RP:It's Only a Flesh Wound

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Part of the Rest in Pieces: Vailkrin! Arc


Summary: Larewen approaches Scandal's home with the intent of enlisting his help in dealing with her enemies in Vailkrin. A cruel plan comes to fruition after a grisly accident leaves Larewen further disfigured.


Scrathulclaw Hall

Scandal glanced out of his window through the red glass of this dark and black obsidian like castle. Which towered over every aspect of the land save perhaps for the mountain. His eyes watching the road. Scandal was thankful he hadn't any dragon guests today, as he had his fill of them pigging out on the elven girl scout who were selling cookies. Scandal himself finding nothing better to do with his time at taken leave of the fortress and proceeded to the front courtyard, where he picked up the evening newspaper, and after dropping the paper into a magical bin pulled out one that his dragon size could actually look at and read as if he were an old man reading his paper in a dark ashen wood rocking chair. He wore a simple robe, somehow this dragon liked the idea of clothing. Maybe making this dragon either appear silly or hint at much more higher functioning civility than found in most dragons which ever the reason. the two hundred foot tall dragon sat in the courtyard, feet up on the fountain and dwarfed by the immense building around him and the statues of dragons above him. "Lets see, explosion in Vailkrin, Razurath on the move, missing dinosaurs. yadd yadda yadda, ah, live stocks went up in cenril."


Larewen approaches the expansive fortress, a thick miasma of foreboding and darkness encircling the cursed elf’s presence. Mismatched eyes peer out from beneath the brim of a fedora, obscured only by thin, black veil she wears. Gloves cover her arms up to the elbows, though the stench of rot permeates the left one. A second curse upon her. A third, if you count the vampirism. She steps into the courtyard quietly, gaze sweeping to and fro until they fall upon the dragon. She blinks a time or two and clears her throat with a note of impatience. A single glance the woman’s way is all it takes for nearly anyone to identify her: Lady Larewen Dragana, the Vailkrinian Upstart and Wanna-Be Queen.


Scandal eyes the woman as he sets down his newspaper. "A traveler perfect," He stands up rising a good 200' over the woman and walks forward kneeling down for a second and shifting in size with a grit of teeth from the pain. Reemerging at around 6'. "How can i be of service, as you have approached my home." he asked


Larewen cranes her neck back, watching his face. As he shrinks in size, the backward curve of her throat is less intense. "As you approached too close to mine for comfort," she replies coolly. "Lord Shenorath's estate is in ruins, and several buildings in the vicinity suffered heavy damages. I am told I have you to thank for this."


Scandal eyes her and then shrugs, "It wouldn't be the first time this year that i have blown something up." he turns and motions with his hand for her to follow. "No doubt you have come to complain or to threaten, or to even oh i don't know any more, you like Wine, I bought too much of it, and since I currently can't seem to get drunk, I have little other use for it."


Larewen arches a brow and glances toward the wine, tongue briefly appearing as it sweeps over her lips. Oh yes, she most certainly loves wine and… well, it would have lots of uses back in Vailkrin. “Neither,” the necromancer says, her voice sweet as silver bells. “But if you’ve no use for them, House Dragana in Vailkrin certainly does.” Her arms cross over her chest, the left one oozing with rot. “I’ve actually come to offer you a job, provided you’ve less destructive capabilities.”


Scandal sighs, as he moves to the chair which suddenly and mysteriously has within the blink of an eye become the perfect size for him. "I have plenty other abilities, many less destructive, some more, though i try to avoid those, sometimes i don't get a choice in the matter." He said as snapped his talons and a bottle appeared on small side table and two glasses. "What do you need a five star chef, a skull crusher, a dragon with frequent flyer milage, aspect of terror, mana fount." He sighed, pouring himself a glasss. "Take your pick."


Larewen cants her head at an angle, head tilted upward slightly to regard the male. She appears unphased by the changing of the chair's side.The corners of her lips curl upward into a smirk as she says simply, "To take a city."


