Title: Make Shift Healers Tent
RP Thread Number: 42
When Occured: Between Sessions #20 “Deadly Obsession and # 21 “Raid on the Temple of Mori”
Location: Forest inside the Kingdom of Arborlon
Out of Game Date: Dec 30, 2018 – Jan 01, 2019
Participants: Rabbit, Keyleth, Luke, Nestrim, Te’Teh, Anglerond
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Luke is laying on a bed, which was probably once a nice piece of furniture. His blood has marred the expensive sheets now. His armor is off, and sent for repair, while he lays there letting an elf with a timid bedside manner finish trying to get four massive wounds to close up. Luke’s thin torso will probably bear those scars for eternity.
Despite that, his eyes are amused, and he has muttered, “Worth ever stab.” more than once.
He knows Rabbit has been floating around him, and he can’t help her fear for him. He hadn’t expected to do more than just fluster Glorion with his antics, but now that he knows what shiny red button to push? That’s far more valuable.
The small drow maiden steps into the tent. She walks over purposefully and without any words gently pushes the timid elf away as she climbs onto the bed and starts inspecting the sutures. She is quiet, her hair has fallen in front of her face as her gentle fingers expertly probe the wounds, checking the rest of the injured area. She seems mostly satisfied as she rests back on his upper legs, her light weight barely shifting the big teifling.
She looks at him through her hair, she seems to be trying to come up with words.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t think he’d lose his damn mind so thoroughly,” Luke says to her. “I’ll try not to get killed by Glorion next time. He’s definitely faster than me, and I couldn’t get my sword out before the stabbing began. Cheap shots without warning are kind of his thing.”
Luke gives Rabbit a small smile, hoping she doesn’t finish what Glorion started.
Rabbit shifts slightly side to side, he can feel tiny shivers running through her. She touches near the wounds and she starts speaking as she continues to touch where he was injured. It is just gibberish for a few moments, almost like nails on a chalkboard when she realizes he doesn’t understand what language she is speaking and she stops.
Luke sees tears on her cheek even though the hair is covering her eyes as she tries again this time in common, her voice husky and close to breaking. “I love you, and I don’t know what to do.”
Luke laughs, and says, “Well in this situation you tell me I’m an idiot for taunting Glorion now that he’s a hell knight. You cry. You say you love me. See? You almost have it all done exactly how you are supposed to.”
He reaches a hand up to brush her hair out of her face.
As Luke’s hand reaches forward, Rabbit leans over to meet it, almost in desperation for his touch. She rubs her face against Luke’s hand, much like his cats. He is able to push away her hair and he finds her eyes staring at them, huge with most of the blue disappeared into the black of her irises. Tears start running freely down her face and a look of fear, worry, and some relief wash across it.
Once again that language the maidens spoke with her… Abyssal with its harsh words, not meant to be heard on this plane. Her words shift quickly enough into common.“I love you, I love you so much it hurts and I don’t know how to stop it, or hold it. I saw him stab you and all I could think is that I had been playing too many games and not just tell you that I loved you in a language you understood.” Ragged gasps of air come in and out between sobs, “You said it to me but you were going to die with never knowing how I feel.”
“That’s not true. I know you love me. I’ve known for a while. You say it with more than words,” Luke says.
He smiles up at her waiting for her to relax, enjoying the moment. He was sure she’d be mad soon enough.
The tears slow down after a short time, but she does seem to be thumping his chest in time with her sobs. They slow down more, and every once in awhile the thump is hard, not a crying but an angry hit. Luke sees this coming far in advance, and he is pretty sure Rabbit isn’t even aware she is getting angry.
Thump… her hand comes down on his chest hard, hard enough she stops and looks at her hand. Rabbit sighs heavily and leans over Luke’s face, keeping herself just a few inches away. She starts whispering to him, almost playful at first, but Luke isn’t fooled by this ruse, he can hear her tone building. “What exactly were you thinking when you pulled that trick but didn’t have a weapon ready. Do you think now that your a paladin that she will just take you home away from me? Are you five… have you never held a sword before? You need to dodge more, or at least have your sword out.” She thumps him a little harder again, “I am not going to lose you this soon after getting you. I am not losing you to stupidity.” The last word is a hiss.
