RP:Turning Forever Twenty-Eight

Part of the Rest in Pieces: Vailkrin! Arc

Summary: None of the presents matter compared to the one Larewen gives Artia for her twenty-eighth birthday.

Artia's Ranch

Once you enter this ranch styled home you are greeted by a large foyer. Floors are layed with cherry wood planks, further into the foyer resides a grand pearl fire place. Once you leave the foyer, to the left is a large living room with book shelves along the walls. The books are full of different spells, potions and other magic topic books, some on different races of creatures within the land. This room would be a book worms heaven. Varies soft leather couches fill this room, wide windows are full in the walls. With cream curtains, and silver rope holding the curtains open. An cream color door is in the far left of the room. Within the room has lion fur blanket infront of the king size bed, the walls are painted varies greens and browns. With French doors leading outside. Upon leaving this room heading out to the foyer, going the other way you enter into a wood burning stove kitchen. The counter top is on its own island with granite tops, and a basket full of fresh variety fruits. Beside the fruit basket resides clean wine glasses accompanying wine bottles. Brass candle chandelier hangs directly above the island. Opposite side of the kitchen stands a large Bay window with a four person glass top table. Heading back out the foyer, you spot a secret door beside the grand pearl fire place, moving into the master bedroom the floor is enchanted to look like grass. The walls are painted with crimson until you look at the east wall, which is decorated with rocks and living plants at the corner of the floor is a natural spring, used like a hot tub would. Beside the spring across the room resides a four post cherry king size canopy bed. Looking back to where you entered could see the grand pearl fire place which turned out to be two sided. This room as well has its own French doors to exit outside.

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Artia had spent the rest of the evening making finger foods, and breaking out shot glasses, wine glasses out in the kitchen for those that want to drink, on the kitchen table sat a tub of jungle juice being it had a little of everything inside it but tasted like a fruit punch. Ava was off with the Nanny in her home away from home above her own ranch, a cloud palace an ex made for her. She knew her party might get a little wild, especially since she invited adults only. Let’s face it her friends could get a little wild, especially her best friend Brennia. A lot of shots and those two became the party. Lavender incense burned, the fire place roaring with flames. Moving to the front door she opened it up to greet her guest, the witch designed her own dress out of one of her older dresses making it look new again. Burning red silhouette dress with occasion lace along the material, skin showing at the waist cutouts leaving a straight line connecting to the skirt, with the sides cut out down to her hips on both sides revealed the newest tattoo. Twin feathers with broken feathers flying away, braids with beads dangling below, the back left open to show the tree of life with the symbols of each element branded into the bark. The dress being sleeveless showed off the enchanted tattoos of vines that are a bright green, twisting up her arm ending at the elbow starting from the wrist. The witch was quickly getting covered in ink, each person that came in would be greeted, but only one would get a kiss to her cheek. Brennia being the best friend would always be greeted with a kiss to the cheek.

Brennia arrives just in time with the troupe of bards she sent out earlier. There were three, one to play violin, one on the hand drum, and the other on a flute to help set the mood for Artia's party. This was her gift today on such short notice and the bards are dressed in simple flowing gowns and one in a casual suit. Brennia looks out of sorts as she recently got done teaching a lesson it seems as she's wearing a long sleeved, black, diamond slit back, silk blouse which is tucked into a high wasted black pin stripe pencil skirt; a look complete with black velvet pumps. Wisax probably landed behind her and she looked up at him, "Welcome to Artia's Ranch." She walked on it and returned the kiss, "Merry meet, love! The place looks amazing. Happiest of birthdays to you, Artia." She stood aside to motion to Wisax, "Artia this is Mister Vi." Those large oceanic blue eyes look up at the other avain, "Mister Vi, this is Artia…" She looks around for the liquor, "Mister Vi has some amazing inventions you should ask about." She closes in on the black fire wine her old flame and pours a generous goblet of it and gulping a bit of it down. Shortly after the troupe of bards welcome themselves in bowing to Artia while playing and lightly dancing about for her. One places a flower crown, another dawns her with a flower lay and the last gives one of her favorites, a beautiful rare lily which changes color once Artia takes it to match her outfit.

