RP:Cataloging And Conversation

This is a Devout's Guild RP.

Summary: Given a teleportation stone from Scandal to go to his house in Venturil, Khitti finally (and begrudgingly because Venturil) uses it and the two of them go through some of the magical objects he'd found in a tomb with Lanara.

Scrathulclaw Hall, Venturil

Ever since that day that Khitti helped Scandal open that small, intricate box, the teleportation stone he’d given her sat on top of Khitti and Brand’s dresser, amongst various keys, coins, pocket lint, and even some crumbs that their child Dominic managed to sneak into their pockets from his favorite cookies or teething biscuits. Oh, Khitti’d thought about it plenty of times; she could take the brief trip to Scandal’s place to check up on him and the things he found in that tomb, but… the trauma from her time in Venturil over the last nine months was still alive and well, even if she didn’t speak about it much to anyone, including the people she trusted most. Even beyond dealing with a mind flayer, there’d been a lot of verbal and physical abuse from those that lived in Venturil. It really hadn’t been their fault; they were being mind-controlled after all. But, the things they said, the punches they threw, they left marks that couldn’t be seen. Khitti couldn’t fathom how anyone could covet the byrg-surrounded town as much as Scandal seemed to, but she could respect it at least--Khitti felt the same about that lovely port town Cenril after all. It wasn’t until one day that she was feeling particularly bored that she eyed the stone from her seat on the queen-sized bed that she and Brand shared, looking overtop of her favorite book (and first edition copy) of fairy tales. That captain of hers was snoring away peacefully next to her. She’d quietly give him a kiss, changed her clothes, left him a note to assure him she’d be alright in Venturil because of the teleportation stone, and then activated the aforementioned portal device to bring her to Scandal’s home. The house--if you can even call a building of that size a house--was positively huge. It made Khitti feel ever so small, as if she’d been eaten by a dragon and was stuck inside its enormous stomach. Crimson brows furrowed in concern as the redhead peered cautiously around the corner of the gateway room’s doorway, “Hello…?” Just what the hell did Khitti get herself into?

Scandal sat in his office. Or rather an office, or his, he couldn't figure it out so he went with the Master Office. He was draconian in this form, or rather the house made it easier for him to transform. As he sat scribbling over some notes and having to put up with the occasional slave entering and leaving his office, moving crates in an out filled with items from the tomb, it was the house itself that interrupted his train of thought. "Master Scrathulclaw, a woman with red hair has entered through the Gateway's room." Scandal dropped his pen for a second. "Well no sense in having her get lost in this mental retardingly oversized house, send her in give her some warning first, i doubt everyone likes being teleported." He sighed. Back in the large hall where the gateway and redhead resided. A voice upon the air would speak. "Please hold still, the house is transporting you." In but a blink the target of inquiry (you) would be transported into the office. The office was large, but nothing like the gateway travel room, or was it, there was this feeling of maybe as if the house were playing with ones point of view. Scandal would appear normalish size, about 6' feet tall. You might be like the slaves coming and going through here, with crates, appearing normal sized. Or maybe your like the size of the slaves who look like they are just an inch tall, moving the pens and papers on Scandal's large extended desk, like a giant L shape 30' long and 20' long with a chair that seems able to slide around to different areas of the table. "Hello Khitti, sorry for the absurdity of the house I didn't build my ancestors did."

Khitti wouldn’t have described things the way Scandal did to the one that informed him of Khitti’s presence. The redhead would nod to the air and allow herself to be transported only to blink a few times at her new surroundings. “Don’t make it sound so bad, Scandal. It’s not. While I might feel like a mouse in here, it’s a far preferable dragon home to the cave I spent several months in, in Xalious,” she said with a smirk. “It -does- remind me of one of the fairy tales from my book though. This girl gets trapped in another world, and eventually she’s got to eat and drink things that make her either very large or very small. I feel as though I’ve drank from the same bottle she did to become so small.” She paused, then quickly reiterated again, “But, that’s still not a bad thing.” She did feel a little awkward though now, as she didn’t give him any warning of her arrival, “Sorry to just… drop in on you like this. I can leave, if you wish?”

