RP:Desparrow Hosts a Tea Party

Part of the A Dream of Tyranny Arc

Ryder Sanctuary

Desparrow sat in the middle of his hall at the head of his dining table with three strapping lads seated near him. Expecting guests he had the place as prepared as it could have been but the home was still in considerable disrepair. Much of the floor had blood stains, or some still about in dry smears while a bit of gore belonging to human or animal unknown strewn about, along with several human corpses in a neat pile in the process of decomposition off to the side. The ceiling had a large hole in it, blasted there by Des himself while the stairs and second floor balconies granting access to the rooms up there were also completely removed, along with all hall adornments including but not limited to the art and torches he had up. Maids bustled about, bringing cookies of several kinds to the table along with fresh tea. Any that wanted to enter would find the doors opening as they approached without need of a knock or push, granting them access to his home.

Anson had decided that it was time to pay Desparrow a little visit, so he had docked the late fairy and headed to Cenril to find the man. He knew it shouldn't be too hard if he asked a couple of the locals he was sure to get there, and he was right. When he had walked up to the door he thought about knocking, but had decided to march himself right on into the home. As he walked in the smell of death and decay hit him like a block of led, a few gags happened before he had even made it to where Desparrow sat with the gentleman. "Fire your housekeeper" the man grumbled as he thudded towards a empty chair, one that would give him a bit of fresh air, and no views of the decay. Anson was dressed as normal in his white shirt, his black tie, black slacks, and of course his favorite boots. His appearance was neat; face freshly shaven to his chin strap and goatee, and his hair slicked back by something that smelt like coconuts. "I also need a glass of whiskey"

Artia was in her way home after the letter reached her. Luckily she had just gotten off the ship from Rynvale, so the witch was in the area. After yesterday she figured Larket would be pretty quiet. Her dress, reaching almost to the floor, but it also has form-fitting sleeves that open up on the ends and have wide, lacy wrist holes. Unlike her others dresses, which do a good job of staying very modest, this one shows off a bit of her above average cleavage with a V-neck. Stitched in a way to show off her curves. The skirt gets less narrow further down. The dress sparkles in any light with tiny glistening purple gem and the insides of the sleeves are a royal purple. The back of the dress has a large trilobite embroidered on it, covering the whole back, in purple thread. The green color is a pale, almost mint green rather than a more saturated green. Shoes matching making the witch a height of five foot nine and a quarter. The druidic witch mind was full of thoughts and regrets, she just wanted to go home and be a hermit rest the day. But she hadn't seen her friend Desparrow in so long, hearing he been in Larket and not stopped by hurt some. Yet here was a letter, inviting her over. Moving towards the home, using the directions used she saw Anson move inside. With a roll of her eyes, he left the door open. Artia having manners moved up to the open door knocking before she even put a foot inside. Her long dark strawberry blonde hair had grown a bit more now an inch below her waist, digits playing within the tresses brushing it.

Ynhaldei did not receive any letter or invitation. She just needed to see Desparrow, there was something different with the guards today and she can't seem to pin point the cause. Clearly the man did something, makes her wonder what. Garbed in her usual magician suit, blouse, corset, gloves, heeled boots and slacks finally matched with her top hat, she went through the doorway, mostly ignoring his dogs as she looked about the other people inside. Standing by the hallway and said, "What did you do this time?" with her arms crossed against her chest and her foot tapping upon the floor as if waiting for a good explanation.

Desparrow was rather comfortable where he sat, not minding the mess, not minding any of it really. Artia after knocking would be ushered in by a maid while another tended to Anson's request for whiskey. It was when Ynhaldei, her arrival unexpected, that he grinned wide and then flicked his wrists which resulted in the doors swinging closed behind her. "Now that everyone is here, as I don't think there are any more to come, we can speak." he looked to Anson, Artia, and Ynhaldei in kind, "Well, my male friend here is Anson, a dealer at a gambling house in Rynvale.. Artia here is a druidic witch, from Larket. As for you both, that is my friend and accomplice Ynhaldei, a desert elf." the men at his side looked to each of them in turn and offered each a polite nod before going back to their own drinks. "I must say it is quite nice to see you all, however I do apologize for the poor state of the city. Things are getting a bit out of hand. Like with them over there." he pointed to the pile of corpses, "Thugs that bothered to break into my home. Foolish bullies.. I can guarantee everything that was on them had been stolen from someone else." To Ynhaldei he then offered a rather pointed gaze but it softened almost immediately, "To answer your question.. news came that the mayor had been murdered in the night, along with a large number of guards that had happened to be guarding his home.. the trick was that they made it past the ones guarding the gate and made it straight for the house. Lucky them from the way it seems. Lot of blood." he sighed, "Though to be honest, he was lazy, so it may very be a good thing, except for the loss of life in all those young men. A tragic loss. Beyond that though, how is everyone?"

