Quest: Ledger of Rituals - Open SL

[Ekaterina]

She heard Randell's departure more than seen it, as focus had turned in Osiris' direction instead. "Don't be a smart ass." Grumbled as she snagged her glass of Meade from the table. Remarkable it was that this area hadn't been disrupted. It was as she tried to get comfortable upon her seat, which she now began to feel the swelling of bruised flesh upon her back and arms. Oh, if that thing wasn't dead, it would be, for now she had another personal vendetta to fulfill, even if it was Randell that was its intended target. Glass lifted to down over half the contents in that long taken drink. More to help ease the pain than to sate a thirst. "What happened after the flash?" She'd not openly admit to the blindness she suffered, even if it was evident she had. But the situation was one she couldn't witness, and something important happened, something she needed to know if she was to face that thing again.


She was a little riled up and Osiris only quirked a brow when she called him a smart ass. He kept his sights set upon the fireplace and consumed a little more of his tea. "You're letting your anger get to you." This time his expression became more sincere. "It will not alleviate any of your pain." He noticed more than what she gave him credit for. "The assailant became a beast resembling that of a lycanthrope. It charged Randell until I intervened. I provided your merchant friend with an opportunity and he unleashed his wand upon the creature once more. It went through the window and upon inspection it was gone." That was pretty much it in a nutshell. "I want to look at your back. And, don't feed me that 'you're alright' statement either. Logically, you don't want to look weak so let me help you eliminate such." Women weren't logical by many man's standards, but then, Kat was far from being like most women. There was another moment of consideration. "I doubt you want to do such in front of those present, either." It was with this he set his cup down and stood. He motioned for her to follow him upstairs.


She was ready to respond with a barb of words when he spoke of her anger. But mute she remained on that matter, mainly because he was correct; not that she’d openly admit that to him. Usually she was cool and collected, rare did anything truly gain the raise of her ire; until tonight. Why was that? Because he was there! Regression of feelings had occurred, and that included wanting to impress him, but more was at stake now. Not so much a student trying to win the favor of their mentor, but she didn't want him to view her as weak. Mainly because of the situation upon which they would soon embark. If he viewed her as flawed, would he let her forge forward without complaint or opposition? Even if he said no, she'd do it anyways, with or without him if it meant gaining that book. Listening as he explained the play of events that unfolded, and a look of distaste when he stated the man turned to beast, this was beginning to become a norm as of late. Then he spoke of her back, and as she was about to protest, he shut her down. A glance in his direction then, and he was quite correct upon his presumption of her wanting to strip in front of patrons. Lips set in a determined line as she rose slowly, forcing herself to ignore the pain or offer an outward indication it was even felt. Not a word would be spoken at this time. When Osiris moved to make way up the stairs, quietly she shadowed in his wake to follow.


Lately, that street went both ways. There was more there and Osiris knew it. The Tsol Raa also knew that the Norse bombshell was capable of fending for herself. However, there were times he couldn't help himself only because it was her. If it had been anyone else they'd have probably suffered the evening with their injuries. The frost-covered door leading to his room was applied the key. A light turn and entry within was granted. It felt like walking out onto a frozen tundra. "One moment." he softly said keeping her stopped at the door with a gesture of a single finger. He stepped within and began to chant to himself. It took several moments but the temperature was rising to a comfortable level. The condensation on the windows had even begun to defrost. "I'd like you to lie on the bed, making yourself as comfortable as you can." Afterwards, Osiris stepped back into the room and kept his eyes fastened to the fire. Both hands extended outward as if he could warm the flesh. The primary reason was to give her privacy if she did decide to remove any clothing. The furs on the bed were warm to the touch which may have been a bit off from the other icy-characteristics the room shared. Several books were sprawled out on a nearby stand with an ink and quill. The katana was resting near the headboard and several throwing stars and senbon needles were stationed upon a night stand. "You find disappointment in yourself when you let something go by unnoticed." Soothing, almost entrancing the way his baritone rolled. "All we can do is prepare better for it if it occurs another time." A simple fact of life.


Following him to his room, her eyes were fixed upon his back. Of course she was mentally beating herself up, as she seemed to do when around him when she did something she felt could have been done or said better. The Arctic blast caused a hitch of breath, and instant goose bumps rose upon flesh that was still heated and held the sheen of sweat due to exertion. Pausing when he asked for a moment, she'd not move forward until he let her know he was ready for her to enter. A glance in his direction when he instructed her further. Moving towards the bed, fingers set to work on the lacings of that vest like top. "I find disappointment in being caught off guard. I should have been better prepared." Like anyone knew what would happen, but if Randell would have gave a better warning, they could have. Soon the lacings were loosen enough to allow the top to be shrugged out of, which caused a slight wince of action. The flesh and muscles of her back were already beginning to turn color, and knots to form where damage was a bit more severe. "He seems to carry things that have some use to them. Perhaps we should consider inviting him along with us."
Not a glance in his direction as she undressed, nor did she feel self-conscience in doing so before him. He had seen her in a state of undress so many years ago, during those moments when he played his games of illusion with her in public places. At least she assumed he was seeing that he projected upon herself, to create the illusion one had to envision it first, correct? Moments later she’d crawl upon the warmth of furs that covered his bed. Lying face down across it, her head facing towards the warmth of the hearth. The light of the dancing flames to play upon flesh that surprisingly held an even tan, and the flaxen mane that seemed to capture the light and reflect it as it spilled about her body in that horizontal position.


