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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Sept 24, 2011 0:04:52 GMT -5
Ashemir and Brenthor hang out.
DEAD FORUM BE DAMNED!
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Ashemir had taken it upon himself to inspect Lorin's room for any clues to his whereabouts. It was a dreary room, even with the curtains pulled away from the windows. The books that lined the wall were an odd find, but not very helpful. Nothing really was helpful, but some things were very strange, like the small dagger that was stored in an ornate box on the prince's desk, and the mirror with a spiderweb of cracks that had been covered with a black cloth. It seemed less like a prince's room and more like the room of a madman. It made him wonder what sort of person the Prince of Thrunalhin really was underneath the mousy impression that he gave.
The blonde closed Lorin's room behind him as he returned to the castle hallway. Well... it would be his room if no one else claimed it, although he was certain that Seriah would ask for his company at some point. But now that he had finished his little investigation, he wasn't exactly sure what to do with himself.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Sept 24, 2011 0:20:34 GMT -5
Tedium. That's what this whole affair was. Tedium. They were all so... beneath him. Their intelligence far below his at any rate. Where was the challenge in it? There would certainly be no back and forth between him and Valmar like there would have been between he and Lysand... And there was only so many times he could taunt the guard captain before that got boring as well.
Tedium was such a crime! It took away the time that he could be spending in indulgences and pleasure and replaced it with dull boredom.
This is what led him to wander the halls today. What else was he going to do? He didn't even have an excuse to go eat- he didn't need to eat any more. It was a little disappointing actually. He did so enjoy it. In fact-
He stopped mid-step, his lip curling in dislike. Oh, it was that vampire again. It looked like he had come from Lorin's room. "Snooping around the brat's room, I see. Hoping to make it your own? It would be appropriate- the room belonged to a sniveling worm. It might as well go to another."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Sept 24, 2011 2:15:45 GMT -5
Ashemir could practically smell the fat man from around the corner. He turned his head to Brenthor as the ex-ambassador made his way. How did anyone end up being that fat? The blonde had always felt sick after eating too much when he was a mortal. It was too bad that Valmar hadn't given Brenthor the chance to lose the weight before turning him. Now he had to be tubby for eternity.
When Brenthor's lip curled, he quirked a blonde brow. A worm? Well, he had been called worse things. It wasn't as though he had expressed good will towards Brenthor during the meeting in The Dragon's Keep either. "I can only imagine the sort of sniveling you must have done to have Valmar pity you so greatly as to actually change you," he replied dryly. "And I'd rather snoop through his room than yours. God knows what sort of smells I would find in there." His head turned just slightly back toward Lorin's door. "...His room feels different from the others." The room seemed familiar in some way. Like a recluse's.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Sept 24, 2011 10:46:03 GMT -5
It wasn't that entertaining, throwing out such petty jabs at each other, Brenthor decided. Not when they didn't require any thought or time to figure out. His expression flattened out into neutrality. He answered the vampire with a dull, uninterested tone. "I did nothing of the sort. It was Valmar who seemed so adamant that I be turned. Obviously he realizes what an asset I can be."
"My room is rather clean." That was what servants were for anyway. Lorin's room felt different from the others? Peh. A room was a room. "Perhaps some of his insanity rubbed off on it."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Sept 24, 2011 15:29:20 GMT -5
"Clearly for your ability to cause earthquakes," Ashemir muttered. Was Brenthor lying? He had to be! What in the world could Valmar possibly see in keeping this man around? Ashemir considered that Valmar did it for his own amusement and gave Brenthor some sense of usefulness so that the fat man didn't turn on them, but that didn't quite sound like Valmar, either. Ughh.
Yes, yes, Ashemir was sure his room was clean. It seemed that Brenthor wasn't on his game. The least the fat man could do was dish it back when he brought it. Only when Brenthor mentioned Lorin's insanity did Ashemir furrow his brows slightly, "Insanity?"
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Sept 24, 2011 22:44:29 GMT -5
"Oh, a shot about my weight. Your cleverness truly astounds me," Brenthor said dryly. "I can guess why Seriah keeps you around at any rate, and it doesn't have anything to do with your head... Or maybe there is some head involved, hmm?"
Oh right, the insane one. Tch. Why did Ashemir care? It wasn't like he was ever going to meet him long enough to get to know him. It didn't take long to stick your fangs in someone's neck after all. "Yes, our dear prince lost it. He didn't even seem to know who he was anymore. Had a habit of talking in the third person too... and wandering into my room drunk." His lip curled in disgust at the last thought.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Sept 24, 2011 23:32:47 GMT -5
Ashemir's expression completely blanked, although a storm of rage thundered inside him. It was an assumption that most people made of him, but hearing it still drew out the worst side of him. Of course, if Brenthor thought he wasn't so clever, that could always be an advantage that could be saved later. "Mmm, I hope simply imagining it gives you the satisfaction that you'll never come to possess," he managed a poisonous smile. "I suppose the world, in all its envy, will always be cruel to beautiful things...." he made a dismissive wave of his hand, accompanied by the clinking of chains.
It sounded like the prince wasn't well at all. Ashemir wondered if sparing agents to find him would be worth the trouble, if the prince was that out of touch with reality. "That would be something Seriah would be interested in hearing. I don't suppose he told you about any place he would make off to in an emergency."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Sept 25, 2011 12:03:39 GMT -5
Brenthor noticed that Ashemir's expression suddenly blanked. Hmm... Perhaps that meant something... Did it mean that he hit the truth? Or maybe something else. He didn't know him well enough to know. A pity. Or maybe not. He didn't want to know Ashemir any more than he had to. His lips curled in disgust. Imaging it? Unlikely. "Satisfaction? Hah. It would never bring me satisfaction to be topped by such a man. I suppose it would bring you great joy?" He managed a smile of his own. "I suppose the world is rather cruel to the beautiful. I trust your life has been quite easy then, hm?"
