Solo Appointments Kept

Anna returns to the Dungeons to hold her end of a bargain.

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An undead citadel created before the cataclysm, Sahova is devoted to all kinds of magical research. The living may visit the island, if they are willing to obey its rules. [Lore]

Appointments Kept

Postby Annalisa Marin on January 6th, 2014, 3:17 am

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12th of Winter, 513 AV

The moans filled the air about her, grey eyes gazing around with slight disdain as she watched the prisoners stew in their misery. The Sorceress wondered if she might end up here should she step out of line, or if her allegiances should be found out by an enemy. Probably not, most likely the destruction she could bring would outweigh any information she might possess. There were advantages to being a powerful reimancer, a likely death in the event of her stepping out of line was only one of them.

The Sorceress held a plate in her hand, upon it a somewhat substantial meal of some form of fish. She was here on business after all, in more than one regard and she was actually looking forward to it to some degree. It had been a while since she had last done something like this, part of her wondered if it would be same as before. It had felt good before but was that only because it had been new?

The tall woman navigated her way to a solitary cell, peering in and finding herself pleased that her appointment would not be spoiled by the subject of it being dead. A rather underfed and dirty looking young human woman peered up at her, eyes glittering in recognition. The dark haired woman raised an eyebrow and approached a little closer. She did have promise to keep up today.

She had promised the prisoner food and water for helping in a little experiment of hers. The woman had assisted so here she stood, food in hand and a full waterskin at her side. Word was law here on Sahova, even that of an Apprentice to a prisoner and to break it was a rather poor idea when all things were considered. She smiled reassuringly at the woman and held up her offering.

"I didn't think you would actually come back." The woman said, eyeing the food hungrily.

Anna smiled and simply passed it through the bars, the prisoner all but scrambling over herself and inhaling the food. The Sorceress was slightly amused by this sight, so weak, so broken by the island in the worst ways. Not like Anna, no, she had been broken in a different way but one that made her stronger rather than weaker. It had reforged her faith in He who she loved above all else and made her feel closer to him than ever before.


"I know most wizards are rather cruel, but honestly its like everyone is always expecting the worst of me simply because I have ring around my finger. It gets a little old to be honest, the who mad wizard expectation." Anna said sardonically, which earned an amused snort from the prisoner as she ate.

It hardly took her long to finish the meal and when she did Anna offered her waterskin, which she took and started taking long and greedy gulps from the container. The tall woman waited for a little while, the woman wiping her chin of stray droplets and licking them from her fingers. Her breathing was a little heavy from not having taken a breath through the drink.

The woman handed the container back to Anna through the bars, giving her a mix of a look of gratitude and suspicion. This only earned another enigmatic smile from the tall woman as she replaced the waterskin at her side. She was mistrustful, it was to be expected at the moment though Anna had a way to work her way up to where she needed to be. It was time to begin the dance.

"Why did you bother with me?" She asked, daring to lean against the bars with grubby fingers gripping the metal objects.


"There is that mistrust again. There is an old saying involves gift horses and looking them in the mouth, its considered unwise, my dear. If you need a reason, how about its that I owed you one? To indulge in the vernacular." Anna said, a wry grin on her face as she articulated her words.

The woman raised and eyebrow and Anna responded by sitting down in front of the cell. She carefully followed suit, obviously still a little jaded about the whole affair. The Sorceress didn't really blame her, such was the nature of Sahova to have mistrust as a natural response.


"Actually, if you must know, I do have an ulterior motive. I'd like to talk to someone and figure you aren't exactly busy so here I am." Anna said.

"Talk? About what? I don't even know your name."


"My name is Velia, and as for what to talk about I leave that up to you." The tall woman lied smoothly.
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Postby Annalisa Marin on January 6th, 2014, 4:00 am

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The woman seemed a bit taken aback by that statement, a choice being given was probably not something she was used to receiving in this place. Anna simply smiled reassuringly and waited patiently for her to find her voice and a subject to settle on, as well as reorient her mind to the situation. When she finally did start speaking her expression was carefully guarded, her tone a little hushed as though expecting her to be somehow recording what she was saying.

"Well, I am Qura of Sunberth. Where are you from?" She started hesitantly.


"Qura. Quuuraa. A pretty name for a pretty girl. I hail from Ravok, far to the north west." Anna lied once more, the fabrication having already been rehearsed before she had even come to the woman. She rolled the woman's name on her tongue, like she was tasting its quality and flavor.

The woman blushed a little from the light drop of her flirt, drawing another wry grin from Anna. So far things were going just as she had hoped, however she needed to keep her talking for a little longer. Anna's grey eyes were focused on her and filled with a certain enigmatic gleam to them, a strange an almost drawing light.