The fires from the lit hearth flickered within his eyes as he listened to her voice and her movements. "You will be," there didn't seem to be any sort of doubt in his own chords. "In this instance you were more prepared than Randell's guest. Perhaps the beast should have considered its position, location, and who was around before it made its attack. Otherwise, suspicion is the only motif we have and murder upon such brings forth innocent blood." He could feel the heat coursing along his hands but he knew it wouldn't last long. She was crawling and once he heard she was settled he turned to face her. "Randell's only fault right now is that we do not know him well enough. At least I do not." Osiris came to stand at the side of the bed and began to analyze her injury. The coloring around it had taken its turn and he could see where the flesh was trying to puff up. So, as to not send her into a frozen shock he applied warm hands lightly around the region so not to induce the pain initially. The palms of his hands pushed and rubbed mildly. Though, it didn't take long for the warmth to ease into a cold tactility. Osiris kept his eyes on his task despite wanting them to trail elsewhere. The thumbs used to smooth caress the knots before his hand squeezed to release the tension in her muscles.


A soft hitch of breath as his hands set to work, was it because of the pain or something more? Arms moved so her head could rest upon the crossing of forearms that created a makeshift pillow. Head now turned to enable her to gaze upon the fire, it was a safe place to look at the present moment. "You speak true on the mistake made by the hapless assassin’s attempt. I should have done something when he first raised my curiosity by his appearance. I knew something was wrong and didn't follow through. I could have prevented all of this if I had gone with instinct instead of ignoring the situation to simply observe than enact." Soft grunts and groans when his hands found areas more tender than others. The mixture of heat and cold did wonders once the pain gave way to the actions of skilled hands. A pause for a moment, as those hands were concentrated upon, before mentally slapping herself back to their conversation. "I don't know him much better than you. Having only spoken with him a few times prior to tonight. It's not like we're leaving immediately, perhaps some time to be taken on both our parts to learn more and see if he'd benefit out cause." Head to now turn so she could glance over her shoulder at him. "If it means a better chance of getting that book, then it's a chance I'd be willing to take, are you?"


Osiris was paying very close attention to how his hands worked and how much pressure he applied to the end of his fingertips. "You could have just as I if you want to look at a case of prevention." He took a moment to look toward blonde strands and the way her profile looked from the angle. Osiris's hands were growing colder, though. "It gave us an opportunity to witness how Randell operates. You've already placed a little trust in his capability." Osiris reached over her at that moment. The fabric of his robe gliding along her lower back as he pulled the cover over her while he went to warm his hands back up. "It never hurts to have another pair of eyes or a wand-wielding merchant firing lightning bolts at oversized dogs. I agree with looking into his ability and reasoning before we invite him. But, as for your question..." His hands were scorching hot as he turned in her direction. Gradually, he closed the gap and knelt closer toward her face. "Yes." There was a smile and a frozen kiss to her forehead before he went back to massaging the lumps along her back. The heat there once again while the pressure points were relieved of their stress and his tactility increased the blood flow toward more wound up regions of her tanned flesh.


"The man's an enigma at the moment. He's opening shop within the market, taking on the space of one of my warehouses, and looking to purchase one of the manors upon the cliffs. This means the man could be one of two things to me, an ally or opposition." Eyes would close as she felt the material of his robe brush against her skin, then the warmth of the fur covers when he pulled them over her. Feeling him move from the bed, eyes would then open and follow him towards the fire. "My trust will take much for him to gain, but he may prove to be beneficial. From what I've seen tonight, it looks as if he could use a few friends himself. He already has some powerful enemies, if they seek his death." Speaking the obvious, but only to strengthen her thoughts. A chuckle when he made the comment of zapping over grown dogs. "Men that turn into beast, at least he'd be prepared for what we face in that.. The ones we soon face they just won't be dogs?" Unsure to be exact of what they would face. Dragons, dragon men, sorcerers, Barbarians, undead warriors ... oh my! We're off to see the Wizard. Then he leaned close and agreed with the possibility, though it would be the kiss which born to life the smile to grace her lips. Head again to rest upon those forearms, features facing towards the light of the fire as she watched its dance. "I figure we'll need at least a dozen men to accompany us. Good fighters and a few of the lower casts to help find the location of the book." A pause as a soft moan of relief escaped her lips, the pain was easing as he helped to quell the swelling of flesh. The warmth of his hands relished for the moment she was able to enjoy such, and it would be set to memory as to why she was undergoing all this. Why she was ready to offer herself as bait to reach the ultimate goal; should she survive. "You mentioned armies of undead. Could you be a bit more specific in what they are?"


"The positive note is that he is staying if he is looking to purchase property. That leads me to believe that the only competition from him that you'll get is against your profits." There was a grin on behalf of such. The topic of trust discussed and more thoughts drifted through his head. "We all have enemies. However, you and I know why we do. The question comes to mind why would a merchant be wanted dead? And, why would the supernatural mark him?" Fingers worked their magic along her back, dancing the tips along her spine, and then rolling along her lower back. Side to side as they trailed back up to relief the place between her shoulder blades. "I am sure their cost will not be cheap at the expense of possibly losing their lives. We've to be particular about the company we keep." His train of thoughts went south upon hearing her moan. The chaos that could cause in a man's head. He had to yank his mind from such places and thankfully she asked about the undead. " Durnehviir is fairly ancient. So, I'd imagine his power has allowed him to conjure some powerful creatures of the undead. Skeletal warriors and sorcerers, carrion hounds, and beasts akin to what we just fought." It was hard to place exactly what they would come across. "Cadavers would be one of our greatest threats. They're goliaths with massive spikes attached to their bodies. They wander aimlessly across the lands of their master picking off the living and maiming them across their boney appendages." Osiris had only came across one Dracolich in his time and it wasn't near as strong as Durnehviir. "We'll find necromancers, flesh crafters, and probably a various sort of demons. It's difficult to reveal when I can't scout the lands for myself." The thought of such had him losing concentration on the temperature of his hands and they were beginning to retain their arctic nature.


