onetwothree wrote:Baeron would linger infront of the strangers table, his posture remaining calm as silence is needlessly drawn out. He very well knew how to deal with a drows arrogance, after all he was quite arrogant himself. Once offered to sit down he would do so slowly, stretching out the scene himself. Now sitting infront of the unknown male Drow he would try to make out anything remarkable on him that would perhaps hint towards his affilitations, religious or of other nature.
DM Arrakeen wrote:Noting the other male's behavior, the observer's lips quirked slightly. Undisturbed by the custom-dictated games, he lifted the goblet and let its rim touch his lips, while the red gaze remained on the new interlocutor.
Baeron noticed that the drow seated across from him was dressed in well-fitting, quality attire - most likely spider silk and other expensive fabrics - which was yet another hint at the jaluk's wealth. At the same time, however, it was apparent that his clothes weren't just for show, they were practical and chosen with care. Even up close, Baeron was unable to find any insignia or symbols that could hint at the observer's affiliation religious or mercantile. Lack of any emblems whatsoever could perhaps be a message on its own.
onetwothree wrote:Once the stranger was done speaking, Baeron would lean back before responding ...
"Assurance that this task is carried out by a drow and not passed down to some orc or gnome who'd fail by very high chance. You'd also keep your gold. Dead spiders are payment enough." ... he pauses for a moment, turning his head, a snort of contempt towards the drowess at the bar ... "Unless you prefer them alive ..."
///If Baeron is attempting to look at the drowess mentioned by me earlier, she left Glouras before Daug, but we can assume he's looking at some other priestess as well.///
It was the observer's turn to inspect Baeron closely for any insignia while the male spoke.
"Business is business. Pay must change hands for services rendered whether we include side benefits or not," jaluk declared in a tone that left no room for argument. "Obviously, drow are more capable where certain tasks are concerned," the observer nodded and continued, "but contrahent's race is not the only variable one must take into account. What else do you bring to the table? What resources do you have at your disposal? Surely," the drow male smirked, "you can't be as arrogant as to think you can do alone what seasoned group of drow mercenaries could not?"
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DM Arrakeen wrote:"Business is business. Pay must change hands for services rendered whether we include side benefits or not," jaluk declared in a tone that left no room for argument. "Obviously, drow are more capable where certain tasks are concerned," the observer nodded and continued, "but contrahent's race is not the only variable one must take into account. What else do you bring to the table? What resources do you have at your disposal? Surely," the drow male smirked, "you can't be as arrogant as to think you can do alone what seasoned group of drow mercenaries could not?"
Baeron would appear as a rather small sized male drow with shoulder-long white hair worn as a ponytail. A large scar running across his left eye. Clad in a chainshirt made out of mithril barely visible beneath a seemingly worn out tunic in black and white colors. A finely crafted rapier attached onto his belt, alongside a few small pouches made out of rothe-leather. Other than a necklace with a black pearl as its pendant he does not bear any insignia or similiar that could hint towards any affiliations.
Dead spiders are a neccessity, not business. You see, i whether have the time nor the patience to convince you that you should invest your gold in me rather than Bregan D'aerthe, simply because i couldn't care less about your gold. Spend it on mercenaries if you wish to do so.
... his eyes fixed onto the stranger while he pauses for a moments before he goes on ...
Perhaps i have mistaken you for something you are not and your only motivation is of materialistic nature. I suppose whatever you wish to get back is quite valueable, xas? Fine wine and exquisite fabre is quite expensive, indeed. I advise you negotiate a worthwile deal with Bregan or else you might end up spending more gold on them than you will get back. Should they be successful, that is.
DM Arrakeen wrote:The observer committed the details noticed to memory and didn't interrupt Baeron's speech. He sat silently, focused on words that were spoken. When the time came his response was measured, though his gaze remained shrewd and slightly narrowed.