Wisax landed shortly after Brennia, having flown a short distance behind her. He came down in a single, smooth, movement and took right to walking without any pause in transferring between traveling the air and the ground. While the women were glamorous, Wisax was anything but. He was wrapped in a sort of cloak that looped around his chest and came into a large hood around his shoulders. Beneath he wore a mess of linen, leather and pockets. Adorned with a selection of tools and gadgets kept on his person. Clearly he had not expected to attend a party today. He gave the hostess a curt bow. “Happy birthday, miss. And a worthwhile life to you.” sporting a subtle smirk, barely noticeable. “Hopefully just interesting enough.” he makes given up gesture. “You'll have to excuse the lack of a gift, I wasn't aware I was going until we left Schezerade.”

Meri admittedly wasn't sure just what she'd was getting herself into when she agreed to be in attendance of this party but Artia had made the promise that it was a casual, finger food affair. There was a promise of trying to show off the tattoo that Meri had completed earlier in the day, a great way to drum up business for Meri. Needless to say, the tattoo artist didn't see a reason to not come and make some attempt to mingle and meet some new faces. That being said, as Meri wasn't sure just how many people would be present, and how many of those people she would actually know...So, Meri has been off slumming it somewhere with a flask. If Meri knew absolutely no one at this party? Alcohol would help that. Meri arrives underdressed. In the sense that unlike Brennia and Artia she has opted for her usual rough and tumble, boot and pants look rather than getting all dolled up in a dress. A low whistle for both the women when she enters as red lips twist into a sly grin, "Ladies, looking lovely as always. I take it you two are long time friends?" Blue eyes settle on Artia, "Happy birthday, glad to see you showing off the new ink." Further into Artia's home Meri goes, issuing a smile to Wisax in passing along with the quick introduction of, "Meri." Big picture, once the social pleasantries have been taken care of Meri is going to follow Brennia's line of thinking: where is the booze? I mean, it's in plain sight but that is what Meri will be after.

Oline arrived quite a bit later than she'd been told, dressed like a savage and smelling like a brewery. The ten-and-a-quarter foot giantess wore a single leather strap around her chest and a shoddy bear-pelt loincloth resting precariously upon her hips. Rather than paying attention to where she was watching, Oline's focus seemed to be on the finger she had stuck into her empty whiskey bottle. Inside, the invitation to the party rattled and rolled about evasively, clearly causing the large lanky girl a great deal of frustration. "Gyyaaaah!" she finally shouted, the sound carrying a great distance away as she gave up her struggle and trudged up to the door and, by proximity, Artia "Soddit!" she grumbled, holding up the empty bottle. "Ah'm... Ah'm... rilla invited t'this theng? Ah... hadda ask Mastuh Valen wudd'a buhthday wuz." The giantess fished into the satchel on her shoulder and procured a long, slender parcel wrapped carefully in leather. "Ah... dinna know... 'bowt th'gift givn' theng till.. a lil'biddago. Dunno kinna stuff yeh lahk, neithuh... s'wah juss... grabb'd sumthen." Oline wobbled a bit, poking her head inside to look around. "Ah'm ment... t'git smalluh... b'ah... f'got. Sorreh. Ah'll... try t'nawt... giddinfolks' way..."

Eirik is a little late to arrive, as near six-foot frame steps through the threshold of Artias ranch. Though this is a joyous occasion which merits new attire, the Northman clearly had not received the memo - that or he didn't care. A single blackened chainmail sleeve works its way up his right arm, weaving into a fur covered steel pauldron. Scuffed up steel greaves cover booted feet and die just below his knees. A silver stitched black leather jerkin, modified to not have a left sleeve, covers his torso while matching pants adorn the rest. The Lycans uncovered left arm looks as though it had suffered recent trauma. Well. Though healed, three-quarters of its length looks as though it had been skinned alive. That mark of dark magic completely gone. From beneath the veil of scarred features, intense silver orbs flick from on person to the next; identifying those he knows. Another set of steps swings the runic long sword tied to his hip via means of a leather baldric. Artia, might find Eirik addressing her first, "It's," well he wasn't sure, but would say it anyway. "Good to see you again." Thick-fingered, calloused right-hand raises to uncomfortably scratch at the nape of his own neck. In this moment the booze laid out by Artia are idly eyeballed. "Happy birthday." The Berserker smiles and pulls himself away from the group, to find his own spot in the distance. Like those before, he is sure to introduce himself to each though when eyes settle on Meri, his focus shifts for a moment. He knew someone else. Though Eirik had fought with Oline, he never had the pleasure of meeting her.