A grin at the mention of profits, as if money was a worry of hers. Not even close. A moment as she considered his words, it proved to her Osiris was smart about many things, but not that of business. "He's a merchant, he buys and sells items gained through proper and improper channels. He seems to have a bit of wealth, though how much I'm not yet sure, but will find out. He seems to have access to items that have forms of power to them, so I'm sure there are a few individuals looking to get them back; especially if it’s something detrimental to their well-being." Stretching out more as her body became more relaxed under his touch, and those moans were not purposely sounded, the actions brought them to be vocalized without thought. Listening as he explained what they might face, all was still unknown. "The only news I've gotten has been of the increase of guards about the city and outlying lands. Though I'm sure it has more to do with the nature of the individuals traveling to seek his favor." Eyes now closed as she relished in the moment, taking note of how his fingers skillfully worked those rigid muscles into a relaxed state. The pain was still there, but bearable or at least he was helping her to forget about it with the combination of touch and conversation. "Soon enough we'll be there to where you can get a better understanding of what we face. We both will have a lot to deal with once we arrive. I'll concentrate upon the King, and you play nice with this man... or beast... of which you speak. Perhaps a kindred to be formed, even if faux in nature." Eyes to open and head slowly turned so she was better able to gaze upon him. "We're both able to form illusions of our own kind, Osiris. You use your gifts of the arcane, and I use mine of being born a woman. Quite opposite ends of a spectrum, yet so alike in what they're used for. I have no doubt that you will measure up to this man you seek and what he holds of yours." Notice she stated it was his, as being the rightful owner from which it was robbed. Two pieces of the puzzle he already had, soon the third and final piece would be added; positive thinking on her part.

[Ekaterina]

Business wasn't quite his strong point. At a time he was quite keen on how to wheel and deal just to get by but since his immortality that knowledge had the drifter much further back than he cared for. "I'm unsure how I overlooked the obvious. Perhaps the evening is beginning to wear on me." There was mild laughter on his part. The conversation drifted to the influx of guards and Osiris considered her words. "Perhaps." The Tsol Raa was thinking once more and putting himself within the Barbarian King's position. A kindred? "Do you recall the Dragon-born we set to rest? The very war we fought in this dracolich was our commander." He brought back the memories while his hands continued to work out the kinks along her back. "Only then he was part of the Red Dragon flight and he wasn't a Lich-borne. Salem used to sing of his praise in battle. He'd say that when all seemed lost the skies would darken with the shadow of the Great Red Wyrm. Fire would rain down upon his enemies and leaving only the scorched land in his wake." He shifted toward the fire again and this time he placed both hands within the flames themself. "He betrayed his legion and the Red Dragon flight by becoming a lich. His reasoning was for power and his own form of immortality. " She spoke as if the book was his. It had been until Durnehviir stole it from him several centuries back. "It will be again." This time Osiris placed his right hand on her right shoulder blade and did the same with the left shoulder blade with his left hand. Fingers were apart but there was flexing within hot palms of his hand. "Ini sia trekis irisv nomeno yobolat" While Osiris's face was nowhere near her back she'd feel a rush of hot breath race down the length of her back, over the lustful bend of her body, and roll down toward her knees until dissipating by her ankles. The heat lingered before it felt like it was being sucked in by the flesh. Its purpose? It rejuvenated the body and upon the release of his hands she should have felt like she emerged right out of a relaxing hot spring. "That should do it." He gave her one more good look and then he stepped off toward the hearth. It was there he sat down Indian style and leaning enough where his elbows and knees could meet.


Icy blues would watch him as his hands moved within the flickering of flames, which lapped about them as it did the logs which fueled their existence. It was then his face focus was upon when he returned to continue his healing administration. "Quite a foe to be faced, undoubtedly. But, you have knowledge of what he is, and what he can do; even if only to a degree." If he thought his earlier actions caused a verbal reaction, this last would do such and more. The sensation, like heated breath upon flesh and the knowledge of his hands upon her, it wouldn't be a hot spring that came to mind as to what caused that surge felt. The moan would be low and muffled as her face was buried into the furs that covered the bed. Then she felt him move away, his touch to abandon her and eyes opened to gaze over at him. Rising slightly with the use of forearms as a prop, legs bent at the knees and lifted while ankles crossed. Icy blues to fix upon him. "However, you are not now what you were then either. You're more so. This will be your strength against him, since you oppose everything he is. He has the ability to conjure, and I know you do too or at least you were able once. You will find a way to counter him, for you're not one to give up. At least not as long as I've known you. You've always gone after what you wanted, left no stone unturned." Head tilted slightly. "We're going to succeed in this, no matter the cost."


He did but would it be enough? There was so many variables that made formulating a plan against it was difficult. He could tell she liked the feeling that came along with the induction of healing. However, he was in no place to tease her about such. Osiris kept his gaze fixated upon the flames within the hearth. She spoke of his determination and willpower. There was a soft smile that came to rest upon the corners of his mouth. Had there been a reason why he stayed so close to the hearth? Ekaterina was soon to find out. After a short while those very flames began to snake around his arm like a serpent. He brought it back with him to the bed where he looked upon her once more. "I have, haven't I?" It was like a sudden revelation and the serpent around his arm continued to wrap around the flesh till that very same hand lifted so that a single knuckle to caress the side of her beautiful visage. "Yes, we are." Agreeing with her. The fiery snake began to slip around her. It swam about her body while Osiris laid down beside her. Those dark eyes looking far into the shades of ice she had. "Tomorrow, when I awake... " The fire serpent trickled down her back and between the crevice of her legs to wrap around the left ankle. "I am going to invade the mind of that dragon. We'll see exactly what we're up against and maybe get a better idea of how the Barbarian King is fairing." Upon reaching for her face once more. His touch was icy until the snake retraced it's steps and infusing itself within Osiris's flesh so that the pair of them could remain warm. Even if it was only temporary.


