Prisoners, now in the capture of the Drow race. Both wrists were shackled and being dragged along by four of the warriors, the path that lead them from the main hall of Bre'gan fortress, was leading them to Bre'gan itself. Karras seemed to resist a bit too much, as one of the warriors smacked him upside the head with a blunt end of the cross bow. "Keep it moving surface scum." Karras whirled back on them. Cyric would have stopped this struggle from a welp. Remembering his father's words about House Morutina, they were always a little defiant and snottish. He didn't say much of a word, just then one of the guards kicked the other nobleman in the gut, watching as Karras gasped for air, Ve'hara had to speak in her native tongue which meant to halt! "If you damage him too easily and we're to send them back. Imagine what will happen if you do permanent damage to a Nerakan noble? The outcome, I'm sure Matron Mother will not be pleased of your outcome."A low hiss given, till red eyes looked over at Cyric. "Do not worry about your friend, we have healers where we are going too. It's not far from here." She gave a way too long lingering stare at the young man even for his comfort. Before she called again in her language for them to move it. A hard shove giving to Cyric by one of the warriors to keep it moving.<br/><br/>The tunnels that went fully into the underground, it was now a understanding why the trade wars between both nations began, something was a miss on a political or an economic situation. It was a steady treaty that was done by the last sitting Emperor or more to be in fact Emperess. She was the predecessor of Morham Targonne, Elishia Targonne his mother the Royal House Targonne has ruled the Nerakan Empire for the better of seven decades. Many of them mingled into several of the other royal houses, including House Baenre. If Cyric understood his lessons from Sirf Hawat, the ruling Matron Mother of Bre'gan, who would be by name Ivonia if she still ruled Bre'gan, then she will be quite alive indeed. For the races were different one race lived longer than the other. But making way through the tunnels, were a wonder. Scouts were already present at each pass. Cyric wanted to speak and he wondered what happened up there in the surface, from what he could tell the seige and the campaign was over with. Now the two nobles were bargaining chips for Emperor Targonne to deal with. Once word got out through the Lansdraad and most of the royal houses, it will be an all out war. His father will pour all the resources, but Cyric wasn't so sure how the Old Baron Vykus Morutina would react to his second son being captured. Whispering to Karras now that Cyric spoke."Is the rest of your family this defiant or just reckless to get themselves killed, I'd prefer being captured by your older brother at least with Feyd, we'd have had a fighting chance.. then again from what I know he's a hell more smarter than you, he'd have sensed this was a trap."<br/><br/>Karras had to take a stare at Cyric, bold words coming from someone like him, it was as if Cyric could read his thoughts. "I'm being completely serious in this Karras, if you wish to survive this, you might want to listen to what I say, it seems your family's short on teachers? Cause it has been showing it a lot or is there something you need to prove?" Karras finally spoke to him the eyes of hazel just stared at the young man next to him. "You have a lot of nerve to speak to me like this Cyric, you think this is a playful outing it's not! We're going to get killed here, this is our doom. Then again, by the way that pretty dark elf has been looking at you, I think you know what she has planned for you.."A jab at the other young man, the arctic eyes just gazed over at Karras. "I doubt she takes a liking to surface dwellers, plus it's better to get to the root of it all. We're noble born Karras, if I'm correct she's going to take us to Matron Mother Ivonia. Then we might be able to end this disaster as quickly as it began." A point that Cyric made to Karras, he gave a snort. " I bet my family coffers that we'll be sacrificed to their Spider Queen, never trust elves regardless of who they are." This caused Cyric to take a pause, specieism seems to run rampant in House Morutina. Making a note." If anything, I doubt I highly doubt we'll be given over to their goddess." The hushed whispers were said.<br/><br/>Not only in moments but it felt like days of this walks, going through the tunnels, there has been a moment, where Cyric's own feet seemed to drag a minute, till they stopped. Ve'hara's hand rose up. A glowing light, not only glowing but light so alien to the eyes of the two surface dwellers, the ideas of a light in this darken place seemed to show. But what made Cyric take a captivating look was the city underneath the ground was something he did not expect, they were not as savage as many would liked to call them. In battle the can be relentless he had seen that in full testimony, but this was a wondrous place. Karras seemed to pause."So I guess Piter was wrong, they are not bloody savages." He muttered of course Cyric heard him. Ve'hara looked at the two noble men. "Welcome to Bre'gan, and I have sent scouts. My mother will be expecting the both of you." There was a shocked look on both their features, Cyric had to look at Karras as the other looked at him. They were now in the capture of a daughter of Matron Mother Ivonia. There was a bit of a laugh from the priestess. "Don't act so surprised, we do live a bit longer than you surface dwellers do, especially humans.. it would be a pity since I find one of you worth saving."A cruel smile seemed to show on her darken features, her eyes gazed rested on one in particular, Cyric's own lips only gave a twitch not in a sneer trying to keep his composure, the nudge from Karras."Let's make a bet how we make that girl a princess."