[The Tattered Sails] A Decadent Debut (open)

[Ar'ileth Yelkith]

Timestamp: 2nd Ponutis, Winter of Era XV

Unfortunately, the problem with coming to another city was finding an adequate place to stay. In the case of the Yelkith twins, ‘adequate’ sadly meant little more than what they could comfortably afford. Which, between them, did not happen to amount to all that much.

And so they had come upon this place, their most favoured of pets in tow. The Tattered Sails…It was not exactly the most grandiose looking of places, run-down and rather ramshackle as its appearance seemed to be, but at least it was a start. They needed some haven within which they could rest, after all, especially during the light of brightest day. Even during the cold of winter, their eyes were yet sensitive to anything but the darkness to which they had become used. Imperia, whilst a den of debauchery and crime, was not as close to home as the vysstichi may have liked.

Ar’ileth was the one to lead the small, strange group inside, her brother’s hand in hers, with Illista, the sea elf slave, not wandering too far behind.

What they did not realise, of course, was the fact that this was no inn.

All the buildings of the surface looked the same, in the vysstichi twins’ eyes, these temples and monuments that sunkissers thought to build, in order to boost their egos and feel proud. It was an outrage, how they professed themselves as being so mighty and high- so individual, and free. Ar’ileth could have spat in disgust, but their darkening would come, soon enough. There would come a day when the vysstichi would rise from the pits into which they had been cast, and rightfully claim this Empire as theirs, amidst showers of persecution and blood.

When the esh’lahier spoke, presumably before registering what it was that they truly were, Ar’ileth sneered somewhere inside, though the smile that she showed him was pure.

“Such depends, nigriv, on what you are willing to give…” She eased, with a certain lilt to her tone suggesting something rather…deviant, wanton, and depraved.

The Yelkith twins were in town, and along with their beloved pet, they were doubtlessly likely to make their presence known.

[Eir'helm Mithania]

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[Ab'reth Yelkith]

Ab'reth quietly followed his sister into the tavern. He wasn't sure if this was an inn. They'd not visited many such places in the past. It could have been. It had the same, run down manner as the inn they resided in in Imperia.

He wasn't willing to point out any chance error of his partner though. The male was somewhat wiser than that.

He moved in Ar'ileth's wake, and his other hand never drifted far from his long knife. He watched the cattle all around. He watched them drink, talk, laugh and sing their songs, and all the while the youth imagined them begging for mercy. Ab'reth wore a small, shy smile as he imagined Haya here, coating them with boils, maggots worming through their open wounds.

They had a reason, but they didn't know it.

They had no idea what the young prince saw when he looked at them.

The sunkissed had no clue what Ar’ileth would want to do to him, had she the chance. Her voice suggested a want for something deprived, but these people had no idea how deep that mine shaft went.

It gave Ab’reth one more reason to smile to himself.

They’d learn.

[Ilista]

Ilista made up the end of the trio, and the wilted telera had seemed to liven bit by bit since the small group had entered the city. The pair didn't ask the teleras' input and so she said not a word allowing her eyes to wander and take in the sights, and strangely took in the people and spaces. As the twins entered the tavern, the slave hesitated just a heartbeat before following.

Her eyes adjusted to the interior light with ease and relief, dancing from table to table silent realization of this building being the social gathering place to feed. Not at all like the warehouse they had last visited, perhaps the drinks here would even be less tainted if they stayed that long.

Light colored eyes danced from identical smiles to look back at the tavern and its patrons, how fortunate they were, that dreams and wishes hardly had more strength than they did, lest the wall be painted with blood and the air filled with screams, much to the delight of her masters.

[Drake Flowe]

Drake stumbled into the taveren. This was frequent event for drake. Drake was always, for some reason, "under the influence". Drake walked up to the bar, and ordered the same old thing, a ale and a mutton chop. Drake looked around the tavern a bit. Seeing a few not from here, drake seen faces he didn't recognise before. These were some dark elves, they difinatly not from around here. Drake knew this for the regular generally cme into the taveren.

