Patience of the Sith!
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				Title: <strong>Patience of the Sith!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-04-2012, 03:32:14</strong>
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				<strong>Massar Homeworld<br>3955 BBY</strong><br><br><em>The year's first official meeting begins in the central chamber of the Massar citadel.&nbsp; As usual, every officer is invited, nay, encouraged to step forth and propose projects for the coming season once the usual review of the last year's accounts has been made by the hapless underlings whose task it is to ensure that all records have been meticulously kept.&nbsp; Thus it has been since the Massar first became an independent body within the greater whole of the Sith...</em><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 23:54:16</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">5D6 = 15<br><br>3 Dice basic wager<br>1 Dice reputation: Advisor<br>1 Dice name: Calming Voice<br><br>Action: Improve vassal rank. Alari; spymaster (II)<br></div></div><br>Alari reclined in her chair as she heard the generals and officers plan for the coming turmoil nodding politely as they spoke. She looked across to her master. “My lord, we cannot take rash action, we have yet to find out who our true enemy is. I advise we place our funds into our spy network.” She drummed her fingers together. “We cannot be seen to be making ready for a war, aid me, and let me find our enemies, and we shall strike in the night like a sabre… Rather than flailing wildly with a hammer.” When she spoke the last line she looked across the table at the generals there in disdain. <em>“War-hawks”</em>.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 18:23:47</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">OK, still uncertain about what I should do, so I'll make a draft.<br>Action: Personal Training, Jihinhsi, Courtier II (blatantly copying the above : ) )<br><br>Dice<br>Virtue: Beauty 4 (3+1)<br><br>Roll: 4, 3, 1, 1 = 9<br></div></div><br>Jihinhsi smiled sprawled on his chair, if the stiff military didn't like Alari's words they were going to hate his. As usual.<br>"My dear Alari" he spoke, in the usual informal tone he reserved for everybody "I do, indeed agree with you that brute force is never a desirable solution. Yet..." he paused to let the others wonder where his speech was going to lead, and to savour the sweet taste of being the point everybody was looking at "... spies are seen just as other more traditional weapons. We don't even know if we have an enemy yet, but have one of your spies discovered and we will gain one for sure." Then directly to his master "My lord, many conflicts of the past surged because of misinterpretation, let me be the chance to clarify things with the counterpart and, who knows, we could gain an unexpected ally."
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 20:58:42</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Action: Improve vassal rank. Alari; spymaster (II)<br><br>Dice 3<br>Roll Result: Lanzlo rolled: 3d6<br>Comment: Beauty Risk<br>Result: 6, 5, 3,<br>Total: 14Virtue: Beauty 3 (2+1)<br>Role: N/A<br>Aspect: N/A<br></div></div><br>"Actually, Jihinhsi, I agree with Alari. To a point. Right now, we don't know who our enemies are. As I am... specialized... as a troubleshooter, I have an invested interest in knowing who our enemies are. If there is no trouble for our clan, how can I go out and 'shoot' it?" He grins at Alari and leans back in his chair. "There is a time for the hammer, and a time for the laser scalpel. Right now, we have to assess which tool is appropriate."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 01:31:43</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Action: Improve Executioner rank (II)<br><br>Dice 5<br>Rolled Result: Ajurna rolled 5d6<br>Comment: Beauty risk<br>Result: 6, 5, 5, 3, 3<br>Total: 21<br>Virtue: Beauty 3 (+1)<br>Role: N/A<br>Aspect: N/A </div></div><br>Ajurna simply listened as everyone spoke. She was already quite bored, she wanted to do something more productive. Like killing. Killing was always productive in her mind. "I disagree Jihinhsi. There's always time for the hammer. I've found it makes things far less complicated and handles many problems in a quick, efficient way." She saw him smiling at Alari, and had to resist reaching for her weapon. She knew she had to behave when the Master was present anyway.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 19:20:05</strong>
