RP:Gravedigger Visits New Frostmaw Colosseum

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Hidden Mountaintop Colosseum

Branching out from the lovely scent of the night blossoms, a secondary exit to the mines is found. However, it is an exit, and just that. Cut off from the frozen slopes that everyone knew as Frostmaw, a grand- and recently built coliseum has been erected. Roughly a hundred meters in diameter, and several stories high, none from inside could mistake this grand colossus for the structure for what it really was. The entrance sloped up, and was one of twelve- each gated off from a tunnel that lead to an even deeper, more complex network of tunnels underground. Amidst the dead center in the ring of combat, an acutely-shaped slice of rock rose heavenwards. From the stair-shaped seats that rounded twenty foot walls, one could simply note that it was a massive sundial, the gates being the hand of time it represented at the current moment. At the twelve-o-clock gate, a small booth stood out above the seats, seven chairs of importance standing firm. Naturally, a light cover of snowfall masked the blood-spattered and weapon torn field of battle. In passing by, none would ever figured the steep rocks of the mountain to house such a feat of architecture.. Although the occasional cry of death, or clang of sword could suggest otherwise.



Dami at this point, was sitting in her chair high atop the booth, upside down with her knees bent over the top. The 'project' had been finished sometime last night, but the presentation was to be any minute now; however long it took for Satoshi to wander back home. When and if the woman did come along, she'd most likely notice the sharp chill when passing through the blossom of flowers. That, and the sharp new break of daylight shining in. Dami kicked her legs back and forth, frosted-white hair sweeping the stone floor below. Waiting was boring.


Satoshi certainly notices the archway that's been carved out of the Night Blossom tunnel, and the rays of light filtering through it, but what's drawn her here initially is that bond to Frostmaw. Although she's been keeping the link heavily tuned out due to Pyoshia's presence, the ongoing storm, and building stress, Satoshi still can't quite ignore the pulses that informed her of heavy changes taking place near her home. Thus it's with a wary eye that she pokes her head through the archway, looking around with an uncertain expression that's quickly transforming into awe.


Svilfon had been trudging through the heavy snow, half tempted to set himself on fire to melt a path. But he refrained from doing so; knowing his luck it'd turn into water, refreeze, and lock him in a solid wall of ice. So instead he pushes through on his way back to the house. As he enters the caves he notices Satoshi exiting through what used to be solid stone. Curious, he shakes himself free of the residual snow before following in her wake.


Dami took a few minutes to realize someone had stumbled into the arena, and a minute more to recognize it was none other then Satoshi herself. Squinting, she wonders if perhaps she made it a little 'too' big? Folding into her torso, she yanks her legs back and rolls out of the hair, and onto her feet. From here the elf simply took her time in walking the distance around the seats, and down a small ledge that would lead off into the blossoming flowers. "I was hoping you'd pass by here." Nonchalantly coming into view, she offered the kit a little wave, and a simple smile.


Satoshi takes a step further into the new space while she turns her head in every direction, trying to take in all the sights. All traces of uncertainty evaporate then, the kit's face brighten with a look of sheer delight. "How... I... Did you -make- this?" And although she doesn't turn to greet Svilfon face to face, her tails at least offer him a salute-esque twitch--save for the black one, it still hates him and sulks sullenly beneath its siblings.


Svilfon tips his hat to the white tails, and glares at the black one, before wandering in and casually eavesdropping on the conversations. He tips his hat to Dami, too, and offers her a gap-toothed grin.


Dami didn't initially answer her question directly, but instead gave pieces of the answer in small hints. "I had a lot time to think this past week." Satoshi couldn't see her hands, hidden under the gloves she wore, but the skin and flesh around her knuckles had been taking their sweet ass time to heal. When she worked, she worked to the bone- literally. "Mostly, about where I stand in this world once more." She had her back to Satoshi, arms crossed while she peeked up to the booth. "You said you were the queen, correct?"


Svilfon tips his hat to Eboric before flashing him a gap-toothed grin.


Satoshi continues to peer around the new construction, clearly awed and thrilled by its existence but still able to nod in answer to the question. A pause and lack of response causes the magus to look toward dami and, finding the woman's back to her, adds a verbal reply, "Aha, yes, correct." You had once more been aimlessly wandering, shovel and pick axe resting on either shoulder, tending to those creatures who had met their demise due to the elements. His newly acquired cloak does little to shelter him from the elements, though it was useful to cover up some of his visible scar tissue. Ebon bare feet slowly shuffle through as he makes his way to the colosseum...another venue of death in this world.

