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Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

Jasper didn't notice the key at first as he spun around and was shocked to find the door in had in fact disappeared. His eyes went wide as he ran back to where the door had been but sparse moments beforehand. He ran his hands along the wall in disbelief only confirming what his eyes did see, there was no longer any door. He heard a small chink as the key fell from his open hand to the floor. Bending down he picked up the key, and seeing the new tower, he began climbing it. Trying the key until he found the door it belonged to. Stepping into the room it appeared to be sparse decorated not so different from his own abode, and yet these were clearly servants quarters. locking the door behind him, he stripped out his wet things and hung them up to dry. He could see a dresser and began rummaging through it until he found some clothes that fit. his shirt was bit loose on him, but the long sleeves allowed him to conceal his dagger on his wrist. After sliding his rapier and lock picking kit under the mattress to hide them, he left the room and by means of asking several of the servants he made his way into the kitchen, decidng for now it was better to blend in, until he figured out what was going on.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

The first thing he would notice was how vast the kitchens were everywhere people ran back and forth carrying baskets of fruit or loaf of bread. Others were in and out gathering food before leaving on horseback to deliver it to one of the several slums that made up the common folk's living quarters. Upon entering he'd find the wolf that helped him before wearing a large red band on his arm and directing the others as he stirred a great pot of soup. Ah there you are, I need you to take these baskets of food to the slums to the north of the kitchens. When you get their deliver them to an old cheetah name Kenneth, he'll hand out the food and tell him. 'The best secrets are the ones everyone knows.' And he turned his back to him and added five whole chickens to the boiling stew. Obviously it was some kind of code, the wolf had made that much obvious. The cheetah would be sure to ask any questions he had if it had not been for one thing. Fiona disguised as an attractive serving maid stopped him. As much as Lucas liked to think his information ring was a secret she knew, really she wasn't as unforgiving as everyone seemed to think. Placing a hand on his shoulder green eyes smiled back at him. You're new aren't you? she said softly the loose robs hiding her obvious voluptuous frame. Lucas thinks he's being secretive by not telling Fiona of new comers like he should, but he's not very good at It. chuckling she handed him a slip of paper. After you deliver the food, come to this room in the servant's tower. I'll answer any questions you have....
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

Jasper grabbed the basket as it was hastily handed to him. He smiled politely, though clearly a bit irked as he made a mental note of what he was told to do. He saw the young woman coming towards him as he prepared to leave. When she placed her paw on him he bared his teeth. It was bad enough he stuck out like a sore thumb around here, what was with people and grabbing him. He snatched the piece of paper from her, and made his way off to the slums. It didn't take him long to find them, or to find the old cheetah Kenneth. After handing the food over, he thought about what came next, did he trust the wolf, or the dame? neither one seemed particularly off to his gut, and he really didn't know enough to make an informed decision. Fishing a coin from his pocket he decided to leave it to chance. Heads for the geezer, Tails for the dame. he muttered as he flipped the silver coin in the air. Catching it neatly, he slapped it onto the back of his paw and glanced at the result. With out a word, he pocketed the coin and turned leaving the kitchens for the servant's tower. Pulling the slip of paper from his pocket he looked at the number and little trouble finding the room. Pausing for a moment out side the door, he raised his paw and knocked.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

Fiona had just slipped out of the robes that allowed her to blend in with her servants. The dress she wore was nothing short of magical. In certain light the low cut top and long skirt were purple, other times black clinging to proud full breasts and wide hips. Her stomach was flat the barest hint of muscle outlined by the sheer panel that covered her middle. Her black tail swished lazily from side to side in boredom. Of course she was still playing the part of serving maid, but the women often wore things like this when no in uniform. Most just preferred not to. Softly padding over to the door she ushered him inside paw on the middle of his back before shutting the door. The room like his was sparsely decorated except for a large gold chest at the foot of the twin sized pallet that served as a bed. Everything else was carved of the same dark wood that occupied most of his room as well as hers. Please sit. she gestured to the chair by a small desk. I'll explain everything to you. Who better to explain how Lavonia Tower worked then the very woman who created it? Sure on more then one occasion she'd killed outsiders. Usually females as they had far too many living here. Never males as impressive as he, with the ability to wake the long dormant lust in her slender body. After all she needed a powerful male to help her rule, he seemed promising.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

Jasper snarled as she placed her paw on his back, his teeth once again becoming visible. He flexed his paw as his tail twitched, and he resisted the urge to snap her arm. He muttered something incoherent under his breath as he took the chair she offered. Though he may have appeared relaxed when he sat down to the casual observer, so many years in his chosen profession had left ever ready to move, and attack. He looked at her with his narrowed yellow eyes. As he spoke his voice his voice seemed dangerously quiet. I realize this world is rather secluded from mine, so you probably haven't heard the tales. As such I'm going to give you a rather courteous warning now, and I'd appreciate it if it was cycled rather quickly. I'd don't like physical contact, unless I initiate it. I have a rather well earned.... reputation for breaking appendages if you follow my meaning, miss... he waited for her to fill in the silence with her name before he continued.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