Luke smiles kindly, and says, “He’s faster than me. He’s a seasoned Paladin, whose entire life is devoted to swordplay and murder, and now he’s a hell knight. He is faster and stronger than the man he was. I also misjudged. I licked is fucking face and he did nothing but look confused. I don’t think anything I ever could do would make the man rise to the bait. Key on the other hand. . .”
Luke shakes his head before saying, “For a man that could not consummate his marriage, he sure has a hard on for Key. That’s not safe. He’s a dangerous stalker. He’s dangerously insane.”
He pulls Rabbit down on his chest to keep her from thumping him any more, as he waits for the elven healing methods to run their course. “I’m sorry. I’ll stab first next time.”
Rabbit watches him intently while he talks, still thumping him, the anger drawing away far faster than he imagines it would for anyone else as his words sink in. She doesn’t complain or resist when he drags her down on top of him
As she lays there she just wraps her hands around him, trying to touch as much of him as she can. “Please stab next time.”
She breaths in his scent deeply, “Better yet, stand at twenty yards and do that. You are right,. She thinks about it for a few moments, “You are right though, he has spent decades training in swordplay and murder. He is now tainted or possessed by something else. Let someone who has trained for centuries, murdered for centuries stand between you and him, at least for now, until you come into your own.” With those last words she squeezes him gently, indicating it should be her that stands in between Luke and Glorion.
“I think, if I could have gotten my sword out, I might have had a fighting chance. I had my arms around Key, and he attacked. That’s not safe. He could have hit her. I don’t think it’s about Key, but the disrespect he perceives in her acceptance of my shenanigans. It’s the same when he killed that noble for taking advantage of your willingness to let him beat you. It wasn’t the act that got that man killed, but the disrespect Glorion perceived,” Luke says.
“I’m just a guy with a his sword, no matter how much Sekhmet favors me,” Luke explains, and kisses her head.
“I need to talk to Key and Nesterim, though. Glorion needs to be ruled an enemy of the state, and that way we will never again have to be beholden to politeness when we do see him. We can stab first,” Luke starts to rise out of bed.
Rabbit pushes back on his chest, shifts her hips so she might have a pointless bit of leverage to offset Luke’s size. “That can wait, he isn’t showing up anytime soon claiming hospitality, you need to rest.”
She calls over to a servant, “Can you call Nesterim and Key over when they have a chance, and bring some food, Luke is going to be hungry with the healing.” She squeezes Luke with her thighs as she is talking. She turns her attention fully back to Luke, “that is a good idea though, get the elves to officially cast him out, and it will limit where he can come and go.” She squeezes again, seeming to like the feeling, “You are more than just a guy with a sword, especially to me.”
“Fine,” Like says, “I’ll wait for them.” Luke then rolls his eyes. “I’ll just sit here while I knit back together.”
He smiles up at Rabbit with amusement.
Rabbit rocks back and forth watching Luke. She cocks her head with a large smile spreading across her face. She leans close and blinks slowly. “I love you, you big tree. I want to spend my life with you.” She stops for a minute, as if thinking of something, “Do you think Ira is real?”
She takes Luke’s giant hands with her delicate and small elven hands. She then places them on her hips. She stops whatever she was doing when she cocks her head and a look of annoyance crosses her face and whispers, “She better not be coming in here.”
“I love you too, and I would be happy to spend my life with you,” Luke reassures. “As for Ira? Who knows. It’s a nice possible future where you live and we have multiple fat happy children. However if we do not, I am happy with that, too.”
“Who? Who better not be coming in here?” Luke asks.
Rabbit continues holding Luke’s hands on her hips and starts slowly rubbing against his thigh, almost like a dance. Her trousers start crawling down her hips of their own volition from the friction and movement, revealing incredibly pale skin. She stops at Luke’s question, “Te’teh has been meandering her ass towards the tent for the last ten minutes, she is slowly getting closer. Seriously, what does she need now?”. She turns towards the oncoming noise, a grunt that is almost a growl reverberates in her throat. Luke can tell she might seem frustrated, but she does seem to care as well. She makes a whistling sound and waits for the other tiefling to come in.
Luke notices as Rabbit turns watching the door that there are faintly colored markings above her left buttock, just peeking above her trousers resting place. He notices at the same time that her racial spider marking is currently on her neck, so it definitely isn’t that peeking out.