Artia knew Brennia couldn’t help but to bring the music, these girls knew each other so well sometimes it was like they shared the same brain, “So glad I could still you away from the bard college, been too long since we got to see the other. Even though its been like a week.” She teased the avian, then nods to Wisax, cyan blues taking in his face. “Nice to meet you Master Vi, thank you for coming along. I will look forward to see what you can invent soon I am sure if you stick around my best friend. As for gift I didn’t expect any, just being here is enough for me.” Her smile remained, looking back to Brennia giving her that certain look as to silent say, ‘nice’. Then the music walked up to Artia, bowing her head back to them. The flower crown, and lay made her giggle. Taking the lily, watching it change colors, “Oh, I love it.” Then the wonderful tattoo artist shows up, the whistle caused a wink from Artia, “You look good yourself, I told you I would be showing off the ink. You are great at what you do.” Oline showed up, she held nothing against the female, Rorin was the liar and cheater. “It is no problem no gift is needed just have a good time, I’ll be drunk as you shortly.” She waved her hand for Oline to go on in, but when her like big brother showed up, she went up on her toes. The first friend in her life really did come, she smiled widely, she didn’t think he would come honestly. But he did! It caused an excited squeal from her, “Thank you, dressed how I knew you would.” Artia then closed the door, skipping into the kitchen. “Alright everyone grab a shot! Oline grab you a large wood mug I left on the counter for you. First shots of the night as a group, screw broken hearts, screw everyone that hates on us. Its time for fun! Cheers!” Holding up the shot she takes it down in one swallow. Looking to Brennia she grabbed two jello shots, rainbow in colors, “Brennia, one for you and me. Come on you know you want too!” Biting her lip she giggled, speaking to Meri, “Brennia and I indeed go way back, I saved her life from my ex fiancé even. Long story short, we quickly became close.” Another wink was given, and then she took the jello shot. “Alright, everyone go around the room introduce yourself. Lets go with Brennia, Mister Vi, Meri, Oline and Eirik. Come on come on..” She raised on the tips of her toes, obviously she had some drinks before others showed.

Brennia nods, "Yes, we've been very close for a few years, Artia is my dearest friend.." She glances in Wisax's direction and felt she wanted to melt into the floor still so she beams that brilliant smile to Meri while casually throwing her arm around the artist's shoulders, "Say, let us get some shots." She pours whiskey shots one for the both of them and takes them with her remembering that was Meri's choice of drink back at her castle. She knocks the shot back with a champ only sighing after. She felt a bit worried at Oline's presence given the recent events between Artia and the giantess and this made Brennia rethink the liquor, she should probably slow it down in case… Then her gaze was on Wisax again, she wanted to go stand near him to ward of Oline if she needed to… Wait, why does it matter? Brennia rolled her eyes at her own self while wondering what the heck was going on. Suddenly Artia was near her with anther shot and of course she would partake with her. She felt she was being rude her to plus one and made her way back over to the very tall Avian, "Would you want something to drink Mister Vi?" She slowly sipped her wine being a good girl for now.

Wisax was fairly flat footed, socially. Clearly not quite used to the setting. Seeing as he knew no one particularly well, it was only natural. Still, he did alright for himself. “Wisax Wewiframe.” he returned to Meri. It was fairly clear why most called him simply 'Vi'. He seemed genuinely surprised though, judging by a barely readable shift in his expression when Oline came along. Drunkenly staggering around. Both proverbially and likely quite literally. He looked up at the giant, though he was probably closer to her height than most she met, with a small smirk. “Been drinking, have we?” though he was almost immediately addressed by Brennia again and turned his head sideways to face her. “I suppose I'd better. Think I'll let you pick my poison. Against better judgment.” When in Rome.

Oline was not accustomed to so many people in such a small environment. Well, it wasn't exactly small, her size just... gave her a slight claustrophobic feeling whenever she was indoors somewhere not clearly built for people of her stature. Doubly so surrounded by people not of her stature. A scan of the room was made, in search of faces she recognized. Brennia... yes, she'd met Brennia in Frostmaw the once. A slight nod was given. Then there was Meri... she counted the tattoo artist among her small group of friends, though... maybe acquaintence was still the appropriate term? She didn't know. She was bad at the whole friends thing. Still, that was the direction she would head... for now at least. "Meri? Meri! Heya!"

