TFW - The Fallen World

One of Boriaz's underlings came up at a semi-normal pace. The fairly short Archon stood for a few moments waiting to be recognized, or for the kiss to be stopped, or whatever was going to happen next. He himself had proven his worth to Boriaz through intelligence giving and training of scouts underneath him, even if they weren't able to get anything from the Fortress that was worth while.

Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke in their Archonic tongue to him, not believing that the humans needed to know what he was about to say. "Commander, sorry to intrude on your tasting of the woman, but Geun, Yezuf and Morej haven't reported in. Permission to send two of our scouts to look for them. They are not within the walls, that is for certain."

The Archon stood fast waiting for a response from his superior. The three weren't too much of troublemakers and weren't known for being late to anything.

From: A Package for Akil


Chakra couldn't leave well enough alone. She hadn't heard from Dexeu or Lazarus since she left Deshu and she didn't really have anything of value to report. She had wanted to see what was in that package, but there wasn't the time to do so and she didn't have the gumption in that respect, as many seemed too petty within the royal courts to actually send anything of real value. So her visage changed to her older self, long flowing straight red hair, more vuluptuous, definitely not like the sweet innocent child any would see outside Airis-Ivis.

She returned to the 'scene of the crime' and searched around for clues, until she heard the beating of wings from above, which caused her movements to change. Dressed with a fair amount of eloquence, though hiding little, she began to pick up coin to make it seem as if she was following a trail. She had made sure her brand was seen this time with the clothing not covering her shoulders. She came upon the scene of the heads and dead body and froze, dropping the coins to the ground. She ignored the writing on the stone that she wasn't supposed to know anyway, even if she had put it there. She rushed inside, "Master! Master!" Calling out, even though she knew Lazarus was not due for another couple of days, if he decided to come. She did not fail in her acting, not in the least. Having seen three fly over, she knew she would not be so lucky this time, the others had been fools, these most likely were not.

The soldier nodded, and after Boriaz's finger was away from his chest, he brought his closed fist against the armor. "Yes Sir!" The Archon moved swiftly, pulling two of the scouts with him along his path out and as soon as their feet hit the dirt outside, they shifted into the Archonic form and took off into the night.


It would not be long before the three would see the strange sparkling down below and move to land near the area in the trees. The main one's nosed wrinkled at he smell of his fallen brethren's blood. One of the scouts signaled him as something else caught his attention and the Lead looked. A woman was snooping around, picking up a few of the fallen coin. Her sudden stop and look toward the cavern mouth the trail of coin led to, and the supposed attempt at a look of shock and surprise, as she let the coins drop from her hands to the ground around her feet was a typical reaction for a human female.


The woman didn't stand there long instead rushing into the cavern mouth, calling out for her Master. This brought a sick smile to the leads face. He motioned the two to follow him as he stepped out of the trees and headed in the direction of the cavern. His eyes though showed anger as he read the message upon the stone. "Treachery is paid for by death," in Archonic script. The woman hadn't paid attention to it so she wasn't Archonic, by the smell of it she was human. And by the sight of the brand, servant to an Archon. He would let Boriaz deal with this. If it was her master that dealt Boriaz a blow to kill three of his men, he would most assuredly want payment for such.

He motioned to one scout to go back to the two and bring three more men. The other was to motioned to get the heads and the body of their fallen brethren for proof to Boriaz that they were in deed ... dead. As the plan was set in motion, he moved into the cavern mouth, not sensing or smelling anything but the girl inside. His movements were swift and he snatched her up by the arm, growling, "Who is your Master, slave?!" As he started to pull this female to him, so he could take flight, and head back to the Tower with her, and she could answer to Boriaz for what and where he found her in the middle of.

Chakra screamed as the Archon roughly took hold of her and started to pull her to him. She tried to fight a little, but made sure not to use the strength she had naturally. "I belong to the Cohra!" She yelped. "Let me go!" She exclaimed as she tried to pull back from him. Her tone wasn't that of a sweet child, but a woman, and it was demanding, something no slave would dare do with their own master.

The Archon chuckled, "Not likely..." He reached to Chakra and grabbed her chin roughly and held her face still as he looked into her eyes. His words were growled as he spoke to her, "Until we find out if he did this... You will be our commander's payment for the death of his men!" With that his hand moved from her chin to her other arm and he snatched her up, easily, pulling her to his chest as he moved out of the cavern mouth and shifted, then took flight back to the Tower, leaving the scouts and men to gather up the coin and jewels as well the body parts.