Anson had smiled all flirty at the maid making the woman blush as she ran off to get his order for a whiskey. When Artia had walked in he lazily roamed her dress and cleavage with his eyes and a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Fancy seeing you here witchy.." He said blowing her a kiss, his eyes then roamed over the finely attired elf. "Hello" he offered her giving her a dimpled Casanova smile. The maid had returned with his whiskey at the same time he nodded his head to each of the gentlemen. "So that explains the dead bodies" he huffed as he brought the liquor to his mouth. He didn't know what else the man was speaking of the Ynhaldei, so his attention turned back to the maid who was starring the human down, his eyes flashed to Artia pleading her to save him from the maids line of sight.

Artia moved right up to Desparrow, awaiting for his speech to be done. After so she proceeded in a curtsy before him and into a hug she wrapped her arms around him. As a gift to the host, she pulled out a wrapped in deer pelt to Desparrow. Underneath would be a couple of deer hearts she had ordered before she came in. Artia really didn't mind the way the house was, she was use to bodies. "Well glad you got them." She saw the kiss from Anson, and openly ignored it not even a blush or twitch of a smile. Turning to sit, she saw the pleading look from Anson. 'Ugh...you teased her you deal with the result.' She thought inside her head, but being his friend she moved to sit between the two males. Clearing her throat while she glared to the girl, hoping that would work. Then to the circus lady, "It is nice to meet you."

Ynhaldei takes off her hat and bows toward the two other guests before putting on back onto her head. "Miss Artia, I do believe we do need to speak privately soon?" she is quite sure she has sent the message before. She did receive a response from her so she simply assumes that the woman knows what she is talking about. Turning to Anson as she comments. "Never seen you before but as you are inside Mr. Desparrow's home, I can already imagine what type of person you are." finally turning her head toward Desparrow and glaring at him sternly. Her hands upon her hips as she said, "You do realize what that means right?" rubbing the bridge of her nose as she murmurs, "At least do tell me you have good news with regards to your other accomplices or the required explosives."

Desparrow had plenty of good news; at least it was good to him. "Well, there are some more things we have yet to do, but in the end we will be successful. We may have to use magic instead of explosives, but it will certainly work out, especially with the way things are progressing." at that time he took the offered pelt which held the hearts, having caught the scent before he even looked, "Much appreciated, thank you kindly Artia." he then looked to Anson whom was having trouble with one of the maids, "She won't bother you too much, relax, enjoy yourself." The lycan then introduced the three men at the table to the guests, "These are former citizens turned loyal pack members. I have lost roughly half of my wolves, but have gained even greater strength. I will say I was certainly worried but things are coming together now. I am acquiring more allies, which I will certainly inform you about after this is all settled here." he motioned to the table, and the little tea party that was commencing. "Please help yourself to tea and cookies, all fresh." there were plenty of glasses and plates across the table, with three steaming kettles nearby for any to help themselves to. "As for the mayor's death.. well the city is going into further chaos. We are working to rectify the problem, and hopefully soon we will have more than enough manpower to do exactly as we please."

Anson was thankful that Artia had sat next to him, and his foot had risen to rest on the rung of her chair. "I owe you" he whispered to the witch before whipping his face to eye Ynhaldei. "I am but a simple man who loves cards, money, whiskey, and of course the ladies" he wiggled his brow at the elf before cracking into a deep laugh. The maid must have grown tired gazing at the man, or had heard her boss's words because she hmphed and left to tidy. The men at the table had earned another nod from the card shark. "He tried to seduce me into it as well, he even got me drunk" his smile flashed at Desparrow in a teasing matter, before the bottle of whiskey was brought to his lips.

