Post by Eaving on Jul 18, 2008 4:28:42 GMT -5
Kalikir accepted Rannok's cloak like a treasure and pulled it tight around her naked form. She was used to being bare in the Valenwood, but that was a completely different place and her Sisters were there. Here she was surrounded by solemn faces and black magic, Sithis' hand on her shoulder so tangible she felt that if she turned around she would see him there. And with her pregnancy now so openly exposed she had a weakness, an obvious and easy one. Kalikir hated weaknesses.
There had once or twice been cases of Listeners or Speakers bearing children, some born straight into the Brotherhood, a member from birth, others were born simply as a cover. After all, what guard in Cyrodiil would suspect a pregnant woman of murder?
Kalikir listened to Lorren's words, nodding her head thoughtfully, too busy to notice the silent altercation between Silence and Rannok. Thought - it was good to have her mind to herself again, Sithis' imps no longer rattled around inside her skull and Kalikir was greatly relieved. The Dark Lord was her God and Father, but his power was too much for a mere mortal such as herself.
"Perhaps the only good that I can report is that the Morag Tong is as wounded as we. It has lost many, including the majority of its traitors, and others that have defected. Mephala's guild is in great need of repair. And the infidel Leonde is dead. That, is all that I am able to report to you." Lorren said and Kalikir grinned a little evilly.
Oh yes, Leonde was dead. It had been the last thing she saw before she died. The last thing she felt. The joy of her claws parting his flesh like a knife parted butter, bitting, gnawing, clawing her way through him to Mephala. Until she could find the red Webspinner and turn her as cold and dark as the Night Mother.
"Then there is much to be done, Speaker Lorren. And you have little time. Return to your Sanctuaries and clean up, rebuild and ready yourself. I shall head to the Night Mother and garner the will of Sithis." Kalikir said, and opened her mouth to say more but Silence stepped forward, giving her an awkward bow.
"I apologize for speaking out of turn, Listener. If I seemed discourteous, then it was only due to exhaustion and nerves."
Kalikir eyes the smaller Speaker for a moment, as if deciding upon her sincerity and finally smiled.
"You are forgiven, Speaker Silence. Although I would not recommend such a tongue in future, you are lucky, the events of this night have mellowed me somewhat."
"Now," Kalikir turned, not seeing Silence's reaction to her words, and surveyed the two remaining Speakers. Jiub had been silent the entire night and Lorren seemed to have more control over herself. She sensed Rannok's steady presence in the shadows and smiled to herself. All was almost as it should be.
"Does anyone have anything final to add to this impromptu meeting?"
There had once or twice been cases of Listeners or Speakers bearing children, some born straight into the Brotherhood, a member from birth, others were born simply as a cover. After all, what guard in Cyrodiil would suspect a pregnant woman of murder?
Kalikir listened to Lorren's words, nodding her head thoughtfully, too busy to notice the silent altercation between Silence and Rannok. Thought - it was good to have her mind to herself again, Sithis' imps no longer rattled around inside her skull and Kalikir was greatly relieved. The Dark Lord was her God and Father, but his power was too much for a mere mortal such as herself.
"Perhaps the only good that I can report is that the Morag Tong is as wounded as we. It has lost many, including the majority of its traitors, and others that have defected. Mephala's guild is in great need of repair. And the infidel Leonde is dead. That, is all that I am able to report to you." Lorren said and Kalikir grinned a little evilly.
Oh yes, Leonde was dead. It had been the last thing she saw before she died. The last thing she felt. The joy of her claws parting his flesh like a knife parted butter, bitting, gnawing, clawing her way through him to Mephala. Until she could find the red Webspinner and turn her as cold and dark as the Night Mother.
"Then there is much to be done, Speaker Lorren. And you have little time. Return to your Sanctuaries and clean up, rebuild and ready yourself. I shall head to the Night Mother and garner the will of Sithis." Kalikir said, and opened her mouth to say more but Silence stepped forward, giving her an awkward bow.
"I apologize for speaking out of turn, Listener. If I seemed discourteous, then it was only due to exhaustion and nerves."
Kalikir eyes the smaller Speaker for a moment, as if deciding upon her sincerity and finally smiled.
"You are forgiven, Speaker Silence. Although I would not recommend such a tongue in future, you are lucky, the events of this night have mellowed me somewhat."
"Now," Kalikir turned, not seeing Silence's reaction to her words, and surveyed the two remaining Speakers. Jiub had been silent the entire night and Lorren seemed to have more control over herself. She sensed Rannok's steady presence in the shadows and smiled to herself. All was almost as it should be.
"Does anyone have anything final to add to this impromptu meeting?"