It would be an hour since he left before he would return with this 'consolation prize'. He would seach for Boriaz, and upon finding him, having shifted down upon entry, he would toss Chakra to the floor, closest to Boraiz's feet, or bed, whichever it would be. "Commander. They are dead. Their bodies found at this slave's master's cave. The men are bringing back the bodies and the loot found. I brought you her... for payment..." He switched to the Archonic tongue, "There was writing on the outside wall, Sir. ~Treachery is paid for by death.~ She claims to be a Cohra slave." He would step back to give Boriaz a wide berth and let him deal with the slave in his own manner, after his report.

Chakra's body slid on the floor, as would be around right for a human female. Her eyes turned to face the Archon whom had brought her there. They were filled with anger and hatred, though not true, for she needed a way in and this was one of the only ways. "... son of a flea-ridden mongrul!" Her tone was venomous toward the Archon, "My Masters wouldn't do that!"


Her words emphatically stated, as she tried to pull back before the one she recognized from the Fortress, whom she wasn't expecting to see there could grab her, but of course, she couldn't use any of her abilities that would let him know she was in fact not human. She tried to scurry up to her feet and toward the Archon giving the report to 'beat on his chest' as if she was angered so deeply that she would even strike a 'superior' being in such a fashion. "They do not slaughter their own kind!" She played the part of a human so very well, it was much easier and natural in her mind than any of the other creatures she had been told to chose from.

Dangerous game she was playing to retrieve information for the Order. Dealing with Archons were never easy and no two were exactly the same. This one liked spirited women, great. She couldn't just do a turn around, and this version of the body she took was not for the innocent type of mind anyway.


Her eyes widened as she was spun around and now faced to see Boriaz and that grin. She tried to jerk away, "No you don't... I am not yours!" She yelped with surprise in her voice that all but masked the protest. The branding was visible through the whole action. "I serve the Cohra... not you!" She moved her free hand in a motion to slap at him. "Let.. me ... go..." Her voice strained as she forced herself to pull back the slap at him, before she could connect on her own. But her 'claws', her nails were now her decided weapon as she moved to rake her nails over his hand to try to let her go as she tried so hard to get free. She didn't have tears like the woman in the bed, but there was a 'fear' that Chakra was able to allow fill the air with her scent, as she portrayed trying to get away from Boriaz. Or was it fear?

Chakra was watching Boriaz closely for all reactions he would have to. She couldn’t tell if her scratching him actually angered him or excited him more. But she did know that her fighting him was definitely making him happy. His grip had tightened on her, and his words to her about no longer being the Cohras’ property only gained narrowed eyes and another attempted jerking away.

It was when Boriaz spoke of “rebranding” her that she knew she had to do something as the brand was only a grand illusion and if she were injured or branded and it didn’t stick and healed too quickly he would definitely get suspicious and then the infiltration would be found out. She suddenly stiffened and stopped all movement for that very instant. Then there was the turning of her head to look in the direction of the leaving soldiers, her eyes widening, as if she were surprised, even though she had figured with his words that there would be a rebranding should she not be able to get out of there to report. Her head slowly turned and she would find herself looking up at Boriaz’s glee-filled face. Her voice showed the surprise that her face portrayed, “Branded … again?” It wasn’t really a question, as it only made her fight all the more to get out of his grasp without using her true abilities.


But it was when the solders returned a few minutes later and she could hear the sizzling iron behind her that Chakra did something he probably wouldn’t expect. She turned quickly in his grip and pressed her thin supple form to his front, all but trying to crawl into his skin, as her move would curl his arm around the front of her. “I … am … Yours…” She squeaked almost as if a mouse. “Not the fire... rod…”

Boriaz would feel her heart pounding within her chest and hear the quick shallow breaths of fear. "Not that..."But this game also had its toll upon Chakra, especially when she chose to use this form, the fact that the excitement brought was not something she knew often. “TheY… have my baby sister… Why should they have me too?” A bit more of that squeak, as she made sure to look like she was staring at the hot iron, her hand not on the gripped arm coming up to his arm to grip his hand, but not in a demanding way, but in a way that purposely moved his hand into a position to feel the rounded mound of soft flesh near where he had grappled her arm, and all the reaction her body was having and will have in the next few moments.