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				Listening in aloof serenity, the Head of Massar announces the decision after a brief silence:<br><br>"Alari and Ajurna, I task you with furthering your training.&nbsp; We will discuss this again in three month's time.&nbsp; You are dismissed...except you, Alari.&nbsp; We have other matters to discuss, you and I."<br><br>+++<br><br>It is a pleasant spring morning, such as can be on this polluted and mutagen-friendly world.&nbsp; Some of you may be nursing hangovers after a good time at the Brothel last night, or enjoying a light breakfast, or simply passing a few idle moments.<br><br>One of the nameless and faceless servants approaches Darth Alari and makes the customary gesture of submission and obedience.&nbsp; Glancing nervously around as if worried about being overheard, they speak rapidly:<br><br>"A thousand pardons, Your Altitude, but we have captured a spy.&nbsp; Your presence is required at once!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Three things about your new guest</div><div class="spoiler_body">She is a Human Female with long brown hair.<br>She is Courageous.<br>She has not spoken a word since her capture.</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>12-05-2012, 02:11:02</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Improve Executioner rank (III)<br><br>Dice: 5<br>Rolled Dice: 5d6<br>Comment: Beauty Risk<br>Result: 6, 4, 3, 2, 1<br>Total: 16<br>Virtue: Beauty 3(+1)<br>Role: N/A<br>Aspect: N/A </div></div><br>Ajurna stood panting, covered with sweat. She'd finished another successful training simulation but even she had her limits. She'd done several all at once,&nbsp; and was glad to take a reprieve as she went to sit on a bench nearby and drink some water. She had such wild rage, moments where she didn't want to kill were so infrequent. Right now, she was debating going to find Alari, or find another companion for the evening. But she more often wanted to be with Alari, she couldn't explain her unnatural ability to quell the rage that constantly bubbled over and only brought under control through acts of cruel violence. <br><br>After another sip of water, she sat the bottle back down. One more round, then she'd go find someone to do or someone to kill. Pressing a button, she stepped inside the simulator one more. "Do your worst...." she growled, a wicked gleam springing to those dark, cold eyes.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>13-05-2012, 23:41:55</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Things learnt from spy network</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wisdom: 3 Dice, no wagers.<br>Success<br><br>-The clans to our east and west plan to ally through marriage, surrounding us.<br></div></div><br>Alari discussed at length with her master her plans to deal with their neighbors. She planned to send her spies to each in the guise of dancers and whores, to work their way into the beds of their leaders, and hopefully find out who was plotting against them. Others still would act as maids and handservants, listening for courtly gossip. Meanwhile, the rest would patrol the clans lands, ensuring that no foreign spies had attempted to enter already, probing for weaknesses. They would find none, Alari was sure of that. <br><br><br><br>***<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Enemy Spy</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cunning: 3 dice, 1 wager<br>Failed<br><br><br>Wisdom: 3 dice, no wagers<br>Success<br><br>- She is in a station far too high for someone of her experience.<br></div></div><br>Alari nodded, shewing the servant away. She grabbed her jacket, a long leather coat she wore when doing dirtier work, and put on her sternest visage. She traveled from her room in the cities brothel, a hidden location from which she planned her spy raids, and walked briskly to the palace, pushing through the throngs of workers. The guards let her pass, bowing graciously and she descended down the steps to the dungeon.<br><br>Shackled, tied in the dark in solitary confinement, was the enemy spy. She was briefed shortly by one of her men outside, before preparing for the interrogation. Alari placed on a pair of night vision glasses which would paint the pitch black room in a dark red glow. It would be impossible to see without them. The door was opened by one of the guards and she took a chair dropping it a few steps in front of the stubborn girl shackled to the wall. She sat down in front of her, taking a few deep breaths, before finally looking up. "Tell me how long you thought your simple masquerade could last?" As she spoke the door slammed shut again, a sinking reminder there was no escape.