Scandal shook his head as he rose from his chair. "Nah, best you arrived when you did, this house can leave your stir crazy." (Assuming she was normal sized) Scandal offered his hand, and then shook it, if she returned her's. "If i only had more friends drop in more often, or family for that matter." In truth Khitti was first non dragon to have seen his house, even Lanara and Talyara hadn't seen it yet despite his invitations. Motioning to the numerous crates being moved in and out of the room, some slaves of various races whether the inches tall, or actual full sized, scurried about moving crates and some labeling them. "So these crates are full of stuff I took out of the tomb, we have herbs that used to be extinct in here, we have treasure, we have artifacts, ect, ect, ect. Trouble is finding out what they do, and if they are valuable, so for now i have been just having them categorized. These people were the other dragons slaves, Uldenbraug law says that if a dragon kills another dragon, his property slaves ect, provided they do not have an heir or mate, are forfeited to the victor." He sighed, "I tried freeing them, and the concept is doesn't register with them, they only serve dragons which means, well, I tried giving one away, and well..." His face described that, it was messy, he even pointed out the 20' tall broad shouldered gator like male, who was lifting three crates at once from one door to the next. "I have no magical ability, I was hoping you or someone would show up to give me a hand in case something was of magical potential and was dangerous, so that we could have sent to somewhere safe.

Khitti was definitely normal-sized. The five foot six female took Scandal’s hand and shook it, before eyeing the room and wherever else he’d show her. “That’s definitely a good start, with the categorizing. Best to get them all nice and separated and then takes the possibly problematic pieces one at a time. Don’t want to go blowing up your house or Venturil or anything.” Unpainted lips twisted into a slight frown as she watched the various creatures continue their work around the house, “Well, for one, let’s not call them slaves,” she said, her voice not angry or condescending. “I know someone that used to be one and it’s… kind of like getting jabbed with a dagger in the side every time you’re called that. Maybe ‘assistants’ or ‘workers’. ‘Servants’ can sometimes be along the same lines as slaves, but at least they get paid.” She let out a ‘hm’ then continued, “I would think that since Uldenbraug is no longer at thing, that it would forfeit the servitude entirely. Are they under some sort of enchantment maybe that’s keeping them here? I’m not saying you should get rid of all of your hired help, but if it is magic that’s keeping them working like this, having their free will returned to them--and especially if it’s by you--might keep them here working for you, but it’d be better because they’d be able to choose it for themselves.” The crates were studied carefully, then Khitti nodded, “Well… pick the things you think might be the worst out of all of them, if something were to happen. I might have a way to keep any sort of explosion or whatever contained.”

Scandal nodded. "Yeah," he shrugged, moving to one of the crates and opening it revealing a three piece spear with markings on a gold staff with ivory inserts. "One Unknown spear with odd markings, and easy to assemble" He nodded. "Well, these walls are pretty tough made to handle a besieging dragons with their own dragons sized siege engines, still always good to be on the safe side." When it came to the slaves/servants he said. "Tens of thousands of years of breeding slaves and indoctrination, plus possible magical enchantments i really have no idea the full intraxies, if i had book on it, i would definitely pursue giving them their free will back, the only problem is, I don't have that. They think of Dragons as living Gods, so it's difficult to figure out how they will react to sudden freedom if they even knew what it was." He shook his head slightly, "Uldenbraug spells are a difficult thing, maybe in time they'll lose whatevers keeping them ignorant, or maybe i will need to find a book, but I am not sure what will happen, the best one for understanding freedom would be..." The door opened abruptly as a human sized turtle like being came in walking on two legs and a cane, "Oy the master's speaking and you are all not giving him space, move on now, apologies Scandi," Scandal sighed, but there was a bit of smile there. "Yertle, they are not bugging me, they are doing their job, maybe you can just take the little ones out or get the house to make them the same size as the bigger ones, I don't want to step on another." He looked at Khitti, "the smartest of the servants, and the oldest, I give you Yertle, the alchemist, herbalist, and chief among the servants, and the classic old man syndrome." He added in a whisper. Yertle poked him in the stomach, "I may be 750 years old, but I still can hear might good, I may have been raised to believe you dragons were Gods, but I will say this, you are just as..." His voice cuts off as he closes the door behind him with his cane as he leave shooing off the small ones. Scandal looked at Khitti, "If i can convince him, he can convince the others, trouble is, well old man syndrome." He said moving another crate letting Khitti look among the crates in case she found anything.

Khitti nodded, but ultimately shrugged when it came to those that seemed to work for Scandal, whether willingly or pushed by some magical means. “Perhaps it’s been not to look to the past, but to the present, when looking for a solution. It’s true that the past can help, but if that’s also where the problem originated, it might not hold the answer.” She’d eye the door that the humanoid turtle had left through, “I wonder, if maybe you introduced him to Rynvale, if he’d cast off this ‘slave’ nonsense and let the others free. I’ve noticed besides the elves and seafaring types that reside there, a fair bit of elderly people do too. I think it might be the temperature that helps them and puts them at ease. You know, all those aches and pains that come with even the slightest cold weather can make them a bit unsavory.” Khitti would know. She’s not even forty yet and already everything hurts. All the time. She turned her attention finally to the dissected spear that Scandal pointed out. “Should I, uh, put it together? See what it does? Could, of course, just be a normal spear, but... “ Her thought trailed off, for she assumed it was obvious what she meant: it could possibly be of magical origin and therefore blow them all to smithereens.