A brow rose as she noticed the formation of the flames that engulfed his arm in a serpent like manner. Then he neared to offer that light caress which caused eyes to close in response as it was relished. It would be feeling him as he moved upon the bed to lay at her side that eyes opened to find herself gazing deeply into his. The sensation of warmth is what was felt, for at the moment she was lost within the depths of his eyes and in knowing he was so close. No illusion played a part in this moment of time of her at his side. "If you can invade his thoughts, why can you not seek where the book may be kept?" An honest question as she fought to keep concentration on their plan rather than the closeness between them; it was quite a battle inside her head. This time when he touched her, although it held a frigid nature for a moment, it mattered not when her head tilted more into that touch. Stolen moments, those that would be cherished until a reality they would hopefully become. That was the fuel that drove her to strive for success. "If we could get to the book, then I won't have to follow through with the seduction." It wasn't something she looked forward to. Just the very idea of being touched by the Barbarian King did nauseate her, but it was her idea after all, and she would follow through if she must; know what they say about hindsight when volunteering to do something. Many times in the past, she had played a part in a like manner to achieve the ultimate goal. It didn't make it any easier to do, but a skill to be perfected to aide in her tasks. For now, she'd push away such foul thoughts and return to relishing in the moment she was being given.


There wasn't a greater feeling to him other than knowing how close she was. It led to the tantalizing thoughts of how much closer she could be once they accomplished their goal of claiming the book. Her question had a soft smile surfacing. "Looking for such within a powerful monster's mind is like looking for the exit in a labyrinth with several layers of floors. You can check turn by turn and door by door if you can overcome its psionic defenses. But, even so which one is the right one? It could take months if not years considering the age of the beast." He didn't like thinking about her in the art of seduction with someone else. It didn't sit well but he knew the purpose. "The only hints to locate the Ledger of Rituals is if he is led to think about it. I follow those thoughts till I find it." That lead to another great deal of thinking. "I believe I am stronger than he in the game of mental warfare. There is one small potential issue." Of course with the ups Osiris gave her the downs. "With this link there is a chance that I could become controlled. Considering he demands legions I can safely assume that he has mastered such a power. The longer I search the more apt it can happen." He could tell that being intimate with the Barbarian King wasn't sitting well with her. So, he decided to steal her thoughts by allowing his hand to slip through those long tresses to commandeer a reassuring smile. As such he couldn't stop at one; he went with two and even a swipe of the oral muscle before laying his head back down. "I should rest..." Hesitant in his words because he simply didn't want her to go anywhere. But, how could he keep her so close without causing her to freeze to death?


Eyes would slowly open and into his would she gaze once more. Listening as he explained the intricate workings of the creatures mind. Brows knit slightly in concentration of thought as all this was taken in and set to memory. Slowly she'd shift so she laid more upon her side facing him. Eyes again to close when he ran his fingers through his hair and silence to engulf them as another moment in time was mesmerized. These would be the memories she'd hold tightly to during difficult situations when emotions would need to be presented. Eyes would then open and a smile to form upon her lips, softening those features and reflected within pale hues. "You have one more thing going for you. Those he commands are dead and mindless creatures. You are neither of those." Like he, she wanted to remain, but knew such was impossible for obvious reasons. His words couldn't have come at a better time either. He was awakening a need that began to create that aching want that could lead to urges to be regretted later. "Get your sleep. I have something I must tend to before I find mine." Like a long swim in a cold lake. Her hand to move as it lightly touched his cheek, then fingers moved to caress it as they glanced over it. A forward lean to place a light brush of her lips against his. Then before he could do more, or cause her to pause in action, she was sliding away from him on that bed to then stand upon the opposite side. "I'll see you later this evening .." It being the morning of a new day, where had the night gone? On the move as she began to collect her clothing and put them back on; albeit a bit more slowly than normal and at this point she would tease with a bit of a show; why not?!


One more thing going for him? He canted his head lightly and he listened to what she wanted to say. "Very true." he said with an amused smirk. It was all he could do to keep his eyes focused on hers since she had turned to her side. She agreed with him and he pondered what more she had to do. Though, with Ekaterina it could have been a million different things and he dared not to plunge into her mind at the moment. She might not ever see the door if that was the case. His skull shifted to her touch and indulged with her blessing. She then followed up with a brush of her lips against his own and Osiris restrained because he knew they had to part. She was sliding away from him and gathering her stuff. All that time he kept his eyes above her chest. A true feat of strength that desire was slapping him in the face with. "Of course." As she started to put her clothes back on Osiris couldn't help himself. He looked and he looked hard, drinking in the vision of her with his eyes. She was such a d**n tease and she'd know it by the way his tongue swiped along the lower lip. "This is more of you than I've ever seen. Tease and taunt me with supple curves and sweet skin that leaves me wanting for more. A word of fair warning, Ekaterina." Osiris etched a smile as he watched her. "When we get that book. I'll make sure I return the favor." Such promises from the Tsol Raa. "Sweet dreams, Kat." There would be hell to pay for that little stunt!


A glance up at him and a playful smirk would form upon lips as she finished getting dressed. Moving to the door and pulling it open, here she would pause to look back at him. In a sense, she understood the feeling of being pulled in two directions. One part of her to run out the door, the other to return to that bed and into his arms. If frozen to death, at least it would be with a smile upon her lips and contentment. His comment had her grinning broadly. "When we get that book, I'll hold you to that." Playful wink. "And I’ll hold even more against you, literally." Leaving him with that thought. Oh yes, there would indeed be hell to pay, and both would be the Devil’s advocate in seeing that part through. Another moment to drink in the vision of him before she forced herself to step outside and close the door in her wake. For a moment, maybe two, for time seemed to cease at that moment, as she stood with the door pressed against her back, feeling the chill that came from within to work through the portals closure. Eyes closed and a deep breath taken. "One day.." A promise made to the air before her, and then she pushed from the door and made her way back down the stairs. To the stable to collect her horse and once lead outside, she'd mount upon it's back and begin to head away from the Inne, at a full gallop. Distance was needed to keep her from changing her mind, and she was putting it between she and that wanton desire as fast as she could.

[Osiris]

Osiris had awakened the day after his introduction with Randell and further plotting with Ekaterina. There was much to do and a dracolich's mind to reap. If it meant to keep the blonde Norse from the clutches of the Barbarian King there was no question to what must be done. The Tsol Raa had cleaned himself up and spent the first hour in meditation. What he attempted required an undisturbed focus and with such came the drop in temperature. Within the hour the room had nearly become encased within three inches of thick ice. The fire that once burned within the hearth no longer contained embers and his room became enveloped in the darkest of shadows. Even the windows frosted over. Icicles formed along the outside of his room and the knob of his door was like dry ice.