Artia indeed offered Ynhaldei a large smile, "Indeed, I apologize as the fermin have kept me busy. I look forward to our meeting though, it should be interesting." At the mention of explosives, she arched a brow curiosity peaked. Back to Desparrow, "As always your welcome, but I got to ask as I do not see her..." She wondered where Lanara was, "I haven't seen her since the day at the hot spring in Frostmaw. How are things between the two of you?" She hushed to roll the information around, looking to the three others. "Ah nice, I might go lycan myself...if I do I will sure let you or Mihael know. As always, if need any help you know were you can find me. This is first time in a while I have been out of Larket, came out today for a special trip. But you got lucky and hit me up when I was in the city." The whisper caught her attention to turn her head, rolling her eyes at Anson. "He likes to think he is a heart breaker." Elbowing him sharply in the ribs, trying to get him to behave with an apologetic look to Ynhaldei. Reaching she pulled her dress up to her thigh, pulling out a small vial from her garter. Followed by straightening her dress back down, crossing the long tanned legs. Making herself a cup of tea, emptying the potion into the tea. Waving her hand above the liquid, with a poof of smoke leaving the steam. Taking a sip of her own potion laced tea, leaning back in her chair.

Ynhaldei looks upon Anson as she said, "Really now?" placing her hand upon her blouse as she pulled out a card from her inner pockets, it was the ace of spades. With a simple magic trick she kept hiding the card into her own hand causing it to replicate t the point that she was holding three aces of spades before causing them to vanish. Turning to Desparrow as she said, "I would like to remain as an elf, thank you very much. Also, I just realize that if we would be digging from the gorge to the bath-house, it is also possible for us to rig the outer wall's foundation with explosives. Such will improve the chances in the frontal assault. I have already spoken with Lady Gevurah and the dragoness. However I do hope you have more men for this crew. Because of the chaos you ensued after ending the mayor's life, the risk became too great." Turning to Artia and said, "I am also curious about that fermin problem of yours, I heard rumors mostly about what happened there, maybe enlighten me next time? I'm quite curious."

Desparrow acted insulted when it was insinuated he was at fault for the Mayor's demise. Anson's remark however did receive an eye roll but Ynhaldei at this point had acquired his attention, "Well Lanara had travelled off, on some sort of mission and I haven't seen her since, but I am sure she is safe. As for what is going on in the city, and our plans we can certainly look into this. And yes, even if right now I don't have the manpower.. I will, you can trust me on that one." The lycan leaned back then as he sipped upon his own tea. "If you desire the gift of Lycanthropy Artia, the alpha whom grants you that gift, you are forever bonded to. It isn't the same as being a vampire, but you have a connection that goes beyond what you may think. I also understand that the fermin are becoming more of a problem, however I sadly will be intermittent in assisting you. Travelling between here, Xalious, and Larket is a little exhausting, even if I can do it instantaneously." The three fledgling lycan, whom happened to be survivors of that night at the Mayor's mansion, remained quiet as they enjoyed their own drinks. "How is Gevurah anyways?"

Anson yelped as Artia's elbow had landed in his already sore ribs. "Damnit woman" he mumbled as he tried to catch his breath again. "I am not a heartbreaker! Just a modest flirt!!" his words was forced out, but short lived when his eyes was caught by the elf's demonstrated trick. His brow lofted when it had ended and his hands slowly clapped for her trickery. "Very nice Madame" his smooth voice complimented her. "But that is beginners work" from his pocket he produced a set of cards, that his hands began to shuffle idly. "If you ever feel like playing a real hand... Come find me" he winked and bridged the cards. Desparrow he had learned was trying to take Cenril for his own, so he was not surprised by anything the man may have done to get him to the top, luckily it wasn't his place! Growing a bit bored he reached over and pulled a small piece of Artia's hair, how he loves to annoy the witchy.

