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Speaking of rep, I just noticed that Quiv's rep to post ratio is impressive! EDIT: Upvoting Panda because I can't stand looking at sad panda face. Leftinch is just pretending to be mind-controlled. No slave of mine is that rude.

Hey Mat, let me Google that for you. Seriously, just use color=blue or color=#0000FF wrapped in brackets. Leftinch, a tiny statue of me, huh. This may be weird but it suddenly reminded me of the male and female sa'angreal linked to the huge statues in Tremonsien and Tremalking. Her bloodthirst unquenched, the Mistress walked silently. There was something there, a power that resonated within her and then just like that, it was gone. She dimly heard the Scholar call for another song but she was preoccupied with something else. Just recently, one of her good friends accidentally took some Pure Wafflerasium, making him, instantly a slave. An unwanted one. And even though she knew that there was no cure for the compulsion caused by the dark spice, she still wondered whether perhaps her nemesis was right. Could he have truly found a clue to the cure? She continued down the caverns, shields up but alert for any danger. She was in no mood for singing. If there was any song she could connect with the moment and the darkness of the caverns, it was Dance with Jak o' the Shadows.

I am having a hard time picturing you as my nemesis and equal now, honestly, being my half-slave and all. And do not cross Quiv. Lord Ruler knows he's crazy enough as it is.

Quite right, left is the way to go. More...sinister. Get it? ...a dark cavern with impossibly high ceilings. Dark crystal stalactites were scattered randomly in varying degrees of girth. The smell of burning sulphur was in the air. A constant drip drip dripping was heard and the ground was wet with lime, water and an unknown black tar. BT signaled the Scholar to train the lights to the far reaches of the cavern. There, almost unseen was a campfire, covered almost entirely by the breadth of a large Trolloc's back. There were three others beside it. And when there was one, expect there to be more. The Trolloc, its horns protruding from a bull like face, put out his hand at the light being trained on its eyes. "Rrrraaaargg...!", it roared, almost questioningly. Then it stood up and advanced, mail clinking with every step. The group readied its weapons and...

"I'm calm, milord. I just cannot abide rudeness in my slaves. Even if they are only partly my slave.", the Mistress of the Wafflesworn said. She was puzzled at why he called her the name of the Daughter of the Night. True, she wore white most times, but when in the Raven Throne, she preferred red. She wore cour'souvras like a string of ears or scalps around an Indian Chief's neck. She liked her trophies. No, she wasn't one of the Forsaken at all. She was something else.

The Mistress stopped when cut by the Scholar Slave. I have to review my recipe., she thought. Rudeness is intolerable in slaves. She let the Scholar cut, and when his back was turned, she took her belt off in one swift motion, and hit him in the back of his legs, making him stumble and put his hand out to the wall for balance. She calmly put the belt back on as she saw the Scholar look back at her with a glare. She shrugged her shoulders with a smile, before starting down the stone steps,

The sword cane could be it. Not green eyes though. She is a nine-tailed white vixen. Her real eyes are blue. Understood on the ten minutes BT. XiaoLi was shocked not because of the water but because for a second, she felt herself about to change back. She almost cried out in panic until she realized it was momentary. She also saw that the nobleman saw the change. How did he--?, she thought before she saw the cane under the table. Being of the forest, she recognized it as Delight of the Eyes. Rowan Wood. Witchbane. It came to mind an old rhyme they used to sing, long ago. Rowan tree, red thread Holds the witches all in dread. That cane is powerful protection. She looked around at the silence in the tavern, time slowing. Nothing like a drenched woman to stop revelry, she smiled to herself. She was almost tempted to let the wet clothes stay plastered to her, but figured it wouldn't do for anyone's peace of mind to see her in that state. By the time Zakk put the Duke down, she had dried herself with her power. Ah, sweet Zakk. He was so ready to defend her honor was he? Maybe she should reward him one day. She was right about the Duke though. He is not what he seems.

There is no shipping happening, Child. He lost part of his soul and realized it right after our duel. Quite accommodating of you, Leftinch!

Your cheering worked, is what happened. No shipping, not by any stretch of the imagination. My slaves are not for dating.

Nah, I just own part of his soul now. Didn't you see his name?

XiaoLi winked at Z from where she was standing beside the nobleman. "You know I'm not as fond of freebie brawls as you, dear friend." Zakk was definitelt drunk, she thought. He had that cross eyed look of someone who imbibed liquor too much, too soon.

It seems we have to party in real life soon, then! See you soon!

I am about to sleep now, and I can't help but laugh when I read the song, Swim. I can almost hear it to the tune of "Everything I do, I do it for you." He's not drunk. Not by a long shot. Why do humans have to pretend all the time?, she thought irritatingly. She stood up and went to the barkeep to get the drink the nobleman ordered. She shushed the tavern maid and took her tray, sauntering gracefully to the well-dressed Korb, with the drink that he ordered. She bent down to serve him his liquor and said huskily, "Your drink, milord."