"You should never approach a potential business partner without a spiel ready. You are weakening your position by trying to appear nonchalant and by claiming you can't even bother with convincing me. That alone tells me you're all talk, no plan other than a borderline fanatic need to show the females you can best them," he leaned forward slightly, red irises gleamed. "If you allow your passions to dictate how you do business, you're no better than the spiders. Not to mention, with that attitude you're going to end up splayed on their altar chocking on your blood sooner rather than later," the observer remarked sharply then paused for a moment, sat back and tilted his head.
"Dead spiders are business. War is business. Survival is business. Betrayal is business. Religion is business. Whether you realize it or not. And I wouldn't be in business for so long if I made a habit out of accepting free work from fanatics. Free services quickly turn into favors, and favors turn into daggers," jaluk folded his hands back on the tome in front of him. "Right now I need a well organized, prepared group to perform a retrieval, but if I'm ever in need of a simple spider body count, I'll let you know," the observer smirked and reached for the wine, letting the goblet touch his lips.
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"I am not interested in games. Nor do i view this as potential business. You dissappoint me, drow. Wealth the only reason you keep looking after your back when crossing a dark alley. Such a waste. it is a pity i cant put blame on you however, it is the way we are raised. Always a knife in reach, xas?"
Baerons right hand would reach into one of the leather bags attached to his belt, he takes out a small purse and dismissively leaves it on the table. The sound clearly suggesting metal inside.
"This should cover your expenses here, drow. Without a doubt you'll need all the gold still on you."
The small drow would stand up from his chair before moving out of the tavern, keeping his calm throughout. His mind somewhere else before he reached the door ...
DM Arrakeen wrote:The observer's expression remained unchanged throughout the remainder of their exchange. His sharp gaze moved between the smaller jaluk and the pouch he tossed onto the table then followed Baeron's departure.
"Aren't I glad that the era of ignorant youth has long since abandoned me," he murmured to himself in dry amusement. Aware of the eyes of others drawn to the scene, drow opened the book and refocused his attention on the tome's contents.
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Word spreads that a group of surface adventurers met their demise in the Underdark. Apparently a prisoner was taken by the house Sshamath unit that was formerly Dev'lin, and the said adventurers had the audacity to try to rescue the prisoner. A plethora of blood would be seen, and suffering heard outside of the House after a battle took place.
Whispers of the Faern Jys'Ssysynstra walking out of her house with a headless elf, being colored red from her hair to her toes, as well as her armor begin to circulate. Word is that this is the second elf who has met a complete end, that won't ever walk these lands again within two cycles. She is seen returning some time later, with another Faern and re-entering the compound enraged.
Word is she wants information on a Darthiir mage, with dark colors and a Red Stone on his staff, as well as a man captured named Sirion. Dead or Alive.
The Faern Jys'Ssysynstra Sshamath is seen giving a speach upon the ramp near the Temple of Lolth. She speaks out loudly to the citizens of Sshamath, in an authoritative voice to seek their attention.
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"Drow of Sshamath!:
Years of peace, safety, and prosperity is coming to an end. A year of great decisions is upon us, and in this grave period I have come to personally speak to you as a representative of Quel'lar Sshamath Ter'rol unit! Additionally, any other Underdark race that rightfully belongs here, should hear what I have to say and take notes of what is upon us in the present and future.
We have made decisions within our house, and have upheld doing what we can to bring prosperity and power to our people and city! The kivvil have constantly came, traded, and bartered. I would like to present to you recent facts, before you hear false accusations presented by those who would see you cought unaware, and take advantage of you.
We were recently hired to enact an elimination of a human man upon the surface, where my soldiers will fearlessly travel to ensure that no threats to trade will come our way. We upheld our end of the bargain, and were payed to eliminate the man and did so efficiently. However, the kivvil band you have seen not but a few cycles ago that came here under the falseness of trade used the amnesty we have so graciously provided them as a haven in the Underdark to facilitate safe trade and prosperity, were lead by an Eilistraeeian to the Sshamath Ter'rol compound. They came with threats, and demands when we were willing to negotiate. As a result they launched an attack upon our compound, and our noble defenders held them at bay eliminating the threat!"
