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Come into my parlor

Marmora

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There were only so many times one could play Divoran Holochess before it became a practice in futility to stave away boredom and the tiring monotony of the day. Sitting up slowly from having lain upon her side; a slender finger pushed the final piece forward as she took her opponents last emperor piece on the board. A dull yawn covered shallowly by her slender hand before a heavy sigh crossed her lips. The droid servant once more began to reset the board, the pieces appearing as she stood up. Turning from her seat she sighed, her hands dancing across the ornate furniture that decorated the ancient dwelling. There wasn't much for her to do these days; even with a holonet receiver, it just appeared that there were so many hundreds of channels without a single thing on.

Pushing open the doors that lead to the balcony, a crisp breeze flowed through her hair, pushing out the tresses to dance upon the wind. Her hands pressed against the railing of the balcony, her metallic claw liked cover of her left hand tapped out a small medley upon the marble rail as she looked out over the small mountain valley before her. The ancient Mortis family manor house nestled within a small crag at the far end saw out across the valley. At one point, ages before flying machines and technology as it existed now, the manor house and its commanding view was a strategic point. Though a few upgrades to the house over the countless years ensured that prospect continued.

Still; not many people came to the Mortis house, it seemed that the family name had grown complacent and forgotten over the years. For Zarkana however; there was still a chance to push her family name back from the brink of the oblivion of forgotten names and deeds. This day would be the first step towards rising herself and her family out of obscurity; all she needed were a few friends to help.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
@[member="HK-36"]
@[member="Darth Iscariot"]
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
@[member="Zarkana"]
The door to the room would open with a creak as the first of the guests arrived, a tall, somewhat slender fully armored figure, his armor ceremonial, a sheathed sword and holstered pistol hanging off of his belt.
"Baron Observer of Abregado-Rae, m'Lady."
The announcer/servant/butler person said as he announced the entrance of the droid. Funny enough, the droid chose to carry a metal cane with himself, for whichever reason, besides just for show. The rap of the metal cane accompanied his footsteps as he stepped deeper into the lair of the Spider Queen.
"The hour grows late as another power rises in the Galaxy, time shall tell how long it will soar."
He droned on in greeting of his monotone electronic voice.

The rap and clank of his feet would stop with his movements. The faceplate of the droid was hidden behind another plate, the full-plate of the mask from his armor set, although he didn't exactly had the most expressive features. Or ability to show any expressions.
"Although I do wonder why you have agreed on my presence here, Hapan Monarch, I sell bread and pray for wars to end."
He scanned over the said Spider Queen, calculating and waiting for her answer. He wondered who else was invited to the little meeting.
 

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