Volus x Serp
Timid pulled himself up onto his horse allowing himself a small sigh. Even though the orders were from the empress herself, still he couldn't believe the mission which he was about to embark upon. He began to wonder if the empress would ever give up on this near pointless endeavor or if he would be stuck coming up with a better plan simply to see her smile again. The only thing he knew for sure was if he ever got the chance he would slit the traitors throat himself, if for no other reason then the misery she has caused the empress. As he left through the gates of the castle towards Cormyral he noticed a beautiful young woman that save for a few scars may have even rivaled his empress. Raymond was escorting her which would normally not be that odd, seeing as he would often partake in the finer pleasures of life, except he was leading her toward the castle. Perhaps he was trying to make the empress jealous again, it rarely works in his favor but that never stopped him before. Still this woman seemed almost pompous, like she felt superior to her fellow kin.
Timid sighed again and continued on his journey, if he was to travel to Cormyral's capital without going crazy he would need to stop focusing on every detail and relax. It would be a long trip with no one but his feathered friends and his own thoughts for company. He was starting to wonder which was scarier.
***
Raymond escorted Sylvia through the streets pointing out statue after statue, most of which were nude of course.
"So whats it like working for those lizard folk?"
Sylvia slowed her steed down as she moved through the city, nostalgia forcing her to look around at the city, looking between the statues that Raymond pointed with brief apprehensive, as well as slight wishfulness, Sylvia turned to her guide.
"The weak are eaten alive. Literally, I mean."
"Well you do look quite delectable yourself. You know, you could always stick around. I'm sure the temples would be happy to take a woman of your...stature. I know I would be sure to pop in from time to time."
Sensing the mans obvious intention, Sylvia couldn't help but laugh, for a moment breaking her trained aloofness. It has been a long time since I've heard something like that She thought.
"Maybe I will, who knows..."
Raymond drew in closer to Sylvia
"Well, I could always give you a taste..."
"You'll, sadly, have to wait though" she said while twirling the wooden container with the diplomatic missive within in her hand "I have things to do". Ah, how she enjoyed playing with peoples hearts, or a certain member, as is more the case here.
"Damn, you're as serious as Timid. You know, it wouldn't hurt to play abit. Hell, since we are off to see Runewind we could always ask her to join us. She is always more...agreeable after a good bedding down."
"So. What is she like, the Empress I mean?" Sylvia said, deciding to change the subject on the spot.
Raymond stopped for a moment with a confused look on his face, not familiar with rejection.
"She is...a child. She may be 42 but she still acts like a teenager. Honestly though, you can't help but to love her...or hate her. There isn't much in between. She has a good heart but her emotions can get the best of her, especially after the recent wars. To be honest I'm surprised you would risk meeting with her...you might want to reconsider my previous offer, you may not get another chance."
Sylvia hesitated to respond, weighing the odds if he was serious or just trying another attempt at getting into her dress. "She does not recognise the protections offered to emissaries?"
"She does...but like I said...her emotions... Well if it comes to it ill try and convince her a sentence of life devoted to Eros in the temples would be better then execution...or at least I can try and get you a less disaggreable death then the feathered freaks."
"Well, why thank you" Sylvia sighed then, her amusement with this strange man running out.
"Don't mention it. It would be a shame to see such a beauty torn apart...again."
Raymond and Sylvia stopped before a set of large and ornate doors.
"The Empress is just ahead. I'll go in first and judge her mood before declaring your arrival. Shall I delay till tomorrow if her mood is sour?"
'If it would sate your need to protect me from... Eros temples... then you may delay our meeting if you wish"
Raymond gave a slight nod and a snicker before vanishing behind the doors, leaving Sylvia alone with her thoughts.
This was it, Sylvia thought. The Supreme Tyrant had been clear, Sylvia was to meet this empress personally and give her this message. Her possible death did not matter, as all was already concluded by the Supreme Tyrants visions that guaranteed her success. Having grown up as a child-hostage within the Dominion had ensured long ago her willingness to do even the suicidal if it meant proving her usefulness, and more importantly, that she was not weak.
As moments passed Raymond returned from behind the doors.
"So bad news, the Empress is in a less then stellar mood. Worse news, she already knows you are here and is expecting you. I recommend not mentioning Cormyral or traitors...or anything about hair..."
And with that the great doors began to open.
"You may enter." Beckoned a voice from the throne.
Hesitantly Sylvia approached the throne with Raymond taking his place by the Empresses side.
