Khiandra and Sirican

[Raargant]

[Despair](Member) Khiandra: 'Are you quite busy at the moment?'

[Despair](Trusted) Sirican: 'I am not.'

[Despair](Trusted) Sirican: 'Why do you ask?'

[Despair](Member) Khiandra: 'I wish to speak.'

[Despair](Member) Khiandra: 'With you, that is, love.'

Sirican tells you 'Very well.'

Sirican tells you 'Where would you like to meet?'

[Despair](Veteran) Konoshk: 'Im not sure the count speaks with prostitutes.'

[Despair](Trusted) Sirican: 'On the contrary, I enjoy it.'

[Despair](Trusted) Sirican: 'Though, perhaps not as much as Martineius.'

[Despair](Member) Khiandra: 'You had best watch your tongue, failure. You might lose it.'

[Despair](Veteran) Konoshk: 'Gain some power first then. I recall you rejecting my last challenge.'

You tell Sirican 'I will leave that up to you, since it is your convenience I seek to appease.'

Sirican tells you 'We shall meet in the Underdark then, I rather like that place.'

[Despair](Member) Khiandra: 'Rejecting? More like ignoring, since I do not deal in folly as you do.'

[Despair](Member) Khiandra: 'Hence why I still am awaiting judgement for Father's blessing, whereas it has already been passed on you.'

[Despair](Veteran) Konoshk: 'It would be bizarre to see a blessed creature take over a body of an impure soul.'

Sirican tells you 'Do you know where the gargoyle lies?'

You tell Sirican 'Not offhand. Come north, to the springs.'

[Despair](Veteran) Konoshk: 'Although I would not be surprised to see it happen - afterall it would be a perverted act.'

The sky darkens as a swarm of bats swoop in and converges into the form of Sirican.

[Despair](Member) Khiandra: 'Speak no more, fool. Your words are of no import, and they will only cause you trouble.'

You nod.

Sirican nods.

Khiandra purrs seductively, 'Hello, darling.'

Sirican nods at you in agreement.

Sirican says 'Hello.'

Sirican pulls back his hood, revealing a pale complexion and attractive features.

Khiandra gracefully seats herself on the floor, then motions for you to join her.

Sirican says 'So what is it you'd like to speak with me about?'

Khiandra giggles, and says absently, 'Take a seat, dear.'

Someone nods.

Someone says 'Actually.. If you would excuise me for just a moment.'

You nod.

The sky darkens as a swarm of bats swoop in and converges into the form of Sirican.

Khiandra nods slightly, and again reclines, relaxing against one of the cool walls.

Khiandra speaks softly, 'Surely you will join me? There is much solace to be found in simple comfort.'

Sirican leans against the wall nearby, looking you in the eyes.

Khiandra giggles softly, 'Well, it's a start.'

Sirican smirks.

Sirican says 'Would you like some?'

Khiandra smirks slightly, 'I've had my fill, love.'

Sirican nods at you in agreement.

Sirican says 'So what can I do for you?'

Khiandra smiles at you, and dips her hand in the spring, brushing her arm against your leg in the process.

Sirican looks down at you and gives a faint smile.

Khiandra purrs softly, 'I have heard much of you... Sirican, is it?'

Sirican says 'Oh, good things I hope?'

Khiandra chuckles wryly, 'Some good, some bad. There are those who would call you... mmm, weak. However by your appearance I would never guess it.' She accompanies this statement with a comforting pat on your arm.

Sirican says 'Hrm, who has said that?'

Khiandra casually points out, speaking as if she hasn't heard you, 'There is room enough on this floor for two, dear.'

Sirican shrugs his shoulders and joins you, placing his hand in the spring.

emote beams a smile at you and says in an almost motherly tone, "Much better."

Khiandra beams a smile at you and says in an almost motherly tone, 'Much better.'

Sirican says 'I used to love a hot bath.'

Sirican smiles darkly for a moment revealing two fangs.

Khiandra moves toward you, taking your hand in hers as she continues, 'We have much to discuss. Much planning to do. However, for now we shall content ourselves with idle chatter, yes?'

Sirican nods at you in agreement.

Sirican says 'That would be fine'

Sirican looks directly into your eyes for a moment then back to the spring.

