Armand Temi
Orphan
Perla Pirjo, Bleeding Sun acolyte and Dathomir witch exile, was minding her own business in the subterranean level of the Imperial Dungeons. She had just finished feeding her bull rancor a near-starved prisoner as well as a couple of meaty goats when she was summoned to the Palace by [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]'s newest cultural adviser, Raknar Myles. In order to be more presentable, she took a quick shower in the one of the unoccupied refreshers used by the dungeon guards, put her loose black dress back on, and made her way to the Imperial Palace.
Raknar met her in Pellaeon Garden and said, "As the cultural adviser, the Host Lord has asked me to give a tour of the Imperial Dungeons to one of our finest warriors, a Firrerreo named [member="Vheissu Ireles"]. I am too busy for this assignment," he said as he held a pair gardening shears in his thin hands. He snipped a rose from its thorny branch with delight.
"But isn't that your job?" Perla asked him with her arms crossed.
"Yes, but as a higher member of this court I am assigning this job to you. Don't disappoint me," he said, going back to his gardening.
What a sniveling parasitic man, Perla thought looking at his scrawny, pale frame as he sat there and clipped his flowers while Perla did his dirty work for him. She had her own projects as well and sending her off on this mission as a tour guide to the prison was a chore well beneath her skill set. But she didn't want her unwillingness to get back to the Host Lord so she turned to go. As she was almost out of earshot, he added, "Oh and be a dear, and keep an eye on the Prison Warden while you're there. I've been getting negative reports about him. Just find out if he's up to anything suspicious, would you?" Great, now she had to be a nanny to the prison warden. She hexed Raknar Myles under her breath with a witch's curse.
The Dathomir exile sullenly made her way back to the Imperial Dungeons and stood at the gates, careful not to get close to the live electro-fence which surrounded the 37 acres of the prison complex and would assuredly give a critical shock to anyone who touched it. She awaited the arrival of this mysterious warrior who was unknown to the witch initiate.
[member="Vheissu Ireles"] [member="Venris Helion"] [member="Dara Gola"]
Raknar met her in Pellaeon Garden and said, "As the cultural adviser, the Host Lord has asked me to give a tour of the Imperial Dungeons to one of our finest warriors, a Firrerreo named [member="Vheissu Ireles"]. I am too busy for this assignment," he said as he held a pair gardening shears in his thin hands. He snipped a rose from its thorny branch with delight.
"But isn't that your job?" Perla asked him with her arms crossed.
"Yes, but as a higher member of this court I am assigning this job to you. Don't disappoint me," he said, going back to his gardening.
What a sniveling parasitic man, Perla thought looking at his scrawny, pale frame as he sat there and clipped his flowers while Perla did his dirty work for him. She had her own projects as well and sending her off on this mission as a tour guide to the prison was a chore well beneath her skill set. But she didn't want her unwillingness to get back to the Host Lord so she turned to go. As she was almost out of earshot, he added, "Oh and be a dear, and keep an eye on the Prison Warden while you're there. I've been getting negative reports about him. Just find out if he's up to anything suspicious, would you?" Great, now she had to be a nanny to the prison warden. She hexed Raknar Myles under her breath with a witch's curse.
The Dathomir exile sullenly made her way back to the Imperial Dungeons and stood at the gates, careful not to get close to the live electro-fence which surrounded the 37 acres of the prison complex and would assuredly give a critical shock to anyone who touched it. She awaited the arrival of this mysterious warrior who was unknown to the witch initiate.
[member="Vheissu Ireles"] [member="Venris Helion"] [member="Dara Gola"]