Private Dealings in Dead Yalara

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Yalara academy
Wearing: Sith robes
Tag: Adeline Noctua

Meeting with the master of Dead Yalara was oft a frightful thing. She was a capable ally, and terrifying enemy.

This was the 4th such time she'd with with Darth Keres.


But no longer was Kaila that little apprentice who'd studied the ark arts of this academy, nor was she the feral animal with which she'd dealt upon Echnos, consumed by her paranoia. Nor was she the grief stricken siren who'd bore witness to The Midnight Dragon in the burning skies of Susevfi.

It was Darth Anathemous who entered these halls, boots clicking against blackened marble, her dark robes swaying with each confident, but no less cautious step. Ignoring the fact that she was in Keres' domain in the first place, one could say that she was at last in her right mind, her mind able and turning towards the politics of this order in which she'd been thoroughly entrenched since the coup back home. Anathemous had questions, as she of did, and schemes of her own.

Lady Keres, of course, played at a valuable part.

When at last she laid her golden eyes upon her, aglow in this dark place, Anathemous pulled away her hood, and inclined her chin in greetings to the dark lady. The empires youngest Darth bowed to no one, save the throne, but the master of this strange black world held her respect in ways that few could. It was like nodding to one's superior, and more like acknowledging the wrath of mother nature.


"Darth Keres," she murmured almost reverently.

"It's been too long. I hope our paths have crossed in better times than last we met?"

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[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Yalara

Tag | Kaila Irons

The woman she approached was garbed in a darkened robe, the shadows within the rather silent room helping to hide all but one aspect that Adeline shared with her other highblooded Sangnir.. Eyes that burned with a ravenous energy, piercing through the darkness in much the same way of a nocturnal predator.

She leans forward, letting the sickened light reveal her pale face. This woman looked nothing like who Kaila had come to visit, but her very presence hung within the air, always managing to send a chill down the spine as if the sword of Damocles hung above your head.

The woman greeted her visitor with a bloodstained smile, one that was filled with far more expression than the once apprentice had gotten used to.

"Lady Irons! I seem to be getting many visitors as of late it would seem, what brings you here again of all places?"

She asks in an enthusiastic tone, her claws tapping the arm rests of her chair.












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[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Sith robes
Tag: Adeline Noctua

It was ironic, perhaps, that Kaila wore the once signature, faint smile of her old teacher.

Now faced with the mad grin of Keres.

However, her eyes narrowed the barest inch. Adeline wore nearly many faces as Parasideus had in life, though she supposed this one shouldn't have surprised her. More concerning, if only a personal gripe against her fickle pride, was the use of her given name. Kaila Irons. It was a name reserved for those closest to her.

Anathemous was the name she took for herself, a symbol of her newfound control.

No matter, it was not Keres' intent to offend, unlike some she'd encountered and would soon correct. In fact, the strange sorceress seemed friendlier than ever.

"Schemes and politics, I hope you'll not mind my proclivity for business."

"It would be easier to justify social visits were you closer to Echnos, though I suspect you'd give a few of my peers a heart attack." she chuckled softly.

Anathemous stepped closer then, hands folded in her wide sleeves, brows furrowed in thought. There was no easy way to say this, and Darth Keres had always been an unpredictable sort. Was it better to approach this situation with a delicate hand or would the blood thirsty headmaster respect a direct approach?

The young Darth lifted her citrine gaze towards hers.

"I find myself in need of the very corpses I often deliver to your people, payment for an amulet, crafted sometime ago. I've come to renegotiate our contract, and offer something which will benefit us both in these changing times."

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[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Yalara

Tag | Kaila Irons

"While I do find myself getting a constant supply of bodies.. I remember that your offerings of dead are payment to me."

Her eyes glance at the necklace adorned around Kaila's neck.

"You've gotten quite a lot of value from that necklace around your pretty little neck, one could say the value is never ending if you play your cards right..."

She crosses a leg, keeping to a playful tone, one that the young dark knew hid a snake-like charm behind it.. Her bloodstained smile hiding the dagger so to speak.

"If you require undead, I can't think of a better place to get them my dear. But, if it is purely just the corpses you are after.. Pray, tell me what is it you offer over what you give now?"

It was clear that Adeline was indeed open to adjusting their deal, her eyes already studying and watching her visitor with eager interest.












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[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Sith robes
Tag: Adeline Noctua

Little neck?

The threat was there, if subtle. A reminder of how power was balanced in this place, and to whom it favored. That wasn't what annoyed Anathemous. Rather it was the fact that of all the sith who'd ever threatened her, Darth Keres was one of very few who could back it up even now that she'd come so far.

"Yes, well..." she chose to move on

"They would be your undead, now wouldn't they?"

Anathemous smiled, just a little.

"I need my own forces, not loaned necromancers. However I am not blind to what you've given me, The Collar of Many, it is easily the most valuable tool I own."

"So I've come to offer something of value in kind, a resource I'm sure you'll make better use of than I."

"Faith."

Kaila let the word hang a moment as she leaned against a nearby pillar. She knew how much sith loved to lord themselves over the masses like fledgling gods. And she supposed if anyone among them fit the bill, it was Keres.

"When I rebelled against our former master, I exiled all His faithful. Even returned by royal command, their temples never recovered. I stamped out the last cults long ago, all but the Eternalists, who will soon be allowed into the upper levels."

"I know you've a penchant for cults, seen a few here, such as your... what do they call themselves... Necroteks?"

She pinched her chin in thought, giving Keres a curious glance.

"Yours will be the first cult given access to my populace, even before the church. Crime makes up much of the local economy, the lower levels of Echnos City are prime conditions for recruitment, if you can stomach the process. With no competitors, and a head start, your could easily become the dominant faith of the undercity."

"If," she clarified.

"They will not disrupt my rule, nor that of the empire."

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