viewed our Brides of Khorne, now you speak of me not knowing nightmares, Ha! Be happy I am not throwing you to a Cold One, or worse, to a Daemonette!"
The quasit continued to snicker and Ulviir growled a bit as he had heard the mention of sacrifices and it was this bit that pushed him ever closer to his own fears.
"Wait!" The drow quickly spoke only to then turn to look at his familiar and frown a bit as the little bastard was enjoying every moment of this. "I traveled here by accident, a miscalculation, though I hate to admit it I suppose I should have waited to see if the crystals were aligned properly. Needless to say I traversed a portal right into the middle of your 'witches' and found myself here." Ulviir frowned a bit more as he lowered his gaze away from the woman as it was a mix of pride and fear that goaded him into this action now. "I am Ulviir Ithravyr and I..." Suddenly the words had come back to him as if he had spoken them just and with that his frown suddenly turned into a wicked smile.
"The Master finally recalls! How vile."
The quasit began to jump for joy a bit as Ulviir suddenly stood up and began to stretch his fingers a bit only to laugh as he had suddenly recalled a extremely bad joke. "Lavulorux." Suddenly the chains that bound the Drow would begin to expand and creak only to open and shatter allowing the man time enough to surprise the others as he began to raise his hands up high allowing him time to caste yet another spell.
"Kill! Kill! Maim! Destroy! Violate! Volatile flaming screaming skulls of joy DECIMATE HER!"
"Verden ishvale mertak!" It was with those words that the strange looking staff that Ulviir claimed to be his own appeared in his hands and its skull that sat atop of its spine began to come alive with a fiery grin. "Know your place 'imp' as I have no intentions of listening to you or this hag much longer." The Drow instead however turned his gaze over to the elvish fellow who had clubbed him in the back of the head with the butt of his sword just to then smirk at the man and raise a single hand out towards the fellow just to then tilt his head back to glance at the woman who had threatened him from the get go with that hot poker. "Kre verhal." Was all he could say as lightning escaped from his fingertips and shot towards the armored guard with killing intent.
"Wait!" The drow quickly spoke only to then turn to look at his familiar and frown a bit as the little bastard was enjoying every moment of this. "I traveled here by accident, a miscalculation, though I hate to admit it I suppose I should have waited to see if the crystals were aligned properly. Needless to say I traversed a portal right into the middle of your 'witches' and found myself here." Ulviir frowned a bit more as he lowered his gaze away from the woman as it was a mix of pride and fear that goaded him into this action now. "I am Ulviir Ithravyr and I..." Suddenly the words had come back to him as if he had spoken them just and with that his frown suddenly turned into a wicked smile.
"The Master finally recalls! How vile."
The quasit began to jump for joy a bit as Ulviir suddenly stood up and began to stretch his fingers a bit only to laugh as he had suddenly recalled a extremely bad joke. "Lavulorux." Suddenly the chains that bound the Drow would begin to expand and creak only to open and shatter allowing the man time enough to surprise the others as he began to raise his hands up high allowing him time to caste yet another spell.
"Kill! Kill! Maim! Destroy! Violate! Volatile flaming screaming skulls of joy DECIMATE HER!"
"Verden ishvale mertak!" It was with those words that the strange looking staff that Ulviir claimed to be his own appeared in his hands and its skull that sat atop of its spine began to come alive with a fiery grin. "Know your place 'imp' as I have no intentions of listening to you or this hag much longer." The Drow instead however turned his gaze over to the elvish fellow who had clubbed him in the back of the head with the butt of his sword just to then smirk at the man and raise a single hand out towards the fellow just to then tilt his head back to glance at the woman who had threatened him from the get go with that hot poker. "Kre verhal." Was all he could say as lightning escaped from his fingertips and shot towards the armored guard with killing intent.
A soft hiss escaped her lips as she held a hand up. But she also barely moved as her own staff was in her hands as the lightning arced towards her Black Guard. The lighting was countered and then absorbed and then redirected into the ceiling and floor. With a solid crack she swung her staff and without a word formed a spell. Stonehenge, and threw it at Ulviir's feet intending on turning him to stone.