Eirik listens to Artia as she speaks up and pulls forth a metallic flask from the inside pocket of his own jerkin. Its lid is popped and he joins the group in their shot pulling a drinkers drink before pulling the flask back down. A sigh is given as all the social norms are used in every day conversation. Eirik wasn't much for fun, generally sticking to just getting things done. Eirik would stick around for a while, but even with his presence available; he is pretty unapproachable.

Artia would grab a cup and pour it full of whiskey, she was going to get smashed it was her birthday, and amongst the same reason as Oline. The music in the background had her wide hips swaying side to side to the beat; taking a long drink she swayed them out more swaying herself down towards the ground and back up. Looking back to the group gathered, “If you all want to mingle into the living room where there is more room or we can grab a bunch of these drinks and head to the backyard. I do not care, I am just thankful everyone made it!”

Meri hears Oline before she actually sees the giant, a wide grin held on her lips as her gaze sets on the door in expectation. And there she is. Oline is greeted with a wave, and a rather excited one at that. Eirik follows behind and is given a nod and a smile to say hello but before Meri can really get into much of anything with anyone, there Artia goes calling for shots. -That- was not a call this woman would ignore, shots were partaken in, happily. And if Artia made that call again? Meri would grab another shot. Artia's request that everyone introduce themselves? That is answered with a chuckle, "Well I believe that you've gone ahead and taken care of the introductions." Over to Oline Meri goes, only after locating herself another drink, coming to stand wherever the giant decides to settle herself. "Well, had I known you were at this party I would have said we could have made an entrance together. Hello again, Oline."

Oline blushed drunkenly at Meri and shook her head. "Ah... 'adda... checkku... cuppla'moah buttlohs fer... m'dignity." Grinning stupidly, the girl thumped her nearly-bare chest and laughed. "Fownt'ih, tho! Eerr'Ah am!" She would trot off in the direction of the indicated living room and find herself a clear spot on the floor to kneel. Clearly there was no furniture in this place built to accommodate a giant. "Ah'dve lahk'd t'commwith yeh tho. Yer look'n fahn... fuin... rilla nahss t'naht."

Brennia had to hold back a scowl and only looked at Wisax somehow pretending not to hear Oline. The surrounding party goers would see how Brennia's wings were preening under Vi's glances to her. Oh no… He's left- her- to get -him-not tha something to drink. "Be back." She looked a long moment at the different liquors and wondered if she should pick something strong or not, what kind of message would that send? Wait… Why does it matter, again. She takes the powerful Avian drink, Armantium white wine. She filled the wine glass half way while refilling her own… She tops the glass off a bit more for Vi. Making her way back around all the people in the room she brought him his drink. "Here you are," she offered beaming a smile, but someone bumped her and sent her own drink dribbling a little down her silk shirt. A glance to see who it was to no avail, but a shrug would be given and she went to start unbuttoning her shirt… No, not a good idea. She starts to glance about for a napkin.

Artia accidentally bumped into Brennia as she went to grab one of the jello shots again, and of course she came back to her right away with a napkin, patting the liquids away. Looking into Brennia’s face, and then handing the napkin to her, “I started cleaning you off, but I’ll let you press harder.” Turning around, placing the jello shots on a tray to pass them out to the others.

Wisax found his voice lost in the bustle of the party. But didn't seem particularly bothered. He just turned around and seemed more comfortable, if anything, simply people watching. Narrow green eyes flitting from one person to another. If he could be an observer.... He fell behind a bit, on purpose, as people started migrating to the living room. Remaining where he was before he decided whether to follow or not. When Brennia returned, he was taking an idle interest in the building itself. Apparent for of habit. “Ah, thanks.” he gave her a small smile, somewhat apologetic, while taking the drink. “I warned you I'm no good at parties.” he excused, only to looks slightly surprised as she had another in a long line of accidents. By now it was difficult to tell what was actually an accident and what wasn't. “That outfit of yours is taking a beating.”

Meri regards Oline with a slight tilt of her head, as usual Meri struggled with the accent but the fact that alcohol was involved made it additionally hard for the woman to understand the giant. Some of what she just said went right over Meri's head. Into the living room Meri would go, not wanting alone to end up sitting alone and being the wallflower of the party. That was the worst. The compliment that Oline issues Meri is regarded with a bit of a look though and a slight chuckle, "Eh, same look as any other day really. Nothing fancy. But thanks. So how'd it go at the tavern after I left?"

