OOC: This story is to explain how Nathvas got his ward and slave.
Nathvas walked into his private quarters in his family's house. His stride was silent and quick as he shut the door behind him. He was wearing his usuall attire, his cloak with intricate spider webs sown in, his enchanted clothes, a pair of magical rings hidden under a pair of gloves, and a rapier attached to his waist. His apartment was only a two room that was sparringly furnished. Simple bed, crude table, two chairs, and a few cabinets in the main room. The next room housed his collection of magical items, mirrior, alchmy lab, scrolls, and various books.
He stopped momentarily to pull out a jar out of one of the cabinets and placed it on the table. He ran his hand across his forehead trying to relief the splitting headach he had. His cousins, Chess'lyn, in a fit of anger had whipped a glass vase straight into his forehead. He rubbed away a bit of the crusted blood and proceded to pull out several scraps of cloth to clean the cut. Once cleaned and treated with healing salves, Nathvas pulled out his mirror and inspected his work.
Once satisified that no scaring would result, he returned the mirrior to its cabinet and thought over the bit of information his cousin had given him. Apprantly his aunt Akor'Elv, had lead a raid on a elven village and came back with a prisioner for a highly public cermoney in a ten day.
He got up and begain to pace in front of his table, his face twisted slightly as he planned and plotted. He couldn't strike against her openly and assains where beyound his financial means. No, he have to strike at her indirectly but how? Then it came to him, like a fiend in the night.
'This is it!!' He he cheered mentally. He had waited five years for this. A chance to even the score with his aunt, to pay her back for the crime she committed against him. Yes, now was the time, he had Vhaeraun allies making their way to Menzo to sneak out disgruntled males. They would more then happy to help him set up his aunt.
"Your time has come bitch!" He growled as the relativly simple plan fleshed itself out in his mind. All he had to do was steal that elf she captured, and that would embrass her beyound redemption in the eyes of his Matron.
He grabbed his spell book and flipped threw the pages until the desired spell was found. He settled back into one of the chairs and poured overed the spell. Once the gestures where etched in his mind, he started the process that would send his thoughts to his Vhaeraun allies.
Nathvas walked into his private quarters in his family's house. His stride was silent and quick as he shut the door behind him. He was wearing his usuall attire, his cloak with intricate spider webs sown in, his enchanted clothes, a pair of magical rings hidden under a pair of gloves, and a rapier attached to his waist. His apartment was only a two room that was sparringly furnished. Simple bed, crude table, two chairs, and a few cabinets in the main room. The next room housed his collection of magical items, mirrior, alchmy lab, scrolls, and various books.
He stopped momentarily to pull out a jar out of one of the cabinets and placed it on the table. He ran his hand across his forehead trying to relief the splitting headach he had. His cousins, Chess'lyn, in a fit of anger had whipped a glass vase straight into his forehead. He rubbed away a bit of the crusted blood and proceded to pull out several scraps of cloth to clean the cut. Once cleaned and treated with healing salves, Nathvas pulled out his mirror and inspected his work.
Once satisified that no scaring would result, he returned the mirrior to its cabinet and thought over the bit of information his cousin had given him. Apprantly his aunt Akor'Elv, had lead a raid on a elven village and came back with a prisioner for a highly public cermoney in a ten day.
He got up and begain to pace in front of his table, his face twisted slightly as he planned and plotted. He couldn't strike against her openly and assains where beyound his financial means. No, he have to strike at her indirectly but how? Then it came to him, like a fiend in the night.
'This is it!!' He he cheered mentally. He had waited five years for this. A chance to even the score with his aunt, to pay her back for the crime she committed against him. Yes, now was the time, he had Vhaeraun allies making their way to Menzo to sneak out disgruntled males. They would more then happy to help him set up his aunt.
"Your time has come bitch!" He growled as the relativly simple plan fleshed itself out in his mind. All he had to do was steal that elf she captured, and that would embrass her beyound redemption in the eyes of his Matron.
He grabbed his spell book and flipped threw the pages until the desired spell was found. He settled back into one of the chairs and poured overed the spell. Once the gestures where etched in his mind, he started the process that would send his thoughts to his Vhaeraun allies.