The Black Guard backed away with withdrew their shields to protect themselves. Protective runes were inscribed within the steel during construction of the devices as the lightning sparked and danced on them. "Summon the Cold Ones!" Rang out among the Black Guard, two runners took off quickly towards a deeper part of the cells.
Seconds later the ground rattled as the Cold Ones were free to roam. Massive scaled creatures that only the Cold One Knights could ride without troubles. With a final explosive blast of electrical power Jharhia grabbed the tiny demon in her hand and held it aloft. Her staff dangerous close to endoing the tiny ones life. "Ulviir Ithravyr!! Consider this your death warrant!!" She threw the tiny demon towards one of the Cold Ones' gaping maws as the massive creautre surged forwards. A cry went up then "Skulls for the Skull Throne!! Blood for the Blood God!" At that another spell was cast. This one of white hot eletrical fire and teleportation.
Jharhia was intending to transport Ulviir and his imp away from her and her army as quickly as possible, but with something of a gift as well. After all the Stonehenge spell only made a statue, then that being within it slept like a rock until the spell was broken. So for the time being he'd have a leadfoot or two. And her intended destination for him was simple. The bottom of the ocean off the beaches of Naggaroth!!
Jiessr was not going to be happy. But hey, at least they had rid themselves of a potential enemy. For the nonce.
The Black Guard backed away with withdrew their shields to protect themselves. Protective runes were inscribed within the steel during construction of the devices as the lightning sparked and danced on them. "Summon the Cold Ones!" Rang out among the Black Guard, two runners took off quickly towards a deeper part of the cells.
Seconds later the ground rattled as the Cold Ones were free to roam. Massive scaled creatures that only the Cold One Knights could ride without troubles. With a final explosive blast of electrical power Jharhia grabbed the tiny demon in her hand and held it aloft. Her staff dangerous close to endoing the tiny ones life. "Ulviir Ithravyr!! Consider this your death warrant!!" She threw the tiny demon towards one of the Cold Ones' gaping maws as the massive creautre surged forwards. A cry went up then "Skulls for the Skull Throne!! Blood for the Blood God!" At that another spell was cast. This one of white hot eletrical fire and teleportation.
Jharhia was intending to transport Ulviir and his imp away from her and her army as quickly as possible, but with something of a gift as well. After all the Stonehenge spell only made a statue, then that being within it slept like a rock until the spell was broken. So for the time being he'd have a leadfoot or two. And her intended destination for him was simple. The bottom of the ocean off the beaches of Naggaroth!!
Jiessr was not going to be happy. But hey, at least they had rid themselves of a potential enemy. For the nonce.
Did she take him for a fool! The drow was a master of the arcane and when her spell was aimed and fired Ulviir slammed the butt of his staff down on the ground allowing the drow to redirect the primal energies of his arcane mastery negating the spell but finding that he was unable to prevent himself from being ghosted away.
The day had gone downhill fast. First her Champion headed off on a mission, hopefully one that would not end with her Champions head sent back to her, then some weird creature of magical creation somehow invaded the Brides of Khaine's private Sanctuary, then he had the nerve to try and attack her in the prison complex they had created. With the Cold Ones once more pastered the cells and the small space in the center was cleaned up, black marks marred the stone where the apparenty Elf had stood.
"What was that ?" Aramaethe asked as the smoke cleared slowly. Today was rather interesting.
"Damned if I knew. Know this, next time he is found, destroy his staff" Jharhia replied. She pulled herself to her feet as the teleportation spell, though quick and fast seemed to drain her a bit. Leaning on her darksteelwood staff she turned to Aramaethe, "Finish with the prisoners, any that refuse to tell us what we want to know kill without mercy, those who tell, torture for more. I am going to take some time to myself." With that she turned and stalked from the prison cells in a angery huff. Purple and pale blue smoke wafted off her staff and armor as she walked.
