RP:Ynhaldei Meets With Gevurah

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Grand Temple of Vakmatharas

On the site of the former and ruined temple to the Ascendi Vakarash now stands a magnificent structure made entirely of native blackstone. Its vaulted halls are lit dimly with dark votive candles, and acrid smoke rises from gold and iron censers cast into the shape of demons set upon the main hall’s central altar. The altar itself is a paragon to Death – skulls of all races adorn it, set about with candlesticks of intricately carven bone. Bowls of blood and platters of meat are often placed upon it. Fresher blood offerings are not uncommon, and devotees make sacrifice and pray to their dark God at all hours. Faint screams echo from some hidden recess below, presumably the cries of those fortunate enough to have been chosen as sacrifices to the God of Death. Staunch guards are stationed at every possible entryway, all of them priests and necromancers adept in the Dark Arts, all of them more than capable of defending their Temple.


Gevurah arrives long before the allotted time to meet with Ynhaldei. The High Priestess of Vakmatharas visits the temple first and foremost to worship her god. She offers meat and blood at the altar, whispers a prayer, then moves towards a small vestibule scalloped into the blackstone wall. There she reads a tome that belongs to the temple. Five more drow, the drow noble's personal guard, stand sentry in the various corners of the room. Those savvy to drow politics would recognize the emblem nestled in the choker at her throat as bearing the seal of House D'Artes, the ruling House of Trist'oth.

Vailkrin.. Not the best place to be but then again, business is always her priority. Not some place one would normally go through to loiter about... probably only if one is crazy enough to do so... Luckily, she is one. The undead is.. a bit confusing at times but they are quite neutral to most things. She is a drow for their eyes, an elf like creature with sun-brunt skin. Not really a disguise she practically placed onto herself but it was what she is born with. She moves across the land of the undead until finally she found the temple. Not much of a person who worships any celestial or demonic creature but she would prefer not to disturb anyone here, it is common courtesy to respect another person's belief even if you yourself does not believe on it. She found herself inside the temple when finally the woman is about to take her seat. She has no idea who she is meeting. Only a name, Gevurah and the rumors that filled such. She was expecting someone covered in armor, weapons and mutilated innard but this place is too imaculate for such apparently. She simply stood in the doorway for now, waiting for anyone to spot her.

Gevurah wears a corseted, full-length dress with long sleeves that drape off of each forearm. She's never donned heavy armor, and -- aside from ceremonial daggers,and the seven-headed viper whip she wears at her hip -- no weapons either. Her poise and straight back suggest high birth and discipline. She holds her chin high at all times, even as she reads. Ynhaldei sticks out like a sore thumb in a place like this, and given her confetti-dove courier method, Gevurah's captain of the guard makes an educated guess about who the elf may be. The captain crosses over to Gevurah and whispers. The noble looks up and across the Grand Temple's main hall at Ynhaldei, her eyes glowing bright red in the dim light. The elf may look drow to those who don't know better, but true drow recognize their own, and Ynhaldei is not one of them. Gevurah scowls at the discovery of Ynhaldei's race, but her thirst for power trumps the limitations of her racism. The drow rises and crosses towards Ynhaldei, but keeps a more than sociable distance away. "Are you Ynhuldii." Gevurah has a way of intoning all questions as if they were statements, and of mispronouncing elven names. Elven and drow phonetics lost their kinship millenia ago. Though there is a not small chance Gevurah mispronounces elven names on purpose.

Garbed in her usual circus master clothes of corset, blouse, slacks, heels and gloves. Finally her top hat, she did not 'competely' entered the chamber. As per respect that no hats should be worn while inside respectible buildings and for her own safety, her hat is both her weapon and protection, keeping it on her head was always a reason for her to not take unnecessary risks. She was dark, maybe enough to trick any simple minded drow as she walked past them, most people has also been tricked by such as well and it is always interesting to see whenever someone's eyes are sharp enough to distinguish the differences. She turns toward the woman but has not taken a step forward. "I might be... Depends who is asking. I am looking for a lady under the name..." taking a piece of paper from her pocket as she said, "Ghe.. Geh-vuh-rah... I'm really sorry, This person's handwriting is quite a task to read." she is blind but she can use soundwaves to read, as vibration can go through paper, the places with ink will have a denser surface, allowing her to read the letters. "I do hope you don't mind me waiting here until such person goes into the light."

Gevurah isn't provoked by the mild insult. Being in the presence of an elf is insult enough, and she's coping with that just fine too. Mostly. "I am Gevurah D'Artes, First Daughter of Trist'oth, High Priestess to Vakmatharas." Sensing the blind elf's tension she suggests, "Let's talk in the graveyard where there is more privacy." Without waiting for confirmation she leads the party outside and some distance away from the temple. Assuming Ynhaldei agrees and follows, she then asks, "Tell me, what is this about the wolf's plan."