He would then feel a nipping upon the muscles of his arm that she had adeptly wrapped around her with her movements. Was she attempting to seduce him? It was most definitely obvious as one of her hands slipped between her back to meet with what he had been aching to unleash with not just the one servant woman chained to his bed, but now her. “If you don’t burn me as they did, I will show you how they had me trained, the ways to sate their lust... instead of just lay there and allow myself to feel nothing and not react to you even in disgust..… and I would have no reason to run… and more reason to call you master than they...?” Her sudden change from fight to lust would prove there was something he had over her that she feared, something more than these people that were so easily taken command of because of 'weakness'. Her movements weren't out of weakness, "desperation" perhaps, but not weakness. She admitted without outwardly doing so, that the one who claimed to be her former master had not the wisdom or ability to hold her. Not matter how much coin he would have spent to have her trained, his own weakness from being "short-sighted" had played to Boriaz.


One eye watched the soldiers with the iron as the other was closed as the nibbling would move up his flesh. Her eyes would open as her head would turn up to Boriaz’s face. Within them there was a smoldering lust driving the fight in a new direction. Her eyes and lips and the rest of her body was screaming of the power he had shown her. Her voice was all but purred with the lust laden words that she left hanging in his ears, “… that is not the fiery rod that will tame me…” Her shoulder shifted to get a better settling of her caressing hand upon his lower midsection, to prove her point, the shoulder of her clothing fell down her arm. Her heart beating almost in a fluttering state matching with the scent of arousal coming from her, would show how true that statement was. If she had read him right, he would much rather have an active partner than one that just laid there wishing to be gone, or dead than to feel his touch. She would grip him fairly tightly intaking a deep breath, as she airily breathed out,
"Perhaps the Fallen dispatched my former master as he did your men... Male, large black feathered wings, long dark hair, bright blue eyes, scar over his right-eye, flew toward the North after... I told you he did not do this... Your soldier never asked if I saw who did... " The giving of this information was hopefully verbal confirmation of what she was showing him through actions. And she portrayed this 'misinformation' with perfection, not a hint of falsity in the lustful voice he provoked from her.

Chakra squirmed listening to his words, his questions, "Yes a Fallen!" The closer the brand came the more she tried to push herself back from it. "Not a little pain! ALOT of Pain.... over and over.... Until my skin lets ...." She was thinking fast on her feet. She had stopped trying to seduce him and was now pleading with him.


Chakra stopped as the Archon with the feathers came in. She looked at Boriaz, watching his eyes, looking up into his, wishing that her abilities would work on an equal just now, but knew it wouldn't and would only serve to infuriate him more. Her voice had soften, "See... I was telling the truth which I would have told my ... former... master had it been him to find me... They are threats to you all, yes?"


But his next words ... then the movement of his arm and hand to grab the iron... "No.. please......." She knew this would hurt and hurt again... "My skin...IT!... aaaaaahhh...." That sizzle and smell was almost overwhelming to her as she bit into the arm that held her so tightly to him while he attempted to brand her. Her scream of pain muffled by his skin though he could feel the intensity of the scream. She controlled the pain reflex enough not to break his skin, but just barely. As he pulled away the brand her body was semi-limp, and she released his arm with her mouth, "... heals on its... own... that's why... they ... they... took me... my sister is different... she can talk in or read people's heads..."


Her body relaxed against his and it would only be a matter of a minute before her skin would begin to slowly heal from the mark as she tried to control the rate as best she could... "Please master... no more..." There was a deepened shiver. Her eyes half opened, and to the other Archon guards that were watching would honestly think that she might have been losing strength and fight, but it wasn't the case. Tears had streamed from her eyes. She had learned to perfect it well enough to fool a group such as the Cohra, she would not fail now. The controlling of the healing was what she was truly maintaining. "They stole.... us from... North.... Island..." She made an attempt with the opposite arm from the shoulder branded and healing to reach up 'weakly' to wipe the tears and spittle from her face as another deepened shiver ran through her.