Eboric steps into the arena, moving along the bottom row of seats as he peers out at the battleground. He looks up in time to catch Svilfon's gesture, to which he gives a nod in return, before looking out at the as-yet-unconquered colosseum floor.


Satoshi gets a sneaking suspicion there's some bloodlust magnet lurking in this place. Or everyone's been following the foxkin through the storm. Stalkers.


Svilfon wanders out into the area floor until he's close to Eboric. He raises his fists and throws a few shadow punches, before grinning at the barbarian. "Fist fight?" His gaps and fangs are shown in equal measure as he flashes a self-mocking smile, before clapping the man on the back. "Could be a gold-mine for you, here. If you had the right... person setting things up for you."


Gravedigger solemnly makes his way through the entrance, finding the path to the main-ground level, his senses had detected the awe and amazement of the gathered throughout the area, though he was not there to feed at the moment; such positive emotions were rarely satisfying. A loud, rather booming voice echoes out to the gathered, resonating quite nicely due to the acoustically savvy construction, "Who is in charge of this place?"


Dami said, "Kasyr gave me a lot to think about." She had been making tracks in the light snowfall, swinging her foot idly at the snow, nudging it around. "A lot about loyalty, and where mine stands. Naturally, he's earned mine, but-" Never one for confrontations, the woman simply threw her arms up and spun around. "Oh the hell with it. This is my gift to you. A grand colosseum, and my loyalty go with it." With a knee in the snow, and her head tipped forward, Dami did what she thought she could never do. "I want to make a home here.. If you would let me." Quietly, she waited."


Eboric tears his gaze away from the floor, returning Svilfon's grin. "Last time I saw you fist fight, wizard, I had to pick the pieces up off the streets of Rynvale." He lets out a laugh at the memory, showing that he means no ill will. "You offering to be my manager," he asks, cocking an eyebrow at the smaller man. "Hope you've learned more about holding on to money..."


Satoshi 's silent interest in the stranger Svilfon speaks with is interrupted by the shovel-bearer's demand. With a ghost of a smile, she says simply, "Me." and turns her focus back to Dami in time to catch the words and kneel. For a moment the magus remains silent, seemingly taken aback, before that faint smile reaches full proportions. "With a gift like this, how can I say no? Besides, you're kin."


Svilfon barks out a laugh at Eboric's words. He briefly turned to stare at Dami as he overheard the proclamation of loyalty, before returning his attention to the barbarian. "Bastard rogue cheated!" He tips his hat, before speaking words in conspiratorial tones, "I'll arrange a fight or two. Take a cut of the winnings, and the bets. All you gotta do is show up, and win." He claps the big man on his back again, "Though, it's been a while since I saw you fight anything. Perhaps I'll give you a... warm up match at some stage. Just to ensure you're not getting fat under that armour." The wizard takes a cautionary step back then, before flashing another of his jovial smiles.


Kasyr s' appearance is less to do with any sort of violent intention, and more to due with the sheer amount of Coterie within the area. An area, that until recently, didn't exist- and that was currently veiled by the dramatic mixture of thick fog, and heavy snowfall. Really, it makes the stunning spectacle of the newly created colloseums' existance all the more impressive- moonlight reflecting off stone and frost alike. "...Well."


Satoshi said to Kasyr, "Just 'well'? Where's a 'mon dieu' when it's needed?"


Gravedigger makes his march toward Lady Frostmaw, dirt and dust from the floor kicking up to catch his flesh. "Those who die here. What shall befall them?" His tone, although expressionless, had tinges of redundancy, as if the undertaker had answered the very same question he just posed. To add a bit of effect, he lazily allowed his pick axe and shovel to dip a bit before balancing them out.


Dami smiled, looking up. She'd have assaulted the woman with a hug (much the same Kirien did with her) but she enjoyed having all her teeth. "The way I see it, I trust Kasyr with my life. He likes you for a reason, and that's good enough for me." Standing up, she'd playfully jab. "And if that's not the reason he's stuck around, then I just made a terrible decision." Laughing, the woman took a stand beside Satoshi, and glanced around at the small crowd gather. News traveled fast 'round these parts.