It was quiet and Osiris could not hear anything else beyond the sound of his four walls. It was exactly the type of environment he needed if he was to dominate the cerebral battlefield with an ancient foe. The purpose was to find the location to the Ledge of Rituals. However, with an assumed expansive world of knowledge gifted to the undead dragon Osiris knew that even such a simple spoken task was not as easily achieved. He took station in the middle of the room by the foot of the bed. Sheathed katana resting across his lap as he sat cross legged to maintain proper body stature. Both hands came to rest upon both sides of the deadly blade and his whiskey coated gaze shut to the world so that the mind's eye could seek out Durnehviir.

Several hours passed while the search for the great wyrm continued. By luck Osiris managed to lock onto the thought patterns of the creature and now it was a matter of binding his time. The Tsol Raa did not want to alert the powerful dracolich to his presence. As any assassin used the veil of night Osiris waited until the beast was focused upon another task. With the opportunity present the mind's eye progressed into the bony creature's encephalon and onward to the cognitive realm.

The dragon's defenses were unaware of his presence and this left Osiris the chance to see what they were up against.With a great deal of caution the Tsol Raa proceeded into the labyrinth of the old beast's mind. Step by leery step until he came across a fiery orb. He visually examined it before looking further down the dark depths into Durnehviir's secrets and wisdom. Both hands extended outward and he gripped the device lightly. It wasn't until Osiris delivered an additional psionic push that world he was in lit up and information began to coast like a fountain down the lengthy hallways.

Whispers, thoughts, and even some desires began to sift within the atmosphere and Osiris remained still. " Show me, Durnehviir. What are we up against? " Visions began to pour within the mind's eye. The dragon hadn't amassed just a legion. It was an entire army. The most wicked and terrifying creatures known to man had assembled beneath the banner of the Barbarian King. Trolls were forging their weapons, necromancers conjuring their power, and skeletal knights arming themselves. Perhaps this is why the Barbarian King had been so quiet these last few years. His solitude wasn't for peace but to build an empire of the corrupt and the d**ned.

This led to great concern from the Tsol Raa. The pact of his immortality made the situation more difficult. Such was not the only revelation. The Barbarian King had also compromised with the dracolich. While it was all intriguing Osiris was interested in the book. Where did this dragon stash it? " Where is it, Durnehviir? " Osiris left the orb in search for another clue to where the Ledge of Rituals could be. The hallway began to draw darker until there wasn't any light left to be seen. Durnehviir knew he had unwanted company...

" Oooosiiiiris, " hissed ominous chords. Gravely in their delivery while animosity rippled through the Tsol Raa's name. " You still search for the book? " The Dead One laughed at the attempts of Osiris.

" Durnehviir, " he replied serenely. " It seems you are more powerful now than you once were. I'd have believed the Red Dragonflight to have executed you upon your treachery. " Leaving the question about the book unanswered for now.

" They tried, Oooosiiiiris. But, they failed. They are all apart of my decaying legion now. A price they paid for raising their talons again me, their beloved champion. " The dracolich was not pleased with where Osiris was nor his statement.

" I see. It was your quest for immortality and thirst for power that gave them concern. You slew several as sacrificial lambs to your cause. You were becoming one of the very demons we fought in the war. " Osiris was in a bad spot and he knew it. " Salem held you in high regard. He sought to come here and remain loyal to the Barbarian King and his former champion. " A lick of distaste on the Tsol Raa's word.

" You invade my mind only to patronize me, Tsol Raa? You may have been the sword to have slain Baalistriz but we both know it was by my strength we prevailed! I am far greater than that pathetic demon could have ever dream to be. Even now what is left of his powerful army is congregating under my flag. " Anger. Typical of the breeds from the Red Dragonflight.

" Your army? You fight for a greedy, lustful king now. You are his flying pet. " This time it was Osiris who was laughing.

" Silence! I am the one in control and if it wasn't for me this neanderthal would be nothing more than a bag of bones beneath the snow. I have reclaimed this kingdom for hairless monkey. It is only right that I claim that power. " Durnehviir's angst gracing it's reptilian tongue.

" Then why compromise with him? For a mighty and powerful undead it seems he is a clutch to your life. Or, perhaps he has the book and you're afraid of what he might do with it. Does that terrify you, Dead One? " He was very careful with his choice of words. While conversing with the dracolich the Tsol Raa was looking for the way out.

" Do you mistake me for a fool? I would never allow such a buffoon to relinquish my hold on the book. In time his mortal life will pass and he will only have the one heir to the throne. All I have to do is protect him until that time. In exchange my own desire will be granted. " Durnehviir revealed himself through thought to the Tsol Raa at this time. The massive four-legged creature glaring it's pryoclastic eyes into the depths of the one before him.

" The years have not been kind to you, Durnehviir. " Saying such upon recognition of seeing the dragon's true features. It didn't reveal much more than it's skeletal visage but Osiris had no intentions of seeing more. " Your desire? You already have your immortality. What more did you wish for? "

" For the darkness to consume the very world you've sworn to protect. I want it to feel as I do and to suffer as I have. Justice in it's most true form. " Growls rumbled from the colossal beast.

" You know I cannot allow you to accomplish such. It is my duty to slay those of your kind when ambitions dictate an unfavorable destruction across the material plane. " There was a sigh. " It will all fall, Durnehviir. If not by my hand then by another. "

The dracolich laughed, " You speak as if I have no say in the matter, Osiris. "

Osiris lifted his head faintly so that he could stare within the eyes of the beast. " You don't. "

That couple of words infuriated the dracolich! Even within the safety of it's own mind it raged and narrowed it's ferocious gaze. " I will tear you asunder. No one talks to me as if I am some second rate creation. I am the god of the undead, the king of the dragons, and the soul bearer of the world! You will die by my hand, Osiris! " Such hostility.

