Thread: Underdark Dealings (Esyel & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

She was chanting, working something out, and switching languages to throw him off. Which, to be fair, was working. The only things easily at hand was the snake whip, adn he knew that such would never work against a priestess of Lolth. That ruled it out completely, and he began to wish he'd grabbed tot eh tentacle rod first. That might have been interesting. Not to mention stimulating for her after a fashion. As it was, he felt the vice of magic clamping down on his mind and body, seizing him up. He was stopped, holding stock still a moment. He quivered a moment, fighting the enchantment with all he had. His conscious mind was drifting away, and the inherent madness of his mind began to take over. Still, he kept it in careful check, knowing that if he let go completely, he'd likely end up in a situation that would only end with one of the two people in this room dead. Not something he was prepared to deal with at this point. Still, it was with a shout of mental effort that the pushed aside the bindings, and before he could stop himself, his courtblade was half drawn, his feet sweeping out in a wide stance to allow the full use of the long blade. He finally halted himself, knowing that he was only a hair away from leaping forward as he drew. More than one opponent had died from that attack, and the matron might be a mighty mage, but clad in only her robes, there would be little that would protect her from a swing like that. Barely a dozen heartbeats had passed since the spell had taken hold. He let out a shaky breath, keeping himself in check. As it seems, your earlier invitation was not what it may have seemed. And I imagine we both have better things to be doing than squandering the strength of teh house on one another. He said, his eyes blazing in a mixture of sexual desire and fervour for battle. But it was kept tightly reined in. He pushed his blade fully home, adn swept away, in a long stride, wanting to be free of the room as quickly as possible. Ktonos swept into the house like a silent thunderclap. Pervasive, undeniable, but unheard. He had no idea where he might be going, other than somewhere else. The halls seemed deserted, which was hardly surprising given what he'd been disposing of through the servants. When he had first reached the Matron's chambers, he'd been at a state of desire that had demanded a certain amount of attention. Now though, in his state of heightened need he was all but ready to explode. A servant caught sight of him, and darted away, out of his reach this time. His lips peeled back in a silent snarl, until he set his eyes onto the next person within the halls. Nerisei, a great prize from the surface world, one of the elusive fey folk, a Nymph. She had been a stroke of fortune and luck to have been taken by the house, and instantly claimed as a prize of the raid by the Elderboy of the House. But right at this point, all that she was to Ktonos was a target for his pent up aggression one way or the other. He narrowed his burning gaze on her, adn increased his pace, closing on her rapidly. Only seconds now, and he'd be in a position to release all of this pent up fury...