Eboric offers Svilfon a mock-angry glare, and slaps his chest with a fist. "Not an ounce of fat on me, and I've yet to lose a fight. I hear you've gotten fearsome enough with those magic tricks of yours, though. Beat some head trickster, or something like that?"


Satoshi isn't quite sure what to make of the fellow with the shovel, not yesterday and not today either. "I couldn't tell you that, as none have died here. ...Yet." Far from a threat, it's simple fact that a gladiatorial arena located in the city of war will result in many a blood bath. Like the ones already being mused over by wizard and stranger.


Svilfon snickers at the barbarian's words, "There was only one tree for him to cut down with my face, and the idiot hid in it instead. I was lucky." That was all he'd say about that particular fight; the costs were too high for the victory to be truly appreciated. The wizard opens his mouth and absently flicks one of his fangs with a finger, "These help, too." Another few shadow punches are thrown, though they do look a little girly. Who tucks their thumb into their fists, anyway?! "I wouldn't mind a few rounds with you, though. At some stage. I remember fondly our last fight."


Roytoc languidly walked into the Colosseum, unaware that it had been here before now, truly it was a sight to behold. The First Ranger was coated in snow, his dark leathers bleached white, his ebon skin barely showing, and his boots seemingly stuck with snow. Stone-gray eyes scanned the people present, his queen was one of them, as well as The Wizard. Precise steps took the Drow towards them all, having nothing better to do.


Gravedigger said to Satoshi, "Then I am required to offer my services of burial for those fortunate to fall into the embrace of death... Free of charge, of course." He paused, only to wait for confirmation before his next words, "I would only ask a few...requirements for the ceremony. By no means are they demands, though they would be ideal."


Satoshi said to Gravedigger, "And what might those 'requirements' be?" She can't help being wary of someone offering to do such a wretched job for free, however, and inches nearer to Dami to put a hint more space between digger and magus. She takes this time to give the terramancer a half-whispered retort, "He more than -likes- me, y'know. It's no wonder why, though~."


Eboric notices the fangs, perhaps for the first time. "So the bloodsuckers got you, eh? Well, worse things have happened, I suppose. But yes, I think another fight with you would be refreshing. I haven't been seriously hurt since...the last time we fought, and my body's getting too used to it. I'll win again, of course, but I think you'll give me a better fight than anyone else living."


Svilfon bursts out laughing at the barbarian's words; the noise flowing through the arena rich with genuine good humour. "Ah, Eboric, I do like you. Aye, the bloodsuckers got me. You do not fight a lich without durability." He nods and tips his hat to his fellow coterie members in an absent gesture, "I was untried last time. Now I am the wizard/knight of Frostmaw!" Well, he'll claim it anyway, "I will be more prepared for you, warrior." A faintly feral look passes over his eyes just briefly, before he speaks again, "And what better place than here?"


Kasyr , given the fact that most present seem to be paired up, is simply pacing about the arena- his hand casually tracing along the wall. The kensai can't help but be fascinated to a certain degree, the unblemished nature of this construct intriguing to a certain degree. A pristine quality that would undoubtedly be marred in the days, weeks, months, and, invariably, the years to come.


Dami nudges Satoshi with her elbow, pointing to both the booth, and the two men exchanging fighting words. "Looks like we're getting our first show?"


Gravedigger sighs, though not out of any particular emotion, more of the exhaustion he was straining to keep hidden before the ditch digger replies, "Simple things. A place of burial, for one. Lest you would rather them be buried at the spot of their gracious demise." When spoken through vacant expression, the words were perhaps a bit unsettling, but the nameless nomad did not reflect any bother. "I would ask that family or friends attend...and/or the one who caused the death. Other than that, I would ask for a day to prepare the body."


Kasyr said to Satoshi, "So, how..was this managed, anyways?"


Dami gives Kasyr the biggest, smuggest grin of the century.


Eboric looks out across the floor once more, and nods his head once. "I'll fight you here, Svilfon. It will instantly make this place famous," he says, unashamedly boasting. "I'll have to think on how to get past your tricks alive, but I am sure I'll come up with something!"


Roytoc didn't say anything as he now stood nearly next to the queen, he was merely observing the people and the location, and speaking would only ruin his concentration. Slow pats besieged his vest and pants, hoping to remove snow from clothing, and the chubby brown bunny with sparrow wings being held in Roy's left arm didn't seem to be doing anything. Flare was of course, sleeping, the cold made him lethargic, and even though he could greatly help in warming things, he would rather sleep.