She raised a slender eyebrow and her green eyes sparkled in amusement but she didn't say anything to further his anger. My name is Sasha. she commented her voice holding a soft musical lilt. I'm not trying to seduce you I'm trying to help you. Well that was a lie she was trying to seduce him, just not now. The way you move I take it you're some kind of mercenary? A thief perhaps? We get them in here constantly the storms Fiona creates around the outside of the tower are designed to lure people here. Most of the time they're outlaws because, really who else would be wandering around the woods? Lucas used to be one of the best thiefs in the outside world, ever heard of the Shadow Fang? He claims to have led them once upon a time....but I digress. This tower was built to imprison the great Magess Fiona about 500 years ago. The mages guild felt threatened by her after she discovered a way to remain eternally young and beautiful without making a deal with a demon. For the first century she worked on enchantments creating a world within the tower and then lured people here. There are approximately 2000 people in this tower with 30 new ones on the way. It just like the outside world water flows, trees bear fruit. There are seasons and festivals. We have nobles and thieves, assassins. The only difference is that Fiona has some measure of control over them...
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

He chuckled when she mentioned the no longer existent band of thieves. He waited for her to finish speaking before he replied. Hmm I see, it appears the job i took a year ago isn't quite finished yet then, but still I've been payed, so I suppose I can let the last remaining member of the Shadow fang live. He smiled wickedly as he said this, almost as if it brought back some particularly fond memory. Jasper leaned forward, with a subtle shift in the way his feet were positioned, and rested his arms against his knees. But anyway, do continue this is most intriguing. His tail swished idly behind him, and his ears perked as he listened to her, and most importantly, to the way she spoke, and the subtle inflections in her voice.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

You're a mercenary then? An assassin? How interesting. Best not let Lucas know he fancies himself a thief prince still. she laughed softly and tossed shifted in her seat. As I'm sure Lucas told you, there is only one way out a portal in Fiona's private room, where no one knows were is. Well unless of course you manage to get an invitation into her bed, it's the only reason Lucas knows so the rumors say. However he cannot for the life of him remember how she looks, he says she cast a spell after she grew tired of him. So outside of the servant's tower there are five slums, and beyond them the farmland. Often times Fiona will target a certain person in her scrying glass and bring them here, such as certain famers or tradesmen. We have a small collection of nobles that share quarters with her but most are common folk. No one starves, there is no disease. If not for the fact you can never leave it's almost like its own little paradise. We have wild animals as well they live in the wild lands beyond the farms. Rumor has it they locked away the last of the feral black dragons with her, but know one has ever seen them.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

Jasper seemed somewhat bemused as he stood up and walked to the door. Thank you, Sasha , He said it with emphasis as if he were trying to make a point. I think that will do for now. Though it is a pity that Fiona can't hide herself as well as she believes. With that he steps out of the room and is gone back to the kitchens, his stomach growling a bit. He cracks his neck as he pieces together the information he gathered from the woman whom he was now certain was the tower's mistress. He looked about the kitchen for the wolf Louis. Time to gather a bit more information, and rustle up some grub, he hadn't eaten anything since before entering the storm several hours ago.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

Fiona simply watched him walk away chuckling softly to herself, so he was smart as well? No one ever saw through her disguise before, usually because they assumed she was some cold hearted bitch. Shrugging softly she snapped her fingers and reappeared in her actual bedroom and sighed. Now everything had just become about 80 times more difficult. She could play stupid, hell she'd had 400 years of acting lessons to teach her how to. You're back? Louis question as he stepped down with two bowls of stew and handed him one. Did you get the information you were looking for? the servants ignored them of course, most though Louis was insane anyways. Or is there something else on your mind? using long dromant thief insticts he was able to tell that the panther was distracted by something. Don't tell me you ran into Fiona? You're not cursed or anything are you?
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

Taking the bowl Jasper shrugged his shoulders. Just piecing information together. Though yes, I did run into Fiona, at least I'm fairly certain i did. He drank down some of the stew. She's not bad looking either. And no I'm not cursed, though one might want to ask you the same question, given your past relationship? He waited quietly for an answer from the wolf as he sipped at his stew.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