<br/><br/>In his mind, was this fool really trying to do this, he knew rumors of that family being depraved, but this was just utter foolishness. An elbow of his own jabbed heard into the bruised rib that one of the drow warrior's put in."If you keep this up Karras, I'll be sure to report this to the presiding Ruling Council, imagine how your father will react to such things?" He was starting to question why his father brought him into his campaign, and why of all a sudden a royal house, that has been a thorn in the side of the royal house that Cyric was born into. Rivalry, and his eyes stared at Karras."Without thinking what is between your legs, let's think with our minds this time." Well for you anyway Karras, he did not have to deny the drow priestess was not unattractive, it was the facts that they were prisoners, also they were about to meet the Matron Mother Ivonia, he knew there were other familial houses in Bre'gan, but Ivonia kept the peace in the city itself. Ve'hara turned to speak again."We're going to main palace, let's not bring them into the streets itself we do this quietly.."A nod from the warriors given to her, a push was given, sight seeing was over with. Cyric was a bit mesmerized by the city itself. Being led downed, through stairs itself.<br/>Ve'hara had kept her word on the matter, that was keeping them from the streets, even the main streets. The lower caste types, even did not know of the arrival of surface dwellers, being taken through the back ways to reach the home of the Matron Mother. It didn't take look for them to reach the iron gates, that were almost set in a formation of a spider, guards standing at full attention. The gates began to open, looking at the structure of the building. The whole underground itself was made completely into buidings, in stalactite and stalagmite itself. Cyric had to take pause at it's dark beauty, looking as Karras began to whistle. "Impressive isn't it?" Cyric asked, and Karras gazed over at him."We're going to die here, impressive isn't it?" There was a dark mood the other younger noble was in.<br/>Cyric only stopped talking only to be led by the warriors towards one of the largest buildings.<br/><br/>When they made it inside, and lead into an audience chamber. It seemed they were being expected by the other Matron Mothers. A circle of thirteen High Priestesses, and one sitting in the middle in the largest chair, that could be a throne. Who was withered and aged. Well aged well, those eyes held a sinister intelligence to it. Looking up as she waved a gnarled finger towards the warriors."Unshackle them, they are our guests till we deem it otherwise." Shackles were undone on them in haste, the males obeyed the orders, rubbing their wrists. Cyric stepped up closer, it would see he would do the talking. But he gave a bow of reverence to Matron Mother Ivonia, before he rose up. A small smile given to the young noble in return. "Let's discuss, terms of renewing a treaty and alliance. Not to mention a possible marriage in order to seal the full alliance.."That right there caused both male nobles eyes pop from their skulls. Cyric was at a lost for words."What do you mean a possible marriage." This also caught the council as well in complete surprise as well. One of them tried to protest, but was silenced by another one. Ve'hara moved up towards Cyric and Karras, offering them two worm like things, though they didn't seem to move."Put these over your years, you will be able to understand them." Cyric gave a slow nod, taking his and when placing it upon his right ear, he felt it meld onto his flesh. Karras wary at first but saw that no harm was done on the other young noble, had done the same.<br/><br/>What he heard, was serious protest come to find out the High Priestess that was killed in the fortress was the eldest daughter of one of the matron mothers, and she wanted these two sacrificed to their god, eyes looked over at Karras who gave a 'I told you' expression. While another one had literally just told the other matron mother, the high priestess knew the ramifications. She willingly did it herself, Cyric stopped a minute, his question was unanswered."What do you mean by a marriage possibility?" His voice rose a bit, but he awaited till attention was now focused on the actual situation at hand, instead of the bickering. Ivonia looked over at Cyric."Why young Baenre, and by the looks you have some of your father in your, I can't not mistake those eyes. The Marriage Possibility you ask of is the hand of marriage to my youngest daughter..."Wave her hand over to Ver'hara."To her." There was a pause, where even Karras's own mouth dropped a minute. But the arctic gaze of Cyric's eyes fell on the drow priestess, then back at the Matron Mother....<br/><br/>[to be continued]