“If Te’Teh needs to come talk to me, she can come. She’s not a threat to your possession of my body at the moment,” Luke laughs.
“Also, when you went into a berserk this time? I think it gave a window for one of your tattoos to come back. When I up, I’ll redo that ritual for you,” Luke says. he reaches up and taps at the exposed skin.
Rabbit looks back and then down at her ass, twisting in what would be uncomfortable for others to catch a glimpse. She sees the offending markings and sighs in annoyance, “Damn”. She shrugs, obviously trusting that Luke can fix it she waits for the oncoming tiefling that is remarkably loud moving for being the party’s rogue. Rabbit does continue to rub on Luke though, she hasn’t given that up yet.
Te’Teh steps into the room and looks around, when she sees Luke she smiles in relief and walks over. She doesn’t seem to notice the two of them are touching and promptly sits down beside his bed on a chair. She sets a beer beside her and begins, “How are you doing Luke? You better be ok because I don’t want to explain to Salkya that we broke her paladin.” She gives Luke a big smile, showing she knows Luke will be ok.
“She might understand if you told her I touched Key’s boobs to irritate Glorion. I need to talk to Key and Nesterim so we can declare the bastard an enemy of the state, so I can stab first and annoy second next time,” Luke says. He keeps rubbing Rabbits tattoo while he speaks.
“Tell Rabbit I’m fine,” he instructs Te’Teh.
Rabbit looks down at the man under her and sighs, “I know you are fine… This is new to me, I don’t know if I can get used to and not worry about you getting hurt. I need to show you how to keep your guard up on your left side, or maybe Anglerond is better with a sword and shield, but between us we can do it. Maybe I can teach you to draw faster too.” She squeezes him tightly with her thighs.
Te’Teh nods at Luke’s words, and raises an approving eyebrow at the interchange, “Trust me Rabbit, he is fine. Don’t worry he will milk this situation for all the pussy and dick he can. I bet he shows off his scars to potential new playmates.” She winks at Luke and then starts addressing his other words, “I think she will understand once I say you touched Key’s boobs in front of Glorion, she will think it is fantastic. As for your plan, that sounds reasonable, although I know I am a poor scumbag who lives in the gutter, but why didn’t they already do this?”
Key strides into the tent and pauses just inside the flap. Seeing the tableau in front of her a wide grin spreads across her lips. She moves out of the way of the flap to make room for Nestrim to enter. She pats Luke’s foot on the way by him and kisses Rabbits forehead.
“If you don’t want to have sex just call me. I seem to be the bane of your existence in that area. You rang?” She gives Luke a mock bow.
Nestrim moves to the corner of the tent, an amused look on his face.
Rabbit sighs as more people come in, but gives her sister a warm smile. Realizing she isn’t going to get anywhere her work face comes back, although it does seem a little ‘spikier’ for lack of a better description. “Luke had some really good ideas he wanted to share about Glorion.”
Even with her work face on, she doesn’t move from her perch on Luke’s lap, pants still half down her legs. She just sits there acting like it is the most normal thing in the world.
Te’teh nods at Keyleth and smiles, although there is a glimmer of disappointment. She won’t get to talk to Luke about why she came in here and she knows it. Knowing this is more important she makes her way over to the corner of the tent, pulls out a wine flask and drinks from the flask itself, waiting and watching the group meet.
Luke smiles at Key, and says, “Who knew my groping you was what it would take to push the man’s buttons. For a man that wanted a marriage of convenience and couldn’t be bothered to consummate it, he is sure possessive of you.”
He smiles at Nesterim as he comes in, and without looking over says, “Te’Teh, put down the bottle. I can talk to you eventually here.”
Key laughs a bit uncomfortably shrugging. “Now we know how to piss him off. Next time you may have to go a bit more extreme. Although next time I see his ass I don’t plan to do a lot of talking.” Her expression turns to one filled with concern.
“Are you okay? Im sorry I couldn’t keep him off you.”
Everyone turns their attention to Luke, Te’Teh and Nestrim both curious on how he is feeling and Rabbit just watching.
“That’s kind of Glorion’s thing. Strike first before anyone can see what’s happening? I also think you and Nesterim’s family need to place the blame on this for the missing heir, and mark him an enemy of the state. He’s been thriving on this ability to use the rules against everyone, so we have to change the rules on him,” Luke says. “The faster we place the blame for his sisters disappearance, as well as the others, the better it will be. He has to have burnt some bridges with what few elves will deal with him, now.” Luke looks annoyed at Glorion’s antics.
