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Lucretia meets Yndira while trying to meditate.

Atop a stony plateau overlooking the lands of central Idalos, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from the rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence; firm in its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the many factions set aside their conflicting agendas and see this through?

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Lucretia Meadows
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Tue May 15, 2018 12:23 am

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Lucretia had time to contemplate as she took a deep breath in and exhaled in a fluid and relaxing state of calm as she sat down on a rather large rocky stone that managed to protrude out of the dirt. She was outside the city walls once again, trying to get away from the commotion of city living.

And there she rested for a time, taking it easy and drinking it all in. The birds the sounds of the trees rustling all in an effort however vain to meditate and self reflect about her situation.

Lucretia needed to get the truly nasty feelings and ideas her fears and inhibitions that were buried in a shallow grave of her subconscious. What skeletons she hid in the closet were being aired out within herself. As the young sorceress found herself trying to waylay through the turbulent maelstrom of her mind most of which negative in nature but she steadied her nerves to address them internally, as breaks went by she began organizing these twisted thoughts of immorality and wickedness structuring the entropy of her selfish cruelty.

As time progressed and passed her by, some of those thoughts and concerns conceded to other more pressing matters; priorities. Until one emerged from the primordial goop of her mindscape. The Sorceress's greatest challenge would be keeping herself alive, she was afterall but a fledgling aberration mage blossoming into a beautiful little monster. She knew her magic disciplines were vile, but they were also empowering in a way few would ever dare to dream.

She was patient and unsettling with a mixture of discliplind calm trying to be clairvoyant as she was truly trying to delve into her personal life as she strategised a way to navigate the obstacle before it became an issue; where she lived she was shitting where she slept if she continued hunting for victims in the Etzori back alleys. Lucretia needed to evolve and fast before her thirst got her killed, as the was painfully aware of her situation. It was a small foreboding tolkien shed gleaned from attempting to achieve a precious moment of clarity.

Voila her Harvester however was nowhere to be seen, but was always close at hand.


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Wed May 16, 2018 2:31 am

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Careful contemplation and consideration went into the decision to journey beyond the city walls.

And by that, it was meant the quick disposal of a body and impending discovery had been considered. Yndira’s self control had never been a great marvel; she supposed it never would be. Not when at present she had to drag the body of a lanky almost-man that had been unfortunate enough to approach the Naer at the height of her hunger. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen arcs, but perhaps he would serve as a lesson to his friends. What that lesson was escaped her at the time, and it likely had something to do with the burn in her limbs as she hauled the body out to a spot that looked fit enough to leave it. The plan was to finish her meal out here, or at least what wasn’t covered in filth and have the rest be picked clean by animals.

When in doubt, it was always wise to leave the clean up to the wildlife, she’d come to learn. Stopping to stretch, she thought she’d heard a gurgle escape the corpse; which would be impossible with his chest cavity caved in and the mostly eaten mess that was once his internal organs. Her fingers were sticky with blood, which she wiped off on the boy’s trousers before looking around her. The splatter of crimson dotting her cheeks from the spray of his opened throat was soon wiped off on the back of her hand, a grimace on her lips as she further dirtied herself. She’d need Nadine to get her new clothes with the nel they still had.

The Naer had to say it was a good thing she’d made no definite decision to stay in Etzos until now. But if it had meant such easy picking - and disposal - it would be worth it to stay a while. Among other things, at least. Licking her lips, she blinked and squinted at the landscape around her, crouching low to stay relatively hidden.
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Wed May 16, 2018 8:37 pm

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It seemed as if Viola had stumbled across something interesting taking place in the forest while her compatriot had decided to take a nap or something. The familiar didn't exactly understand the mechanisms of this plane of existence outside of the emean dream scape from whence it came.

It was intelligent enough but it simply didn't have much of a clue as to what it was doing in the moment as it followed interesting sounds, until it happened upon something of note. A dead body, it knew that Lucretia re animated corpses but the shadowy creatures only real concern was how to manipulate the situation to gain something from it; Ether to be precise.

It was quick to inform Lucretia whom was nearby, as it communicated its find to it's master through telepathy. The only reason Lucretia hadn't noticed before was the trees and the sounds of wildlife that masked the unknown persons rustling of a dead body.

Her Harvester materialised before the stranger just out of arms reach, Voila took the appearance of Lucretia devoid of detail except an outline of her form filled with pitch black. Almost Naerik in appearance a key difference is she was kissed by the sun's rays that broke from the foliage of the trees basking in the sunshine in a way a Naerik could not in there truest form.

It's body language seemed more curious then threatening about the golden eyed woman witth dried blood on her form. But factually it simply wanted a reward for its find

And from a distance there was the distinct sound of sticks and foliage crunching beneath untrained feet, as the otherwise careful and meticulous Sorceress came fumbling in like a damn barbarian. There was nothing quiet or subtle in her approach, as Lucretia made her way forward from the rock as shed been interrupted from attempted meditation.

Well, well...

Hope I'm not interrupting anything.
There was some sarcasm there with notes of ah ha I got you. As she literally had caught this woman red handed in murder, although she was unclear of what happened or her motives shed make an ass out of herself by being presumptuous in her assumptions.

Jilted lover huh, you can leave that corpse behind. Secrets safe with me, lovely.



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Mon Jun 18, 2018 1:26 am

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Wasn't there something about curiosity and people minding their Immortals' damned business? Yndira had to wonder if that applied in this city or if it was something she had learned to be regional. First it was the shadow - it couldn't have been a Naer. She had plenty experience of what light could do to one of her sisters in that form; her mother had been proof of it. So, she had assumed it was a shadow and just that. A much less pretty apparition of light blocked, but by what, the Naer did not know.

And then there was the actual woman stampeding through the brush towards her. The dark haired woman's immediate reaction was to bare teeth and claws, drawing up to full height. Not much to it, but perhaps the sight of elongated nails that could gouge out eyes with little problem would be enough of a threat to get whoever this woman was to back off. And - of course - another person who spoke a language she had no real interest in. Would it be possible to rid Idalos of busybodies? That would be an interesting feat that Yndira wouldn't mind partaking in.

"Want with boy? What do with body?" No, she had interest in knowing how this body was disposed of. What she did have an interest in was not being ratted out to Etzori authorities the moment she left this body. She remained on the defensive, though; arms crossed and head tilted back as if to appraise the woman. The only need for that would be if she had to dispose of a second body when this was all done.
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