Larewen :: Another guest appeared, unannounced. There was a sense of foreboding, an aura of dark magic that heralded the necromancer’s approach. She did not rush to meet the witch and offer her well-wishes, but lingered by her lonesome.

Brennia chuckled softly at Artia, "Thanks, love." She said to her dear friend not before lifting two shots off the tray Artia had. "I don't think its about being good at parties… It's sometimes about just standing around looking good." She said too much now and shoved the shot in his hand while she threw her own back. The whole putting her foot in her mouth was not getting easier around him no matter how much booze she was trying to pour down or on herself. Standing so close in the crowded house her wing accidently brushes against Vi's, "Whoops." She did looks apologetic, "I know some Avians are really sensitive about their wings… I'll be good." She chuckles softly and nervously. Her oceanic blues take in Larewen with a soft smile on her plump lips for her.

Oline shook her head at Meri and wrinkled her nose. "Juss menns Ah thenk y'awlwess look nahss. Wujjuh thenk Ah was blowin' smoke up yer arse affta..." she blinked, rememberd she was never supposed to mention the thing again, and reddened a bit more in the cheek. "... whennah bump't inta'yeh in Lah-ket?" In response to Meri's question about the events at the tavern following her departure, Oline gestured down to her stomach, where a red and steadily-bruising splotch on her side and belly had appeared. "Ah leddmah guard down 'n ee godda good blow in, but Ah thenk Ah did priddy good. Ah lahk'd him. S'a rilla good fightah! Nahss, too. Thenk Ah'mm meck'm a fren'zwell. Prolly shudda ask't is nemm."

Artia moved to each person giving them a jello shot, Oline again would get the largest one, each flavor bursting into the mouth at varies different seconds. “I will be putting these back on the counter if you want more.” Off she went to put them back down. Stumbling slightly, kicking off her heels to make it easier for her to walk about. Picking back up her glass full of whiskey again, smiling widely to Brennia and offering a nod to Mister Vi, moving to stand with the two avians, being short compared to them. A five foot even seven of height even compared to their own six foot plus or more, “Mister Vi, how did you and my best friend here meet?”

Larewen offered only the faintest incline of her head in return to Brennia’s smile.

Wisax smirked and, in a burst of wit, shot back: “You'd be the expert on that.” He shook his head when Brennia apologized. “If it bothered me I would've said so.” he stated in his own unique matter of fact tone before, after slight hesitation, taking her prompt and downing she shot she pressed on him. At this rate people were going to start dropping fast. His head turned, following the hostess walking away. His usual habit of watching whatever was moving. Wisax blinked at Artia as she came back and fired a question at him. Putting the shot glass aside his expression smoothed out. Questions was nothing new. “I was testing a new device at the theatre in Schezerade.” Simple enough. “She took a interest in it. We've come to an arrangement since.”

Brennia practically held her breath at Artia and her questioning. Usually she wouldn't care and puts on her charms constantly friendly and beyond, but Artia might notice that Brennia is a bit lackluster around Vi for some reason. Maybe she was intimidated by him which doesn't happen often, but she pretends to be interested in the bard's playing music in the corner for all to enjoy as if she weren't listening to his response when, in fact, she would mentally pick at anything he said about her. She butts in at the end, "Not sex or anything." What -is- her deal right now? Who cares. She quickly took a gulp of her wine and quieted, "Sorry… Just the way you put it sounded…" She sighed, "Never mind." She goes back to dabbing her silk shirt with the napkin.

Meri shakes her head toward Oline, easily dismissing the suggestion of blowing smoke. Rather than getting into some elaborate discussion about compliments, Meri shifts the subject on toward other things, "You got into a fight and then immediately came to a party. That'a girl." Artia comes around with shots and Meri accepts it happily with a wink, she'd probably be feeling this in the morning but the woman didn't care. That shot it tossed back without even a thought.

Artia saw Brennia smile to someone, she turned to look only to spot Larewen. Her eyes went wide, she should had felt the sense of dark magic pulling at Artia’s to come out. But the liquor seemed to be numb, once her eyes connected with Larewen the witch would blush full out a deep crimson the most she had blushed in her life it would seem. Closing her eyes slightly, feeling now her inner dark magic boiling over for release at the way Larewen’s filled her sense. What in the world? The witch smiled widely to larewen, tilting her head for the elder vampire to come in more. Mister Vi pulled her out of the daze almost slipped into, turning her head back around to speak to Mister Vi, “Oh I see, I should stop by the theatre and you two show me this new device?” After they would answer, if Larewen did not move towards them, Artia would find herself at her side. “M’lady, I am glad to see you came.”