Key nods in total agreement with everything Luke is saying. She pauses thinking a moment then looks at Nestrim then around the room at all of her extended family gathered there. “I totally agree. We can write it up and send it out straight away. He is an enemy of the empire. Anyone who deals with him going forward will forfeit their lands and titles. If he is seen it needs to be reported immediately.” She turns to face Nestrim.
“Have Fathers runners left yet for Arborlon? Maybe we can pit something together for them to take with them if they haven’t. If so, can we spair another?”
Rabbit remains quiet, unfamiliar with Arborlon politics she doesn’t have anything to offer at this point. Her gaze drifting between Key and Luke and back. She unconsciously pulls her trousers up, but doesn’t button them, slipping her newly appeared tattoo back under as a byproduct.
Te’Teh puts away her wine at Luke’s bidding, but does not speak since she doesn’t want to interfere with family politics.
Nestrim’s face becomes even more serious and contemplative. “I am sorry my Empress but you don’t have that authority with other houses, no one here does.”
He shifts slightly uncomfortably as he looks from Luke to Key and back, with a flickering of acknowledgment he saw Rabbit’s new or maybe it is old, ink.
“No one of noble blood can be arbitrarily cast out by one person’s command. You aren’t the Empress in power now and if you made such a declaration at the very least the Houses would ignore you and you would lose power and standing with them when you do take over. At the worst it would be taken poorly and you may be brought before judgment for trying to cast out someone of noble blood. I doubt that would happen for something like this.”
He breaths in, “This is the reason that Rabbit had to face Veronwe and she wasn’t arbitrarily taken by another house, tried and executed. She isn’t even recognized with noble blood, she is just someone commanded by noble blood who still had support of at least one house. He can be cast out from House Elenren and would no longer reflect poorly on us, but we cannot arbitrarily cast him out as a noble of elvenkind.”
“The houses long ago agreed that one of their kind could not be cast out by any one power, save by Corellon. This was originally set up to prevent the Rangers from having that power since the Houses had no authority to check what they do, but it was also done so one powerful house couldn’t cast out other members of other houses without a neutral arbiter.”
He takes a sip of wine, “What can be done without Veronwe’s judgment, is he can be cast out of House Elenren. He would lose all protections and benefits of Elenren. He can be exiled from other houses individually if they decide to step forward and do it themselves, which they are not required to. The only way to exile or execute a noble though is by all Houses casting him away individually, or more likely by the Judgement of Corellon, which is presided over by Veronwe…” he lets his voice trail, understanding more why Veronwe might have disappeared.
“Nobles are divinely assigned at birth, and will retain those rights until their divine assignment is removed by Corellon” Nestrim says finally, as if read from a history or law text.
“Seriously? The man single handedly abducted Veronwe himself, and Alluvia and that is not enough? You can’t put out a herald explaining this is his doing? That is asinine. Your people do not need that kind of resolution to attack Drow, the desert elves, or anyone they consider less then themselves, but I suppose Glorion being or noble blood somehow gets a pass for genocide?” Luke says, half raising off the bed. He might be convalescing but Rabbits weight is nothing compared to his irritation.
Key crosses her arms and shakes her head thoroughly irritated with the situation. “So we kill first and worry about justifying our actions later. There has to be something added into the bylaws to account for this type of circumstance.” She huffs out an annoyed breath.
Rabbit doesn’t seem too surprised by Luke’s agitation and movement. She doesn’t try to stop him from sitting up, she just wraps her legs around him so she will stay attached, wherever he goes.
Te’Teh eyes get wide, anger starting to flare up and a rant about the nobles at her lips, but no words issue forth.
Nestrim’s raises his hands to forestall Luke and Keyleth, “What I said is there cannot be an across the board proclamation to cast out Glorion. Any house may choose to support him until he is cast out without repercussion. However, that doesn’t mean he can’t die by another noble’s hand in a fight or a duel. It is why Glorion didn’t get arrested or punished by anyone outside his family for killing the lesser noble.”