Satoshi jerks a thumb at Dami in answer to Kasyr while she continues to eye the graveman. His lack of emotion in words reminds her of the scholar Tirona, and like when speaking to Tirona she finds herself absently nodding along to the words. "Noted. I'll have an answer for you in the near future."


Svilfon laughs again at the barbarian, "You should be immensely proud of how humble you are, Eboric." He flashes another grin, "I am sure you will. If not, you might not exit here alive." He nods his head as if he were speaking the simple truth, no hints of boasting in his voice. Perhaps he was.


Eboric cocks his head to one side, looking down at the wizard. "If I let myself get killed by magic tricks, then I don't deserve the honor of being me. However it unfolds, we will certainly put on the best show this arena will ever see."


Gravedigger said to Satoshi, "I shall wait, then... Do not expect the same patience from the dead." With that he turned, seemingly losing himself within his own thoughts as he took further observation of the immaculate colosseum, "Oh, yes. What work this shall bring...""


Svilfon refrains from saying 'Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks!', and instead responds with a grin, "Too bloody right, Eboric. I spend my days up here now," he gestures loosely around the area, "So I am never hard to find. When you're ready, come calling."


Eboric looks around, nodding his head. "I come up here now and then. Something out in the west intrigues me, and I've got some friends that live up in a cave, not too far from here. We'll meet up at some point, surely."


Satoshi , with a quick glance at Gravedigger and a tip of the hat to Dami and Roytoc, begins tailing Kasyr around the arena. After all, she hasn't had the chance to see the structure from all its angles yet, and a stroll with the kensai is a fond passtime.


Svilfon nods to the big man. "There is much to be found up here, Eboric; gold, fights or a mixture of both; bounties. You should come up here more often."


Eboric shrugs his shoulders, taking the time to observe the others in the arena as he replies. "I like the sound of all that well enough, but I think the time has come for me to cease working for anyone else. After all, there are none worthy of directing my actions..."


Roytoc returned his queen's nod, watching her depart before placing the bunny on his shoulder, the snow now fully relinquished from his clothing. Flare made a few annoyed chirps at Roy, irritated that he had woken him up, though the anger subsided as the rabbit held onto Roy's ear with a paw, enjoying the height. More chirping sounds came from the bunny as he conversed with his father, flames sparked from the thing's whiskers and nose, pluming steam upward; Flare was excited. Roy only smiled softly at the thing, not understanding him that well, ebon hands reached into pockets as Roy looked around once more.


Kasyr is hardly going to complain about his new wandering companion, the vampire simply pausing in his tracks so that Satoshi can fully catch up. From there, he's simply back to quietly meandering about.


Svilfon flashes a small smile as he turns to also observe the rest of those in the large arena. "Satoshi is worthy, Eboric. I'd not give my loyalty to her if she wasn't. Just something to think about." He claps the man on the back once more, before wandering around the arena with a quiet, yet altogether jovial whistle on his lips.


Eboric grunts, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the wizard.


Roytoc started to stroll around the Colosseum as well, everyone else seemed to be observing it, so the Ranger thought he would as well. Flare continuously chirped in his ear, making conversation and even gesticulating at times, the bunny only caused Roy to smile. While listening to Flare on his shoulder, he also studied the stone beneath his feet, it still seemed new, and sturdy as well. A grin slowly plastered its way across his ebon features, Roy would enjoy the fight to come here, who knows, maybe he would be in some.


Dami was sitting up in her chair, one of seven, silently watching everyone roam. With two fingers, she'd let out a sharp, shrill whistle to Kasyr and Satoshi, and throw a beckoning wave out. 'Come on up' it said.


Derry appeared in his standard spontaneous combustion, flames draping about his back writhing in their cloak form. Not really sure why he was here in the first place, it was almost as if he were called here. Things made themselves apparent shortly after his arrival though, the amount of Coterie and other notable frostmawian's made it obvious.


Svilfon nods his head in appreciation of the colosseum, before whispering a quiet word. Tendrils of smoke wrap around the strolling wizard, before he vanishes from his spot on the arena floor, only to reappear in one of the seven important chairs. He pulls out his Xalious wand and tunes out everyone else as he prepares himself a small spell.