Drake gave a light whistle to the bartender. "Hey barkeep...The dark elf over there...I'm not sure what he drinks, but send him a ale, compliments of Drake Flowe." Drake slammed some crowne on the table. Drake began to deveolp the hicups from all the whisky before and now, all the fresh ale. Drake was indeed intoicated...Or one would think...Drake is a ver munipualtive person and can "be" one thing one minute and someting diffrent later...The thing about drake was no one really knew his "real" personality but him, and it fact its kind of twisted in its own respect. Drake took a sip and turned around and starred at the dark elves. "Hmm...New folk I'll see how they react..." Drake said to himself starring.

[Ar'ileth Yelkith]

Whilst the bartender was a mite curious as to why this kemite would be buying a dark elf a drink- and a similarly male one, at that- he did not question it, simply charging Drake a couple of crowns, before moving on to pour the vysstichi his gift. A tankard of ale was placed before Ab’reth, much to his likely surprise, before the surfacer alluded him as to what it was worth, from whence and from whom it had came.

“Courtesy of the kemite down the way.” He spoke, rather blandly, before returning to his business, elsewhere, with other patrons, once again.

Ar’ileth, besides him, simply smiled- a beautiful thing as she kissed him on the cheek, almost laughing at the splendour of it all. A lowly dog, purchasing his master gifts, as though to better curry his favour, to be looked upon as more than what he was. It was almost sweet, and the vysstichi disclosed as such to her brother, now, in her soft tone, barely a whisper, to his ear.

“It seems you have an admirer, darling brother…Though it must be difficult for these sun-kissers…not to be enthralled by our perfection.”

[Ab'reth Yelkith]

This was an interesting gathering of souls, though so many of them deserved to suffer for cycles in the dark of some slave pit. There were so many slaves, all around, and hardly a vysstichi in sight.

Ab’reth spotted one, across the room, hidden under layers of cloth and nursing a drink though it was his only link to the land of the living, but even that one seemed lacking. It seemed just as wise to burn the tavern down, to send them all screaming, rather than endure this rabble, but endure they did.

The empire’s law didn’t take well to murders. Of that the youth was sure.

Ilista knew what they’d do to the place, if they had the power. The walls would be stained with blood. The corpses would walk. There’d be screams, pain, insanity and finally, death. Ar’ileth knew it. She’d likely want the same. From the smile she wore, he was sure she’d enjoy that show.

As the drink came, however, it brought a degree of confusion for Ab’reth. The man, the elf, that set the container in front of him suggested its source, but didn’t prove its contents. The esh’lahier left them with the tankard, and it was very likely laced with poison.

Ab’reth hadn’t seen him pour it. He hadn’t been watching, and life in Herozzal instilled a different set of rules into a young person’s mind.

He’d not touch the drink, not that one.

“Bring another.” Ab’reth said, quietly, fishing a couple of his only crowns out of his purse. He kept a very close eye on the servant this time, doing his best to make sure that nothing sinister made its way into the cup.

The human that purchased the drink, however, had caught their attention. It wasn’t a safe place to be. The set of elves didn’t have much power, but they had a creative flare for violence.

“Shouldn’t we invite him over? He paid for a drink. He should consume it.” The thought was shared with his beloved sister.

As another cup was set down on the table, Ab’reth offered Ilista a sip first. It wasn’t an act of kindness, but she was welcome to accept it as one. A few seconds later, Ab’reth waved to Drake, summoning him over.

The very tankard he’d paid for, sat there, untouched, ready to be consumed. If the human would, than wonderful, it had been a gift. If not, it had been a fool’s attempt to rid the multiverse of another of Haya’s beloved children. If Drake wouldn’t drink they’d need to gut him at some later hour.

If he did, if he downed the drink, he’d be that much drunker.

He’d be that much easier a victim.

[Ilista]

Things were, curious. There was just the light from the sea elfs' eyes to mark the curious surprise as tankard was placed before Ab'reth, her soft lips curved at a thought far away. It seemed customary to offer and pay for a companions drink or meal, and to see such a display again reminded the sea elf of her own experience, and hot stew.

Black lashes fluttered in surprise as another tankard was brought before her Master and this time the dark elf offered the sea elf a taste. Ilista looked, at both her Master and her Mistress before taking a sip from the mug.

Her jaw tensed at the taste that slid upon her tongue, she moved back slight from the pair and from their sight for but a moment to choke down the swill the coated her tongue. Never had the sea elf tasted such a thing, and neither was she anxious for another.

