The mountain range that helped shield Baase from the east, Beinndoo, had over periods of time being the destination of those seeking isolative places to study and commence ritual, as well as a importance place to deploy watch posts so as to keep the defence of Baase, especially with the development of mining and the isolative settlements that came with them. Among the monasteries, shrines, watchtowers, villages, mines, lone huts and mountain crypts came castles and towers of darkness. Many decayed and even collapse over the many years that the necromancers had hold on what was Thalloo. One notable was a dark castle on a low peak that be placed between the capital of Ardloght and the mining settlement of Yiarn: a towering castle that goes by the name of Dorridard. It began in the time before Thalloo was a place of necromancy as a simple stone training ground for those deemed worthy enough. It came home before this however to necromancer ritualism that came from the consideration of the peaks as a beacon of phantom beings, singing gentle songs of what is to be and what will lead to thee but in words no being alive or dead, may understand. When Thalloo came under necromancer control the fort managed to hold out, leading it to be ignored by the necromancers, allowing it to be a heaven for those preparing to strike the dark nation that Thalloo became. Then Scaanoar came and snaked the entire fort, raising the dead guardians into workers to develop the remains to make a watch point. After Scaanoar the place was then abandoned till the rein of the grand dukes of Thalloo created the foundations and set to continue for years, those who succeeded continue till it reached high in the sky. However it strength did not stop it getting abandoned from the civil unrest that took the Grand Duchy of Thalloo. It came under ownership many times over the countless years: with the Necrocracy of Baase it began an additional command centre for the army, a popular place for liching rituals, a study place for those wishing to teach at the academies of Baase, the graduate hall for new death knights in many of the orders, rest place for travellers in the mountains and a official retreat for the Marro-ghrussaieaae.
Aquilus Regina was crossed legged in a lone room in the central keep, the rooms only light being a circle of candles sitting around her. Her dark silk cape was wrapped around her. Meditation had been a practice encouraged among the necromancer faiths, especially Mando and Enyegiz. Even among those who did not practice a faith it was encourage to meditate as a way to reflect on the dark powers of necromancy, considering on how to channel energies and to reflect on the path of darkness. The candles and their light were a ever reminder: darkness cannot be without light, for one would not be able to define darkness without something to compare it to.
Through darkness Aquilus though deeply, her nostrils taking in the air of the room slowly, the matter of serving as head of the Necrocracy of Baase easing as she cleared her mind, emptying it of its baggage, all so she could feel direction, in hope of seeking a answer to the problems, in hope of
Forgive me mistress but a Jiarg representative has arrived to seek your audience.
The interruption came from a ghoulish adept of necromancer in pitch black hopes complete with hood that went over the top of the face that had taken service as one of Reginas servants. The Marro-ghrussaieaae got up in a flash, the candles going out as the dark cape figure gave out a morning of annoyance at being interrupted by ever interruptive presence of the Jiarg family. Now in complete darkness she went swiply without giving a word to her servent, knowing well that the Jiargs would have sent a figure who would be in the face of the Marro-ghrussaieaae and there was a room on the level she was at which suited such purpose. Through the simple dark grey passages lit only by small candles she entered through a oaken door made and opened it to enter the break room.
The room was semicircle in shape: the flat line being the location of the door which the Marro-ghrussaieaae stood at now. Much of the room was of glass windows set in arched shapes, set around dark stone. Light came from a single but strong source: a round stone circle set by radius in what could be considered the middle the room. In the centre of this round stone table was a pyre of deep fury, its fire heating up the entire room, contrast to the cold state of the mountains. Simple stone seats surrounded this table: on the end nearest the radius of windows was a figure in full clothing most white it made pure snow of winter dreams look dark in comparison. This was done by etches of tiny diamonds among the shapes and curves of silver thread, from gloves to boots to trousers to tunic to the hood. The face was a greyish aero blue with sharp fangs coming from a mouth that was armed with dark red lips, while the hood covered the eyes in shadow but those eyes were dark red for this was the youngest of Moidyn Jiargs sisters, Raishtey.
Why have you interrupted me? came the greetings of the Marro-ghrussaieaae to the youngest sister of the Duchess of Cheerfuill.
I come at my sisters bidding to give counsel on matters of Towl Jiarg and of our merchant struggles. It came to notice that Raishtey had in her right hand an copper goblet, which she drank a red liquid from: what it was was not on the priority list of Aquilus.
I have given approvel for your quest to make Towl Jiarg even in light of the Baltic demonstration and the Leighdersca has interest in merchant glory: why would you need to be here to interrupt my thoughts? went Aquilus.
Simple went Raishtey. By big sister wants to be sure that you are sure on your quest to aid Jairg
I mean Baasen trade. With special note given to the case of the GMR and its calling of us as
Abominations. I know Raishtey: it appears the prejudice of the holy have come into play. They set us as enemies already. They want to have an enemy. They pick on those that do not take their blinded dogma.