Khiandra giggles softly, 'There are many fools in this world. I am glad to see you are not one of them, to content yourself with small talk, instead of focusing incessantly on one subject.'

Sirican says 'There is a time for everything'

Sirican nods at you in agreement.

Khiandra points out non-chalantly, 'For example, how little you pressed the unpleasantness of people speaking about you in a poor manner.'

Khiandra inclines her head in agreement, 'So there is.'

Sirican looks away from the spring and back to you.

Sirican says 'Yes yes.. I was mostly asking to know who I should give a little attention.'

Sirican winks suggestively at you.

Khiandra smiles knowingly, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Khiandra releases your hand, and trails her arm up yours, running her long, polished nails over your arm in an arbitrary circular pattern.

Sirican watches your hand as it trails around.

Sirican says 'Hrmm.'

Sirican says 'How odd..'

Khiandra arches an eyebrow and says, 'What's that?'

Sirican looks away for a second then back to your eyes.

Sirican says 'You spoke of the Dark Lord?'

Sirican says 'Earlier, with the other cleric.'

Khiandra mutters quietly to herself, then returns her attention to you, 'Yes, yes. He is a fool. Claims to follow Father, and yet when he was deemed unfit for the blessing he sought, he placed the blame in Father's hands.'

Sirican smiles faintly.

Sirican says 'Yes, some cannot handle rejection.'

Khiandra giggles softly, seeming to regain some of her cheerful disposition.

Sirican says 'You will likely not see much of him anymore.'

Khiandra says with a wry grin, 'We can hope not, love.'

Sirican chuckles politely.

Sirican says 'A bit dark of you.'

Sirican says 'Though I can see why.'

Sirican peers at you intently.

Sirican says 'He is..'

Sirican says 'Somewhat rude.'

Khiandra nods slightly, 'Yes, indeed he is. Fails to give respect where it is due.'

Sirican shrugs helplessly.

Sirican says 'Some will never learn.'

Sirican says 'Though he is gone now we will forget about him just as everyone else already has.'

You nod.

Sirican stands up.

Sirican walks around the spring, looking at the walls as he paces.

Khiandra frowns slightly, then asks, 'Something wrong, precious?'

Sirican shakes his head.

Sirican says 'No, just..'

Sirican says 'I am not used to sitting often.'

Sirican says 'I do prefer to stand most of the time.'

Khiandra smiles and nods, 'I have grown used to the luxury of not being on my feet all day.'

Sirican nods at you in agreement.

Sirican says 'Something I should perhaps try some time.'

Sirican says 'Ah, if you would excuise me for a moment.'

You nod.

Someone nods at you in agreement.

Someone says 'Thank you for waiting.'

Khiandra asks casually, 'What is it you seek in life, love?'

Sirican says 'In life..'

Sirican smirks at your saying.

Khiandra giggles softly.

Sirican says 'I serve the Dark Lord.'

Khiandra purrs seductively, 'Feel free to... mmm, drink up.'

Sirican grins evilly.

You shrug.

Sirican drains the blood from the corpse of a nymph.

Sirican says 'My whole purpose.'

Sirican says 'My only purpose.'

Sirican says 'Is to serve him.'

Khiandra nods, giggling softly, 'I know the feeling, darling.'

Sirican nods.

Sirican says 'Yes, well..'

Sirican says 'Some of us do not.'

Sirican grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Khiandra stands up beside you, and takes your arm in hers, looking quietly at her reflection in the spring.

Khiandra says as if to herself, 'This face. This is his face. This body, is his body. I am him, and he is me. We are... mmm, one.'

Khiandra continues softly, 'Wrought from the power of the Rift, he made me to serve him.'

Sirican smirks at your saying.

Sirican says 'Yes, he has that effect on women.'

Khiandra laughs quietly, 'Mmm... yes, well, he has taken his charms and given them to me. Men have fallen at my feet, and will continue to do so, I should expect. However, there are times I wish it were not so.'

Khiandra purrs softly, 'Not to say that I wish I didn't serve him. But rather that men respected me, or at least feared me, and did not just consider me as a piece of meat.'

Sirican looks at your face for a moment while he speaks.

Sirican says '..Yes some find beauty a curse.'

Khiandra runs her hand up and down your arm, 'A blessing and curse both, yes.'