However beyond the taste, a small path of heat was made within like eating hot stew without the heat. It made the small one smile softly to herself oddly after the taste was put from mind. But still if ever give the choice, the small elf would be hard pressed to decide between tainted wine and the amber colored liquid again.

[Drake Flowe]

Drake was wary of the dark elf, he couldn't be trusted, drake knew this. Drake seen the elf wave him over to the table. Drake stood up, not taking a seat on the chair for obvious reasons. "Well now, my ale I paid for, for you, sits he untouched? Tell me why is this?" Drake looked at the two elves and the slave. Drake had a uneasy feeling in his gut, he knew something didn't seem right with the male dark elf. The female elf seemed to be a bit of a vixen. She caught drake's eye before he walked over.

"Now tell me elf, why is my drink still full, should it not be empty?" Drake raised a eyebrow. Drake was no fool, he simply knew why. As drake couldn't trsut him he couldn't trust drake. Drake had not tampered with that drink, nor would he know how. Drake was not one to knock off random people, as is the case here. Drake was just trying to be a nice guy with a slight buzz. Drake gave a incipit wink toward the female elf. Not implying anything, or maybe something, this was unknown to anyone else but drake.

[Ar'ileth Yelkith]

The kemite was surely a curious sort, reacting this way when he had been invited over in this way, cordially, and through the actions of his betters, at that. Ar'ileth studied him, carefully, brazenly, her crimson eyes bold as they roamed his face and form. She could surely play the vixen, though she was so much more than merely that..Ar'ileth and her brother took great dedication and joy in what they did, in causing pain, and suffering; desecrating souls with their sweetness and their lies.

Ar'ileth returned Drake's wink with a smile which promised all manner of sordid little things, and yet gave nothing of the person she truly was.

"We invited you to sit with us, pretty one..." She spoke, her tone of voice soft as scarlet orbs continued to rest upon his. Ilista, their beautiful, beloved pet had already tasted of the mead he had bought, and was yet to pass from this world or be afflicted. So, either the drink had not been tainted, or was simply slower acting, similar to what had occured in their passed shared experience with gifted drinks.

"Will you not taste of this sweet nectar with us now?" She queried him, innocently enough, though she suspected that Drake might have been more interested in soliciting her brother's reactions, instead.

[Drake Flowe]

Drake gave a grin and took a seat. "Hell if y'all won't drink it I will." Drake gave a slight chuckle. Drake looked at the dark elf vixen. She surly was what drake wanted, a sexy dark elf. Drake knew, for some reason, that she was in relation to the other elf. This was a strong bloodline, drake could sense that. Drake thought to himself, "Hmm...These elves...They seems to be shady to me...What must one do to meet friends...Kill?" Drake paused for a moment. "Well now...If no one wishes to sip the ale, I will." Drake takes a large gulp, larger then any dwarf in talath would swallow. Drake smiled, "A bit of fire." He smiled and chuckeled.

[Ab'reth Yelkith]

Ab’reth was not amused. He had no complaint with dear Ilista as she took a drink from the cup as instructed. She helped make it clear that either it was safe, or any toxin was delayed. Either way, she was fine enough. In Herozzal there was always the real possibility that a sibling could kill another in such a way. Even here, on the surface, those habits were difficult to overcome.

He was wary of the surfacers, this one included. He didn’t say a word to the kemite as it asked its question. Instead the male was quiet. The fool had his eye on Ar’ileth, and little brother struggled to keep a smile off his lips.

The human wanted her, and how could he be blamed?

She was toying with him right back again with a wink, a smile, and speak of his nectar.

There was the promise of games to follow. This man wasn’t one of them, he wasn’t even an elf. The Kemite was limited, temporal, and already dead. Worst they could do was hurrying the process along.

One of Ab’reth’s hands lovingly stroked his sister’s leg under the table. His fingers danced over her skin out of sight, but the other reached for Ilista. Like Ar’ileth, it rested on the sea elf’s thigh, but the body moved a little closer, nuzzling her side, kissing the slave’s neck. He wore a wicked little smile.

It wasn’t an effort to ignore his elder, but an opportunity for her to draw the fool human in a little easier. If the other male at the table showed no interest, than Ar’ileth must have been free to grow closer too.

After a moment nibbling on Ilista’s neck Ab’reth turned, shooting Ar’ileth a wicked little smile.