Oline found another drink in her hand and stared down at it curiously for a moment. Then down it went, without so much as a second thought. Oline chuckled at Meri's response and shrugged, eyes shifting from face to face in search of Artia. "Ah lahk t'fight. Helps... t'git m'mahnd offa thengs. Lahlk comin' here." She continued to watch Artia flit about playing hostess with an appreciatively intoxicated gaze. "Ah figguh'd Ah migh'z well. See... this pahtee... she's th'uttha gurl. We gotta pain in comm'n..."

Larewen was not quite a social creature, especially at this moment of emotional instability. She had been truthful to Emrith before she’d come here; she wanted to change for the better. Some things weren’t so simple, though. The elf’s brown eye studied the darkness that kissed Artia’s magic and, as the woman made her way to her side, the necromancer turned toward her. “Are you ready to die?” she asked bluntly.

Wisax glanced to Brennia at her outburst. He seemed somewhat confused but played it off well enough. “Never said it was.” that was the second time. He turned back to Artia. “Well. It's not at the theater anymore. But I'm sure Brennia will be able to let you know when she plans on making use of it.” only to see her wander off. Were parties usually this befuddling?

Meri kept an ear on the Artia/Brennia/Wisax conversation but doesn't really attempt to join it, still at ease with her conversation with Oline. Well at least she was until Larewen had finally spoken, thus drawing Meri's attention to her. Keeping aware of her surroundings was something that Meri was inclined to do but the alcohol made it very easy to let her guard down, so she wasn't really paying attention to who was coming or going. She was just chatting with a drunken giant, drunkenly. Not anymore. Now Meri is going to just stare at the necromancer in a bit of a dumbfounded manner because who comes to a party and asks a question like that?

Eirik , from seemingly nowhere, rejoins the group, from his nearby position. Another shot is snatched up in well calloused hands and raised. He had a lot of catching up to do, considering the things he was seeing happen at Artias party. Larewyns comment is ignored, the Lycan had better things to do than watch out for Artias safety. She could handle that on her own. As for the conversation between Oline and Meri, Eirik rudely enters without second thought. “You were fighting?” Just before she came here? “I’ll assume that you won then?” He hands the shot he had picked up to her, before grabbing another for himself. “Here’s to your win,” he adds before she might even have a chance to respond. The drink is downed in a single swallow, empty glass placed back down.

Brennia looked up with an apologetic expression to him, "Apologies if that sounded rude… It just sounded like I was getting something from you for favors… Apologies. Not that I -" She was cut off when she heard the word 'Die' come from Larewen with those great hearing long pointed ears and she didn’t know why, but she took Vi by the arm in order to drag him along, close to this hand, but not. "Die?" She didn't sound judgmental, but a bit worried even though she knows that Artia can handle herself. Artia is an adult and can do as she wishes. Once Brennia was close enough Larewen could easily pick up on her most favorite scents coming from the two avians.

Oline found herself staring at Larewen as well. That... was certainly one way to make an entrance. Not that Oline was in any position to judge. She'd shown up to a party full of alcohol already more than a bit sloshed. Slowly rising up to her feet, the giantess walked out into the kitchen area... slightly crouched the entire time of course... to find herself another drink. She settled on a bottle of whisky, uncorked it on the spot, and finished it in two swigs. A second was grabbed and brought back out with her to a perch not far from the original beside Meri... though for now Oline was content to stand. Wobble. Totter. Teeter, too... a little.

Artia got goose bumps as the vampire spoke those words, the deal was here to be made. She moved from Larewen’s side, to place a note into Brennia skirt. Then back to Larewen, “I am, when you are ready to take my life?” Only person in the room would understand what was going on would be Brennia, once she read the note.

Wisax found himself pulled along when Brennia approached Larewen and Artia and seemed strangely neutral about the whole thing. Though his eyes were drawn to the vampire, more studious than wary. Unaware what exactly was going on, he didn't seem about to interfere.