Sirican looks back into the spring, staring blankly.

Sirican says 'Men will have to learn to fear you.'

Sirican bites his lip contemplatively.

Sirican says 'A moment'

You nod.

The sky darkens as a swarm of bats swoop in and converges into the form of Sirican.

Sirican nods at you in agreement.

Sirican says 'Sorry about that.'

You nod.

Sirican says 'Though I spotted a few lurkers.'

Khiandra arches one eyebrow, 'Lurkers, dear?'

Sirican says 'Yes, a bard and a ninja.'

Sirican says 'Those tend to try and creep up on me.'

Sirican chuckles darkly and you notice his fangs for a moment.

Khiandra giggles softly, 'A minstrel and an assassin? Not a party I'd expect you to have trouble with, love.'

Sirican nods.

Sirican says 'No, though I still rather hate being snuck up on.'

Sirican says 'Ninjas tend to attack me these days.'

Sirican shrugs helplessly.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Sirican says 'Odd I thought.'

You nod in enthusiastic agreement with Sirican.

Sirican smirks.

Sirican says 'I've had to sacrifice many daggers of divinity as of late.'

Khiandra bursts out laughing, sides shaking as she chuckles richly.

Khiandra frowns slightly, 'I am a tad concerned at your state of dress, love.'

Khiandra says softly, 'Oh, it is nothing.'

Khiandra giggles slightly, and resumes her ministrations on your arm.

Sirican says 'Perhaps I should visit a few ninjas after we part.'

Sirican says 'They tend to have a few nice things.'

Sirican chuckles politely.

You snicker softly.

Khiandra chuckles wryly, 'A friend of yours?'

Sirican shakes his head.

Sirican says 'No.'

Khiandra inclines her head, 'An enemy then?'

Sirican looks directly into your eyes and his own blaze with a silent fury.

Sirican says 'Yes.'

You nod.

Sirican says 'I will return in a moment'

The sky darkens as a swarm of bats swoop in and converges into the form of Sirican.

Someone resumes his old spot near you.

Someone says 'Though be silent of what I have told you.'

Someone says 'There are..'

Someone pauses for a second.

Someone says 'Complications.'

Khiandra nods and says, 'Your confidences are safe with me, my sweet.'

Someone smiles at you.

Someone says 'I am glad to hear that.'

Someone says 'Have you met with him before?'

Khiandra frowns slightly, giving her attention over to memory. 'I have spoken with him briefly, yes.'

Sirican nods.

Sirican says '..I hear he enjoys the company of women.'

Sirican smirks.

Sirican says 'Though I think differently.'

Khiandra giggles, 'Three years ago, he told me I was too young for him.'

You cackle gleefully.

Khiandra smiles at you and says, 'Most amusing, darling. I will remember that one.'

You giggle.

Sirican says 'You don't even know half of it.'

Sirican says 'Though you can ask him if you wish.'

Sirican says 'Ask him of Maddie..'

Sirican says 'When the last time he met with her.'

Khiandra looks at you curiously, 'Oh?'

Sirican says 'I was not there.'

Sirican says 'I should not pretend to know.'

Sirican says 'Though I believe they had a little discussion.'

Sirican says 'A fight maybe.'

Khiandra giggles softly, 'Yes, I noticed he was wearing a dress that looked similar to hers.'

Sirican smirks at your saying.

Sirican nods at you in agreement.

Sirican says 'Yes, I think he was asking to borrow it.'

Sirican says 'It does bring out his eyes though.'

Sirican chuckles politely.

Khiandra chuckles in wry amusement, 'Yes. Perhaps a nice pale shade of lipstick would complement it nicely.'

Sirican gives a dark laugh and turns to you.

Sirican says 'Ah, Khiandra.'

Sirican says 'It was nice speaking with you.'

Khiandra purrs seductively, 'Yes, darling?''

Sirican says 'But...'

Sirican says 'I fear I must leave.'

Khiandra purrs seductively, 'As you wish, love.'

Khiandra purrs seductively, 'Until we meet again, then, I wish you well.'

Sirican bows low, takes your hand and gives it a soft kiss brushing your wrist against his fang.

Khiandra wraps her arms around your neck, and kisses you lightly on the lips, then breaks the embrace and leaves the room.