"Good." She crossed her legs and looked at the slightly irritated Scholar. "I will come with you then, to see what you will make in this quest of yours."

Mat, you may have to revise this. We're writing in third person. Right now, please revise it to include who you're talking to. EDIT: Got ninja'd by BT. :/

Pardon me, Mat. But I will ignore you for now. At least in this post, I will pretend to not have heard you. I need to explain my absence first. As soon as the brawl with the sslyssin started, XiaoLi stood up and retreated to the shadows. There was no use getting into a fight she was not being paid to get into. Zakk had always liked getting into these little skirmishes with random creatures. She knew he thoroughly enjoyed the exercise, but as for her, she was content to work in the background. She warily looked at the 9" armored creature and a shiver ran down her spine. He was too familiar, a creature that ate those similar to her kind who practiced the darker arts. He did look amiable enough and had human-like qualities in his generosity to the tavernfolk. That jewel...she almost took a step forward to make sure it wasn't what she was looking for. The size of the jewel alone looked like her lost cintamani, and she needed to get that back, or else. The nobleman though, had a contrived ordinariness about him. She would not underestimate one such as he. It took some control to not leave the tavern and wait doom out, but she was bound to Zakk and she needed to help a human in order to remain as she was. She needed this quest and even if the ragtag group didn't look like much, her gut said differently. Her gut said there was no other choice. She came out of the shadowy corner, silent in her footsteps as she approached the sitting group. One beckoning finger had a tavern man stand up and pull a chair for her to sit on. A tavern maid came out of nowhere and handed her a glass half-filled with a pale amber whiskey. She inhaled the peaty aroma before sipping lightly. No need to enter into a lengthy discussion until they can purchase some privacy for their plans. A soft ballad was playing, and she smiled softly. All the gems, indeed. XiaoLi is not human. She is a Kumiho, a nine-tailed fox who shapeshifts into a beautiful woman given a specific set of things she needs to do, like not eat liver, or not kill, among others. She enjoys being human-looking and doesn't want to turn back into her monster self. She keeps her wish-jewel close, her cintamani, but unfortunately, in a recent contract, she lost it, and she has 1000 days to get it back or else she turns back into her foxself. Zakk doesn't know about her true nature and only thinks her to be a competent sorceress and fighter. She is almost always being hunted, because her blood is mythical. Men have tried to get her to fall in love with them, in the hope of granted powers of persuasion, but she had learned her lesson well after a betrayal almost killed her. She is 5'4", medium build, Asian, and her hair has nine beaded braids near her nape which represents her nine tails.

"It's useless to have a Nemesis that just dies on you, Matrim. Our enmity has spanned centuries. However, while I have created a slave force, he has merely devoted himself to scholarly pursuits. It's a waste really. I wouldn't have attacked him if not for his devotion to the Child queen whom I detest." "No, I don't think we will stop anytime soon."

Je te remercie, Quiv. It's nice to do these little things with Leftinch. Quite entertaining. Edit: blue

"There is no antidote, Matrim. The new spice has already worked itself in the Scholar's system. He can still do as he pleases since it was not given the full amount of time to take hold, but part of him will already be mine." She inspected her fingernails and looked up at the Prince of Raven from where she was sitting. "I would so like to have the Scholar added to my slave ranks, but I think it's more fun this way. I have his blood now. I have his scent. And I own part of his soul. So he can run. Fight. But he will never find it in himself to kill me. I'm going to have sooo much fun.", she said, shivering in delight.

I just want to say it's so hard to keep track and suddenly enter into the story since you guys write so fast! I'm back and will be posting here shortly.

The Mistress of the Wafflesworn laughed harshly at the Scholar. "I wonder who told you where the antidote was.", she said, almost innocently. "Was it one of the maids in the Newcago Court? Did you manage to scrounge yourself some of Matrim's charm and actually convinced someone there that the antidote was here in the Raven Throne? How could you have trusted one of my slaves?" She walked over to Leftinch then, took his hand, turned it over on her palm, and stared at the crisscross patterns of callouses there, from holding a lightsaber for centuries. "What did you pay her? Did you pay her with blood? Did you drag her to your archives and tortured her for information?" Still holding his hand, she traced the crisscross patterns with one finger, then suddenly pierced the middle of his palm with one sharp nail, outing blood. She held his gaze then as he tried to take back his hand. "Hush, Scholar.", she dropped his hand then, wiping her blooded finger with a white handkerchief. "The antidote is not here. Your quest is doomed to fail."

That scene was the beginning of the end of he republic, Scholar. Except that what you proposed in NC is something I actually agree on.

Yes, you cannot escape from your destiny. Don't doubt his ashandarei, Maill. He almost died because of it.

The Mistress glided close to Matrim and stopped just in front of him to look him over. "Ah Matrim, I am glad to see you here, claiming that title again."