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The Arcanus and the Matron - 26-Jul-09
Participants: Malolin, Xyliquay
- Submitted by Malolin
If you enter this place from the hole in the Tower of Sorcery's second floor, you find yourself on top of a barren cliff. Behind, where the Tower should be, is a small cavern, non-descript in its appearance. Across the front of the cavern lies an impenetrable curtain of blackness that defies all attempts at vision through it. Sounds do come out of that cave, however--the busy hustle and bustle of the Tower of Sorcery and its busy bureaucracy built around managing the city's magics.
The top of the cliff is barren, not a solitary form of life visible as far as the eye can see. Behind the cliff, where the cavern lies, is a steep mountain, stretching up at a nearly impassible angle for ten thousand feet. In front of the cavern is a flat semicircle of stone a hundred yards in diameter. And then, at the edge of that semicircle, a plunging vertical drop a thousand feet to an ocean full of jagged rocks. There is a sense of utter desolation here, of hopeless lifelessness. Indeed, for one sensitive to the pull of other life forms, or to nature, one might discern that there is no other life here.
The truth of the matter is that this artificial world is nothing but a giant lifeless void of an ocean, with one solitary mountain pushing up out of it. Something does live on that mountain, but it is certainly not living. Nor is it natural.
Xyliquay stands on the edge of the dire precipice that drops into the mysterious ocean far below. He's been here for a long while, all those wishing to seek audience with him in the Tower being directed through that magical hole in the wall and into this strange world. A gentle, cool breeze rises up that steep cliff, lifting the edges of the Arcanu's shirt and slithering up over his scarred face. Quiet is all that accompanies here, save for the constant whistling of wind and hum of ocean.
Malolin had been coming to the Tower for the last few days, knowing of the man she sought, though not having much luck in finding him. The guards above had directed her to this hole, and with her spider about her neck, she slips into the dark cavern. Her amethyst eyes glowing in the darkness, permitting her to see within even the darkest of places. Her bare feet carry her, though she is sure, her scent carries on the breeze to the Arcanus who looks over the edge. "Ah yes, the Arcanus." she says in that heavily accented tone.
Xyliquay remains at his perch, the tips of his leather dress shoes hanging off the edge. He lets the woman speak, lets her approach as she might, before he speaks. "Welcome to the Tower of Sorcery...." smiling to himself, he looks over his shoulder, brown eyes raking over the woman with a sultry sweep, "...Matron." He licks his lips and turns back to peer over the edge of the cliff. If one were to join him and look, they might perchance see the soft, bioluminescent glow that pulsates under the waves far down below.
Malolin lets her eyes slink over the edge, though she remains where she is as she feels his sultry gaze. "There is rumour you are seeking aid in the tower, one of darkness to help push the wishes of dark magic further into the city. One that is not ashamed of their path or their intentions." she says, her hands move behind her back and slink with one another. "Let us say, that I favor this path over the others. That there are those within this city that could use .... more enemies and those that oppose." she says in a controlled tone, though it clearly laced with annoyance.
Xyliquay snorts, turning from the edge and spinning on heel to look at the Drow woman. He takes slow steps toward her, stepping close. "Seeking aid," he nods. "I'm always partial to your kind, Matron," he remembers the address, reaching out and holding a finger out toward that spider, though not touching. "I have a certain...fondness for you. Especially your love of dark magic. And who do you think needs more enemies?"
The little one that is about her neck chatters loudly and then reaches up with its front legs to touch upon the extended finger of coolness, maybe it was curious, maybe it was going to protect the Matron, who knows. But it touches for a second and then draws back nestling back against her throat. Malolin takes a moment before spearking.. "Clearly the Emir and his little nest of goodies... this bill is idiotic, they fear a fight, they wish to hide behind laws and bills that they create to suit their need. Cowards. " her anger flares up in her voice and echoes as a mauve shade in her eyes. "The Margrave, well.. I like her. She is curious, and the other woman with her. We seem of similar ... frames." she smiles innocently.
Xyliquay smiles at the arachnid, purring and licking his lips as he watches it settle back into the hollow of Malolin's throat. "Do you have a name, Matron?" he smiles, "or shall we keep it pompous and formal? You can call me Xyliquay if you wish, or My Glorious Revered Lord Arcanus if you want to keep it nice and stuffy, hm?" He raises his heavily pierced brows, amused at the ridiculousness of the extravagent title he just made up. "Luther will move on the bill because it suits him politically, defender of the light andn all..." he smacks his lips. "His little pet Aimend is a twit, but of little concern. She will be in my pocket soon enough." He cants his head at the mention of the Margrave, eyes narrowing. "Then why not head to the desert looking for dark magic?"