The human seemed well on his way to a stupor. With each drink he endangered himself a little more.

“So, have you lived in the city long?”

It was empty conversation, only meant to comfort the animal.

[Ilista]

The sea elf was more curious since her taste of the amber liquid, the sender of the drink had both rose and approached, even with his odd speech, the tones of his words sounded accusatory, which was quiet preposterous, all for a drink, for that gifted swill water? But her Master said not a word; it was then that the kemite did something that males seemed to have such a knack for upon the surface, combat or sex. It seemed the human went against his better instincts to flirt with death. Demure Ilista, her face was as calm as usual when outside her room, or at this point in mixed company, and mixed, was the understatement of the era. The sea elfs’ gentle face gave no obvious clue to the hints of her amusement as Ar’ileth and the stranger began to converse.

Perhaps it was her time spent with the pair, they looked as evil or harmful as any other elf if one disregarded racial bias, and if that was done, it could be stretched that the twins looked as harmless as she. But there was something about their ways that was as steeped into them as their own blood that surely gave an unnoticed scent that triggered something deep and primal inside. Well while some picked up the’ proceed with caution‘, or ’flee in terror in the other way’ signals, others picked up on the more alluring carnal scent.

Her Keeper seemed less than tickled, if almost down right annoyed, in that oh so silent way that was his. Yet the mood seemed to pass at the warm weight of a familiar hand upon her thigh, the teleras’ form leaned into Ab’reths’ as his own turned to hers, nuzzling lying kisses to her flesh. Unabashed delight lit Ilista face, silent laughter parting her lips in a smile that slowly changed, inviting as his was wicked. Delicate fingers stroked the edge of the vysstichi’ ear and down to trace the line of his jaw; while Ilistas’ nearer hand returned the favor to caress and stroke her Masters’ thigh. The moment of attention passed and while the hand that had stroked Ab’reths’ face withdrew to rest on the table top with fingers burrowed in coal colored strands streaked with colors of warm seas; her other remained resting, idly stroking upon Ab’reths thigh.

It was back to business time, yet the telera looked all the more amused, innocent in her obvious affections. Ilista watched the human as Ab’reth struck up conversation with the man. It was a wonder, would he fall victim to lust, to drink, or be lucky serve a purpose? Surely even this kemite could make himself of use, one way or another.

[Ar'ileth Yelkith]

Ar'ileth made no outward sign of her approval, the intoxication of form as her brother's hand cut a trail across her skin. It seemed he was free to toy with his sea elven slave, instead, as her eyes remained set, without qualm, upon Drake. He was the sole thing which lingered within her mind, for now, and what a dirty little thing that happened to be. Beneath the table, her legs parted, shamelessly enough, the slow movements hidden behind a smile, and a shifting of weight as she gave the kemite space. Her thigh touched her brother's, though she did nothing more. Ar'ileth was busy in playing the game, with Drake as her special, newest toy.

Subsequent to Ab'reth's query, the female in turn smiled- a gesture almost serpentine as the predator observed her prey. Ar'ileth was smouldering, her crimson gaze intense as they fell from Drake's face to his shoulder, and down. He was seated beside her, though this princess of Yelkith had made certain that the space between was neither too close so as to press boundaries, nor too far apart to spoil her fun.

The female observed his arm for long enough to appear interested, as though something that she liked was rather present in his form. Then, perhaps boldly, obsidian skin reached out to touch his, her warm hand moving to touch with Drake's, even as direct eye contact was once again maintained.

"Yes...do tell us..." She spoke to the kemite, her voice soft and low...tantalising, as though there were no one else here with them, in the room.

They were yet to determine whether the kemite could be of good use, and fortunately for Drake, the female had not yet opted for the delightful little 'toy with and slaughter' routine.

[Drake Flowe]

Drake came off as a normal guy in the streets. What these eleves don't know is drake is no fool. He preseve that way, but he truly is a smart man. Drake looked at the female elf. "I can't stay to long I have some, well, buisness to attend to. I would just like to tell you, you are very beautiful." Drake gave a smile and stood up. "Maybe I'll see you three around Imperia. I must be going, the tankard ales are not working right now." Drake threw up his hood and headed for the door. He gave a single glance and a smile at the she elf. He was hoping she would call out his name before he departed.