Riawin Capital City, Erosia.
Timid pulled himself up onto his horse allowing himself a small sigh. Even though the orders were from the empress herself, still he couldn't believe the mission which he was about to embark upon. He began to wonder if the empress would ever give up on this near pointless endeavor or if he would be stuck coming up with a better plan simply to see her smile again. The only thing he knew for sure was if he ever got the chance he would slit the traitors throat himself, if for no other reason then the misery she has caused the empress. As he left through the gates of the castle towards Cormyral he noticed a beautiful young woman that save for a few scars may have even rivaled his empress. Raymond was escorting her which would normally not be that odd, seeing as he would often partake in the finer pleasures of life, except he was leading her toward the castle. Perhaps he was trying to make the empress jealous again, it rarely works in his favor but that never stopped him before. Still this woman seemed almost pompous, like she felt superior to her fellow kin.
Timid sighed again and continued on his journey, if he was to travel to Cormyral's capital without going crazy he would need to stop focusing on every detail and relax. It would be a long trip with no one but his feathered friends and his own thoughts for company. He was starting to wonder which was scarier.
***
Raymond escorted Sylvia through the streets pointing out statue after statue, most of which were nude of course.
"So whats it like working for those lizard folk?"
Sylvia slowed her steed down as she moved through the city, nostalgia forcing her to look around at the city, looking between the statues that Raymond pointed with brief apprehensive, as well as slight wishfulness, Sylvia turned to her guide.
"The weak are eaten alive. Literally, I mean."
"Well you do look quite delectable yourself. You know, you could always stick around. I'm sure the temples would be happy to take a woman of your...stature. I know I would be sure to pop in from time to time."
Sensing the mans obvious intention, Sylvia couldn't help but laugh, for a moment breaking her trained aloofness. It has been a long time since I've heard something like that She thought.
"Maybe I will, who knows..."
Raymond drew in closer to Sylvia
"Well, I could always give you a taste..."
"You'll, sadly, have to wait though" she said while twirling the wooden container with the diplomatic missive within in her hand "I have things to do". Ah, how she enjoyed playing with peoples hearts, or a certain member, as is more the case here.
"Damn, you're as serious as Timid. You know, it wouldn't hurt to play abit. Hell, since we are off to see Runewind we could always ask her to join us. She is always more...agreeable after a good bedding down."
"So. What is she like, the Empress I mean?" Sylvia said, deciding to change the subject on the spot.
Raymond stopped for a moment with a confused look on his face, not familiar with rejection.
"She is...a child. She may be 42 but she still acts like a teenager. Honestly though, you can't help but to love her...or hate her. There isn't much in between. She has a good heart but her emotions can get the best of her, especially after the recent wars. To be honest I'm surprised you would risk meeting with her...you might want to reconsider my previous offer, you may not get another chance."
Sylvia hesitated to respond, weighing the odds if he was serious or just trying another attempt at getting into her dress. "She does not recognise the protections offered to emissaries?"
"She does...but like I said...her emotions... Well if it comes to it ill try and convince her a sentence of life devoted to Eros in the temples would be better then execution...or at least I can try and get you a less disaggreable death then the feathered freaks."
"Well, why thank you" Sylvia sighed then, her amusement with this strange man running out.
"Don't mention it. It would be a shame to see such a beauty torn apart...again."
Raymond and Sylvia stopped before a set of large and ornate doors.
"The Empress is just ahead. I'll go in first and judge her mood before declaring your arrival. Shall I delay till tomorrow if her mood is sour?"
'If it would sate your need to protect me from... Eros temples... then you may delay our meeting if you wish"
Raymond gave a slight nod and a snicker before vanishing behind the doors, leaving Sylvia alone with her thoughts.
This was it, Sylvia thought. The Supreme Tyrant had been clear, Sylvia was to meet this empress personally and give her this message. Her possible death did not matter, as all was already concluded by the Supreme Tyrants visions that guaranteed her success. Having grown up as a child-hostage within the Dominion had ensured long ago her willingness to do even the suicidal if it meant proving her usefulness, and more importantly, that she was not weak.
As moments passed Raymond returned from behind the doors.
"So bad news, the Empress is in a less then stellar mood. Worse news, she already knows you are here and is expecting you. I recommend not mentioning Cormyral or traitors...or anything about hair..."
And with that the great doors began to open.
"You may enter." Beckoned a voice from the throne.
Hesitantly Sylvia approached the throne with Raymond taking his place by the Empresses side.