Markos :| A massive owl can be seen circling over head, segments of its body clad in black plates of mithril... and there appears to be someone riding it.


Roytoc watched as the wizard teleported to one of the important chairs upward, a brow would be arched as eyes continued to view him and his outrageously pointy hat, Roy noted that he had pulled out a wand as well… Flare, the fluffy bunny on Roy's shoulder caught sight of Derry, the rabbit shook his fist at the pyromancer, seeming angry that someone else was doing things with fire other then him. A few sparks flew from the rabbits mouth, as well as his whiskers setting aflame. Roy slowly made his way to the chairs as well.


Satoshi catches Dami's whistle and promptly alters her course, climbing the steps to the box of secluded seats. "You thought of everything," the kit trills to Dami as she claims one of the luxury chairs.


Gravedigger, by this time, had made his way up to the viewing area, those seats on either side of him being occupied by his shovel and pick axe; the two tools his only true companions in a life under curse. He would wait, not hopeful or expecting, but ready should one of the combatants die in combat. Dami said to Satoshi, "Like I said, I had a lot of time to think~"


Svilfon completes his spell quietly, and just briefly the chair he sits on glows red, before fading back to its usual colour. The wizard lets out a satisfied grin as he relaxes back into it; feeling the heat that now flows from it wash over his robed body. The other chairs wouldn't be effected, the heat was quite localized, and it'd not be warm without the wizard's presence. But at least now he can watch the fights in proper comfort - and it'll hopefully stop other coterie members stealing his chair.


Satoshi gets cozy in the Royal Family seats.


Kasyr s' action is two-fold, considering that it's compromised of taking a few paces back, than using every bit of vampiric celerity he possseses to dashing -up- the wall by virtue of his forward velocity, only grabbing onto the edge when his momentum starts to fail. From there, he simply pulls himself up, so that he can head up towards his own particular seat.


Dami uses a little terramancic love, and by love she means power, to tip the 'cozyiest' chair back.


Hanan lurks flagrantly


Roytoc arrived up the booth containing the luxury chairs after walking up many steps, The Drow wasn't tired at all though, he actually viewed it as a nice bout of travel. With a languid gait the First Ranger made his way to a chair as well, sitting next to The Wizard, he wasn't sure why he had sat there, he had just felt like it. Flare hopped upon Roy's head, mussing up his stark-white hair, the brown bunny didn't care though. Curious rather large eyes scanned the vicinity, the rabbit looking at Svilfon more than anything else, a few sparks arced from his whiskers as a thought came to mind.


Derry watched onward at the seven chairs set up, and those who were gathered on them. So far he knew them all save for Dami, and the drow in the arena had thrown the genasi off. Two people whom he should have probably met beforehand, and didn't until they came to an arena, which was untimely. Turning to Kasyr, Derry offered a wave before he shouted,"How are things faring across the sea?" Derry had left the battle of Gamorg fairly early due to the shaman's shack and other various assaults in his attack.


Dami said to Roytoc, "I wouldn't sit there if I were you.."


Roytoc said to Dami, "And why is that?"


Markos starts making plans to create a chair covered in levitation runes so he will have the best seat in the house.


Svilfon finds himself staring up at the fog-shrouded sky, due to some terramancer-love.


Satoshi murmurs, "They're Coterie seating, is why? Perhaps~."


Gravedigger keeps his distance from the others, not completely out of range of earshot, but far enough to be alone within his own mind while he waited for the battle to commence. The living were quite the pestering bunch...and he did not, - literally - , have the patience necessary to tolerate such.


Dami said to Roytoc, "It wasn't meant for you~" She offered a shrug and a smile. "Nothing personal."


Kasyr lazily waves back to Derry, a clearly amused look on the Kensais face, "Given the entire point of that conflict was to cut off Gamorg from the mines? ...Well, between us et the dragon- we managed to cause a fairly severe amount of damage in a short amount of time, with minimal losses. We effectively stalled their forces...et, they lost one of their wraithen commanders. She es, effectively, dealt with."


Dami has hips that don't like in her chair. Get on her level, scrubs.


Dami turned around and drew into the back of her chair. The stone fell away like sand, in the hands of a Terramancer. ~Dami~ in fancy cursive was spelled out. "Mine."


