Sigil: City of Doors

//The following is a closed rp for those involved in the negotiations between The Fated and The Mercykillers.

The spire light reaches its zenith and the shadows cast over the cage shorten to being none existent. Two drow arrive at The Hall of Speakers both are shown to a small side room away from the main auditorium. The Singer Factotum who greets them offers them refreshment. They are told to ring a bell they are given if they require anything and are then left alone in the comfortable suit they are left in to conclude their business.

Charae settled into her seat and waited for drow to enter. She was a little surprised to see Sillx or Sallx - or whomever she currently was - enter the room.

Sillxhistraja, new Factotum of Takers, entered Halls of Speakers. Today, she openly wore the badge of Faction, which signified her rank and allegiance to the Fated. Showing her badge and stating her business, girl moved past Signers to the appointed room.

Entering, female noted the identity of the ambassador from Red Death. It seemed like Rowan had good information web.

Taking free seat, drow leaned forward, usually wisecracking smiling face serene and thoughtful.

"We have met again."

Charae laced her fingers together in her lap. "That we do. It is come to the Red Death's attention that the Fated hold the soul of our beloved Factol hostage. We are prepared to negotiate her return to our side."

"That is different from what our side says, but be as it may." There was a thin smile with no hint of mockery, arrogance or just playfulness.

"Despite the last actions of our dear abbil Nillesia that endangered our relationships, we are willing to cooperate. Our long history of alliances is too great to let happenings clouded by possession give root. Of course, there are some reparations we would like to take for our reputation taking hit in front of all our deeds to save the city from being overrun. We have some of the conditions on the list."

There was a thud when fat scroll was put in front of the woman, several layers of paper implying a long list.

"Just a humble compilation."

Charae smiled, amused. "Careful, dear. In the end, the Fated must return our Factol. Your faction stands to lose a great deal if Factol Niliesa is not returned to office. You may want to consider these conditions with care."

"Some things cannot be given on silver platter all the time. Your last affair only proves that."

There was a sound of parchment's flapping when it was unrolled.

"Well, let me see... There are quite some demands... Hmmm..."

There was long list of the conditions.

"Reparations in currency to pay for arming and paying our troops for future battles to come in amount of hundred thousand jink, increased taxations for two month's duration, a share of the axiomatic brass mining holdings in the Acheron with access to the aligned forges of your headquarters... Some part of the loot from the raids of justice would be nice... "

The list goes on, the parchment rolled to continue down, the jabbered words talking of more demands, otherwise profitable to the Fated.

Charae stood up, turning to leave. "These demands are comical. I see you are not taking this seriously."



\\The rest of the meeting continued in-game.

There was a sheepish smile, looking as amused as the justicar.
"Right back at you, Charae. Right back at you."

Giving a light laughter, Sillxhistraja slapped the fat parchment against her palm.
"Justicar of Red Death. Priestess of Lolth. Must be hard doing completely different errands for different masters. I wonder who will let go of you first."
Pointed finger was raised in the air, directed at the drow woman.
"Something tells me it will be Faction. Must be related to why you are here."

"We are not here to discuss my career or choice of religion. I would ask that you get to the matter at hand."