*She stops, and takes a moment to scan down at the people, taking a deep breath as her face portrays one of regret.*
"One escaped, and told the tale. Afterwards, Darthiir and kivvil have mounted unprovoked attacks upon us on the abyssmal cave of the great fireball, as we were traveling to secure goods from one of the few surface cities that is of worth. Once again, Quel'lar Sshamath Ter'Rol soldiers prevailed, and defended themselves with nobility. The result was many kivvil attackers slain, and the flow of goods and trade that we sought was kept. However, two of the prisoner Darthiir who cursed us and swore to kill us, fell into our hands.
We took our decisions very seriously, and considered many factors on what to do with the prisoners. The facts we must look at is that kivvil are now claiming trade, and launching assaults on Drow outside of the city for vengeance and to steal from us! They claim to be open to trade when they are here, yet I challenge all of you! Just one of you set foot in the Hell above and claim "Trade". See what they will do to you, and have done to our people.
These unprovoked attacks upon us with utilization of lies and deceiving us is unforgivable! They spit upon the amnesty we have provided, and have harmed our trade routes. They are getting bold, and striking out at our kin who they can't bend to use. With our past difference between Lolthites, Mages, non-drow I am pleading to you, set them aside and come together. Regardless of faith, magic, race, the Underdark is our home! Trade is our right, and prosperity must be gained! Know this, that any kivvil seen attacking -any- race or -any- faith of the Underdark, will be met with the full might of Quel'lar Sshamaths Ter'rol, and we will defend you without demand of payment or any expectations from you. We will stand for the city, and defend it from this outside threat.
From this point on, our compounds entrance area is open to any who seeks haven from a threat that belongs in the Underdark. You will not be permitted deeper into the compound, but you will be sheltered and defended by our soldiers in that area! As I have been enlightened upon the need for unity now, I also must warn you not to set foot on the land above without an escort. The kivvil show their same bloodthirst that forced us below and a lack of mercy. They come not to barter, not to trade, but to demand.
With this in mind I gave the recommendation, and our Yath agreed to summarily execute the Darthiir prisoners. We can not bend the knee to demands and threats, we will not bend the knee! For those of you who think peace can be achieved, I bent my own beliefs and ways to offer a peace proposal to the Darthiir and Kivvil.
Upon this last cycle, we agreed to allow a Kivvil ambassador into our compound, to view that their people who attacked us were in fact dead. We held true to our word, and did not lift an insult or bring harm to them. We escorted them in, and out. Upon the execution of the last prisoner, it was requested and I complied with an offer where I would receive amnesty to return their remains for whatever reason to the Darthiir. I was guaranteed safety, and to not be attacked or harmed. I accepted this agreement with hopes that this would end, and that we would not have to go to the extents we would. The Darthiir and their clique that supports and controls them however set an ambush. My soldier and I delivered our promise, and through hostile contact we evaded and escaped the attackers."
*She stops again, taking in a deep breath as her expression portrays resolution now, speaking louder to the crowd with more conviction.*
"It has become clear that this conflict will have to be fought through to the end, contrary to all logic and necessity. You, the people who belong here, know that we detest half-hearted and weak decisions. The kivvil have declared that none of us are to be spared in this, and I am thankful that the Yath have trusted me to lead our forces in defense of you. I will not fail you, and I will not back away when this gets difficult. Understand that it will get difficult. This conflict won't be easy, and could very well spill to our doorstep. You will have kivvil attack you, and slay you in the Underdark. They will manipulate you, and offer friendship. If you believe for a moment that their hearts are true to that, then step foot above and see where that friendship will lead.
Our Quel'lars people and soldiers will work and fight not for themselves, but for the people of the Underdark and we will assist their prosperity! Not a single one of us will shy from that task, and we will take it on with conviction as we know what fate awaits those of you who are tricked by the kivvil."