Jharhia went right to her tent complex. The massive dias was in a larger tent, her own tent was just behind it. She wanted time alone. "Sepindah kula sandi karo njabut waja. saiki! {Aid me with removing my armor. Now!}" She called out as she entered her tent. Three female human servants scampered into view and carefully began to remove the steel parts of Jharhia's armor while one took her staff and stood within reach and waited for further orders. When the steel components of Jharhia's armor was removed she took her staff back and bade her servants to leave her alone.
Then she went to her desk and went through some of the scrolls on it. Supply orders, troop movements, supply requests, goblet requests from the Brides, it was a tough job, but someone had to do it. And since she was alone, no time like the present. She moved to the desk and set her staff on the edge of the dark wood. Then she moved over to the chair to take a seat when a spell build up reached her senses. Someone was instigating a spell of some form in her tent!! Without a sound she withdrew a dagger from atop the desk and turned around to see where the spell was coming from. Or where it was to appear
"What was that ?" Aramaethe asked as the smoke cleared slowly. Today was rather interesting.
"Damned if I knew. Know this, next time he is found, destroy his staff" Jharhia replied. She pulled herself to her feet as the teleportation spell, though quick and fast seemed to drain her a bit. Leaning on her darksteelwood staff she turned to Aramaethe, "Finish with the prisoners, any that refuse to tell us what we want to know kill without mercy, those who tell, torture for more. I am going to take some time to myself." With that she turned and stalked from the prison cells in a angery huff. Purple and pale blue smoke wafted off her staff and armor as she walked.
Jharhia went right to her tent complex. The massive dias was in a larger tent, her own tent was just behind it. She wanted time alone. "Sepindah kula sandi karo njabut waja. saiki! {Aid me with removing my armor. Now!}" She called out as she entered her tent. Three female human servants scampered into view and carefully began to remove the steel parts of Jharhia's armor while one took her staff and stood within reach and waited for further orders. When the steel components of Jharhia's armor was removed she took her staff back and bade her servants to leave her alone.
Then she went to her desk and went through some of the scrolls on it. Supply orders, troop movements, supply requests, goblet requests from the Brides, it was a tough job, but someone had to do it. And since she was alone, no time like the present. She moved to the desk and set her staff on the edge of the dark wood. Then she moved over to the chair to take a seat when a spell build up reached her senses. Someone was instigating a spell of some form in her tent!! Without a sound she withdrew a dagger from atop the desk and turned around to see where the spell was coming from. Or where it was to appear
The elf did indeed feel the presence of something stirring within her tent as a strange looking stone that sat upon the floor began to hum and shimmer revealing what appeared to be a image of a key carved clearly upon its surface. Its semblance of something normal became all to apparent as it began to shift and shiver under the pressure of something traveling from a vast distance. It was nothing to spectacular asides from the sudden Gate spell opening up in the middle of the floor that a young man with dark brown hair happened to step through just to fall upon his back along with a sickening thud along with several scrolls and tomes flying through the air just to land on top of him covering him from head to toe.
The young man groaned a bit as he pulled a torn scroll off from his face just to slowly sit up in the mess of books he had brought with him just to then rub the back of his head while his eyes were squeezed closed tightly as he was trying to fight back the tears that were forcing their way through. "Who in the Seven Hells moved the Gate Stone from its resting place again and why must I......" Suddenly the young man began to open his eyes as a look of utter shock and confusion became evident on his face as he looked at the elven woman and the tent he was in.
The young man groaned a bit as he pulled a torn scroll off from his face just to slowly sit up in the mess of books he had brought with him just to then rub the back of his head while his eyes were squeezed closed tightly as he was trying to fight back the tears that were forcing their way through. "Who in the Seven Hells moved the Gate Stone from its resting place again and why must I......" Suddenly the young man began to open his eyes as a look of utter shock and confusion became evident on his face as he looked at the elven woman and the tent he was in.
At the sudden onset of books that first preceeded the being, then the being, and then more books. Jharhia stepped backwards against the desk. Her black eyes locked on the being that grumbled something. In a flash the dagger, laced with sleep poison was in hand and she stalked closer. Without the steel parts of her battle armor the leather had a look of recently tailored. Runes covered the edges of the leather. Yet her eyes were the primary cause of concern. Nobody, not even another Daughter of Khaine entered her chambers uninvited.