Ugh. Just thinking about the prince was going to get his blood pressure up... Well except that he didn't have blood pressure any more. Hm. "No of course he wouldn't tell me anything like that. Leaving the castle was hardly considered. They assumed that they could fight you off. There's another missing from the castle; the advisor. It seems likely that they could have made off together. I don't think the prince would have been capable in making off on his own. Of course I suppose a spare guard could have made off with him or something..."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Sept 25, 2011 15:41:33 GMT -5
If anything could be said about the lip curl, it was the Brenthor did not explore his sexual nature. Well, that was his loss. "A man such as Seriah? He strikes me as generous. The thing about men is that they know how to touch other men. Women are often fickle and difficult to please, although I suppose you wouldn't know about that, either." Hah, a shot at his appearance? He raised his hand, hiding his smile as he chuckled. "More difficult than yours, at any rate. How many things has Alerick Brenthor been handed in his life?"
So the prince and the advisor escaped. "The prince seemed to vanish into thin air down a corridor. It smelled like two humans, but we couldn't find them anywhere." It still didn't explain how they escaped.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Sept 25, 2011 16:02:31 GMT -5
"Yes, you would seem rather fickle," Brenthor commented dryly, hiding his irritation. His mind flashed back to his forced kiss with Lysand, painfully aware that it was the only such interaction he had- or would likely ever had. Not that he would ever admit this to Ashemir. "What I've been handed? Hah, nothing. I've had to claw my way to where I am and now I'm going to have to climb my way higher. Not that you'd know what that's like; you've found the easy way in after all."
"Probably down a secret passage that your spies missed," Brenthor replied with a shrug. "It isn't like there's a giant list of them somewhere. Some are known only to the king and his family, I'm sure."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Sept 25, 2011 16:57:00 GMT -5
"Well I'm not a whore," Ashemir took the jab as if it was nothing. It might actually be funny, how so many people assumed his activities based solely on his appearance since he had stopped being a recluse, when the only things he had put out were two kisses, one less than willingly. The easy way... "Another tool which you're jealous of?" he asked, his tone teasing. Like hell he was about to admit his experience with Valmar, not when the general still made him nervous and the memory still made the pit of his stomach turn cold. "It's incredibly amusing, that you think you've had to claw your way to where you are, when vampires have had to slink from shadow to shadow, slitting throats before they even have a chance to scream and dodging the mere smell of werecats and werewolves, far before the time you were even born. You have all of Cados to dine on as you like, while your elders had to catch what weak and desperate stragglers they could. And even after you were born? You were given food to fill that belly you have now, while we still had to snatch and seduce for every drop of sustenance." Ashemir wrinkled his nose, "It's quite amusing."
A secret passage... it was likely. What an unfortunate thing to overlook.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Sept 25, 2011 19:47:26 GMT -5
Not a whore. Right. "Jealous?" Brenthor nearly sounded offended. "Why would I be jealous of such a pathetic thing? People who get ahead like that are weaklings. What shall happen to you if Seriah is overthrown, hm? Let's not kid ourselves, we all know that once Valmar gets bored of slaughtering people he'll turn his sights on taking control of everything. If he succeeds do you really think he'll bother to keep you around?" Then Ashemir went on his rant and he smirked before his lips parted, letting out a low laugh. "Amusing? I'm glad we're in agreement then. You're going to be in for a rude awakening, my dear friend. Politics is no easy life. It's impossible to tell your friends from your enemies. There is no scent to warn you of danger's approach, only daggers hidden in men's smiles. One day you'll find a knife in your back, and you won't even know who put it there."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Sept 25, 2011 20:04:39 GMT -5
Maybe once upon a time Valmar would have thought to keep him around, but even the general knew that sex and trickery were a deadly combination. Ashemir shrugged, "Then I'll return to the mountain. Really, it's no loss of mine. The vampires are still in control, so humans won't be hunting for us anymore. Any danger to me has passed, and anything greater is just a boon." As Brenthor spoke of politics and uncertain friends, another smile touched Ashemir's lips, "Really? With you it seems easy."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Sept 25, 2011 20:15:50 GMT -5
"Oh, you assume that he'll let you return? How naive. You truly don't know how it works, do you?" Brenthor shook his head. What a fool; Valmar would kill him- he'd make sure of it. Ashemir's statement drew a quick laugh from him. "It's only easy for me because I know I don't have to do a single thing to take you down- I'm not the one you should be worried about. The vampires are organizing themselves, eventually more and more are going to want power. More may be... envious of your place with Seriah, or perhaps they'll just want to do away with him entirely. Anyway you look at it, you've enemies everywhere. I won't even have to lift a finger to see you destroyed."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Sept 25, 2011 20:45:41 GMT -5
"I've spoken with Valmar already. He said that he wouldn't go looking for me. He's a draconian ass, but he doesn't go back on his word," Ashemir crossed his arms. He wasn't about to trust Valmar completely on it, but there was still time to change the general's opinion further, even without the use of his body, as much as Brenthor would think so.
Ashemir quirked a brow, "Even if they did see me as anything more than a boytoy, they'd sooner see me in nothing but chains before they'd think to destroy me." He dropped his arms. At first he was wondering what the hell was Brenthor was talking about, but then he realized that it figured. No one thought that he could take care of himself, except maybe Draven and Seriah, and even then it was questionable. Well, the other vampires were sheep, anyway. "I'd be careful about which hole you talk out of, Brenthor. You'll stink up the room more than usual."
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