Nestrim sighs, “The only thing we cannot try and stop Glorion from doing is entering any sacred elven sites. This would be any church to the Seldarine gods, any sacred lands, or any other area where truces are enacted. We can still deal with him personally if we can catch him otherwise. We can also start talking to other houses, if we can get a unanimous following he can still be cast out. It doesn’t matter if only one house supports him them, they will have to bow to pressure or lose relations with other houses. The other way we do this is rescue Veronwe, or wait for his successor.”
Luke narrows his eyes, thinking, and says, “There are representatives of three other elven nations here. I can always try my luck with them. Keyleth can still condemn his actions for abducting not just the heir to the thrown but speak to his long and storied history of murder when it comes to elven nobles. I am pretty sure he knows Arbolon’s rules inside and out because he was trained in them. He does not know anything much about the other nations because he felt they were beneath him. He also seems to think he can use his own nation’s rules as a shield, but people get tired of genocide and murder.”
“Will you write a speech for Key to give, placing this all on Glorion, and telling you lords we are going to try and get the folks abducted back. We don’t know about survivors because Glorion is a murderer, but we are going to look for them. I am sure you can manipulate the other noble houses, and this is just the latest egregious action by Glorion,” Luke asks Nesterim.
He gives Te’Teh as small head shake, hoping to quell her rant. Rich upper class folks have rules to protect each other form the dirty underclass. That’s not shocking. They are now reaping what they sowed with their class privilege. He made a note to talk to Te’Teh about it later.
Key’s smile gets broader as Luke speaks and she looks to Nestrim to judge his reaction. “Its a sound plan and an excellent opportunity to acquire allies. Or at least to prove that alliences are possible. It would be nice to have more people hunting for him and fewer places that he can move freely in.” She sighs with more than a little relief.
“It also give us something to work on, which I’ll take over the waiting.”
Rabbit sits quietly, listening to the conversation. She has her eyes closed as she listens.
Te’Teh eyes remain frustrated, but she sees Luke’s small shake and drops it immediately. She has always hated nobility and this just reinforces for her why. She sits back down, takes an angry drink from her flask before putting it back. Seething about the upper classes silently to herself.
Nestrim nods, “That is an excellent idea, it would help pressure any houses reluctant to do this. It will still take time but we can make it absolutely clear that he is cast out by both Elenren and Surana and he will face death if he ventures onto our sovereign territories. I will start on a speech immediately. Also, I do think politically we can make this work, the problem lies just in timing. Also, I am happy to start talking to the different representatives. I am sure the Desert Elves won’t have a problem, the drow may or may not be problematic as they have a similar house issue to us. Shadowfell… I don’t know about them.”
Nestrim grimaces a little “We have been warring with them for several thousand years in the forest, Bralquss Shregro is the first denizen of Shadowfell that we have seen that hasn’t resulted in fighting since the Rangers were formed.”
Nestrim gives a slight smile, “That is going to piss off the rangers as well, that we are dealing with the Raven Queen’s people.”
“We need to make him so hot the the site of him makes him hunted. He’s been trading on his royal blood this whole time. Time to make it a liability, not an asset,” Luke says.
“He’s already not welcome easily in Kokand, but that was easy as his actions spoke for him there,” Luke says. “We have three days, and we go after him. No quarter, this time. In case we fail, we need to make him, and anyone else bearing the mark of the eye a pariah. Cut off his access to his pawns. It’s harder to get information if people are worried they are among us.”
“Let’s spin this that Glorion is a hell knight that has turned is back on his paladinship to Corellon. Now he is targeting all elves. Control the narrative. Like when I sold a bard on that song with you, Nesterim. Let them tell the story of a fallen Paladin that decided to subvert Corellon’s will to attack any elven people he could get within his grasp,” Luke says. “Send out every bard you have.”
Key nods in agreement with Luke’s words. She turns to Nestrim. “How hard would it be to inact Lukes plan? Can we use stones to get in contact with some bards in Arborlon? Maybe send copies of the speach you right to be read out. If it helps to add how he treated me to the narrative please feel free to do so.”
Rabbit remains quiet, eyes closed and listening.
Te’Teh watches, the rant starting to finally fade as she pulls her flask out again.
Nestrim nods, “All this can be done, I have already started some of it on my own. The only problem is there is no one I know of in Kokand who has a stone, we are all here. So no way to get the information out to the bards until one of us gets home. However, that is a… He gives Luke a slightly perturbed look, reminiscent of when they first met “very effective way to cause rumor to happen, I know first hand.”He then winks at the tiefling laying in the bed.