" Bold titles for a pet lizard. I will be coming to reclaim what is mine, Durnehviir. You've the option to turn it over to me now or I will break you bone by bone until I have it. The choice is yours. " Even with the behemoth pitching a fit before him the Tsol Raa remained vigilantly calm. " Your king calls for you, pet. " There was laughter from the Tsol Raa before he pulled out from the thoughts of the Dead One.

" Your time will come, Tsol Raa. We'll see how much power you have when you become the pet. " Cynical laughter came to pass before the dragon returned to it's own matters. Just what had it done?

Within the physical realm Osiris came around. Both eyelids lifting so that he could take note of the frozen wonderland within his room. He felt exhausted with his verbal bout with the monstrosity. Yet, he could not help but harness a feeling that something wasn't right with him. Perhaps he was becoming ill? He was uncertain but he felt rest could overcome it. As such he pushed to his feet and placed his katana against the wall beside the hearth. As he turned and took two steps he fell to his knee with his hand coming to his head.

The pain was overwhelming even for him to bare. It felt as if had placed his head between the impact point of two butting moose. Both knees met the ground this time around and finally he collapsed to the floor.

[Ekaterina]

Due to the late hours she had kept the night before and into the early morning, she over slept into the day. The long hard ride back to the manor did little to offer relief from the thoughts that lingered within her mind. She opted out of going to the lake, instead filling a tub within her sitting room with temperate water and soaking till her skin pruned. It was after that she slept, exhausted from the squirmish at the bar and what transpired after. Now, it was time to begin preparing for the event to soon take place; traveling to the Barbarian Kings lands. With the art of seduction to be a part of the play, she needed to change a few things. She had devised an idea; her arrival would be unlike any others for impact of capturing attention. She'd arrive within the lands upon the back of her great equine, adorned in the leathers of her native lands. She may be a member of the dark cast, but in the eyes of her people she would be viewed as a warrior; thus to be the appearance she'd enter with. But, then to further lure an eye in her direction, there would have to be a change. She had a variety of gowns within her wardrobe at the manor, but nothing so elaborate as to wear to a royal affair. This night she was in the process of correcting that matter, and not an easy task by any means. She wasn't a woman of frills and bobbles, and the woman in the shop was giving her a slight headache as she continued to pile multitudes of the latest fashions before her. Most were too frilly for her taste, others much too revealing. She was going to seduce, not stand on a street corner and sell herself. A few had gained her favor, one gown of a rich forest green that had metallic threads of gold embroidered in the form of tiny oak leaves along the skirts hemline, the edging of belled sleeves, and the less than modest neckline. The second of ebony make, jagged lines embroidered in a blood red thread to decorate hemline, sleeves edges, and again a less than modest neckline. Not too much so to be considered vulgar, but enough to advertise what Odin blessed her with. At the moment it was the ebony gown which adorned her toned frame. The swell of skirts tapered to the slender waistline, making it seem smaller than it was. The tight bodice gave an upwards lift to bosom, the soft pillows of their top peeking just above the material that covered them. Belled sleeves covered arms and extended slightly past hands the way they hung. She was staring at herself in the mirror, the woman chattering about how well the gown fit her. The expression upon her features? One of a slight scowl at having to go to such elaborate lengths; she hated dresses and more so now!


The rewards of knowledge were beneficial. There were several pieces of the puzzle that Osiris was able to fill but where was Osiris now was a greater question? Radulfr and Lilly may have been the only two to have acknowledged the departure of the dark haired assassin. Leathers as black as night with Elven chain to match guarding the vitals. The obsidian cloak pulled over him and Osiris had not said a word to either which may have been odd. His feet were moving in haste and his path of travel was down toward the port city of Kiel. There wasn't a shade of flesh visible and he moved much like a shadow through the cracks and crevices of the city. For hours there would not be a trace of him to be found. That was until a guardsman pulled him out on suspicion. It was his attire of course. The vibe that coursed around seemed very volatile and the Tsol Raa canted his head faintly. The frost branded blade tipping at the ground and his gloved hand extended outward as if to taunt the guard. As the guard approached it seemed like Osiris hadn't even moved when the severed limbs of the patrolman began to fall. There wasn't even time for him to scream with the swift removal of the head from the shoulders. Evidence of what just happened remained stained on his arctic blade and with a flick of the wrist the excess spotted the ground with crimson. Onlookers did as any crowd would. Shout and holler for more guards and fret for their lives. The Tsol Raa remained stationary and as he lifted his focus toward the newest arrival of his scenario Osiris met them with pyroclastic optics. The only feature emerging from beneath the hood. The odds appeared in their favor. If only they knew what they were up against.

She was about to protest about just how low the neckline was, when she heard the raised voices and people running on the streets. This had her head turn to take note of what was going on. No time to change, she'd just grab her sword and dagger from her armor that laid across the back of the changing rooms setae. Out the door she ran, skirts swirling about bare feet as she moved. It took a moment for her to figure out what direction to go in. Some were heading towards, whilst others were running away and some were screaming. A furrow of brows, and now she was heading in the direction from where the ruckus seemed to be taking place. The men she hired to patrol the streets of the port were seasoned men, mercenaries and warriors who lost the stomach to fight for those they held little or no respect. So to hear such chaos did urge her onwards a bit faster, to find out what was happening. Perhaps it was the wanna-be assassin who made the attempt on Randell's life last night. That would be too sweet, to gain her vengeance upon the street this night. One thing she was not prepared for, nor would she ever have thought to be, was the vision that stood before her as she made her approach. Slowly the crowd parted as she began to near, her men were falling in at her sides and slowly making a perimeter about the dark figure. It took a moment for her to truly recognize him, but recognize him she did. There stood Osiris, one of her men dead at his feet and blood still dripping from his blade. "Osiris?" Puzzlement the mask that formed upon features, her voice held an uncertain tone. However, it did not keep her mind from thinking ahead. Something was wrong here; seriously so, to the point red flags and warning sirens were popping up in her head. A hand rose to still her men from moving forward, knowing if they did he would slaughter them were they stood. "Back up, move the crowd back also." A command that filtered through the gathering group. She stood before him cursing the fact she was adorned in a gown. Bad enough she had to face the man who taught her what she knew, and his other abilities to which she had nothing to counter against. Icy shards of blue would turn to rest upon the man. Sword gripped in left hand, long bladed dagger in right. She wouldn't let her guard down with him, and for good reason, she wanted to live.