The wolf froze and looked at the panther strangely as though trying to recall what he was speaking of. I don't remember really, I rember she purred when you played with her breasts or indulged yourself with her body. But other then that nothing. I know she's a feline but the spell it makes it hard to recall much else. So the head chef was indeed hexed as it happened to be. Did you see what she looked like? Was she wearing the full bodied veil, did she mention me? the questions followed after one another in quick sucession before he paused. Not that it matters I have a mate now, I wouldn't go back to her if she begged me. and that was a very obvious lie.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

Jasper smiled as he ate his stew. It wasn't bad for servant's food, and given that he decided it to be prudent not asking what went into it. He listened to the wolf's questions patiently as he thought about how to answer them. I saw what she wanted me to see I suppose. If it was her real face or not i couldn't say. She was trying to pass her self off as a servant by the name of Sasha. Incidentally you were mentioned. At this that same wicked grin that graced his face when he'd first mentioned eliminating the Black Fang once again appeared. All I'll say is this. Be glad you disappeared when you did, else you might be dead now instead of imprisoned. He chuckled lightly at the wolf's bold face lie, and took another drink of the broth in his bowl. Whatever gets you to sleep at night Louis.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

The wolf made and odd growling snuffle as he sat down his ears twitching. I don't remember much about my days as a thief, this place makes you forget things like that. The tower becomes your past, present and future. It wasn't intentional I'm sure but the point remains. But dead? I pride myself on not being easy to kill... Bristling slightly he nodded his head before speaking once more. Sasha eh? I would've never guess she's such a sweet kitten, very soft spoken and willing to help everyone. So Louis had a thing for the magess still, he'd tried to move on but the feline had been like an addiction and he was still having withdrawl symptoms. Back to the statment at hand. What do you mean I'd be dead if I hadn't gotten caught here, my organization was almost invincible...
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

Jasper shrugged his shoulders. What can i say but your group was causing too much trouble for one of the guilds so they hired the best there was to eliminate them, either that or they were trying to get me killed. To be completely honest I'm not sure which. I've made a lot of enemies over the years. Still I got paid well for the job. Finishing the stew, he ran his tongue along the bowl, licking up any remaining scraps of food that were left. Not bad. Have to get the recipe so i can make it once I get out of here.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

You won't get out of here unless you sleep with her. he called as he tossed both the empty bowls into the sink without looking over his shoulder. I can imagine you go paid well, we were 20 strong before I vanished. it seemed he didn't really care that the panther had killed off his men, after all it seemed so long ago. Lucky I wasn't around or you would be dead panther. he warned as the dishes started cleaning themselves. The wolf's tail twitched angrily as he look around at the servants who sat eating, Hurry up there is still work to be done! he growled out making many of them jump. The magess does not approve of fights in her tower or you'd have one on your hands now. If not for the fact I have no problem with them being killed off. The lot was weak for the most part, I'm what held them together.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

The panther shrugged his shoulders as the wolf spoke. True for the most part, one of them put up a decent fight, but the others were like killing ants. Don't suppose that rule against fighting includes sparring does it? Because if it doesn't, well... I'd like to see if I really managed to earn my pay. But enough of that, what's next on the to do list? He stood up stretching his arms. Might as well earn my keep while I'm stuck in this place.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

A large sceduale appeared before the panther with a list of things for him to do. Drawing the magess's bath,weeding her private garden, just about everything that would involve him to come across her at least two or three times. Sure it was a bit to obvious that she wanted to see him, but the magess was never keen on subtlty. She was curious as to how he had been able to tell it was her beneath the disguise. Perhaps he had some kind of magic as well?
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

Jasper blinked looking at the schedule, then rereading it after the initial shock wore off. A wry smirk appeared on his face as he spoke. Subtlety isn't her strong suit, and she certainly doesn't waste any time. Neatly folding and tucking the schedule away for later reference he look,ed about briefly before returning his gaze to Louis. So which way to the lady's abode?
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

Yeah when she wants to take a lover she makes it obvious she's interested in them. Louis commented. Exit this chamber and go straight down a small dirt path. A large house surrounding by void, that is it literarily floats on magic. If she wants you there a small arch will appear when you enter it you'll be in a small pocket universe. The garden is in the back along with the servant's entrance. his tail flicked boredly. It seemed he remembered that much just nothing more about Fiona.
Thread: The Black Tower (Lost One and Nekrosilisk)

Jasper nodded his head, and made his way towards the magess's house. He waited patiently until the gateway separating it from the rest of the world opened and allowed him passage in. Figuring she'd come and fetch him when she was ready for her bath, he turned his attentions to her garden. He moved with a delicate grace amongst the plants removing the weeds quickly, with his strong nimble paws. He could identify most of the plants there, gardening not exactly being something foreign to him. He paused though when he saw a few small violets growing in a neat cluster. He gently ran his fingers under the leaves of one in disbelief. Mother night... how the devil is she getting these to grow here?
Thread: The Scroll of Orcas (D&D 3.5 Based)  Group 1

