:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
The events of Mindabaal had been something which sent many thoughts spinning around in Xander's mind. He had never made it a secret he was the King of the Indupar Crown Worlds, unfortunately, he had neglected to mention the fact it was 820 years ago. History had recorded Xander Blackmoore was a dead man, but truth told another story. The King was not dead, but very much alive, and with no heir to take his throne, another family sat on the throne with no sign of any Blackmoore legacy. Why would there be. Xander had gone into the coma before fathering an heir. This was no issue as he was alive, and could take his throne back once again. It was time to begin the process of taking the seat once again.
Mindabaal was something which was so inspirational to Xander, he sought to continue the momentum of the successful plan. Another part of Mindabaal had caught Xander's attention as well, the beautiful [member="Darth Noxia"]. They had not met before the wedding, but she had done well to leave an impression. The kiss which Xander had surprised her with had been graciously returned, and over all Xander had walked away from the night with the impression she was as he had called her before, a dangerous beauty.
Vizios had summoned her, well, he had requested a meeting with her. He was curious as to her thoughts on his claim to the Induparan Monarchy, and whether she would be interested in helping him reclaim it. Someone of her grace and elegance would be needed to help woo and distract. Everything Xander was about to set in motion would require her to play a role, one he hoped she was comfortable in playing. This was to be one strategic move after another, and the game had to be played precisely.
Xander stood in the lobby of a rather expensive eatery, waiting for Greta to arrive. His attire was not that of the hunter, which was typical for him, but he was dessed in something more fitting the environment. His long coat protected his vest, ascot, and trousers from the rain which they had been experiencing. His cane sword was all he had to lean against, and it was more for decoration. The reservations were made and set. A fine wine was on reserve. There was nothing better for planning than good food and wine.
Mindabaal was something which was so inspirational to Xander, he sought to continue the momentum of the successful plan. Another part of Mindabaal had caught Xander's attention as well, the beautiful [member="Darth Noxia"]. They had not met before the wedding, but she had done well to leave an impression. The kiss which Xander had surprised her with had been graciously returned, and over all Xander had walked away from the night with the impression she was as he had called her before, a dangerous beauty.
Vizios had summoned her, well, he had requested a meeting with her. He was curious as to her thoughts on his claim to the Induparan Monarchy, and whether she would be interested in helping him reclaim it. Someone of her grace and elegance would be needed to help woo and distract. Everything Xander was about to set in motion would require her to play a role, one he hoped she was comfortable in playing. This was to be one strategic move after another, and the game had to be played precisely.
Xander stood in the lobby of a rather expensive eatery, waiting for Greta to arrive. His attire was not that of the hunter, which was typical for him, but he was dessed in something more fitting the environment. His long coat protected his vest, ascot, and trousers from the rain which they had been experiencing. His cane sword was all he had to lean against, and it was more for decoration. The reservations were made and set. A fine wine was on reserve. There was nothing better for planning than good food and wine.