"I don't know about that, miss Velia, I'm rather thin a dirty. I do know that I miss home something fierce, my husband probably doesn't even know what happened to me. I guess I'll probably never see it again, or him." She said, her voice trailing off as tears started to fill her eyes.

Anna gave her a sympathetic look, reaching forward through the bars and wiping a tear that trailed down her cheek. The woman gripped her hand and Anna allowed the action, indulgently remaining as she was. Such a poor thing, dealt a cruel hand by fate and forced into a darker fate than many could imagine. To be torn from the arms of loved ones and forced into such an inhumane place was simply brutal, nightmarish one might say. Anna could genuinely sympathize, considering what haunted her steps every single moment.

"Th-thank you miss. You are the first one here that hasn't just treated me like dirt. Its just- its not fair! I had a life, a family!" She sobbed.

The tall woman made few gentle shushing sounds, her grey eyes flicking down the hall just to make certain that no one was watching. Just two members of the living taking a brief spell away from the island itself. Truly her condition was rather heart wrenching and plucked at the heartstrings in the right ways. The Sorceress imply sat there for the longest time, allowing the woman to hold her hand.

"I'm sorry, you wanted to talk. Not listen to me blubber miss Velia." She said as she slowly recovered.


"I also recall saying we could talk about whatever you wanted to my dear, please continue. I'm here for you and I am certainly listening to you." Anna said, giving Qura a bit of validation from her words. She wasn't like the others after all, she cared about what the girl had to say and wanted to listen.

Really, people enjoyed talking about themselves and all it took was reassurances and sympathy to get them to start to open up. People were predictable creatures, sure some things were different but the similarities outweighed the differences. So Anna did as she did best, lie and talk to keep another talking for her and filling the space between the pair with her life. This wasn't just for Qura's benefit, Anna wanted to view the woman her own person with hopes and dreams and love of her own. She wanted to feel for her and so far it was working.

"Its funny, come a ways from waiting tables back home. I complained it was boring constantly, ha! Gods what I'd like to slap me back then, you know? I've gotten my excitement alright." Qura said, chuckling a little uneasily and Anna joined her.
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Postby Annalisa Marin on January 6th, 2014, 5:40 am

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Anna simply smiled indulgently as Qura finished the story of when she'd met her husband, a rather heartwarming affair made bitter by how the story would end ultimately. Horace was his name, once the prisoner had gotten to talking one would be hard pressed to stop her as the Sorceress had listened for the past bell about her life back in Sunberth. I sounded like a rather distasteful place for someone like Anna, being that she was a wizard. It was really rather surprising that Qura, who shared the distaste of wizards, had warmed up to Anna so quickly. Then again after spending so long alone and waiting for a horrible end any kind of human contact likely was welcome.

The Sorceress leaned forward, her expression becoming a little more serious as she looked up and down the halls. Empty, good, that would make this much better for her and Qura. The prisoner stopped talking and regarded Anna seriously, noting the change in the other woman's demeanor. She was good at picking up basic signals at the very least, which pleased the woman to a certain degree. When Anna spoke next her tone was hushed.


"Qura... what if I told you a ship is going to be departing for Sunberth tomorrow and you could very well be on?" Anna said conspiratorially.

The woman looked taken aback, unprepared for that exiting Anna's mouth and looked around suspiciously. There was a glimmer of something behind her eyes at those words, uncertainty but a dull flicker of hope perhaps. It was just the thing the tall woman had been looking for, that she was this woman's hope for freedom and life. That she held the high hand here and the ability to allow her to live.

"Won't you get in trouble though?" She asked, wary of trusting this hope that was so foreign by this point.

Anna grinned knowingly and tapped her bronze ring, the symbol of two crossing needles upon it. It marked her as belonging to Amaryllis and holding the rank of Apprentice to her name. She thus walked with a measure of her words and influence, making her a bit of a cut above the rank and file Apprentices. It rather felt good to have freedom that others lacked.


"Hardly, they won't even see us go anywhere. I possess a magic that will allow us to simply leave the Citadel in an instant and appear right outside. From there you'd be on your own." Anna said, another lie that slipped from her lips so easily and was consumed like honey by the creature sitting before her.

The hope burned brighter, cutting through the despair as she looked a bit more strong and resolute. A chance had been offered to her, it was more than she'd had a moment ago so it was only natural she'd take it. A chance to see her family again, to be in the arms of the man whom loved her most in this world. Hope could do so many wonderful things to a person, such as make them stronger and ignite the desires long extinguished.