Bloodbath, Osiris wasn't a man of violence unless it came to such terms. However, this image of him was something entirely different. Osiris was standing firm and strong. The perimeter around him did nothing to deter his stance. The tip of his blade remained pointed toward the ground. His hand tightened around the hilt as if he was preparing for any sort of assault against his person. A sadistic smirk crossing over his facade as if expecting such. The katana began to lift and halted the moment he had heard his name. Gradually, Osiris turned his head and those very fiery optics fixated upon Ekaterina. They swirled with violent intent and he turned fully to face her. The group had begun to back away from him and he acknowledged such with a sweep of his gaze. With his free hand he shifted his hood back to reveal his face. Dark tresses falling to shoulder length but there was several indications he was not the same man who had tended to her the previous evening. Well, at least not in the same mind. The right side of his face became full of thaumaturgical power even allowing some of its energy to escape from the sockets of his eyes. Small and faint bridges of vein held a lava-spectrum of hue and they intensified upon seeing her hands branding weapons. He was silent as he locked eyes with the woman. Sparks of electricity began to circumnavigate the edge of the blade while he took a step back. The other hand had taunted her to come forth to try her luck. A maniacal smirk residing upon his lips further mocking her.


For a long moment she stood there staring at him and it was at this time those delicate features became stoic in nature and eyes emotionless. Icy shards of blue would meet and hold that mix matched gaze, although peripheral would be utilized in viewing the rest. This is what allowed the sparks to be noticed. In the back of her mind, realization dawned upon her. Remembering what Osiris had said his one task was to be this day, and explaining what could happen. It was then she remembered another situation, and though there were no ties on either side that made it a blood pact, it had to be done. Her mind, if he tried to caress it out of curiosity, would be a vision of a massive mountain created of ice and snow. A frigid existence, a personification as cold as ice; ironic eh? Though it was just the illusion created within her mind for those that might try to probe further. It was then her arms lifted to either side, an showing of hands when they reached shoulders height and weapons were dropped. After hearing the thud of them falling to either side, it was only then she'd take a step forward. "Is it time for me to message your back?" Soft purr of words, head tilted slightly to the right causing that long flaxen mane to drift over shoulders and brush against her cheek. Half the distance between them to be closed before she'd halt and arms would lower to her side. "Or should I take you to the hot springs and bathe you?" Cooing softly towards him.

Osiris just held a very tight air of hostility. The atmosphere foretold the calm before the storm. An internal battle was being waged and those eyes were sharply upon her. She began to lift her arms and Osiris's right foot shifted back as if he was poised to strike. The right arm coming to curve lightly while the left kept the blade pointing toward the ground. But, she then dropped her weapons and it was by the integrated code of honor that his own was sheathed. However, that didn't mean he could strike her faster than a rattlesnake. She was moving forward and Osiris was fighting to reclaim control over his thoughts. He stepped closer to her allowing his hands to fall. Despite her questions she received no answer. Ekaterina's voice was soothing and it was helping. She was much closer than she had been earlier and the wild expulsion of energy from his eyes began to simmer. Perhaps she was reaching him. She was within arm’s reach and her last inquire had him breathing in deeply. She was drawn in much closer and Osiris even came to place his arms around her. The side of his face gracing her own and even the feeling of him closing his eyes could be felt. That was until he heard movement from behind her and out of reaction Osiris attempted to flip her backwards by lifting his right hand toward the center of her chest and utilizing his foot add momentum. If at all successful she'd find herself looking up toward the very end of his katana with his eyes set upon the culprit who shifted.

[Ekaterina]

She knew what was said and witnessed by those around her would come back to haunt her. It was taking place in the midst of a crowd, and tongues loved to wag when it came to information about her. If she had doubted the fact the man she approached was Osiris in totality, it was removed when the final distance was closed. His arms wrapped about her, the feeling of his cheek as it brushed against the soft flesh of her own. A hitch of breath to catch in her throat, to a man it would have sounded as that in which a woman makes when touched in a special way. It was the warmth. No chill ebbed along her skin when he embraced her, and his scent was a bit off as was the thermic actions taking place. Hands began to rise to rest against his chest when the situation went out of control. Feeling his hand upon her chest, she tried to reach out instinctively to try and grab ahold of a part of his form. A grip on his arm would aid so that she didn't hit the ground with full force; breaking her fall slightly. But on the ground she was, flat on her back, with the tip of a sword poised in position to strike. She didn't dare look to see what the cause of the situation was; those icy shards of blue maintained a fixed hold upon his eyes as he looked off. The culprit? It was a small clutch of street urchins looking to get a better view of the situation. Hoping to see blood, as was the way of those that lived off the streets. They froze in place, wide eyed and mouths agape when they see what happened to the lady in black. As for she, it was upon her back on the ground she still remained, looking up at him. "Osiris, last night you spent the evening with your hands upon my bared back, relieving the injury and pain of the attack in the Inne. Now you've created more." Attempting to draw upon memories, visions she hoped would be as impactful to him as they were to her.