Scandal nodded, "I think I might just do that, hopefully they will like freedom enough to stay away." Looking over the spear he nodded, in approval. "Assemble and test, you might want to hold onto something." As soon as she put together the spear, both she and scandal would appear in a different area of the house, presumably far beneath the house in one of the lowest dungeons. "Perfect area to test, nothing to possibly damage, i could always use less torture devices, gods their must be thousands down here. He said just scanning near endless hallway to the west and to the east, where along side it in countless nooks metal contraptions of all sorts even some that were painful just to look at, and some that boggled the human imaginations, and that of dragons. "First time down here, and I can't say I would like to return." He would motion for her to try it out. When he tried the spear would cast a powerful blast of raw magical energy from its tip unconcentrated and without form. For her it might have been different maybe a mix of unholy and holy magic, at once, inevitably the spear was able to allow its user to project their power without needing for the user to cast a spell. "A spell-less staff."

Khitti would blink a few times as they’re teleported elsewhere, to one of the dungeons no less. “Whoa.” She eyed the seemingly spear-like weapon, then down each side of the hallways, “Yeah, probably not. Though, I will say that a place like this might come in handy, if there’s things from that tomb that should not be seen by the public.” There’s a brief pause after he’s used the staff and before she takes it try it out as well. While Khitti might use that magic sword of hers, most magical objects in general that she came into contact with usually ended up not being all that great. That’s not to say that they were powerful, but they caused a certain amount of magic addiction that was hard to break. Khitti eventually used it, albeit hesitantly, and a beam of orange light, much like the mid-point aura from Tenbatsu Kaji gave off when it was half-powered up. But soon, that orange light split into red and yellow, and then from there into white and black. The light and dark magics intertwined with one another, spiraling like a double helix without the ladder rungs in between, instead creating small sparks between the two beams of magic. Even seeing the dark magic briefly brought tears to her eyes and she promptly dropped the staff, the weapon rolling to Scandal’s feet. “Don’t… let me touch that again.” She frowned, wiped at her eyes, and took a step away. “We know what it does, so we should move on.” She likely wouldn’t elaborate on what the problem was, at least not right now anyway.

Scandal picked up the staff, not even bothering to look it over for damage. His eyes had picked up on her tears, and her desire to drop the item gave a confirmation. "Understood." He held it vertical and arms length from his body. The floor dematerialized into a pit, around the staff roughly two feet wide. Then scandal let it drop, staff vanished into the hole. which the resealed up. "Magical oublits, to forgets." He offered a small smile as the idea was funny to him. "Right then, next time, Scranth, place another crate." As he said the name scranth, a voice answered, "Understood master." A moment would pass as he looked back at her. A silent concern in his eyes, before he opened the crate. "A runed necklace, a bronze sphere, a... Yipe!" he said pulling his hand back a second, but then placing moving then touching the flat of the item in question. A sigh of relief from the dragon as he grabbed the weapon by the blade without worry. "A celestium dagger, Very dangerous to particular dragon breed it was made to kill, and, lastly in this crate, one very odd looking idol." He said, as he pulled out the abysmal shaped object.

Khitti said nothing with regards to the staff, or her tears. She even avoided Scandal’s gaze for a time, as he occasionally looked over at her with concern. A rather large amount of stubborn stoicism pushed its way to the forefront of Khitti’s mind, shoving away the rest of the emotions that the staff, and its ability, invoked. “Celestium… wasn’t that one of the metals that dragon mentioned at the Sanctum? I suppose if you didn’t want to have it around, you could always melt it down and craft something new from it.” She’d finally take the necessary steps towards the crate to eye the idol that’d been withdrawn from it, “What is it?”

Scandal looked it over. "Its black, with red lines and cracks running through it, and i have to say fine bit of work, but something feels a little off about it, can't really say what, but you know like a malice to it." He said before placing it down. The eyes of the little idol did gleam with a dark kind of light. "Maybe something we don't investigate?"

The redhead squinted at the idol, then nodded at Scandal in agreeance. “That… sounds like a good idea. We don’t need a whole other slew of curses going on around here.” That last one that had lasted months all over Lithrydel last year had been enough. “Well, if that’s it in that box, then I think I should probably head home. I told my fiance I’d only be gone for a short time. Have your people keep separating things, between those you think we should test and those you think doesn’t require it, and I’ll be back at some point, alright?”

Scandal nodded, and snapped his fingers, so that they would return to the office. Placing the crate down and snapping again this time so that they would move to the portal transit room. "i and them will keep busy, and next time you come we should have enough sorted out. Also, if you happen to come across anything that is Uldenbraug, let me know. I hope you and your fiance have a wonderful, night." He said as soon as she was about to leave.