She nodded and stood, Qura following suit and Anna slipped an arm through the bars. The woman regarded her quizzically but Anna simply looked around nervously and beckoned for the girl to let her wrap her arm around her. The dirty woman did so and unnecessarily repeated the motion around Anna. There it was then, a small gesture of trust given to her. It was what she had been waiting for.

"Okay I'm ready. Will- will this hurt?" She inquired nervously as she had her face pressed up against the bars with tears squeezing out. Tears of joy rather than sadness.

Anna responded with that same kind hearted smile though it was hidden from the woman's eyes.


"Not one bit, my dear. I won't see you come to harm." Anna said, the final time she would lie to this prisoner.

Unlike with Velia there was no hesitation, but the adrenaline rush that came with the next part remained and actually increased. Qura grunted and her arms jerked, her sobs stopping in her throat in a muted choking noise. She looked down to see a gleaming shard of metal imbedded in her heart, a dagger held by the woman she knew as Velia.

Anna felt the warm blood washing out from the wound as the crimson liquid spilled down her dagger and onto her fingers. Her smile was still rather friendly, but possessed a darker shadow to it as it gazed down in the disbelieving face of her victim. There was the look, oh by Rhysol it looked so good and sent a thrill of almost pleasure down Anna's spine as she gazed into the woman's eyes. Betrayal. Broken trust and shattered hopes, the salvation becoming the end itself. It had been far too long since last the rush had settled upon her. The woman only managed a wet whimper as Anna leaned in closer and whispered into her ear.


"You are the second now to fall to me like this, to know and exist in this most holy of moments. Take heart that the death of someone as weak and pathetic and worthless like yourself means more now than it ever did. Praise be to Rhysol, God of Gods." Anna said, her smirk much more cruel now as she twisted the blade.

Blood spurted from the woman's mouth and she clung to life for half a chime more before that look of betrayal was permanently etched on her face and her body went limp. The Sorceress let the corpse fall from her blade standing back from the bars, a look approaching jubilation upon her face. The words of her lord echoed in her mind, spoken to her those nights ago nearly a year past.

“Oh, but you have worshiped me and quite loudly. I can see it in you that you enjoyed what you did on some level. It was thrilling and exciting, admit it.”

He had been so right, the adrenaline was still flowing through her veins and her heart was thundering in her ears. Gods she felt not insane, but completely and utterly alive and fulfilled beyond all reason. She looked down at the hand that still held the dagger, blood dripping from it and onto the floor. It had felt so good to gain trust and hold hope in her hands, only to snatch it away in an act of pure devotion to her master. It was revitalizing, it filled her with life she had thought stolen from her by this land of foul undeath.

Anna composed herself somewhat and gazed upon her handiwork, wiping the blade upon her cloak absentmindedly. Now... to get rid of any evidence that the deed had taken place, to cover her tracks as she had done before. She doubted many would look too deeply into this, but all the same it was best to be careful.

The Sorceress reached deep within herself, moving her Djed to the bottoms of her feet and willing it outwards. Translucent purple liquid formed on the ground and snaked out towards the corpse, seeping into the ground beneath it easily. Anna willed it to transmute the earth directly into air, creating a small pit to contain the corpse. The act of casting only further effected the euphoria and sheer feeling of being alive, gods it felt sooo petching good even though she knew she should be disgusted by this.

Anna drew more liquid res, moving it over the body and the new hole as she clenched a fist to signal a transmutation and seal the evidence into a stone coffin. Her grey eyes were ablaze with desire and erotic pleasure in both regards as the Djed was drained from her. She felt closer to her lord for this action, as it should have been.

With a smirk on her face and her dagger being placed back into her boot she left the Dungeons, her dark and heartless deeds done for today. It was simply another act of prayer for the Chaon, a new one that she rather felt like she would enjoy exploring.
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Appointments Kept

Postby Strange on January 20th, 2014, 9:56 pm

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Skill Name Experience
Weapon: Dagger 1 XP
Rhetoric 2 XP
Socialisation 2 XP
Subterfuge 2 XP
Persuasion 1 XP


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Qura: Bar Wench from Sunberth Turned Slave of Sahova
Qura: Sacrifice to Rhysol
Horace: Qura's Husband
Rhysol: The Thrill of Betrayal

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This was a pretty dark one. Then again Anna is a pretty dark character anyway. If I could give you Chaon points I surely would. Well you'll definitely be able to use this thread as one of your ten proofs for your next Rhysol mark. How fitting it is she gets her first point in the dagger from plunging it into the chest of someone who trusted her. Start as you mean to go on, ay?

I have awarded your grade to the best of my ability. Of course I'm not infallible so if you have any comments or queries about your grade feel free to PM me.

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