*Glances over some notes on a paper for a moment, then nods and looks back out*
"It has also come to our attention that Bregan D'Aerthe has offered support to those who would harm us. I will not address this further, but I encourage you Bregan, come speak to me so that we may prevent bloodshed between our own people. I do not want to have conflict with you, and I would like that we could solve this as the rightful Underdark races between each other.
What I ask of the rest of you, when you need something let us know. Do not get complacent in this upcoming struggle. And if you see a Kivvil or race that does not belong in the Underdark, SLAY IT. Kill it before it uses its lies and slander to attack one of us. Look left and right, at what this great city has brought. From the spires of the schools to the bazaars of trade, we will continue to prosper. We have bowed too much to their demands in the past, but know our defensive capabilities have changed and we will meet these attackers with violence and aggression like this world has never seen.
We do have some support outside of our race, as the Zhentarim trade routes flow goods to the Underdark, and have upheld their agreement. A surface city of Soubar does not rally against us, and I encourage the people to facilitate trade through these entities. Darkhold has spread it's web to the very city of Baldur's Gate, which is home to those who would do us harm and destroy us. Darkhold has stood as a bastion against the forces that would slaughter all of us without question, and still stands. Know that their convoys will receive any support from us that they can to ensure that these hostile Kivvil do not interfere with the trade of theirs. Aside from the Zhentilars, no one else will set foot in this land with true intent. When you see the human, the dwarf, *Sneers and emphasizes* the Darthiir. Those that do not belong in the Underdark. Outside of this city strike them down so we may crush this disease and upon beholding a unified Underdark they will back down, they will cower. They... will... break.
Upon successful defense of our lands, Quel'lar Sshamaths Ter'rol will spread and ensure to facilitate more exotic and intricate goods into the land. We will use our resources to bring further prosperity to all of us! So that every single race here can afford a piwafwi! So that your pockets overflow with Plak'la! So that the city can make magical breakthroughs beyond what you could imagine! We will facilitate that, and stay unified. All of this is possible, because of our people.
As I earlier quoted on the success of Darkhold, they did not do it alone. Proud drow assisted them in reclaiming the fortress, and making it what it is today! If we could create that, imagine what a truly unified Underdark could create. I set aside my differences with many of your kind and races, and extend my hand to you to join us as brothers and sisters in this. No rightful citizen shall be turned aside, or betrayed. To the mages of the towers, know that my words are true, and I speak for the interest of all."
*She sighs softly, and smiles forward to those gathered*
"Finally, how do you help right now? As I said before, and can not reiterate enough. DEFEND OUR LAND. From this point forth any Kivvil who does not rightfully belong here, and does not proof that they are a contact of the Conclaves or a recognized Quel'lars, will be struck down hence-forth without mercy. I encourage you all to join me in this, so that they realize this isn't where they come to oppress us further. They forced us underground. They betrayed us. They spit upon our trade. And now, they will pay for it. We will thrive, and survive. We are the strongest of all the lands, and the heirs of great power down to the last one of you who has nothing right now. When the thought of tolerating one of these invaders, remember their recent actions and their true colors. Look around you, and think about what you have gained and what you could gain. Bring me the head of a Kivvil, and you will be rewarded and recognized as the trophy decorates the walls. And lastly, do not forget we are one people, and they are not our people. The time for mercy is over, and I will be the executioner."
*Finally she thunders out to the crowd*
"TOLERANCE IS TREASON!"
*With that, she steps off the ramp and sets off with a determined look- appearing ready for what is to come.*
a tailed figure watching and listening to the speech of , listening to it through a neutrality, fingers idle at the scar at her throat hands clenching, before the closing she turns on her heel and departs. having but the idea that her neutrality was coming to a close within the underdark, was a shame to the figure thought of it as much home as ever.