Her body was resting against him now... "Please... you claimed me... I will not ... forget my place... The pain of the hot iron is far worse than anything... they tried on me..." Her hand would then move to his arm and she would wipe the area she bit of her own spittle and tears. Inside she just wanted to beat the hell out of him, but seeing as she came in, she was truly outnumbered, in fact... even for those in the Marakai these numbers would have been too great, she could not.


"I... am not ... a lying wench... a wench maybe... but I haven't lied to you... they ... send us out to ... find out things... the cave is where... I meet him... we meet him... to tell him.... what is found... I don't know where... my sister is... but he sent me to Airis-Ivis... this time.. meaning she is probably in Deshu... because he said the Sygrius ... vanished from there months ago... and I can only ... sleep with people... to get the information... he needs... and she... can read or speak in their heads... to ... to find out... where ... they and ... the Empresses... are since the Sygrius... guard them... with their lives... the Cohra have ... no eyes on or plans for Mithoul... to my ... knowledge... But they... don't want... another.. king on the ..... throne...."


She was panting a bit slower and her voice was getting softer. "That... is why... I was at the cave..." She closed her eyes. "Please... master... no more... I cannot fight you... If he is alive... he may come looking...  he may not... the cave entrance.. was bloody.. and the Cohra are too far to run to... so where would I go... that you or your men... couldn't find... and stop me first... Fate is fate...It is wiser to accept it than to die for not..." She forced herself to turn so her front was to his, her fingers of her hands splayed against his torso on either side of his head, almost flexing and relaxing like a 'kitten' before she would lift her head in a manner so her eyes could be seen. She looked up into his angered ones with her pleading hazel ones that seemed to look a slight more green now. Her 'understanding' of the words she spoke was in them, the pain still within the contours of her features. Silence finally befell those deep pink nearing ruby pouted lips that sat upon them. She hoped it would be obvious to him that she didn't want to feel the same pain again. The former brand was about half faded from its original glory as the skin healed itself before everyone's eyes.

His comment about the Cohra and he having something in common, gave her a small chuckle inside. A rebellious one... hmm.. .that could be useful. She would watch his movements, and looked to the guard that left and came back with shackles, heavy ones at that. She wasn't one to be so subservient, especially in this form. So before the one could get close enough to actually shackle her, she let loose with a sharp kick to the ......... that would most assuredly bring the guard down as she attemped to wriggle from Boriaz's grip. Unfortunately she wasn't only dealing with he and the other, and as she just managed to wriggle enough and get out, the others were intelligent enough to snag hold of her so the shackles could be snapped in place, which she watched very carefully how they were placed on, except of course the one around her throat, that would be the hardest part of getting out.

Her eyes narrowed as her 'anger' showed at being shackled and even as she was being lead she tried to pull away from being led into the room. Watching her though there was a grin that had slipped upon her lips, as the thoughts of how to kill each and every one of them came to mind, or... was it that?

< "Lazarus? Nexeu? Where are you?"> Sifted through her mind, which could not be read through Archon abilities since they were equals.

<"Deshu watching what is going on with the Empresses. Why?">

<"Roving Airis-Ivis right now. You sound a bit, different. Which form of your persona are you in?">

<"The older one... The younger one didn't get the attention of the Archon that pushed his way into the Palace in Deshu with that strange feeling man there...">

<"Archon, what Tribe?">

<"Not sure, but he knows I am supposedly Cohra-owned and that my skin heals since he tried to brand over the illusion..">

<"Have you lost your mind? This is not the time to infiltrate girl."> Nexeu did not sound pleased in the least. <"The boy is thinking of nabbing Akil. I am going to need you to calm him down again.">

<"What else, Chakra?"> There was a semi-annoyed tone from the one she supposedly belonged to.

<"Well I am in the elder form, so... he thinks I sleep with people to get information... And well... I think it turned him off... But.. he shackled me... And thinks he's going to keep me here.. at least for the time being...">

The both of them grumbled in her mind, which actually got her to yank on the chains slightly as if she were trying to control the Leader of her person to misstep, trip, fall back. It wouldn't have mattered if it was Boriaz or one of the guards. She was trying to gain enough looseness between she and the leader to use the extra chain to her advantage if she could.

Finally Lazarus asked the question, <"Where are you?">

<"The Black Tower. Bast has been overthrown, that is why I found a way in here.">

<"And you fought too hard apparently..."> Nexeu commented...