Malolin snorts at the mention of the large man, Russian or Cuban or whatever she is, he is human and that makes him more vile than his ego. "I have always been called Matron. That is my title, that is my breeding. Before that I was Malolin, Malolin Arab'duis, but that was long ago... in another life." she offers, by the tone she clearly prefers Matron. Moving towards the edge herself, she looks out over it and to the water beyond. "I do not wish to bother myself with the duties of slaves, or the controlling of items from one place to another. The portal is controlled by Another, it serves no purpose to me." Looking over her right shoulder towards the Arcanus, her hair flows to trickle over her face in the wind. "I choose to serve where the magic comes.. to in my own way, feed off another source when mine wanes." Seems she has her own purpose and wants as well.
Malolin snorts at the mention of the large man, Russian or Cuban or whatever he is, he is human and that makes him more vile than his ego. "I have always been called Matron. That is my title, that is my breeding. I am Matron. Before that I was Malolin, Malolin Arab'duis, but that was long ago... in another life." she offers, by the tone she clearly prefers Matron. Moving towards the edge herself, she looks out over it and to the water beyond. "I do not wish to bother myself with the duties of slaves, or the controlling of items from one place to another. The portal is controlled by Another, it serves no purpose to me." Looking over her right shoulder towards the Arcanus, her hair flows to trickle over her face in the wind. "I choose to serve where the magic comes.. to in my own way, feed off another source when mine wanes." Seems she has her own purpose and wants as well.
Xyliquay turns slowly and watches the woman approach the edge of the cliff. "Matron, then," he says, shrugging. "It is well and good that you want to serve the dark magic, dear, to feed off it." He walks back over to the cliff, looking down at the soft glow so far below. "But the magic comes from me, hm? Not some puddle free for the taking. Not some dispenser where any who want it can come get a cup full." He keeps his eyes on the sea. "You will serve me, Matron. Without deviation, or error....serving me will ensure you have an abundance of dark magic. Failure to maintain my good graces will see you cut off from anything magical." He runs his long index finger around the circumference of the onyx gemstone that sits on his left thumb. "And a Drowess without her magic is an empty shell..." he murmurs, seeming to be speaking of another, not aware that he's speaking out loud.
She growls faintly, the mention of a lack of magic has already been felt clearly in her cave. "You are but the conduit that it flows." her words are mixed half drow and half english but the meaning is clearly there. Mumbling to herself, her eyes narrow out over the cliff to the moonlight that dances. "I will serve the purpose of the dark magic. I will serve the essence which passes through you. Let us be clear on that." she takes a moment and exhales slowly. "As for the good graces, I fear there is nothing good within you. You are of pure darkness from what I can sense and smell, and that is the lure. The Darkness." she turns then, her eyes aglow and full of fire. "But let us be clear, I will *not* be your slave, I will *not* be treated as some servant that you can bend at your will and whim. You wish little ones about you - use the woman from the shop, use the slaves that wander the streets." Her eyes trail up and down along his frame, proud as she is, she seems somewhat flexible, at least in what she will serve.
Xyliquay laughs, turning his head. "Conduit, valve...." he snorts, "whatever you want to call me, Matron, I can shut it off." He purrs. "I can be good if the need arises, dear. And let me be clear as well, hm? I don't need slaves. I've enough jibbering dolts to wait on me hand and foot. My little Gabriela can meet my needs when the chattle do not suffice. I don't expect a slave out of you. But what I do expect is complete obeyance. I do not give orders lightly. And if I do, I expect no fucking around." He turns back to look over the cliff. "But for the most part, Matron, I assign general tasks and goals. How you accomplish those is up to you." He shrugs. "I find people are more efficient if you allow them to be creative."
"I am here to serve the purpose of the darkness that festers here, to help it, to futher it along. And in that, have those know my name and where my alliances are. I have no issues with that." she clarifies. Listening to him explain about the tasks and goals that will be assigned.. "I have no problem with serving to the common goal, if there are things you are not able to do, I have my ways and my skills. I am not just a woman Arcanus, I am Matron. My training was over one hundred years with magic and the whip." clearly, there will be no fucking around if she can help it.
Xyliquay turns and faces Malolin, crossing over to her and reaching out to put his dark, cold hand on her similarly dark, but warm cheek. He grins, fangs peeking out from between his lips. "Good, Matron, because I need more than a woman. Let me think on it, hm? You will know of my deicision when it is reached." He licks his lips, peering into the Drow's eyes, staring deep. "Very good, indeed."
Not accustomed to being touched in that manner, there is a clear flinch from Malolin, her head jerks back slightly but not far enough as his hand continues to come further. "You think on it Arcanus. And I will sharpen my blades and recharge what I can through blood sacrifices." she states flatly and then pulls herself away from his cool touch and pads out to the entrance with silence, her barefeet allowing her that luxury.
Xyliquay smiles as the Matron pulls away from his touch, challenge in his eyes, lust for the chase and game. Licking his lips, purring softly to himself, he returns to his cliff and his solitude. He peers down into the glowing sea, fingering his ring, and thinking in silence.
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