Meri isn't entirely sure what to make of Eirik's manner of joining the conversation. Rude indeed. A drink for himself, a drink for Oline, and Meri's left without. A brow is lifted and lips are pursed together briefly but Meri decides against making a scene, especially since there already seemed to be one unfolding before them. "Eirik. Oline. Oline. Eirik. I believe you two have something in common." Obviously for Meri to even be making that comment, she had a fair indication of what they had in common but they are left to figure out those details while Meri gawked. No attempt to even cover it up, just an open, drunken stare at Larewen and Artia.

Brennia placed a kiss on Artia's forehead before she linked her arm in Wisax's and stepped back with him. A looks of concern give up tp him though she didn't expect him to understand or even comfort her. She trusted her friend knew what she was doing as her free hand slipped the note out of her skirt and secretly read it. She didn't read all of it and stuffed it back into her skirt keeping her gaze only on Artia.

Larewen didn’t have to look to the two avians to know they were near, all she had to do was inhale. Emrith was not here, but his scent was. This seemed to further the elf’s anguish and when Artia spoke, the necromancer’s movements were sudden. She reached out, snaring the witch by her wrist and unceremoniously tugging Artia against her. It was unusual, the way in which the elder vampire curled her arm around Artia’s waste whilst her other hand rose up to five purchase in her tresses. Larewen held the witch tightly, as if she were Artia’s lover and afraid to let her go. Unless someone intervened, she would press her mouth to the other’s throat, fangs gliding across her skin until they found the vein she sought. All it would take from there is a bit of pressure to pierce the soft skin.

Wisax was then drawn back again. Only along for the ride, really. Still, as Brennia seemed somewhat distressed, he gave her arm a slight squeeze. Though, as an outsider, whatever comfort he might bring was in serious doubt. Still, it was only proper to try. The Tinker showed very little surprise as Larewen acted. Either their brief exchange had tipped him off or he wasn't invested enough to be surprised. Either way, he furrowed his brow barely noticeably. He wasn't great at parties. But even he could tell this was kind of a mood killer.

Artia would not let anyone intervene, one of her arms wrapped around Larewen’s waist, leaning her head back to give her the full access she needs to puncture her fangs inside the flesh. Her other hands slipped onto Larewen’s head, urging her on to turn her. Smiling the entire time, the deal would be completed between them. “Everyone, time to leave.” Lifting her head back up slightly to meet the fangs half way.

Brennia watches with a memory drifting into her mind.. Something she's been meaning to forget about and eventually she averts her gaze while raising a hand to the three bards in the corner to stop their playing a moment. Brennia didn't know why, but the massive onyx wings spanned out, uncaring of whatever she knocks over to block anyone's view of what was going on.

Oline found herself staring in a half-dazed, half-stupored state. She... wasn't even entirely certaing what she was seeing, at this point, though there was a strange knot in the pit of her gut that told her she should be reacting very differently than she was.

Meri has been to a few parties. Shoot, she may have even organized a festival once but this party might just be winning the prize on most dramatic. Never before has Meri been to a party that ended with 'and then the hostess kicked us because a vampire wanted to turn her into a snack. Pretty sure she died that night. Maybe.' Part of Meri of course wants to do something to intervene but Artia is smiling like a weirdo (so Meri thinks) and Brennia is using her wings to block of the scene, not trying to stop her bestie from being eaten. So Meri starts for the door, declaring toward Oline and Eirik, "Yeah, I am just going to listen to the lady. She wants me out of her house? I am out of her house."

Wisax was still hooked to Brennia. Brow still furrowed, he looked down to her beside him when she spread her wings, stepping slightly forwards to avoid being buffeted. What now?

Larewen had no need or desire for privacy; if there were an audience, it would not phase her. That much was made certain when, even as Artia requested that her guests depart, the elf bit down into her soft flesh. Pearlescent fang slid through the other’s pale skin, rending a hole into her carotid artery. The witch’s heart would do much of the remaining work, pumping the crimson fluid out of her circulatory system and into Larewen’s mouth, which she greedily swallowed. It would not be until the witch had grown limp and weak in the necromancer’s arms that she would draw her mouth away from her neck and tear open her wrist with blood-stained eye-teeth. Larewen’s own blood was darkened with corruption and thicker than it should be as she placed the oozing flesh before Artia’s lips.

Eirik looks towards Meri, as he had realized the full extent of his rude behaviour. However, attention is on the scene here for only a moment. Well, this looked like it was the end. "Hold up Meri," Eirik shakes his head and leaves, following the tattoo artist.