Character Sheets !-- l --a classpostlink-local href l -- Hangout !-- l --a classpostlink-local href l -- Players in Group 1 RomanticDream Lawless NPC Lynisedel Canvasofwhite Styx Nyoko Welcome to the Metropolis known as Dragoria. The town is huge. Though it is a port town, it is known as the center of the continent, because no matter where anyone is on the continent, they go to Dragoria for their trading and whatnot. You have all heard rumors far and wide about a man who is taking adventurers to go on a quest with him. Not much is known about this man, other than he is a bard, and his name is Sol. It isn't the pay or the man that interests people about this job, as much as it is the quest. It is supposed to be a quest to retrieve a sword that used to belong to the lord over the whole continent they were on... he was a half dragon known as Dragor, and he started off as just a warrior. The day is young, and the sun hasn't quite gotten to the top of the sky, meaning that it is about 9 in the morning. The town's buildings had a bit of a late Gothic style... most of the buildings had pointy arches, and were either a dark shade of black, or a very brilliant white. The roads were made of marble, and the houses were made of black or white bricks.
Thread: The Scroll of Orcas (D&D 3.5 Based)  Group 1

Lynisedel sat up in one of the beds of the inn. She looked around the room to stare at her stuff for a moment. She went through a mental checklist in her mind to make sure none of her things had been stolen and fortunately she had all of her gear as far as she could tell. She rolled off the bed, her feet dangling a moment from the height as she gets off. She slept shirtless for the primary fact it was more convenient. She kept the top of her light leather armor under the bed, sleeping in the rest and her dagger on the nightstand of the room. She slips on the top of her armor and tucks her dagger in a pocket of her slacks concealing it before stepping into the hall and heading for the way downstairs.
Thread: The Scroll of Orcas (D&D 3.5 Based)  Group 1

Yanos had been in the common room long before dawn. He'd taken his trance shortly after dinner and was fully awake before the end of the Witching Hour. So he'd spent the time down stairs watching the coming and going of late night patrons, conversing with whoever wished to. Eventually resorting to staring into the fire and taking notes in is journal, he waited for the sun to rise and life to suffuse the room once again. He took a light breakfast once the kitchen staff had awoken, noting how his purse was in steady decline. He hoped his next job was soon at hand. Taking his place again at a back table, he waited...
Thread: The Scroll of Orcas (D&D 3.5 Based)  Group 1

Ariel had plenty of money for a room if she wanted to have one. However the priestess was so engrossed into the tome in front of her, that she had stayed up all night at the edge of the counter, reading through the text. She sniffled a yawn, as the early light of dawn told her that the new morning has come. She placed her fingers on the side of her head, removing the fine spectacles from her face. The purpose of her glasses was merely a tool for reading, as her eyesight was quite well for a human. Unlike most clerics who spread the words of their divine lord and god to others, Ariel's mission was not for faith, but for knowledge and secrets that in turn, would be used to better herself and educate the faithful with her wisdom. She looked up ahead, seeing the wall behind the counter sprouted with bottles of alcoholic drinks. Somehow, she had survived any sort of ruckus that the night had in the bar, and generously tuned out the loud noises of dishes, the clanking of glasses, and the loud gossip that fluttered around the customers. Now at dawn, there was little to look at, and the tavern keeper was busying cleaning up the messes from yesterday, and preparing for the coming evening. Ariel herself, was in a bit of a standstill with her books however, as they laid clean and used for quite some time. Nowadays, Ariel just needed something to fill those pages. Knowledge, after all, was what she sought.
Thread: The Scroll of Orcas (D&D 3.5 Based)  Group 1

As the morning grew brighter, more and more people started to walk into the tavern and into the common room. A rather strange looking man walked in, calmly. His skin was pale and it looked as though he had been deprived of sleep for a some time. He wore leather chaps, a leatherscale vest, and a leatherscale trench coat. It was all dyed black, but under the scales were read. He had multiple piercings, as well as multiple scars. On his head was a mohawk, and from the bald part of his head all the day down his jawline on both sides of his face he had tattoos going up and down. He sat down in an armchair, his crystal blue eyes scanned the common room, and then he started to play his violin.
Thread: The Scroll of Orcas (D&D 3.5 Based)  Group 1

Lynisedel covered her ears, the sudden piercing noise agitating her. She looked back to see the man creating the noise. While she noticed a few people probably appreciated the music she wasn't all too fond of it, especially first thing in the morning. Although the bar is empty except for maybe one or two people she sits down leaning her head on the counter still clutching her ears. She was bored and the piercing violin just made it worse.
Thread: The Scroll of Orcas (D&D 3.5 Based)  Group 1

21 Will saves to resist his fascination. Muaha