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A golden-haired drow with blue eyes and gold-white attire listened to the whole speech, with a sneer. He would be easily recognizable as Conjurer Vesche, the leader of the Sshamath chapter of Bregan D'aerthe. Anyone standing nearby would overhear at the end...
"House Sshamath ought to be careful with taking in the traitors of former House Dev'lin. This is beginning to sound like another traitor-speech. Full of errors and misconceptions, to boot."
Power is the most persuasive rhetoric. Friedrich von Schiller
A hooded male watches from the crowd, listening closely to each of her words. Calculating. As the speech comes to an end, a silent nod is given to certain individuals standing close. They throw off their hoods, revealing themselves as the Charnag Maelthra. The male also pulls his back as he approaches the ramp which Jys'Ssysynstra spoke from. Sengo Vrinn, Sut'trinos of the Charnag Maelthra slowly claps his hands. The spectators look to him and upon going quiet, part to the sides while he moves forward. The city goes deathly quiet.
"Ah, Jys'Ssysynstra Dev'lin, the traitor... Or is it Jys'Ssysynstra Sshamath now?"A chuckle escapes from his lips."Once a traitor, always a traitor as I see it. Your little speech doesn't help too much either."He steps up onto the ramp and turn to the crowd. Sengo's head remains locked on Jys'Ssysynstra though."Let's look at a more logical scenario of what happened, shall we?"
"Your soldiers 'fearlessly' travel to protect trade, or is it, you claim they do while you pillage and raid upon them? Immediately after claiming this, you go on about going to kill one of them. How does that protect trade? It doesn't, you are grandstanding for the audience. Do you want to know why these Kivvil came?"He points an accusing finger at her."Because of you. It was either for vengeance or more likely, for the release of prisoners that you took. They did not come for trade, they came because of your reckless hostilities that endanger the entire city!"
"Any foolish enough to fall for your offer of shelter within your compound are assuredly seeking a death wish. Your words are venom, words that seek to poison the minds of those who do not remember your past. This woman, this Jys'Ssysynstra Sshamath waged war against Sshamath. She attacked and killed men who only sought to keep the peace and prevent her from taking a female wizard she kept as a slave!"The crowd whispers amongst itself."She did it, in the name of Lolth! The very same name invoked by the cruel mistresses that held our ancestors hostage until we rose up. We, the proud Sshamath people, will not fall under her influence again."
Sengo's attention turns towards the people now. "The laws remain! The Kivvil shall remain unharmed within Sshamath's boundaries. What Jys'Ssysynstra seeks to do is unravel our society, create chaos just as her queen demands! Her lies will not be tolerated. The time has come to call for the removal of Bel'iira Sshamath from the Conclave! It was a mistake to ever see her put on, a reminder for many of her cruel ways. Use this as the stone to repair the foundation that is Sshamath. Speak to the leaders of your schools, urge them to remove Bel'iira from a seat of power which she abuses. Let us show her, that the people of Sshamath are PAWNS NO MORE!"
Sengo raises a triumphant fist into the air. The majority of the crowd erupt into cheers while plenty of them remain silent, indecisive on the matter. Only a small amount of the crowd scowl in anger, some of them walking away in disgust. Sengo Vrinn departs shortly after, the crowd dispersing with him.
Wirg to Pug: "Iz lat dun?"
Pugratix to a snarky militia man: "Mmmm. Not yet. I will live for hundreds of years and be heralded as one of the greatest forces of destruction on the face of the world. The only thing you can destroy is the outhouse."
*As Sengo speaks, Jys only shakes her head to his words*
"It truly is disappointing that you pretend to have listened, and twist the words to further endanger them. We have stated we will not touch them in Sshamath, but in the tunnels they are fair. You interfered in a war where you had no business, and now I will defend these people since the time for unity has come. You still deny it, but those surfacers did attack us over a prisoner that was rightfully taken. Feel free to inspect our stores, and see what we have pillaged from the surface. You will find it quite lacking."