Ameno was thoroughly embarrassed he was absurdly late to party, and had dressed as best he could for the part, but regardless he had made it, at least to the door before he saw a woman leave quickly, Assuming the party was over he placed the bottle of champagne he had brought by the door, and tied a note to it, with a letter of apology. Then sighing he turned 180 degress went back into the forest turned left and then up the hill back to his house.

Brennia heard the others leave, the bards took the queue right away and were the first out practically running for the hills. Once everyone else left she boldly took Vi's hand and lead him outside as well away from the rest of the scent because she didn't want to see it, to be honest. She knows Artia will be back, but it is never certain exactly how. Once outside she took a deep breath, "Would you be so kind to walk with me a moment?" Those large blue eyes look up at him as something still seemed to worry her.

Oline was either too intoxicated or too fascinated to make her way out with the rest of the crowd. Which was mostly harmless. She wasn't about to interfere, she didn't even know what the hells she was seeing... although it did make her squirm a little awkwardly. That could have been the liquor, too. Hard to say for certain.

Wisax was being pulled quite a lot tonight! This time, out of the building. But by the hand. Which was probably for the best. Being pulled along at high speeds by the elbow was far from comfortable. He threw a questioning look at the giant in passing before he was brought out the door. Once outside and faced with Brennia's pleading look, he wore a vaguely compassionate expression. Not entirely made out of stone, apparently. “Alright.”

Artia felt the fangs sink into her neck, into the artery needed to drain the life from her. Artia’s heart pounded away in her chest quickly at the feel of the blood being pulled from her, the more she drained the slower her heart went. Feeling her skin losing the warmth, feeling cold from the lack of blood, she was ready. The limp form of Artia hung freely in Larewen’s embrace, feeling the drops of blood coming towards her, looking at the fluid that would change her. Either drink, or she truly dies. Both were tempting, as soon as Larewen placed the wrist to Artia’s plump ones she pulled and drank heavily.

Larewen allowed Artia to drink for some time - until the pull on her own corrupted blood became too much for her heart, only just returned to her body, to handle. Only then did the elf draw her arm away from the witch’s lips. She did not release her from the embrace. “You will feel your body die, and then you shall return to this world as a fledgling of House Dragana.

Artia swallowed every drop allowed, groaning as the taste was nothing like she had never had before. She needed more. She felt her body screaming to drink more, the corrupted thick ooze flowing down her throat into her stomach. Delievering herself down into her fate of the deal she made for her daughter months back before she was even born when she thought Odhranos was dead. She was lost and a lone, never wanted to take a chance on Ava growing up an orphan, she made sure Ava would never have the life she had growing up. Artia swore she would give her daughter the world, and now she could. Cyan eyes stared into Larewen’s, “Yes madame.” Closing her eyes as she felt the tears roll down her eyes, joy or sad? Her heart was previously broken, shattered and only thing she would feel is the slowing of her heart. Her heart stopped. Leaving her to die, and be reborn into a whole other world.

Larewen waited until the witch’s heart stopped entirely to lower her gently to the ground. With blood dribbling down her chin and onto her chest whilst a black ooze crept from her wrist, the necromancer truly looked like the monster she was. With the two avians gone, Emrith’s smell had left and her eyes no longer seemed as wild as they had before. To Oline, she said, “You may not wish to be near her when she comes to. The hunger will hold her captive in its embrace for some time.”

Oline stared at Larewen for a moment, head canted to the side. She opened her mouth to speak words but, it just kind've hung there in awed paralysis for a moment before closing again. She nodded, but her efforts to rise were largely in vain. After a second, she simply gave up and slumped back down to the wall with a sigh. "Whudda theng... foh sum'n t'wan dun t'themselfs..."

Larewen took her leave, but not before reaching into the pack at her side for a few vials of blood. Given Oline's inability to leave, she approached the giant and handed them to her. "She will need these to sate her thirst. Sparingly. I will return before too much longer, but madness has been an unfortunate side effect of some that I have sired. She could lose her mind."

Oline nodded to Larewen, frowning somewhat but taking the vials without question. "Ah... fill r'sponsible... foh wuddhappen't. Ah'll... stay 'ere... 'n meck shoore... sh'comes threw orrite." This was said with a nod... and certain grim resolve. The 'Or die trying' was implied.

Inside of Artias body she felt herself painfully changing, and then to where she would awake she would hurt and desire blood.