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Post by Olorae on Jul 19, 2010 23:05:48 GMT -8
"I need a distraction," the Celebrant said softly, leaning back into the dancer's arms. "Something that will take their eyes from my activities long enough to execute one of their loyalists." Olorae looked at the figure across from her. "You have knowledge of their secrets and their machinations, and you have the skill to make it point to them."
It was a risky game, a dangerous plan, but if anyone could make it work, this one could.
"I understand one of the sentries has gone missing along the border while picnicing with his family," she offered. "It would be such a pity if anyone were to learn that their deaths came at the hands of the Council. Kain's madness would truly have had to poison their minds to risk bringing war back to our people."
She caressed the dancer's arm as it slipped around her shoulder protectively.
"Bring me a war."
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Post by Sadori on Jul 22, 2010 10:35:45 GMT -8
The Ambassador, Lady Lucrexia simply beheld the Celebrant and her Dancer for a long moment as she collected her thoughts. A war? Surely she had the resources and connections to do so, in fact, she had an idea of who could be persuaded to do it. Yet,...
"Are you certain this is what you wish to do? It seems...extreme."
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Post by Olorae on Jul 22, 2010 17:23:19 GMT -8
Olorae nodded, smiling simply.
"Yes, I am positive," she said. "There needs to be enough of a distraction to buy me the time that I need."
She leaned back into the dancer, smiling. "I leave it to you to do what need be done. You know these things better than I, so you know the best way."
Her smile faltered for a moment. "This cannot be traced back to me by either side."
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Post by Sadori on Jul 31, 2010 10:12:19 GMT -8
The Ambassador nodded, "Very well then, I shall arrange it. It may take some time to do so. Those I have in mind may be difficult to reach." Lucrexia took a moment, brow furrowed in thought before continuing. "What did you have in mind in terms of payment? Crossing the Tetrarchs will not come cheaply, nor will the level of anonymity you desire."
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Post by Olorae on Jul 31, 2010 10:58:37 GMT -8
Olorae reached beneath her, pulling forth a small envelope. Its contents were simple, nothing more than a slip of parchment, but she suspected it would be enough for the ambassador to convince whomever she had in mind.
"Give them this," she said. "It is redeemable at any of the warehouses that the Lilly has stock with, and should be enough."
She held out the envelope, smiling. She had anticipated the cost, she knew it would place a bit of a strain on Firhi and the Lillies, but it was a necessary expenditure. Besides, it wasn't like the dwarf couldn't make it back within the month. She knew the girl was competent enough to manage.
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Post by Sadori on Jul 31, 2010 13:33:39 GMT -8
She took the envelope and opened it slightly, brows arching at the contents. "I should think that will be sufficient. I will get started on the matter at once. Unless the Celebrant has something more to discuss?".
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Post by Olorae on Jul 31, 2010 13:37:22 GMT -8
Olorae shook her head, leaning back into the dancer's arms. "No, I think that will be all," she said. "Should anything else be needed, please let me know."
She smiled as the Ambassador left, looking back to her wife. "Time for Thifiell to dance for a change."
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The Thorn
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Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.
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Post by The Thorn on Aug 15, 2010 9:16:25 GMT -8
The assassin smiled as she viewed her handiwork by the moonlight. The parchment with the seal of the Tetrarchs had been ridiculously easy to obtain. The Elven Guard had been hyper vigilant, likely due to the recent death of his compadre; thus the initial attack with the dual swords had been somewhat more of a challenge. She had only to wound him with the unfamiliar weapons, but actual melee combat was not in her repertoire. It had taken several minutes to actually get through his defenses to strike a few non fatal blows before she darted around a nearby tree and dropped the dual swords on the ground as she disappeared. The guard had been dumbfounded when he came around the thick tree trunk to find only the discarded swords. True to the nature of his profession, the Guard stepped closer to examine the weapons and the area around him. It was a simple task from there to drop down behind the Guard from the low tree branches and slit his throat.
The Thorn grimaced at the crude nature of the attack and the scene before her. Red blood blackened the pale grass in the cool moonlight. The corpse had been arranged in such a way to make the wounds from the dual swords obvious. This had none of the art of her usual work, but her orders had been to leave no clue that might implicate her. Dropping the torn parchment bearing the seal of the Tetrarch Council, she retrieved the swords and slipped back down to the edge of the lake that bordered the neutral zone and swam back to the Dark Elven lands leaving a clear trail into the swamps before she used the scroll that would bear her home.
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Post by Olorae on Aug 21, 2010 7:26:38 GMT -8
The reports came in fairly quickly. Elves had been murdered, live claimed by dark elven weapons. The Hierarch and the Masters Council had quickly convened, while the Tetrarchs drew their shadows closer about themselves. The Tetrarch Council issued a denial to the Elven rulers, but her ears within the Forest told her that it was coldly received, seen only as a mandated denial of involvement.
The war was still fresh in the minds of many elves, who remembered the loss of their brethren. It was still fresh in the minds of dark elves, who had only recently broken the seal that bound them to the hollow of their mountain. Tensions rose in the western Oren provinces; sentries called insults across the Neutral Zone, scouting parties slipped closer and closer to the boundaries of each people's lands. The reports were coming in almost daily: no further blood had been spilled since the initial attack, but still the elven Nations readied for war.
Throughout it all, the Celebrant sat back in her manor house, surrounded by parchments and maps, and she smiled. This would be exactly what she needed to bring Shilen's first children together again. She knew the stories, she had read the legends: She knew it was a human that had caused her people to splinter and war. She knew it would be a human that brought them together again.
Not even her Dancer knew the extent of her plans; she had not hid the information from her, but she knew that her wife did not have a mind for intrigue or politics. She barely understood the impetus for dispatching the ambassador, but Olorae had reassured her that it was all within Shilen's will. It would not be done otherwise. Devoted as she was, she still operated within the bounds of the Mother's grace.
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