Looking at Luke, he gets up walks over and makes himself comfortable sitting on the bed beside him. “Let me see your wounds” he says ignoring the drow sitting inches from him.
Luke smiles at the group and says, “Let’s concentrate on what we have in our reach. I think Glorion has his hands full so if we just sent a runner to Kokand that would work. I’ll send a letter to Salkya. She can work with this information and rarely gets a chance to play these days at the temple. I think if you focus on the bards for Arborlon and here that will take care of the rest. We will give Amal a ‘Secret’ but of intel on Glorion and I’m sure it will go straight to her mother and no Drow will work for him again.”
He then seats at Nesterim, “I’m fine. I lived. It will knit together.”
Key scrunches her brows up in thought. “Is there anyway we could go through an intermediary and put out a price on his head? Is that a bit overboard?”
Rabbit shifts her attention to Keyleth, her eyes opening as she stares. “Send me, I can leave tonight. Results would be within a fortnight at the most.” She is still wrapped around Luke, her legs gripping his abdomen. Even so, her body seems flexed, poised, ready to move. “I can take care of him if you want.”
Te’Teh eyes get a little wide, seeing Rabbit’s look seems to make her slightly uncomfortable so she shifts in her seat to watch Luke instead.
Nestrim shakes his heads, “No contracts, the second you issue a contract to the outside world it will cost you dearly politically. First, just by spilling that things are bad enough to the outside that you have to look for an outside way to directly stop him. Many powers would possibly consider we must be weak if we have to seek non-elves to do it.”
“Then houses will balk at you hiring outsiders to deal with with what they all consider ‘inside politics’. If you want to do this I can set it up, but it is expensive politically as well as financially.”
He looks over at Rabbit as she offers to go out by herself, he purses his lips but says nothing.
Luke looks are Rabbit with disapproval, “No. Just no. Key, you get ready to give a the speech Nesterim will write up for you. The best thing you can do is be you. You are honest, and can speak from the heart. I don’t think we even know anyone that is a match for Glorion easily. Te’Teh might know someone that can take Glorion, but he’s not going to be easy to take down.,” Luke says.
“I think we have a good plan so far,” Luke says.
Key raises an eyebrow in Rabbits direction and shakes her head in the negative, backing up Luke. She refocuses on Luke and moves for the door looking around for her guards out of habit. Not finding any, she shrugs and talks to Luke on her way out.
“That I can do. I’ll be in my tent when you guys are ready for that speech to be made.”
Rabbit stops and looks at Luke, she twitches when Luke mentions about no one could match Glorion, she seems confused at first then uncertain and for a flicker of a second hurt. Her attention to everyone else seems to fade as Luke engulfs her world. She has no frame of reference on why someone would say no except to indicate they don’t have faith in them, or that she would endanger the group and be a failure. It wouldn’t dawn on her that he might have said no to Rabbit because he loved her and didn’t want to lose her.
She ducks her head for a moment and then quietly in a reserved voice “I think I could take him, it would keep all of you safe and if I was by myself I wouldn’t have to worry about holding back.” She is still hugging Luke with her legs, but her tension disappeared with her confused look, now her body feels worried it has done something wrong and isn’t sure if she is still wanted there, she has never been denied so quickly to be the weapon she was made into.
Te’Teh looks at Luke, “I do know some people that might take a contract, and they would do it off the books. They like to be a little more silent then the normal assassin’s guild blokes.” She gives him a hesitant smile, not sure if she missed something with him and Rabbit.
Nestrim watches as Key starts walking out the door, his eyes go back to Rabbit and Luke as he half stands. He doesn’t seem to know if he should leave, or stay so he just stands there taking a very long time to pack away his stuff. “The speech will be very easy, I am getting familiar enough with my sister I think I could write something that has her voice in it.
“My lord Morthos, a letter was left for you from a Izz’iira Noqu’ndar.” A look of distaste crosses his face at the mention of the drow name.
//please go to this journal entry for the letter: http://www.silkandspices.net/2019/01/05/concerning-rabbit-letter-from-izzy-to-luke-correspondance/
Luke pokes Rabbit in the head, and says, “I’d like you to be alive. I’m not accustomed to having any lovers that are okay with who and what I am. I’d just not like to take any chances.” He rolls his dark eyes. The effect of the pupils rolling might be lost in the blackness, but the expression is familiar.