Roytoc 's face remained stoic, as it usually did, and the Ranger only shrugged. Standing up languidly he didn't speak a word as he made his way back down the stairs, truly he really didn't care, he had better things to do anyway. Mainly get the items for Valentin. Flare once again was taken in his left arm as the Ranger threw his cowl up, preparing for the blizzard outside once again.


Derry said to Kasyr, "I appologize for departing so early, but after dealing with that shaman and his crazy shack, the acid rain, and the small militia that awaited me.. I could provide no more assistance."


Satoshi , since everyone else seems to be personalizing their chairs, decides to sing hers a little song. A melody that draws in the falling snow to encase the furniture in a solid sheath of ice. Svilfon may have the hottest chair, but hers is the coolest~.


Dami thinks 20% cooler.


Markos will inscribe his chair up with a metric ass ton of runes to make it personal to him.


Markos hates you guys. You know who you are.


Derry is hated.


Dami dug in her pockets for a handful of the gems she had coincidentally found while mining out the mountain for the materials needed. Smashing them into her chair, she simply chimes. "Razzle Dazzle~"


Markos pulls a rune out of his pocket, activates it, and...


Markos vanished before your eyes, perhaps never to be seen again.


Roytoc made his way across the snow covered floor of the Colosseum, mumbling to Flare about something or another, to which the bunny only replied in an odd chirping fashion. He seemed to be telling the rabbit that the Colosseum would only distract him from his duties and waste his time, therefore he had to leave. If the rabbit understood or not it didn't matter, he still chirped a response. Roy could already feel the colder atmosphere as slowly approached the exit.


Dami thinks there needs to be a hot dog vendor roaming around.


Gravedigger was not disappointed as the battle which was developing quickly dissipated. It left the man without a duty to perform should it end with a death, though, it also left him without the opportunity to make progress on relieving the curse which haunts him. Gravely the man sat...seemingly with nothing to do. There were no sentiments to be offered.


Kasyr takes a glance to the various chairs near him, and the methods everyone are taking to personalize theirs. With a shrug, and a brusque flick of his arms outwarsd, he promptly produces a pair of scalpels, before planting the mithril implements of maiming into the stone. ...With a slight help of some electrically charged kinetic force- but its' effectively needed. Still, his chair is looking pretty sharp now~ ...and he can always just find a proper sword to jam in there, later.


Satoshi eyes Kasyr's adaptations. "For you, I would have charred it black. Ashen and such~."


Derry just watched at everyone fussing over their chairs, not even striking the vampire to figure out if one had belonged to him or not.


Dami said to Kasyr, "It's missing something."


Dami would have liked to put something a little more.. risk-ay on her chair, but she could see the cliffs from here. She looked as Kasyr. She looked at the cliffs. Gems were fine!


Svilfon said, "Shiny"


Kasyr said to Dami, "I'll add Vuryals skull to my chair when I get ahold of him."


Dami gave the Kensai a two-fingered salute. "Now you're thinking."


Kasyr said to Gravedigger, "..You look bored. But than, considering that you seem to have the literal emotional depth of the things you bury, that es a given, non?"


Svilfon said to Kasyr, "You know, Kensai, that Vuryal at the head of his empire is more a blessing than a curse. You'd not want him replaced by someone intelligent."


Derry would love to replace his former lord at the head of that empire, then things would have gotten done, yessir.


Roytoc finally made it to the exit, still mumbling about something or another as he nonchalantly spit upon the ground. Exiting, his footsteps became merely a whisper in the background


Gravedigger was seated close enough to Kasyr during his brief respite that he was able to assume those words were directed toward him. He turned, "I am a simple man...only doing my duty." The undertaker's soul cried out to no avail, desperate to make known the hex which paralyzed his actions and left the man devoid of feeling. His mind and emotions would have no choice but to bend to it's will.


Kasyr said to Svilfon, "Peut-etre. But without him to guide it, it simply falls apart. Et with him coming to a violent end, we could effectively use the leverage et political clout we currently possess to take the reigns of said empire. His 'kingdom' is based on power, after all. With his fall, that places that power in the hands of anyone strong enough to take it."


Kasyr lofts an eyebrow at the carcass collector, before offering a hapless shrug. Whilst to a certain degree, the empath can detect the faint vestiges of -something- upon the man, its' hardly enough to trigger a full cognisant awareness, hence the indifferent response, "I do fear than, that you shall find yourself with naught to do this evening, Monsieur. No bloody baptisms, christenings in carnage, ou quoi-ce soit." Unforunately. "The downside, of surprises, j'suppose. Maybe we can just empty a prisoner or two in here, et get a frost dragon to come play..."