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 10:45:34</strong>
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				Attending the ceremonies at the Shrine was always gratifying, both for the spirit and the mind.<br>The intricacies of the communal rites unfolded them as the people there moved and acted as guided by a superior hand: seeing how well they were performed was a matter of pride for every member of the clan that took part in them.<br>Moreover, it was always a good place to keep in touch with both the aristocracy and the lower levels of the clan. A wise look and frictions as well as preferences could be spotted from the placements participants were taking, and lovely chats and gossips could be traded before and after the formal encounter.<br>Last, but not least, of the good reasons to attend such meeting were the ladies, always exhibiting their best looks.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-05-2012, 22:58:33</strong>
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				The Spy does not even look up to regard her interrogator, her young face a mask of indifference.&nbsp; For a moment, it seems as though she is not going to dignify the question with an answer, thus inviting more painful inducements to explain herself.&nbsp; This gives Alari plenty of time to observe the insignia on the woman's uniform, which is definitely too senior for someone of her young years.<br><br>"Why do you believe my aim was to remain hidden," she finally says, her tone calm and cool and collected.<br><br>+++<br><br>Jihinhsi finds himself in the company of a visiting Sith noblewoman from the next territory over who may be amenable to a little friendly persuasion, if he wishes to pursue it now that the ceremonies are over.&nbsp; She seems to be serenely regarding the dance of factions and frictions below with an aloof smile on her pretty face.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Three Things About Lady Taalan</div><div class="spoiler_body">1.&nbsp; She's an attractive female Togrutan<br>2.&nbsp; She used to be a Jedi Archivist.<br>3.&nbsp; She is known to have an interest in politics as a spectator sport.</div></div><br>+++<br><br>Ajurna's session in the simulator is interrupted abruptly as the program shuts down in mid-strike, the virtual victim blurring and vanishing as the lights come back up.&nbsp; A protocol droid enters, keeping well out of her reach.<br><br>"Forgive the intrusion, Highest, but the Spy Master is currently discussing matters with a new arrival."&nbsp; It pauses.&nbsp; "And it has been suggested that you be informed promptly whenever such a situation occurs."
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-05-2012, 21:32:13</strong>
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				Assir'kai always liked the cantena they had. He could relax. Not totally let his guard down; he is, after all, a Sith, and to totally let one's guard down as a Sith was to invite death. However, he knew where an attack was most likely to come from, and as such, he could relax his guard.<br><br>He also enjoyed watching people, gauging their reactions. Especially when they realize who he is. While he never liked the quiet assassinations that others tended for, he relished being in the spotlight. He enjoyed the reputation of being feared.<br><br>Today, however, he was here for the dancers. One of his personal slaves, a lovely blue skinned twi'lik, was just finishing up an excellent performance.
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming</strong> on <strong>25-05-2012, 16:41:37</strong>
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				Never immune from the charms of a nice lady Jihinhsi talks with the noble woman, undecided if he is more interested in her confidences or her body. A taste of both would be the finest of sips.<br>"Lady Taalan" he smiles "I didn't know you were attending our functions, I hope you enjoyed it, we take great pride in our humble cerimonies."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Let's say I want to gather some gossip about the political situation, I believe I have to take a risk.<br>Beauty(?): 3+1<br><br>Result: 4, 3, 5, 2, <br>Total: 14<br><br>(Privilege: she is willing to chat)<br></div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 18:28:58</strong>
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				A grin spread across Alari's face. "You wanted to speak to me." She was wearing the isignia of her clan, so had made no attempts to hide herself. She had hoped to be captured. "Who do you report to?" She said, leaning forward&nbsp; on her chair, drumming her fingers together. "We may have a use for you."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 19:46:16</strong>
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				Assir'kai's enjoyment of the Twi'lek's nubile form in the implied erotic gyrations is somewhat curtailed by the approach of an underling.<br><br>"I beg your pardon, Lordship, but there is an incident which may require your particular expertise.&nbsp; You are summoned to attend to your duties."&nbsp; The minion glances at the dancer, manages not to smile with appreciation.&nbsp; "We captured a spy."<br><br>+++<br><br>Taalan smiles pleasantly and gestures at the milling crowd below.<br><br>"Do you enjoy watching them shuffle about like this, the factions forming and reforming in an intricate dance of suspicion and self-interest?&nbsp; I find it fascinating, myself.&nbsp; All the little cogs and gears assembling themselves according to a blueprint that rewrites itself according to circumstance...utterly fascinating."<br><br>+++<br><br>"Yes, I wanted to speak with you," the woman says, tossing her head proudly.&nbsp; "Let us set aside the customary offer to change sides and the usual jousting over who works for whom.&nbsp; You are of course aware of the upcoming nuptials and the impact that these will have for the Massar.&nbsp; You must then know that the response is of interest to many parties: what the Massar will do, how the Massar will respond...these things.&nbsp; That is the nature of the game."<br><br>She smiles coldly.<br><br>"Consider my presence an open declaration of that interest."