Artia ::After drinking more then half the cup, she sat it down. Her eyes looked rested now, a gentle smile apparent. "Desparrow you have to spill what you been up too...this is so interesting." Looking to the lady, "Exposives are fun, but i still love placing acid on the roof so it leaks down and kills all it touches or inhales the scent the acid gives off. Making lungs turn to liquid..it's beautiful." Picking up her tea she looks into it, "My sister is a seer, I might be able to ask her to come here in effort to help you. As for bond, what type of bond is it? A mate bond? I am not sure you and I would be good mates, no offense. Plus I am sure Lanara would not approve of sharing you." She rolled the idea of Mihael around in her head, it actually brought a smile to her face. But she swore off such things, so lycan might be out of the question if it be a mate bond. With a groan at her thoughts she finished the tea, "Or would you like some undead fermin to place the explosives? Make it seem like they are causing problems here too." She waved her hand at Desparrow, "I understand if you can't always come to aid, as I hope you understand the same for Cenril." Normally the yelp from Anson would make her laugh, but instead no emotion was shown on her visage. The potion made Artia emotions and heart go numb for an hour at a time, she needed to find a way to make it last longer. Then the hair being pulled got nothing but a glance to Anson, placing her hand to the arm of his chair. Closing her eyes, the wood might be dead but she been working at the undead flora with assistance from a necromancer. Quickly the wood responded with a splinter working it's way to stab the card shark in the side, only enough to make a scratch nothing serious.

Ynhaldei of course knows more tricks in up her sleeve. "I am not really the type that gambles Mr. Anson. However I do have other important matters that require you.. somehow, I'll think about it. You seem to be popular with the ladies, could always narrow my search with them." She turned to Artia and said, "I would prefer not to place such tasks on the hands of mere puppets. It invites disaster. I maybe not sane but I would prefer not to become.. dead any time soon." turning to Desparrow before saying, "I was not really invited to this so I guess it would be best for me to leave for now. I do however look forward for the next time I pester you Mr. Desparrow. I hope no further acts be done to Cenril from now on, It is already chaotic as it is."

Desparrow smiled and offered a wave to Ynhaldei, having no real verbal response to her words but did bid her farewell, "Until next time." to Anson and Artia, since they were the last of his company he simply watched for a moment. "Cenril is in chaos, and I have every intention of saving it from itself, and from the threat that the Sea currently offers," he was speaking of the looming seaborn danger in the form of Zirael. "Aside from that however I must note that no it is not a mate bond, no.. it’s a pack bond. Sort of like a brotherhood, but more intense." he then turned his gaze to Anson specifically, "So how may I be of assistance to you? Or is this just a visit?" his smile widened, showing off his incisors. "Either way it is of no concern. You are welcome here anytime."

Anson couldn't help but pinch Artia's hand as it made his chair poke him with a splinter. Ynhaldei had left without him replying to her, this made him quiet pouty and turn back up his whiskey. As Desparrow spoke his name and questioned his motives for being here. "Just a friendly visit!" He says matching his smile to his favorite wolfs. "But sadly I now must run" he stands ruffling Artia's hair and out the door his boots thud.

Artia :: Ynhaldei got another smile from her, "When it is your time the fates will deem it so, live life how you want." With that she watched her live, a brow lifted as she poured more tea. "I see, what if I just want to be turned not part of a pack? I am really trying to not be surrounded by others unless I want to be. Too many people around calls for trouble, and I found I like being alone a lot. Once again no offense Desparrow, I do enjoy your company." The hair ruffling was given no reaction but a shake of her head, "His girl must be calling for him." It was evident the Witch's heart had gone rather bitter since they last met.

Desparrow shrugged, "It is truly inevitable. You will have that connection. You can run from it if you so desire, but so long as the one that turned you lives.. You will know and feel it. It can't be helped. I felt it when I was turned, but since the death of my Alpha.. and his replacement by me.. I am the one turning others." he took another sip of his tea. "My family grows, and it will continue to do so, to the point that we are a force to be recognized." Des grinned then, thinking about his plans for the city, and the prosperity he dreams to bring even in the face of this most dire situation.

Artia said to Desparrow, "I am happy for you, keep up the work. If you need you know how to get me, but I feel I need to depart now. See you around.