She got within arms reach of Roy and the dagger in one hand she spoke in the common tongue. "Who moved what stone ? Who are you ? Speak!" None dared to enter her chambers when she wanted to be alone! But this one had. Which meant there was something going on, something important. She saw then he was a human. A wicked smile graced her face then as she reached over and all but yanked Roy to his feet by his collar. With a strange cry of command two Black Guard appeared at the door and stood at attention.
Black eyes stared at the young man. "I am waiting. And I must warn, I hate waiting." Jharhia was livid about something. Part of her command brought two Witch Elves of her personal guard into the tent. Without a word the two Black Guard took their leave and stood outside the tent keeping guard. The two Brides of Khaine stood at the ready. The weapons they held Jharhia also had one in her hand, the weapon actually belonged to her Champion, Jinjssr. Who was away at that time.
She got within arms reach of Roy and the dagger in one hand she spoke in the common tongue. "Who moved what stone ? Who are you ? Speak!" None dared to enter her chambers when she wanted to be alone! But this one had. Which meant there was something going on, something important. She saw then he was a human. A wicked smile graced her face then as she reached over and all but yanked Roy to his feet by his collar. With a strange cry of command two Black Guard appeared at the door and stood at attention.
Black eyes stared at the young man. "I am waiting. And I must warn, I hate waiting." Jharhia was livid about something. Part of her command brought two Witch Elves of her personal guard into the tent. Without a word the two Black Guard took their leave and stood outside the tent keeping guard. The two Brides of Khaine stood at the ready. The weapons they held Jharhia also had one in her hand, the weapon actually belonged to her Champion, Jinjssr. Who was away at that time.
Roy was a bit confused and suddenly worried as he found himself in the company of a knife wielding elf who had to of woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. "Easy now, easy please, there is no need for alarm or anger.......or any other stipulation that would involve that knife and me in any form shape or way." The young man quickly spoke out of fear just to then swallow a bit as a nervous response only to then raise his hands a bit in a defensive manner as if he was being verbally accosted and spoken down to.
Instead of trying to explain a rather long story he simply pointed down to the strange stone that was on the floor that had a rather strange rune carved into it just to then laugh nervously a bit. "My name is Roy Cullens. Please don't hurt me."
Instead of trying to explain a rather long story he simply pointed down to the strange stone that was on the floor that had a rather strange rune carved into it just to then laugh nervously a bit. "My name is Roy Cullens. Please don't hurt me."
Jharhia set Roy on his feet. Without a word she scooped up the gatestone. The rune looked oddly familar, She dropped the stone as quickly as she was able. With a hiss she grumbled. "Warpstone!" With a dismissive wave of her hand the two Witch Elves backed up a few paces. But kept their leader in their line of sight.
The beautiful black eyed elf took in the young man. A human. Perfect. "Hurt you ? I wont hurt you" She lied. "I just need to know exactly what you know. What can you tell me of this area ?" She pointed to the map on the wall showing a human fortress, known as Fort Veritas. "Tell me what you know, and you can go freely. But if you refuse, I will hurt you. But not too badly." After all they had wizard healers So if she hurt him too much she could have him healed. Until then, he was her prisoner, for the nonce that proved well. He had no staff as far as she could see, and he was young, which meant very poor experience. And that was exactly what she wanted.
She turned to one of the two female elves at the tent entry. "Jupuk-jupukan putih rod geni {Fetch the white fire rod.}" She said simply If Roy gave her the required information, he could leave with his dignity intact, if not, damage was to begin. The Witch Elf nodded and left without a word. It was going to help to have some assureance that she could get something good out from this otherwise very bad day.