Focus intently fastened to the small mass of people. Ekaterina was wise not to move to fast while his attention remains parted. There was this rigid urge to slash their throats and paint the building walls in shades of crimson. Although, another part of him fought ever single step of the way. He heard his name called again and there was a twitch that causes his head to snap down to face her. Osiris pushed the blade closer to where it's very tip pressed just enough to sting against her jugular but not enough to draw blood. The intense cold from the weapon emitting breaths of chilled air all on its own. His hand tightened like he was getting ready to thrust that blade in the whole way. But, his hand lifted instead and it trembled. It fell from his grip and Osiris fell to his knees. The side of his face began to resume its state of humanity and twin pools of molten fury slowly began their transition. He only lowered his head and perspiration dotted his forehead like a fever had just broken. A deep breathe before he looked to the side and onto the poor soul who had crossed his path a few moments prior. He couldn't find the words to say. It just felt so surreal. Awakened within a dream to discover it to be a reality. While there was aggravation present within his facade there was a rush of many other emotions that marred his visage as well. He knew what had happened but as Kat had the other night. It irritated him to know that something had got the better of him for one round.


Feeling the sharp bite of metal against her throat, still her eyes maintained their hold upon him. Never looking away, never showing a shred of fear, even though she knew any second her life would end. Just as she thought she'd be joining her father to toast a drink in the Halls of Valhalla, it didn't happen. The blade fell to the wayside and Osiris to his knees. She noted a motion from some of her men that were prepared to pounce, but she'd hold up a hand to still further action. She'd wait a long moment; the crowd held baited breath, waiting that moment of bloodshed to be witnessed. Even though things seemed to return to natural state, her guard to remain in place as she slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position upon the ground. "A cup of tea?" So casual were those words spoken, it was then she'd slowly rise to her feet and absently brushing the dirt from the now ruined skirt of that gown; guess she'd be buying that one. It was then she'd turn to face towards him, right hand to be offered out for his to take if he so chose.

Thoughts rushed through his skull like a whirlwind. He lowered his head so that he could close his eyes and find some sense of clarity. It was a much needed element so that his angst was not triggered. The world attempted to be forgotten until the question of tea had shifted through his ears. In reaction he lifted his head and brought the pair of almond shades to rest onto Ekaterina. She said it like this was an everyday thing. Normal. The offered hand stared at for a second before he reached to take it. "Yes, tea." He was still making sense of everything. Then, he noticed her gown and he looked at her with a bit of surprise in his eyes. "It wasn't your style anyway." There was an attempt to smile but it didn't last long. It wasn't so much being controlled as it was knowing the great deal of destruction he could have caused. Osiris had a conscience and it often weighed upon his shoulders. Something of that magnitude could have become much more tragic if Ekaterina had not been there to offer those hints of whom he was.


Lips fixed into the formation of the sweetest of smiles. "I had that very thought, but due to your hands, it seems I'm going to be stuck with it." Light tease in her tone. "Thus, I believe it should be from your purse the coin should come for its payment." The crowd began to disburse, but her men were chomping at the bit to get their hands on Osiris. Kat's words and actions did stump them though. Looking to two of her men, the most senior of the guard. "Take one of my longboats; offer it as a donation to his family for his pyre. Also be sure they are given the cost of a year’s labor in compensation for his loss." The men would nod and set to the task of collecting the body parts, and carrying out her instructions (orders) without question. Did they all seem too casual about the death? Perhaps. Collateral damage, it was the name of the game when it came to positions that lived by use of the blade. Taking his hand and a grip would be placed upon it. Holding it as long as she was able before she'd have to release. Guiding him to the side where a man handed over her weapons to her. She and the man’s eyes met, he'd then nod and move off. Telepathy? Or perhaps they were a closer knit group than any realized. It was then she led him towards the boutique where she'd have to pay for the gown and collect her own belongings. "Do you have control now? Or will this be something I'll have to worry will happen again?" Walking at his side, her eyes remained fixed before her. Passing small groups, the two were getting some strange looks, and then heads bent to whisper. If she noticed, she didn't let on as the made their way the short distance to the shop.


He could feel their hungry eyes upon him. The desire burning within them to settle the score. Osiris could not fault any of them. If the position was reversed he would have wished the same. Kat mentioned about him paying for the gown but she didn't get a response. His gaze had been fastened to the senor guardsman. She had given them their orders and Osiris didn't both picking up his weapon. She had his hand however and upon the grip she got a look from him. Even so, they were still on the move until they met a man who had her weapons. He watched their exchange but said nothing. The question of control had him looking forward and in his direction of travel. "Yes." it was said matter of factually. He could feel the eyes of the people beginning to consume them. Once more the stares seeking to pierce and pin. He remained quiet during the duration of their trek toward the boutique. He could hear the thoughts from the people around them. Monster... Murderer... The family of the man he had slaughtered. Ekaterina had taken care of them in a good way but something bothered him about it still. He reached to his side and pulled several heavy platinum pieces. They shined brighter than gold and had three times the weight as a normal coin typically did. They were handed to her by the hand she didn't currently own.

A pause at the door when she felt the weight of the coins pressed into her hand. Icy shards would lower to said hand, and only now raise to rest upon him. It was more than necessary by far, but sometimes ones conscience had to be unburdened and she assumed this was his way of trying to start. "Wait here, I'll be but a moment." Giving his hand a gentle squeeze before slipping into the small shop. Inside she tended to the payment of the ruined dress and arranged to have the green one, and a few others that touched her favor to be delivered to her manor on the cliffs. A note then signed, to be paid upon delivery of her purchases. "Also have my weapons and leathers delivered at the same time." She chose to remain in the tattered dress of midnight black, perhaps for a symbolic reason. Or because he just purchased it for her, so he might as well enjoy seeing it? As for those coins, she would put them on account for the immediate family of the man. To have proper outfits fashioned for them that would be befitting the burial of their loved one, and worn on special occasions at a later date.

While Kat tended to her business, Osiris would see a young whelp of a lad slowly approaching him. The boy looked as if torn between turning to run, or to continue forward. And a brave boy he was, for he walked right up to Osiris and looked up at him. "Mister...?" Inquired after a moment of trying to find his voice. "I think ya forgot something." Stated as a hand moved from behind him to offer up Osiris' blade.