A rift of blackened
energy rips into existence amidst the calming lapses of
the lake. A frill
of ribbon and a hint of gloom mark the entrance of Lulu.
is different than it once was, though slightly. Her
hair has slowly
become undone, a single lock drifting between her
eyes. As the void implodes behind her, she turns to
survey the reeds
near the shore. Perhaps. Perhaps not. She decides in silence to wait for another.
A split second
after Lulu's entry, the familiar crackling sound announces Zoe's arrival. Sparks of blue appear around a magically created window
out of which a petite human woman steps. Definitely not dressed to be on a lake, Zoe tip toes to find steady ground beneath
her feet and lifts the hem of her luxurious gown. "My dear Lulu. Next time, do tell me where we are going so that I can dress
appropriately," she says slightly annoyed while surveying her surroundings. Her window closes behind her as she waves it away
A mess of curses,
some spoken in orcish and others in the common tongue,
slinking form of the High Chieftain of the Rukhas'dul people.
The object of
his ire, a simple fishing net, is clasped in his two grey
clenched so tightly that they are nearly whitened with
the effort. "Stinking
net!" he mutters in his native tongue as he rips and
tugs at it violently.
The mage turns to Zoe, nodding in what could almost be interpreted as a
Looking back to the expanse of lake, Lulu sighs vulnerably.
"Do you ever
wonder, when the end of it all is?" She quirks her
as though fiercely debating the concept in her head.
"Not this. Not
now. But, at some point, is there something to look
for.." She looks
up abruptly and with a short nod to Zoe and a light tap of her staff to the wooden planks of the dock, evanesces into
a tendril of
fading violet fog.
Zoe was just
about to take in the serene scene of the lake, and forget for a moment that she must look absolutely ridiculous out here,
when something alerts both Lulu and herself. Closing her grey eyes, Zoe disappears in a mist of crimson. While invisible to
the mortal eye, both mages are still aware of their corporeal bodies and are able to communicate without saying a word. Right
now, none was saying a thing but rather waiting for what prompted them to disappear in the first place.
That particular something -- or in this case, someone -- stumbled along the
paying much attention to anything. Except, of course, the net.
to struggle with it for a few moments before cursing again.
he shouted in common, "Nothing ever work for poor Vokith."
Tossing the tangled
mess into the lake, the half-orc falls to his knees and
across the water. "No luck for me," he grunts.
Standing to the
far side of the dock, lest she be in the way of a far flung
fist shake, Lulu
takes in the scene with indifference. "He lies as an obstacle
Zoe. We cannot
leave here so easily, nor can our actions be known. We have
ourselves to this fanciful notion of illusion. What does one
propose we do
"There is no
point in hiding, we came here for a reason and by the gods, I will not leave here until we have what we came for," Zoe replies
with a sneer. "We do not need to divulge in our business here, Lulu. He's a Half-Orc for crying out loud, do you honestly
think he'll double guess our reason for being at this lake?" Zoe drifts closer to Lulu. "Do not worry, it's not worth it."
With that, Zoe fades into view.
As Zoe fades
into view, Vokith buries his head in his hands and sobs. "World
not nice place
for half-orc. He work hard, never have good luck." He continues
to sob for a
few moments before he looks up again. It is then that he notices
the new arrival.
Rising quickly, the High Chieftain snaps to attention and salutes. "Vokith
person come from nowhere. Vermicio send?" he pronounces
every word deliberately,
afraid to mix them up. Clearly, his command of the
something to be desired.
"My, what a smart
creature you are," Zoe says sweetly. She had to think quickly now and adept to the situation. "Indeed, Vermicio has send me
to check up on you...and the progress in our plans." Zoe, standing a proud five foot one, looks like a gnome next to Vokith
but it doesn't diminish the regal air about the human mage which makes her appear larger than she actually was. "Vokith, love.
Why don't we have a chat about the things you have been up to" she says while waiting for Lulu to make an appearance.
The one who was
unseen remained so, her breathing kept in favor of stillness.
She would allow
Zoe to handle this situation, as twas her expertise. Upon
her own plan of action, she began to time an invocation with the
calls of the
wayward loons of the evening, her whispers lost in the distant
emphatically. Evidently, Zoe's little lie had worked. "Vokith report details to messenger like he told to do." Pausing for
a moment, he scratches his chin. "What messenger want to know?"
this obviously would take a while, with Vokith being a bit on the slow side, Zoe pulls her dark locks into a French bun and
brings forth a bench of stone with accompanying table. She couldn't really stand the entire time, now could she? Gliding onto
the bench, she waves her hand towards the accommodations "Please, do sit down. It's so much lovelier than to stand, no?" Crossing
her legs, she organizes the many folds of her red gown about her and smiles pleasantly at Vokith "I would like to know who
Vermicio has on his side at this point. I'm sure you know much more than I do." Zoe looks innocently up to the Half-Orc, hoping
to make him feel important.
in her choice to remain hidden, Lulu watches Zoe work
with grim satisfaction.
She returns to her meditation, a clenching fist
her only motion,
the soft breeze freeing yet another lock of her hair.
offers a toothy grin as he takes the seat that is offered to him.
"You nicer than
Vermicio. He not good with Vokith," the Chieftain responds,
pointing at Zoe
as he speaks. "Vermicio have many allies. Annale and her people
work with him.
And Vokith think he have other friends, too. Dark friends."
These final words
are spoken in a hushed tone, as if some of those friends were
leans into Vokith, mirroring his hushed tone "Dark friends? How do you mean exactly?" Zoe asks and then offers "Do you mean
like, dark magic users or Drow?" Two goblets appear out of thin air and a tall flask filled with the finest spirits. "Here,
have a drink," the human offers while pouring the Half-Orc a generous cup. Alcohol does loosen the tongue, no matter what
semblance of tranquility upon the dreamy dock, Lulu takes up
a rapid stride
towards shore, her appearance ghostly as her invisibility
behind her. The moon on her staff shone brightly and as though
time were no
more than a fancy of children, a moment in time passed wherein
her eyes met
those of Zoe's. Let us do what we must. The last is near.
The High Chieftain
took the drink, and as he sipped at it, his tongue had,
up. "Vermicio have friends," Vokith managed with some effort,
Not drow. Drow fight Vermicio, they not want surrender. Other
Vokith not know who or why." Shaking his head, he continues,
"There many enemies.
Dwarf people. Drow people. Vokith even hear Human people
Even half-orc people rise to fight Vermicio, against Vokith's order.
Zoe can't help
but like Vokith...to some degree. As much as she could muster up for his race but in his own regard, he had a certain...charm.
Like a puppy. As she begins to formulate her next question, she sees Lulu out of the corner of her eye and hears her words
ring in her ears. Without faltering or losing her tempo, she stands to her feet "Well, Vokith...wasn't that a nice chat. Unfortunately
I will have to part for now. Keep the goblets and the flask...and the bench...and the table, all yours!" she beams. "You have
been of great service and I shall not forget it but for now, please excuse me." Zoe bows her head to the High Chieftain and
slowly fades from view, heading after Lulu and what they have come to find so desperately. Finally, the Prophecy was close