He points to Te’Teh, and says, “I’d definitely like to discuss that, and what you came in to talk to me about.”
He reaches up to Nesterim, and grabs his hand, “And thank you for being concerned about me. I do appreciate it. I’m sorry I got stabbed so much by your half brother. I’ll try to get my sword out next time. I’m sure you have a lecture and some yelling to get out of your system on this subject at some point.” Luke smiles up at Nesterim with amusement.
His smile drifts to Key, and he says, “I know you will do great. You can’t hire an assassin. It’s not a bad idea, as some of us are Teiflings and we are known to get testy when stabbed a lot. I’ll look into it on my own, and you can disapprove whole heartedly, and and yell at me for such an unethical act later in public if it’s feasible.”
When the servant comes in, Luke winces and says, “Oh by the gods, don’t call me Lord Morthos. Just Luke. Luke is fine, please.” He reaches for the letter and starts to read.
Key laughs warmly at all of the people jockying for Lukes attention. She nods in understanding when he speaks to her.
“If appropriate, I’ll chastise you in public and kiss you on the mouth in private. For now I think I’ll go so that you can give your full attention to your herime.” She winks at Luke and turns to go.
Rabbit seems perturbed that so many people are closing in and appears the least friendly anyone in the tent has seen her since they met her. The perturbed look slips away as the servant hands Luke a scroll and her eyes light up, at least until she recognizes a drow seal on the scroll. at which time her look became deadly, very much like a predator as she watches Luke unroll it. The whole time she says nothing with her voice, but enough with her body that the elven servant trips over themselves to leave the area around Luke.
Te’Teh watches the situation unfold and starts subtly making her way towards the entrance of the tent. She nods at Luke when he points at her but says nothing. As she gets up beside Key she lays a hand on Key’s shoulder in a friendly way, “After watching Glorion, I honestly don’t know if there are any assassins that will definitely get him… maybe Rabbit. However, there are several I can talk to. I will work it out with Luke, don’t worry about it.” She squeezes Key’s shoulder, in what is the first friendly, physical contact Te’Teh has offered on her own accord in Key’s memory.
Nestrim hesitates for a moment, and he gives a more aloof look at Luke. “You really do overthink yourself… I am just worried that our cleric got hurt, nothing more.” A small wink, meant only for Luke happens, “No lectures at this time, I think there are too many stabby things around you to lecture your place… in Key’s household.”
Nestrim pull’s Luke’s hand up to his mouth, emotion playing across his eyes momentarily as he kisses it softly, “I would appreciate it if you would not die anytime soon. Your lifespan is already too short for me…” His eyes drift over to Rabbit and then back, “and I suspect I won’t be the one to take it the worst when it does run through its course.”
Luke nods to Te’Teh, “Late then, I promise.”
He then smiles at Key, “Thanks for listening to me. I think we can definitely get Glorion if we play it right.” He waves as she heads out.
Luke smiles at Nesterim, and says, “I’m sorry I scared you. I’m not exactly keen on on shortening my life any more than it is.” He smiles up at Nesterim. “I’ll make some time for you tonight. Maybe we can be a little less stabby by then?”
Key bends at the waist, giving Luke a bow then blows him a kiss before ducking out of then tent.
Rabbit’s eyes are almost glowing with focus as she is watching the scroll in Luke’s hand. She shifts on him, tightening her thighs and bristling at everyone getting even closer. Luke can hear a low grumble in her chest, her irises are expanding and she is breathing deeper, just as Luke might feel uncomfortable about what might be happening, a flicker and a smile washes across her face as if she was feeling nothing. She pushes herself upright, acting as if nothing bothered her.
Te’Teh slips out of the tent, patting Luke as she leaves, “I will be back.”
Nestrim smiles at Luke, glances at Rabbit and back to Luke, “You misunderstand my beautiful tiefling, I am not the one that is stabby. I know you can take care of yourself and I have no doubt as long as clerics are nearby you have no threat of leaving this mortal coil yet. Someone else feels stabby and I don’t think I want to antagonize that.” Nestrim leans over and kisses Luke passionately, not caring who is watching.“I wouldn’t ever harm you… well not unless you asked.”
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