Scandal looks up, "Hold up, you just said you wanted less destructive abilities and now your asking me to take a city?" He rolled his eyes putting his talons on his head and shook it. "What would you need me to do, specfifically?"


Larewen rolls her shoulders upward into a shrug. “Oh, you know. Strike fear into the hearts of my enemies. Truly, I just don’t want to see such a glorious city fall to ruin.”


Scandal had an ill taste in his mouth and felt the urge to spit. As soon as he did a bucket appeared to catch it, for a second a sizzling sound could be heard and then the bucket exploded. Scandal grumbled under his breath, 'Even illusionary buckets, can't hold my..." He looked up at her. "Glorious city? Well who i am i kidding, I am not a vampire much less dead, to know beauty when i see it, alright quick summary what has happened and what do you need me to do, other than strike fear into enemies, specfics, please, otherwise i gonna get creative and when i do i get destructive evidence there by of this... and God___" He cursed as the some of the obsidion shingles fell from the roof loosened by the explosion, cutting him on his arm causing his silver blood to ooze out.


Larewen remains unaware of the piece of shingle as it bites into his shoulder. She reaches up with her left hand to jerk the shard free. The sudden movement causes a spray of the silver blood toward her. Reflexively, the necromancer’s arm moves to shield her face as it turns to the right. That forearm catches the blunt of the blood spray, but some of it seeps through, eating hungrily away at the flesh of her face. As the blood comes in contact with the necromantic runes carved into her flesh with another dragon’s blood, they come ablaze in verdant fire and the woman crumbles to the ground in agony. Blood pours from the edges of the tattooed sigils as they the curse cast upon her fully takes root, engraving itself on her very bones. She reaches up with her left hand, just in time to watch flesh and blood and necrotic tissue fell away to leave blackened bone and fingers that no longer respond to her control. A low growl rumbles in her throat and when her head lifts again, there is madness in those verdant and chocolate hues. “The Noble Houses of Vailkrin must be crippled, so that I may take the throne,” she hisses.


Scandal looks at her in agony, and rises quickly, tossing a new bucket of water over to get the blood off her. "I should have warned you, my blood is a little more potent than other dragons, your lucky it didn't liquefy the bone." He offered his hand the one without the wound, to help her up. "Crippled hmm, so why not, simply gather them into one place and dispose of them all at once? Fill the ceiling with dragon blood and lock the doors, so that it rains on them, or plant some of my well you've seen what it can do, blow them to shadow plain. Unless you want a dragon to eat them."


Larewen shakes out her arm, hair, and face beneath the water. Shaking her hat and veil away, luscious chestnut tresses fall to frame her face. The scarred half is now pockmarked with bruns that reveal bone and teeth. With a wave of her hand, the necromancer conjures a black mirror before them. It hovers before her face and she checks each side, comparing them. Her skeletal hand raises to brush limply against the shining, rune-marked bone. “Maybe some of the blood in their wine?” she says, seemingly pleased with her appearance


Scandal shrugged, "Well, most people suspect in the wine, why not lace the cup with it? That way no one can ever wash it clean of its contents."


Larewen hmms thoughtfully, tapping her good fingers against the blackened bone of her others. "I like that idea, too."


Scandal paused and dark smile crossed his face. "Promise them power, and they will flock to you, use their hunger against them, and they will fear you, I will come back to vailkrin, if you can get them to sit down, I have an idea, its probably best you get out of the room when i do, have you ever made airborn dragon's blood?"


Larewen smirks at Scandal. "Absolutely wonderful idea." With that, she dips her head, "I'll start making the plans." With those words, the vampire's mirror vanishes and she turns, stepping away.


Scandal stops her, "Your injured, at my own hand, stay the night, I have some illusionary servants who can help you, and dinner is in an hour."


Larewen lifts her chin slightly, turning on booted heel to glance at Scandal. "I'm afraid I can't. I've got matters to attend to and some magic to work. I'll catch you again though, soon."