RP:A Second Request and a Second Test
Tenebrae || The temple was in vast upheaval. Sour-faced ancients hobbled through its doors into the graveyard, their stickish arms loaded with scrolls, bundles of dry bones, sickly-scented herbs and powders in jars. Younger acolytes groaned under the weight of furnishings or altar-stones. It seemed there was an exodus of some sort occurring among the faithful here this day. Cowled figures scurried all about like strange ants– and amid them all was a pale woman in scarlet, her hair a black fall of silk, her eyes the hue of peridot and sharp as nails as she eyeballed them all, speaking orders here and there, pointing a lot, imparting warnings of what would happen if any of them forgot something. Only the central altar remained untouched as yet, and it was on that she sat now, quieting. There was much to do, and think about..
Anton side steps one of the Acolytes as he and another human. The smell of cheap women and cheaper liquor surrounds the necromancers guest into the god of deaths temple. The two quietly press inward into the central alter until the pale woman was spotted. As if caught off guard, the masked mage lowers his head into a bow, not knowing for exact certainty to whom he was gazing upon, but knowing of the rumors one could deduce down to two women who would hold position in such a place, and with both deserving of his respect the necromancer lowers his gaze and inclines his head in a deep bow. “M'lady,” he says with high regard. He then remembers his “guest” and quickly tries to distance himself from “it”. “Lower your head your fool, or you may not even find yourself fitting for the purpose you were brought here for.” The drunk unaware of where he was let alone who he was gazing upon hiccups before bowing slightly then loosing his balance and falling over on the middle of the ground.
Tenebrae ’s fathomless, pale gaze fell upon Anton and his guest, as these two were the only beings here not presently busy doing her bidding. “Yes. What is it?” she said, her attention already wandering to the removal of several large cages from the temple’s lower regions. The screams of sacrifices rang loud here, this day, all killed off to save having to move them. After all, therer were plenty more where they came from…
Anton : It was for the addition to the sacrifices that the guest was brought here. “Be gone.” the necromancer glares at the drunk, unmoving from his drunken stupor. Annoyed, and trying to save face Anton places a gloved hand upon the skin and mumbles a quick spell. Quickly awoken as if brought back by a night terror, sweat pouring down his features, eyes white the man quickly gathers his composure then runs out of the temple as if he had the fear of the gods put in his steps. Anton remains head bowed “Forgive me, I didn't think I would be bothering anyone,” he pauses then changes the route of his statement. “But I'm glad I have, your a hard woman to find, even when one is looking for you.” his tone still deep with respect, but with an added touch of commonality.
Tenebrae raised one slender, black brow over its green eye. “Yes, yes. But what do you –want-?” She watched the drunk stagger out. “The temple is getting.. well, a bit of an overhaul very soon.” Her heinous biznitch face softens to something more lovely, at the thought of that. “It’ll incorporate the Necromancer’s Guild Hall.”
Anton steps out of the way allowing for an acolyte looking like he was carrying something rather heavy. “It is due to the guild that I find myself looking for you. I am Anton, born of this city, and I seek to join the Necromatic guild. And a pleasure it is to finally make your acquaintance.” figuring it best not to waste any more of her time.
Tenebrae was suddenly a little less dismissive, “Oh,” said the lady of darkness, focussing on Anton wholly now, which is not an entirely comfortable experience for many people, “Well you’re welcome to meet me for a test in the graveyard later.. Of course, we choose only those who show promise. First, I’d like a letter formally requesting entrance, for the paperwork of it, including what you intend to bring to the Guild. After that is accepted, and the test, if you do well you will duly admitted.”
Anton stands confidently, if any unpleasantness was felt it surly didn't show in his posture. “A letter you will have by the next eve, and I look forward to the test. And if its promise you seek, then it is a guarantee that I will deliver. But it seems as I have some homework to do, and you have your work cut out for you here, so unless I can be of assistance here, I shall leave you to yours while I go to do mine.”
Tenebrae smiled -- and it's like the sun breaking on the darkest day in creation, a miracle of rainbows after a storm. The Empusai's pleased-face is something to behold. "I look forward to it, dear," she waves him away. "Best you avoid the temple for a week or so. It's liable to gbet messy." With that, she stands and ticks her way on steel heels toward the stone stairwell leading down.
Anton grins "Speaking of Messy, wonder if that drunk has gotten far. Wonder if I can convince him to travel to the drow city..." his words wander as he begins to think of ways to take the drunk to meet the necromancers god