Simply smiled and nods at the woman as she finally introduced herself. Clearly not the person she is expecting, maybe the rumors aren't real? Then again in most cases, the battle of the mind comes first before the fist. It is possible that all the rumors are true, that this woman is basically 'murder on heels' and the fine black dress and jewelries are mere disguise. Possible, Possible. Such thoughts filled her mind as she followed the woman, She barely cared about the safe distance between them, she close.. too close for comfort, as if if she has a blade at her hand she can easily sink it into her spine. Oh the thoughts of bloodlust and the ecstasy it comes with. Teasing herself? Most likely. Soon enough they found themselves by the graveyard, this time she kept her distance from her as she finally exhaled. "I tend to get lost." audibly reasoning out why she has to be 'that' close. Clearing her throat as she looked up to her, "Oh my.. where are my manners.." she takes off her hat and looked upon the void within it. "There they are..." grinning at her own joke before bowing. "Miss Ynhaldei, Performer, Entrepreneur and Circus Master of the Travelling Misfortune." she straightens her back and put on her top hat back on before speaking once more. "Its is 'technically' not his plan. It is my plan, However I could not risk giving out tasks to people without knowing their strengths. I do know your weaknesses are your own, your skills are your own but a mere... rundown of your talents, you do not need to fill me with full details of how or what you'd do as ofcourse... it is alot more interesting to fight an unknown." Smiling at her, "Let's be honest, it is possible for us to be allies for today... but no one can be sure tomorrow."

Gevurah puts distance between herself and Ynhaldei. "Keep your distance," the noble says in case the elf didn't get the hint. Ynhaldei's explanation of why she must be close is met with a terse nod which Ynhaldei cannot see. Gevurah's never been to a circus and isn't in the slightest moved by this bombastic introduction. Gladiator battles to the death are the only entertainment the drow truly enjoys. Poor people or slaves fighting for a scrap of bread? High comedy. Top hats and puns? Blank face. "Do you have no idea who I am." She sighs brusquely through her nose. "I am second in Trist'oth, outranked only by Patron Tiphareth, lich and Archmage of the Mage's Guild of Lithrydel. And, seeing as how he is on... a sabbatical," she grins as if she made a joke, "When you wish to speak to the leader of Trist'oth you speak to me. I am a High Priestess of Vakmatharas. When it comes to my talents, you can make an educated guess from there, and then double the power. Understood?" She pauses, but cuts off Ynhaldei before she can reply. Gevurah has few social skills and even less patience. She continues in her thickly accented common. "As for the matter on hand, this fight Desparrow has is not a priority for me. As I told him, I want access to the Coral Castle near the shore. In exchange for uninterrupted access, I'll supply gold, supplies, a few drow soldiers, even a mage if you so like, as yes, I command an army," she speaks this last phrase slowly as if Ynhaldei were a child. It's also a warning to any future plans to oppose Gevurah.

Ynhaldei loudly exhaled... in disappointment, shaking her head alittle as she leaned on a nearby tomb as she rubbed her cheek alittle. "And here I thought you would be the one in the front lines." Clearly she is expecting soldiers... that Gevurah herself is one and would be a reliable part of the crew and now... She is apparently leader of an army.. an army of people she has no idea of. People that she'll never figure out or even bother speaking with due to their sheer number. A bunch of cannon fodders for all she knows. Rubbing her forehead as she said, "I am not sure if I should be impressed or not. Rumors tends to bend the fabric of truth and leaders... well, not all leaders are actually talented. Most are merely placed onto their position due to simple reasons like wealth or being the next of kin." She looked upon the woman quietly. She can see her... Every soundwave is useful for her 'sight' as long as it bounces upon the woman before her, she can see her. Like her nodding for example. She somehow lost the mood to even explain the plan to her, Tapping her head as she ponder on how to work this out.

Gevurah's player is sympathetic to Ynhaldei. It's true, Gevurah has no chill. The drow grins darkly at Ynhaldei's attempt to yank her chain through indirect insult. "I don't care if you approve of my rank or not. That's the grace of true power. It doesn't need permission. I offer you three rogues and a mage. I will also be there, but my focus is on the castle. Like I said to Desparrow, I don't care if he succeeds or not. If you want me more involved, sweeten the deal."

"With no disrespect Madam, I simply need soldiers.. not cannon fodders." Frowning alittle as she take off her hat and combed her hair a couple of times with her hand before putting it back on. "I cannot trust certain tasks to mere members of your army without knowing who they are." sighing as she finally said, "I shall now tell you about my plan, would you prefer me to tell you and you'll listen? or shall I simply write it down on a piece of paper? Its quite an explanation and it would be best if any of the members of this crew would not forget any details."