To be honest o ritual performer who runs a nation of occults and zealous orders I have consideration that our own reputation may not be as, to use the phase of the GMR monks, holy than though. The GMR are just the most obvious (and hence detestable) opposition to allowing our trade vessels into the ports of the living
and not the dark power casting type of that living. The hymns of trade can be scared away by the shouts of hostiles binaries.
Trade is in the realms of binary in itself when it comes to the usages of currency and
But compared to ideas? Peace!
You are aware that in interruption you show impoliteness to your Marro-ghrussaieaae.
Who has the highest wealth that is not of the government coffers?
Is not the Jiargs a government in themselves? Duchies are not what I call stateless entities.
It is our hard merchant fleets that ensure this!
Fleets you have a history of bribing the official leadership of Baase to give you the primal navy as service to guard your vessels? You have been aided in your time.
Piracy is a nasty thing to happen to you.
I will give you that credit.
Still back to the GMR: I have been thinking of them.
And what great tome of thought is to come from this?
You are lucky I am patient Raishtey or I would use my privilege power of having you removed from the castle, perhaps without the transportation you came with.
I took my elder sisters spair carriage. You know she would be mad if that carriage and I do not return to her.
She is not as powerful as you make her out to be.
Money is a great power.
Power is power. Money cannot buy the loyalty of my closest aids, nor can it compare to the secrets of darkness and the knowledge of administration that I can set to hinder your
corruptive influence.
Corruptive influence? Is that what you call our exchange of gifts?
Gifts for doing as the Jiarg family says.
Hay! Its nothing compared to the great trio of the Bingdoo or the crude brutal influence of Furvus Rhinoceros!
Was not Furvus your making of family of Jiarg?
We only kept him to 8 till the
occurrence.
Is that what you call threatening a child over the great clouds?
Hay! It was mad times! We were giving better treatment than when he was at the hands of the Eederdeiney family! The boy is what he is today by the jolly hands of the Krigskygge, who I heard were only a bit gentler than our programme with the boy.
The boy who grew to be the end of humanoid blood cattle practice
True but that does not him being a brute. How many death knights he executed for the crime of being a person of a different order that so happen was in the times of the rebellious efforts of Mailloche Meurtrier and Bianco Giudicare? We both know the majority of the death knights marked as traitors by Furvus are but in only crime against Baassen society was being in a different club to Furvus?
He vices and virtues are as ever known or have you come to lecture on what is mostly known?
Then why is Furvus is not destroyed for his crimes?
I said mostly known or have the works of spies leaked?
Well Furvus and Regale are still from this more nasty work than the Jiargs would you not say? Regale Morte, ever a wise teacher and lich of virtue, her power is build on a information network set to threaten the privacy of us all.
Says the Jiarg family.
Hay! Our spies are in self-defence! She has nasty efforts.
Says the Jiarg family.
Says the outsider who came to power over the efforts of a death knight and a necromancer who was a duke
of Diucdaght. Unless the Jiarg bloodline is linked with the Meurtrier and Giudicare families then the only thing we Jiargs did was throw a traitor off the edge.
Forgive me but it is common knowledge
Yes I know but compared to Meurtrier and Giudicare efforts the acts of the Jiargs were just birds flying.
Still
back to the subject our abomination status
O
that. Well
what should I inform my duchess and eldest sister about? What did you think about up in this place of high darkness
I will address the Leighdersca.
A noble effort.
I will address and inform the Leighdersca that it is my vision to react to the aggressive tone of our enemies of old.
I better tell my merchants to buy some weap
We will find an effort of peace co-existence.
What? No noble effort to
I will suggest we declare that the GMR have simply lost their vision to the blindness of light and that embargoes are a blade that hurts two figures, the one who it is inflicted upon and the one who holds onto the sharp, blood slashing blade.
O right
We will inform our merchants to try to find ways to trade with those in the GMR that are not blinded but if not possible we will at the least offer Baase as a refuge to those who are discriminated by the zealots of the holy and to inform the rest of the world that we will reserve our hated clashing of words between each other only. That way we will avoid the ugliness of war more so.
A noble effort.
In time the Leighdersca and I will decide on further action but this will be dictated by what occurs in time, ever the willing of death.
Death, death, death
anything else?
Yes: Aquilus Regina requests that you Raishtey Jiarg to head back to Moidyn Jiargs spare carriage, where you will inform your sister and as many figures as possible of what we said here.
We are not keeping this chat close? As Raishtey spoke that she noticed something she did not notice before: in a dark corner she had noted bones but failed to note that this skeleton
or rather a unclothed lich
had been writing into a greyish yellow silk cloth.
As you may see Aquilus said while directing Raishtey to the door I like to be open when it is possible.
But secrets said?
An openness policy.
Your part in secrets?
Confessions.
Well
I will do my best went Raishtey taking to the corridor. Be sure to mention your noble meditation in how you were interrupted by Raishtey Jiarg.
I will consider it went Aquilus who saw Raishtey to go down the stairs.
Aquilus then quietly went back to her room of meditation. She lit the candles once more and sat down to meditate.
You cannot think too much.
OOC: I will possibly use
Pax Deorum as a theme for Aquilus Regina