The beautiful black eyed elf took in the young man. A human. Perfect. "Hurt you ? I wont hurt you" She lied. "I just need to know exactly what you know. What can you tell me of this area ?" She pointed to the map on the wall showing a human fortress, known as Fort Veritas. "Tell me what you know, and you can go freely. But if you refuse, I will hurt you. But not too badly." After all they had wizard healers So if she hurt him too much she could have him healed. Until then, he was her prisoner, for the nonce that proved well. He had no staff as far as she could see, and he was young, which meant very poor experience. And that was exactly what she wanted.
She turned to one of the two female elves at the tent entry. "Jupuk-jupukan putih rod geni {Fetch the white fire rod.}" She said simply If Roy gave her the required information, he could leave with his dignity intact, if not, damage was to begin. The Witch Elf nodded and left without a word. It was going to help to have some assureance that she could get something good out from this otherwise very bad day.
Roy was a rather good judge of character and though the elf spoke well of herself it was nothing that the young wizard could not deduce as a falsehood. Let alone it did not help that she even provided more evidence of such when he went to look over the maps she had asked about. "Master Grey would be so displeased with me. I wonder what Master Bigsby would do? Roy muttered to himself as he looked over the maps a bit more just to then turn his gaze back to the elven woman who spoke in a rather strange dialect of elvish he had not yet heard before. It was not under-common that was for sure but something seemed even more off.
"These maps are rather new to me. It had been some time sense I was back on Terra, if this is Terra, and I am not even sure I can...." Roy was suddenly cut off as something began to move within his shirt and down through his sleeve leaving the young man in a fit of laughter as a small and very strange roddent poked its head out just to then climb up Roy's shirt just to rest upon his shoulder. "Whiskers what are you doing here? Wait did I not feed you yet?" The young man simply began to shake his head as he began to refocus on the maps just to then impishly move over to one of the books he had brought with him through the portal just to then grab it and move back to looking over at the maps.
"These maps are rather new to me. It had been some time sense I was back on Terra, if this is Terra, and I am not even sure I can...." Roy was suddenly cut off as something began to move within his shirt and down through his sleeve leaving the young man in a fit of laughter as a small and very strange roddent poked its head out just to then climb up Roy's shirt just to rest upon his shoulder. "Whiskers what are you doing here? Wait did I not feed you yet?" The young man simply began to shake his head as he began to refocus on the maps just to then impishly move over to one of the books he had brought with him through the portal just to then grab it and move back to looking over at the maps.
With the Witch Elf retrieving a information seeking device. From what it sounded like at least. Jharhia did not even raise an eyebrow, more like gave off a huff of annoyance. Great, Clanrats too ? Dear Khaine this was going to suck. Holding the dagger in such a way to not injure herself she crossed her arms. Watching the human male. She watched carefully the items he was using. The runes written on the covers of each parcel. Great another wizard! At least this one was human. And easy to .... pursreade into doing as required. If he knew the maps, the layout of the fortress, anything, that was good. Worst thing that could happen was he'd get delayed on his walk out.
The Witch Elf returned with the rod, currently dark in color. It looked more like a unused firepoker. But it could easily get heated up to a white glow should she have need of it. Seeing how her commander stood observing the human a good distance away the Bride of Khaine saw why she kept her distence. Clanrat ratling it looked like. Which was not exactly a good thing. Great. the Skaven were sometimes considered their allies, but then again it was impossible to even so much as try to deal with a Skaven, muchless a Clanrat or even a Champion. They constantly backstabbed each other. It was hard to trust them. And this human had one of their ratlings.
Just peachy fun now. First a strange wizard invaded the Brides private zone. And and nearly roasted some of the prisoners in the prison block, and now this. If given the choice between what happened that morning and what was going on right then. The two Witch Elves both were easy to guess what they wanted to face. Anything that bled freely. Even if it were a powerful wizard it was still possible for a Witch Elf in a Frenzy to take down her target without too much trouble.
But the question remained. Was this young man able to give the information required and was her commanding officer going to keep her word ? The Personal Guard doubted greatly that Jharhia was going to let the young man walk out unharmed. But nothing was said, all was quiet in the tent. All were watchful.