Gevurah's brow furrows and she wonders if something is lost in the literal translation from drow to common. "I am offering you soldiers. Good ones. For you to employ as you wish. A small regimen of four. I assure you they are not merely pawns." She waves a hand for Ynhaldei to continue and points at two of the men with her. "These two would be included in the regimen."

"Someone's assurance does not compare with a person's own talents. Risking your own life to prove a point is different from sending someone to risk their lives to prove a point." That was the idea... 'the risk'. A person's effiency is far more visible when one's life is at risk. Receiving someone's assurance is far from solid data that she can rely on. Gevurah has given her 'word', her 'assurance', her 'warrant' but all of these are based on her 'assumption' to what this other person would do. Gevurah is not risking her own life to prove her worth, she is sending someone else to risk their lives and 'HOPES' that they would be useful. She simply closes her eyes and said, "Where are these people then?" Already thinking that she should speak with them instead of this woman.

Gevurah lifts a brow critically at Ynhaldei's words. "I don't play soldier in other people's wars." She waves a hand for the two men she pointed out to step forward. The other two, the third rogue and mage, are not present. The two drow that would be given to Ynhaldei for her cause step forward and eye her with some disdain. She is, after all, an elf.

Ynhaldei simply waved at them, clearly unimpressed with their threats and taking steps forward and all that jazz. "A man chooses but a slave obeys... Racism is taught. Not something a person is born with. I can feel the hatred upon your eyes as soon as you looked upon me, would that mean that the three of you blindly obeyed the doctrines that was imposed to you when you were young? That elves are supposed to be hated? How long has that been though? A couple of centuries worth of hate? Don't you think that the original 'haters' has already died long ago and your current hate no longer has proper footing?" she herself was raised in a desert so she never really cared about the drows. They are just people for her. "I find this fact disturbing but sure.. whatever, I no longer care. I shall tell you the plan." clearly annoyed as she pulled out a map out of her hat, spreading it about ontop of a tomb and looking at the woman, wondering if she is listening.

Gevurah is definitely listening and paying close attention. Neither she nor the guards react one way or the other to the anti-racism speech. Drow aren't bred for high-minded ideology on race or class or anything else for that matter. Without being a drow, it's hard to understand their world view. Something about growing up in stony caverns seems to turn the soul hateful.

She was already bored with these people. Gevurah herself isn't fighting so it barely matters to her, as if she was explaining the plan to two children who she knew barely cares of what she has to say. Or maybe that is just her own assumption. They simply lack the intensity that she seek. "The assault begins at the Gorge.. there is a Gorge that separates Cenril from most land mass in the Kelay, Sage, Vailkrin, Gualon area. The very reason why Cenril has a bridge. To get to the Gorge, there is a path that leads to an underneath tunnel that may potentially lead into the Underdark. But we don't necessarily need to go that far. There is a cave there infested with Bug Bears. These creatures would defend their territory and needs to be taken care of before the digging commences. I do own a Desert Wyrm that we can use to dig from the tunnel into the bottom part of the Gorge. From there it would be near impossible for anyone to spot us from up top. Now, my pet would dig diagonally toward Cenril Bath-House, With proper planning, it is possible to dig underneath the outer wall foundations without disturbing or causing any suspicion. This is also perfect opportunity to rig the walls with explosives. However the last few feet towards would be needed to be dug manually as it would be too close from the surface." She brings up the map again, it was the map of Cenril but it had lines, drawings and writing all over it. "Reason why we need the bath-house is because the town has a sewer system and can be used to our advantage. The initial plan would require a large group of people. Like seventy people give or take. However having that many people going through Cenril Gates will cause alarm and suspicious, having to be armed to the teeth and possibly trying to cross the border with barrels upon barrels of explosives would be a no-go. As soon as we tunneled into the bath-house a group of five has to go to the surface and wait in the alley beside the bath-house. The rest of the team will move forward." tracing her hand down upon the map, going 1 south from the bath-house and a couple blocks east, down Beloy Street." Upto here. This is part right here is in front of the Cathedral of the Divine Three... its the only road that connects the Warrior's Headquarters to Cenril. From this point on, The tean has to be separate... This is not my fault. Desparrow is. First of, a team as to rig this road with enough explosives to make the road impassable while the rest of the team move forward." trailing her finger one block further east then one south. "Here.. is Belfry Tower. A tower that size will have its foundations connected into the sewer so finding access to the surface would be easy. Now, Let's assume that we were able to come up with seventy people and ten of which are sappers, the first group that was in the alley in by the bath-house would be a team of five, leaving me with fifty five people. Now from the Belfry tower, those fifty five people has to separate into three groups. A group of ten.. of fifteen and the rest. Let's call the ten as A and the fifteen as B and finally the rest as C. Team A will leave Belfry tower from the surface and try to find the Vice Mayor of Cenril. When I said it is Desparrow's fault its because he apparently killed the current mayor of the town and now whole Cenril is in full alert. I planned for a smaller crew.. not seventy but he simply improved the risks so we just have to deal with it. Again, Team A will go to the surface and go east then north, hoping that the new Mayor is taking up residence to the Mayor's Mansion. Team B will exit Belfry Tower from the surface and go south east to the Capitol Building. Taking control of this two buildings as swiftly and quietly as possible is a must. At the same time, Team C will need to conquer the Priest Headquarters, The Belfry Tower and the Cathedral itself. Possibly use the priests as meat shield when the plan goes sour. Now that the Capitol building and Mayor's Mansion taken care of, no orders will come from those buildings and the attack from the western wall can commence. Desparrow promised an army would attack from the west to go up against the Cenril's outer wall. With the Church also compromised, the bell tower will never ring and the Warrior's Headquarters will never be aware of the attack. Eventually someone from the outer wall will send someone on foot or on horse to manually request for reinforcements. That is what the five people in the alley is for, to ambush this person. The camp will 'eventually' realize that the city is being attacked so we can use the Belfry Tower and the Cathedral's elevation for archer nests and attack who ever crosses the street from the camp. If they insisted on crossing, we can blow up the road itself, if they still insisted, well we can instruct the sappers to destroy the Belfry tower as well and cause it to tip toward the road making it more impassable. The only gap in this plan of mine is in the south. I spoke with Desparrow if he has any friends by the sea as an alternate assault can always help. Cenril is known for its gang activity and possibly cause people to rally up and create some sort of militia in an attempt to protect their city. Skysong, one of Desparrow's accomplices is a dragon, We planned of having massive crates filled with soldiers to be flown into the city and lowered safely into the Merchant Street. Taking control of the weapon and armor shops will decrease the chance of people arming themselves. But all in all, the whole city is on locked down and the next couple of hours, the City will be taken."

