Grayell held the door for her and then exited and into the town.
(And another thread.)
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Dogrin, the sniveling slave trader had been confined to something of a storage closet in the absence of a proper jail. He has been apprehended by Grayell and the newcomer to both town and the guard, Margrett Mikael. He would await a court hearing, a hearing that likely would not go in his favor.
He had pawed at the walls and door to no avail, he was not a man of any strength or talent with locks and had since resigned himself to an uncomfortable night in his 'cell'. What little light entered this room came under the door. It was unsettling to feel so confined, so alone - something his human wares would have known all to well. Laying on his side in a fetal position, his hands were holding his shirt, his knees pulled in, his eyes staring at that light.
And that light suddenly dimmed - then was extinguished.
"Who... who's there?"
There was no answer. There was a response however, a sinister answer in the form of a jet black mist that slowly rolled under the door.
"No.... no not now. I told them nothing."
The mist billowed into the room now, seeping both under the door and through the cracks, swirling and writhing until it built upward and then solidified into the form of a woman. A woman familiar to those who apprehended Dogrin but an hour or two earlier.
"Mistress, I told them nothing! I swear it!"
Ae'londra [M:0:0:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=544&page=1#19019][b]"Kiss me you fool."[/b]
Ae'londra was no longer dressed in scraps and covered in grime. Her ruse had worked and worked well, a shame she couldn't see the larger one die though. But the girl... a shade girl nonetheless - well that had her quite curious. Still she hated loose ends, weak, sniveling loose ends such as Dogrin.
Oh I know welp. And I can assure you that you won't.
Now tell me my dear worm, the large man; Grayell - is he not the one who brought our auctions to and end?
Dogrin was already bowed before her, his hands on her feet and ankles. A truly pathetic gesture of entire subservience.
"Yes mistress, he is the one! He has joined this council of theirs and intends to see an end to slavery in Wistvale. If only I'd had more time, he would no longer be a problem! Please, see it fit to give me one more chance...."
Tears ran from Dogrin's face now, it seemed this woman held quite a sway over him.
Ae'londra shoved back at Dorgin with her leg. The motion was quite subtle but regardless, he was forced back and hit the wall hard. Her heel crushed upon his chest and she stared down upon him with malicious eyes.
You were warned not to fail me Dogrin. Warned too many times and now it seems you've cost me quite a percentage of my lucrative business. There is only one solution for people who fail me mealworm.
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Ae'londra stepped back and folded her arms. She turned from him, stared at the door.
Yes, it has been many years. Many years indeed to almost see my wishes fulfilled, long hard years Dogrin and no one in my employ dares to fail me.
She turns her head, looking toward him out the corner of her eye.
But, you have done well prior to this incident. With THAT being the case, I suppose I should reward you. As a favor of course.... between friends.
The grin that accompanied that last word conveyed that she meant anything but. Her voice was quick to adopt a cold, pervasive tone that held no comfort whatsoever. She spun, stepped to Dogrin and then crouched beside him. Her movements were as graceful as her features and her hands moved with purpose, cradling his chubby face between her fingers.
She stretched as if floating, a horrendous dream that rode on a wave but her beauty had him ensnared. Of course he had heard the tales, but like so many others; he was hopeless to resist. Ae'londra brought her lips to his and closed her eyes with a soft mew - and for the briefest moment Dogrin knew bliss.
His voice was stifled as he protested. She pulled away from him slowly, shadows writing and winding over her shoulders and up her neck, but a solid trail of said darkness left her mouth and trailed to his. Her hand snatched it from her mouth and she yanked, pulled hard enough that he rocked forward. He could not scream as he gagged on the shadow until finally she slid all 6 feet of it from his throat and gut.
He gasped for air as she stood once more, the long tendril of nightmare in her hand. It changed, found a shape and then coiled about her arm, opened soulless eyes and hissed it's black teeth.
I give you freedom Dogrin. You won't suffer the fate of so many....
The snake on her arm lashed out and snapped onto his neck, pumping her dark magics into his blood. His veins bulged, writhed and filled with the poison, a spider webbing of dark ink showing through his skin. He convulsed, foaming at the mouth but all too soon it was over.
The lifeless body of Dogrin would likely be found in the morning - the door still locked and not a single trace of her visit. She slid back through the door and flitted from shadow to shadow, skipping through the night with alarming speed and leaving Wistvale far behind. For now.