Well mostly quiet, the chittering of the rat, and the ruffle of pages of a book or two were the only things heard in the Dark Elf tent
The Witch Elf returned with the rod, currently dark in color. It looked more like a unused firepoker. But it could easily get heated up to a white glow should she have need of it. Seeing how her commander stood observing the human a good distance away the Bride of Khaine saw why she kept her distence. Clanrat ratling it looked like. Which was not exactly a good thing. Great. the Skaven were sometimes considered their allies, but then again it was impossible to even so much as try to deal with a Skaven, muchless a Clanrat or even a Champion. They constantly backstabbed each other. It was hard to trust them. And this human had one of their ratlings.
Just peachy fun now. First a strange wizard invaded the Brides private zone. And and nearly roasted some of the prisoners in the prison block, and now this. If given the choice between what happened that morning and what was going on right then. The two Witch Elves both were easy to guess what they wanted to face. Anything that bled freely. Even if it were a powerful wizard it was still possible for a Witch Elf in a Frenzy to take down her target without too much trouble.
But the question remained. Was this young man able to give the information required and was her commanding officer going to keep her word ? The Personal Guard doubted greatly that Jharhia was going to let the young man walk out unharmed. But nothing was said, all was quiet in the tent. All were watchful.
Well mostly quiet, the chittering of the rat, and the ruffle of pages of a book or two were the only things heard in the Dark Elf tent
The small rodent continued to do its chittering as it scurried down Roy's sleeve and onto the table were it went over to the book and began to sniff it. Roy frowned a bit as he glanced down at the hungry little beast just to then sigh and produce from thin air a small scroll the size of a human finger. "Here eat this and keep out of my books." Roy muttered as he opened up the old dusty tome which had a title but was written in a rather strange curved runic script that was almost similar to mix of elven and dwarven texts.
"This map shows a fortress I have never seen or heard of before and judging from....." The young man began to trail off a bit as he brought a finger over a bit of text in the book just to then frown a little as he turned his attention to the elves. "Yes I see now. This is a subject that I cannot possible know due to the fact that this is a installation that I have never even heard of. However through all of the bad news you might be able to make some kind of profit from this information as the caves that are nearby just so happen to lead right under it were the earth is thinnest to the surface." Roy turned his gaze back over to the strange looking field mouse just to then watch as the little thing devoured the small scroll within seconds just to then turn its attention to its master as if asking for more.
"This map shows a fortress I have never seen or heard of before and judging from....." The young man began to trail off a bit as he brought a finger over a bit of text in the book just to then frown a little as he turned his attention to the elves. "Yes I see now. This is a subject that I cannot possible know due to the fact that this is a installation that I have never even heard of. However through all of the bad news you might be able to make some kind of profit from this information as the caves that are nearby just so happen to lead right under it were the earth is thinnest to the surface." Roy turned his gaze back over to the strange looking field mouse just to then watch as the little thing devoured the small scroll within seconds just to then turn its attention to its master as if asking for more.
Jharhia smiled, so he knew about it. And a cave network, perfect! without so much as a letting down of her crossed arms Jharhia said simply, "As long as you do not feed your pet anything of ours, tell me more of the area that is around it Where I can hide my soldiers without being seen." She said, it was not that she looked down on Skaven soldiers, far from it, she looked down on everything save for her own kindred. She set the dagger on the table in a sheath and nodded towards the newly returned Witch Elf who handed over the firepoker.
Fort Veritas was new, and from what preliminary reports showed, carefully watched all around for miles. So with a cave network, the army could hide within it, and safely, and then strike from within. However Jharhia only wanted the maps the fort contained of the lands. Nothing more. And walking in and asking for a roadmap was not her style either. So force was required. She cast another glance at the Clanrat ratling and then ignored it from then on. She waited for Roy to answer her questions.
Fort Veritas was new, and from what preliminary reports showed, carefully watched all around for miles. So with a cave network, the army could hide within it, and safely, and then strike from within. However Jharhia only wanted the maps the fort contained of the lands. Nothing more. And walking in and asking for a roadmap was not her style either. So force was required. She cast another glance at the Clanrat ratling and then ignored it from then on. She waited for Roy to answer her questions.
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