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 20:13:50</strong>
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				Assir'kai sighs, and makes a motion to his twi'lek, who pouts slightly and sits down. He then sits up, motioning towards a chair opposite him. "Details. As many as you have."<br><br>Within moments, Assir'kai is striding towards the holding cells, hoping to hear from Alari herself what's going on, and what needs to be done.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>30-05-2012, 04:07:42</strong>
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				Eventually, Ajurna left the training simulator, covered with sweat but no less angry than when she'd first gone in. She was riddled with it, wholly consumed by rage. It took all the will power she had to stop from killing and be an obedient executioner. The only time she felt calm was in the presence of Alari. She grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from her brow, and went to go find her. She wanted to have some more extra activities that didn't require pained screams.
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming</strong> on <strong>01-06-2012, 17:35:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=138577.msg6357359#msg6357359">Quote from: MadPanda on 29-05-2012, 19:46:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">+++<br>Taalan smiles pleasantly and gestures at the milling crowd below.<br><br>"Do you enjoy watching them shuffle about like this, the factions forming and reforming in an intricate dance of suspicion and self-interest?&nbsp; I find it fascinating, myself.&nbsp; All the little cogs and gears assembling themselves according to a blueprint that rewrites itself according to circumstance...utterly fascinating."<br>+++<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"A dance you say milady, I can definitely see it. A joy for the eyes, like a maiden shading herself with different gowns at every step. But, I must confess, is not only the dance I enjoy: the intricacies, as you call them, the understanding of the reasons, the naked body behind the mannerism, the true self of people and droids, that's the point for me. Look at Lord Joo Bal down there talking to that Vultan priest. It is clear that he is trying to impress the interlocutor and win his sympathies, no need for spies here. But why is that happening? Well because it just happened to slip from <em>somebody</em>'s lips that the Green Dot drug harvest this year is going very badly and Vultan will have the lion share..."
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				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>01-06-2012, 18:07:56</strong>
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				Alari could not help but grin, throwing off her jacket and stepping forwards, crouching down in front of the chained spy..."How long have you been imagining that speech in your head..." She grinned playfully, tilting her head with curiosity. "...Very cute." She laughed, standing up; as she did so she gently slid a finger up the spy's cheek. "Your skin is soft..." She returned to her chair, crossing her legs. "The Massar is also declares his interest in this situation...The question is how does your master hope to react to this."
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 00:06:27</strong>
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				Assir'kai pauses a moment, taking in the form of Ajurna as she stalks towards the same building he's heading for. A slight grin alights on his face as he sees her covered in sweat.<br><br>"Needing a little relaxation, I see," he murmers as he slides behind her. "Might have to wait. I hear that Alari is busy with the spy they caught."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 03:54:45</strong>
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				Ajurna paused, frowning. "Then I can deal with the spy quickly and take her attentions. I hate interrogating...takes too long." she growls.<br><br>A feeling of jealousy crept up in her. She hated hearing that Alari was busy with spies or other things. She also hated that she was so fond of her. Everyone else was free game, but not Alari. "How long has she been in there?" she mumbled, realizing she was still rather sweaty from her training.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 04:23:55</strong>
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				Talaan cranes her neck, leaning on the rail to get a better view.<br><br>"I <em>do</em> believe your intricacies are about to turn deadly."<br><br>From below comes a cry of pain and surprise, followed by cries of alarm and a widening gap in the assembly with a prone figure in the center...and a number of people making mutual accusations.<br><br>"How delightful!"<br><br>+++<br><br>The woman shivers at Alari's touch, a light blush brushing her cheeks.<br><br>"I am not given to understand the depths of policy.&nbsp; My role is merely to implement it."
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 09:56:39</strong>
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				The Sith Pureblood smiles. "And that, my dear Ajurna, is why you are the Clan Executioner, and not the Spymistress."<br><br>He turns serious at her question, however. "From what I hear, not long. However, there has also been talk that this spy would not talk to anyone. So, I think you have time for a shower before Alari's finished with her." He gets a sly grin, "I'll even make sure that no one peeks... unless they make a bet on how quickly you'll kill them. Current record is 3 seconds."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 18:59:59</strong>
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				Ajurna cackled a little. "Only 3 seconds? I must be losing my touch. Perhaps I should go back to the training simulator." she mused. She didn't like to wait, and hated having to behave. But Alari had her work to do just as Ajurna had her own business to attend to.<br><br>"Making certain no one peaks so that you can have the view all to yourself then?" she teased, a slight purr coming to her list. Even she, full of rage that she was, could tease and flirt. "I guess I am a little.....sweaty from my exertions." she nodded with a shrug. "Fine, you can stand watch if you want. I'm certain you won't peek."