One of the drow guards nods at the plan and says in his thick common accent, "Taking out the bugbears will be no problem for us. We're accustomed to fighting them down below." Gevurah listens to the plan but says nothing. Her expression gives nothing away either, save for the faint twitch of a brow at the mention of a dragon. The guard continues, "When you say blow up the road, you mean the bridge over the gorge, yes?" The second guard says, "I'm an archer. I should be in Team C, as should the mage perhaps. He's better from on high. We trained together."

Ynhaldei was confused which part of her explanation did she made a mistake. "No... There is only three charges planned. First of, the foundations for the outer Cenril walls, the 2nd would be underneath the Beloy Street. As we would be moving through the sewer system, it will be easy to move up. North of the Cathedral of Three Divines is the road, part of Beloy Street. This road is the intersection that connects an alley way toward the Warrior's Headquarters. If we destroy this road, cause it to collapse into the sewers, the path would be too hazardous and would be impossible for the Warriors to move forward without slowing down considerably, allowing the archers to pepper them. The destroyed road will also stop the camp from sending out any artillery pieces if there are any to assist the western wall. The third charge is underneath the Belfry Tower, this is more like a final option. You see, most of the archers will be here.." pointing at the map. "At the roof and windows of the Cathedral. We can tie up the priests against the windows to use them as meat shield. But if the warriors finally decided they do not care about the lives of the preachers, we expertly blow up the tower and cause it to tip diagonally destroying the street further in hopes it would delay the warriors even longer."

The drow say nothing as that is how they had understood the plan. They aren't very sociable creatures and feel no need to keep talking. Gevurah better understands the surfacer's needs for chatter, and chimes in. "A good plan. When and where do you need the regimen to meet with you?"

That... Is something I have no idea of. Even how dense the rock is, we can dig through the caves to the gorge in a couple of hours. I can even set my beast to do the digging in advance, same with the rigging of explosives as long as Mr. Desparrow would provide the requested. But the question of 'when' it is going to happen can only be answered by Mr. Desparrow. From the surface, down to the bug bear caves, up the tunnel from the Gorge to the Bath-house and finally to Belfry tower... I could say that is about an hour due to the hike down the Underdark tunnels and up from the Gorge. But all in all, only Mr. Desparrow can tell and hopefully he can come up with the number of archers to ambush the whole camp."

Gevurah nods agreeably for once. "Very good. Desparrow knows how to reach me. You too should be able to contact me easily enough. House D'Artes, Trist'oth, impossible to miss. If that will be all, I shall be on my way."