Vrak Nashar
Character
Athiss
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
"My Lord."
Ryal gave a deep bow as he entered the doors of his home, the golden doors parting before him to reveal a mass of commotion and movement. A dozen servants scrambled every which way, twice their number of warriors stood guard all around the lobby. Some of them seemed to relax as Vrak came into view, though others stiffened, as though they had no been expecting him to return. He scowled slightly, his lips turning to a sneer as he rounded upon the Pureblood servant.
"What has happened?" His words were a bite.
Neesa and Irid had informed him of some of the damage that had occurred over the last six months, though neither were properly positioned to actually know everything. Neesa was just an assassin and Irid was lower than a slave. She was his apprentice, and her knowledge didn't pertain to politics.
Still he knew that he'd lost much while he'd been trapped within the oceans of Naboo. His place within the ministries had been vacated, his holdings had been seized, and the factories that he'd worked so hard to open had barely been kept so by the interference of Lord Sitas. Things had not gone well since his capture, and that was told easily enough by the way his estate was half in panic. Likely they were worried about Siedra seizing the place, something Vrak would never live down.
"You've lost most of your holdings, My Lord. Your factories were taken by Lord Sitas, Siedra claimed the mines previously held by Lord Gelder, and your agricultural centers were seized by the council. In short, my Lord, all you hold is this estate."
The Pureblood stopped, turning on Ryal. "I see."
Rage poured from him like a torrential river. His fingers tightening ever so slightly.
"This must be rectified." He wouldn't lash out, not here, not now. He had to control himself. "Call what remains of my allies. I would have words."
Regaining his position would be difficult, if not possible, taking back what he had before...he didn't know if he could. Yet there was always a way to power, and he had more than enough holdings off-Athiss to sustain himself, at least for a time. He frowned for a moment and began to stalk away, though Ryal Spoke up once again, catching his attention before he could wander too far.
"One more thing, My Lord. Your Mistress is here. In your bedroom."
Vrak stopped, frowning and glancing back at Ryal. Mistress? He had no-Sera.
His lips thinned for a moment. He had last seen her months ago upon his journey to meet Malegeant. He had honored the terms of their deal, having given her rooms here in the Palace on Athiss. She had been treated like a Queen, given whatever she asked and seen to almost as well as he was. When he'd left he had tasked her with the assassination a man on Bastion. He didn't know whether she'd completed the task, though knowing her it had only taken a short while.
Vrak frowned. Had she been here this whole time? Waiting?
His fingers curled into a fist for a moment as he turned, twisting to head up the stairs. Within a few moments he pushed open the doors to his bedroom, the gaudy gold folding open to reveal Sera's pink and lithe form lounging upon rich purple and black bedspread. She appeared the same as she always had, though perhaps she'd be surprised by the changes in Vrak.
He was thinner than she'd ever seen him, gaunt, his eyes sunken and his skin having lost some of it's normal luster. Yet there was a strength that still clung to him, his back still straight and that same hard stare still coming from his gaze.
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
"My Lord."
Ryal gave a deep bow as he entered the doors of his home, the golden doors parting before him to reveal a mass of commotion and movement. A dozen servants scrambled every which way, twice their number of warriors stood guard all around the lobby. Some of them seemed to relax as Vrak came into view, though others stiffened, as though they had no been expecting him to return. He scowled slightly, his lips turning to a sneer as he rounded upon the Pureblood servant.
"What has happened?" His words were a bite.
Neesa and Irid had informed him of some of the damage that had occurred over the last six months, though neither were properly positioned to actually know everything. Neesa was just an assassin and Irid was lower than a slave. She was his apprentice, and her knowledge didn't pertain to politics.
Still he knew that he'd lost much while he'd been trapped within the oceans of Naboo. His place within the ministries had been vacated, his holdings had been seized, and the factories that he'd worked so hard to open had barely been kept so by the interference of Lord Sitas. Things had not gone well since his capture, and that was told easily enough by the way his estate was half in panic. Likely they were worried about Siedra seizing the place, something Vrak would never live down.
"You've lost most of your holdings, My Lord. Your factories were taken by Lord Sitas, Siedra claimed the mines previously held by Lord Gelder, and your agricultural centers were seized by the council. In short, my Lord, all you hold is this estate."
The Pureblood stopped, turning on Ryal. "I see."
Rage poured from him like a torrential river. His fingers tightening ever so slightly.
"This must be rectified." He wouldn't lash out, not here, not now. He had to control himself. "Call what remains of my allies. I would have words."
Regaining his position would be difficult, if not possible, taking back what he had before...he didn't know if he could. Yet there was always a way to power, and he had more than enough holdings off-Athiss to sustain himself, at least for a time. He frowned for a moment and began to stalk away, though Ryal Spoke up once again, catching his attention before he could wander too far.
"One more thing, My Lord. Your Mistress is here. In your bedroom."
Vrak stopped, frowning and glancing back at Ryal. Mistress? He had no-Sera.
His lips thinned for a moment. He had last seen her months ago upon his journey to meet Malegeant. He had honored the terms of their deal, having given her rooms here in the Palace on Athiss. She had been treated like a Queen, given whatever she asked and seen to almost as well as he was. When he'd left he had tasked her with the assassination a man on Bastion. He didn't know whether she'd completed the task, though knowing her it had only taken a short while.
Vrak frowned. Had she been here this whole time? Waiting?
His fingers curled into a fist for a moment as he turned, twisting to head up the stairs. Within a few moments he pushed open the doors to his bedroom, the gaudy gold folding open to reveal Sera's pink and lithe form lounging upon rich purple and black bedspread. She appeared the same as she always had, though perhaps she'd be surprised by the changes in Vrak.
He was thinner than she'd ever seen him, gaunt, his eyes sunken and his skin having lost some of it's normal luster. Yet there was a strength that still clung to him, his back still straight and that same hard stare still coming from his gaze.