Hanan really was just curious when she stepped up to the Colosseum; while it may have been hidden she had a good nose. Perhaps she wasn't just curious; the Frostmaw Mines had been where Lita was captured recently, where she and one of the woman's friends had found Lita tied up. Where Hanan sought revenge, or something like it. But all she'd found was this. An empty mine and a ruttin' entertainment complex. The sailor poked her red-watchcapped head in the door, dark eyes peering about quietly. "Hell."


Kasyr said to Svilfon, "Hardly. I'd do it, if I must- but I'd be more apt to try et find someone appropriate for the position. That could be trusted, without question. It would make Vuryals act hard to follow."


Svilfon nods and offers a light shrug to Kasyr, "Be wary you do not replace one tyrant for another; the current one, though strong, is incompetent. Replacing him with someone who is less so..." He leaves the thought there.


Svilfon offers Hanan a tip of his hat from his chair, though whether the pirate noticed or not wouldn't be clear.


Dami recognized the woman from the night before. Again, two fingers pressed together, she'd whistle loudly to the pirate.


Dami did this to get her attention. Before anyone got any bright ideas..


Gravedigger nodded in agreement at Kasyr's advice...being a vacant vessel did hamper the majority of conversations, though his brain and understanding was quite in tact. Collecting both of his tools, he made it to a stand, his overworked bones creaking slightly as he prepares to weather the frosty conditions once more. "Should you indeed allow the prisoners to fight for the right of passing on to the next world, do so soon. Otherwise there is death elsewhere that I should attend to." The former necromancer was well aware of death and able to sense it well. He had been the result of much death and destruction during his time in his own lands...until he was defeated in battle. The mage who defeated him left him in his current condition, branding him with the curse of having to inter one body for each and every one he killed in his time. Thousands of unfortunate souls of all likes were killed by the man's hands and spells. The good, the wicked, the cheerful, those who lay in despair...To add further insult to the curse, the mage forbade the forced undertaker to assume any of these feelings. He would be but a shell until his task was carried out. "I shall wait."


Hanan didn't notice Svilfon's tip of the hat because someone was whistling at her. She'd been ready to curse out some randy spectator when she noticed it was Dami, someone she knew. "Hell!" She called up, then shoved her hands in her pockets and mounted the steps toward the woman's chair. "This some secret meeting or somethin'? I heard people in here, figured there might be a fight on..."


Satoshi seems to be dozing in her seat. It's just -that- comfy.


Dami waited till she was within ear shot of the elf before calling out. "I'd never expect to see a Sea Captain this far north."


Svilfon resists the urge to pull out a sneaky stick of charcoal.


Hanan rolled her eyes. "I'm on business. For some reason you morons don't have a port, so I had to use other means."


Satoshi , without bothering to open an eye, comments, "Cities atop mountain ranges aren't famous for their ports. We're anti-seasalt stench."


Satoshi 's Svilfon-trap hadn't worked. Pity.


Svilfon stops resisting the urge, and silently congratulates the snow queen on being one step ahead of his sneaky plan.


Dami || If Dami had been following the catch cat-eared theme that seemed so popular among the Coterie, her ears would have folded back at that statement. Morons? "I'm sorry? Not my problem."


Hanan quirked a brow. "Never said it was, Dami." She then turned and addressed the monarch. Hell. Hadn't expected her there. "I'm not silly. I figured you'd have an affiliated port elsewhere. Plenty of landlocked citystates have 'em."


Kasyr peers after the departing cleaner of cadaverous debris, idly calling out, "I imagine there shall be a need for your talents eventually, monsieur. Try not to fall victim to monotony or the cold before then." From there, the Revenant simply peers over in Damis' direction, and the visitor currently present. The mention of business is enough to coax up a pair of feline-like ears from his hair, the likes of which twitch in an anticipatory nature, "Oh? Just what es it that you have venturing so far...? Or es the business not with us?"


Satoshi gives a lazy, one-armed shrug. "Frostmaw's been self-sufficient for thousands of years. It's a tad slow in expanding out and mingling with other locations." There's a lot of cajolng and arguing to get Frost Giants to agree to changes.



The undertaker finally exits the colosseum to continue his duties...