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 23:20:03</strong>
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				Assir smiles. "I have my own slaves, if I need to... admire the feminine form. And I said the record was 3 seconds. Average is still around point eight, point nine.<br><br>"I'll wait for you to finish with your shower, and we can talk to Alari together." As he strides into the holding area, he tosses back behind him, "If you need someone to wash your back, just holler."
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				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 05:49:49</strong>
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				"Saying my form is not good enough for your liking?" Ajurna said, half-teasing, but with her no one really knew if she was kidding or not. She was like a powder keg waiting to explode at all times, and the only one who really knew when she was about to blow her lid and start slaying everyone in sight was Alari.<br><br>She paused, thinking for a moment. Sometimes she felt like a man's touch, sometimes she didn't. She turned her head. "I just might...." she mused, striding off for a much-needed shower.
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				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 00:13:43</strong>
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				Alari sighed, becoming tired of this girl already. "I am too old for this... far too old... This is not a game, girl. What did your master send you here to do. Tell me, or rot in this dungeon, it does not matter to me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Patience of the Sith!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 14:13:20</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">quote</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=138577.msg6387762#msg6387762">Quote from: MadPanda on 04-06-2012, 04:23:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Talaan cranes her neck, leaning on the rail to get a better view.<br><br>"I <em>do</em> believe your intricacies are about to turn deadly."<br><br>From below comes a cry of pain and surprise, followed by cries of alarm and a widening gap in the assembly with a prone figure in the center...and a number of people making mutual accusations.<br><br>"How delightful!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br>Jihinhsi looks below at the scene "Oh, violence, such a barbaric behavior. I hate when people resort to such behaviour, although I like to amuse myself at the sight of such show. Shall we go down and take a closer look? it seems people from different clans are involved". He offers one of his hands to the lady.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Patience of the Sith!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>18-06-2012, 20:10:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spy's intent</div><div class="spoiler_body">3D6, 1 wager:<br><br>5,1,2=8<br><br>Lost privilege.<br><br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Patience of the Sith!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 04:12:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why do you ask a question when you already know the answer?&nbsp; Obviously, I am here to learn something about what Massar intends."<br><br>The woman tosses her head and grins.<br><br>"Whether or not you believe me is entirely up to you.&nbsp; Both contain traps, as you know from your own study of our mutual craft."<br><br>+++<br><br>Talaan turns glittering eyes to Jihinhsi.<br><br>"Shall we go observe the chaos from a more intimate perspective?&nbsp; That is to say, closer?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Patience of the Sith!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 00:37:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alari laughed. "Why would I tell you my Massar's plan, as if I would allow you to know our plans while you have nothing to offer on your own terms... Or do you? Do you have something that would make it worth divulging our plans?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Patience of the Sith!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 09:47:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				About this time, Assir manages to find his way to the interrogation chambers. Not wanting to step on Alari's job, he held back, out of view of the prisoner. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Lanzlo rolled: 3d6<br>Comment: Cunning risk<br>Result: 2, 3, 1,<br>Total: 6<br>Lost Privilage</div></div> <br><br>He frowns, pulling on his chin tentacles. He could have sworn that he recognized this spy, from one of the neighboring factions. He just couldn't place where...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Might as well spend an Honor to get this story moving...</div></div><br>Then, when she's turned just right, he sees what he needed to. He smiles, and steps forward.<br><br>"Forgive me for intruding, Lady Alari’avana. I heard that we've captured a spy, and wanted to see you at work." He turns to the prisoner, "What I want to know is why our 'friend' would send one of his trusted advisers in the role of spy. Does he have no use for you anymore?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Patience of the Sith!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 02:45:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman manages a chilly little smile.<br><br>"So one of you has eyes.&nbsp; <em>And</em> a memory.&nbsp; I have the privilege of rank, if not the benefit of my master's ear, but there are greater issues before us than who gets to cheat at sabbac and who must bow and scrape before whom."<br><br>She pauses, fixes Alari with a disapproving look.<br><br>"Certain upcoming nuptials, to be precise.&nbsp; Have the Massar considered the outcome fully?&nbsp; Three factions, joined by two pairs of rings...ah, you did not know of the second arrangement, did you?"
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