<"Well it was either that or become a whoring wench to him..."> She retorted letting out a snort at the thought. Her eyes, finally as she was placed wherever, had a bored look in them.

<"Nexeu see what you can do, I will be in contact as soon as I am certain my report got through to the Commander and this is over. Chakra, behave."> His tone sounded testy, for it was.

<"Behave? I am... if there weren't so many of them... And he is meaty enough to..."> Chakra started to protest a bit as that part of the link shut down and Nexeu piped in. <"Girl you are the only one that has not procreated yet. It's a good thing he lost interest, now isn't it. Don't give him a reason to...">

<"Hmph.">

<"Where did they find you?">

<"The meeting cave in Brada, about an hour's flight from the Tower.">

<"Very well, I will start there. Perhaps I can figure out something to do with this situation. Don't let him know...">

<"I won't...">

Chakra would wait for Boriaz's attention to be off her and onto the other woman before she would attempt anything so remotely blatant or obscure as an 'escape'.

Chakra did stumble a bit, falling to a knee. The one that spoke to her, having pulled her close so that his smelly breath was on her got spat upon, right before Boriaz smacked him hard enough to make him land on the other side of the room."I wouldn't let you touch a hog, you smelly piece of shit!"


Boriaz's hand had come quite close to Chakra and to avoid being hit by it, she stumbled again and dropped to the other knee. What Boriaz said to the Archon he had chastised actually make her bubble up with a deep chuckle, "Nevermind, I don't have to worry about you screwing the livestock without that!"

As they put the shackles in place, in their holder to the wall, Chakra looked at the man with the flaming red handprint on his face that was fading away already, thanks to the ability of Archons and Fallens to heal at a bit more, or much more, rapid pace than those lower than them on the food chain. She grinned brightly, speaking just loud enough for Boriaz to hear, or perhaps not, as it looked like the slave woman might be starting to gain his attention, "It seems he has the biggest cock around here..." She would move attempting to stop them from attaching the chains to the wall, but it was only a half-hearted effort as she was -supposed to be- human.

She would make herself as comfortable as she could and wait for Boriaz to be distracted by the woman before she would attempt to release herself from the chains she was bound in. She hoped she could do so quickly so she didn't have to endure the voyeurism that this position within the room had to offer. In fact, her head was turned a bit so her eyes would not fall to the bed, the other Archons, the woman or Boriaz, as the muscles around her jaw would move a bit as she gritted her teeth slightly at the thought of being put through such 'torture'.

She looked to Boriaz then away from him again. With what little of a shrug she could manage, she gave him one. "I wasn't escaping from my other master, why would I need to escape from you? If he is alive and wants me, then he will come barter with you or send someone. Staying put is actually more... beneficial.... But trusting either a servant or a woman doesn't come easy with you it seems. I serve the Archons because that is what I was destined to do, or else I would not have been taken from North Island and trained to serve the Cohra.. This is not the first time I have been in chains..." Her words slipped from her lips with a small amount of venom. The venom didn't seem to get her much of anywhere with Boriaz, at least not heavy amounts of it, for now.


She finally moved her eyes back to him looking over his form, the massive folded arms over his chest and shook her head. "An information gatherer I have always been. Men have looser lips around women where they think they are stupid and don't understand, then other men that are looking for schemes and plots and ploys... treachery and backstabbing, when they talk to other men. If that is a crime in your eyes, I will not apologize for it. I was brought up to serve the Cohra and if the one that stole me from North Island fell, then whomever snatched me next."


Her eyes darted to the Archon still on the floor, her eyes narrowing for a moment then calming and looking back to Boriaz. "I fight because it has always been in my nature. It has kept me alive so far... I was told that Archons don't like weak humans for their ~servants~ or ... what was it called, 'pets'. As for you... woman-servant... either do as he says or you won't ever get the chance to see your son again, because he can kill you without so much as sweating... Understand, Archons love two things... fighting and screwing..."


She turned her head away from the servant and him and closed her eyes, "So don't let me ruin your pleasure, it is not as if I have not been subjected to such things before. If my former master isn't at the cave within a couple of days or if I am not there to meet him, he will probably think me dead anyway..." She leaned her head back against the wall and waited for whatever to come next. Her eyes were partially open though, just to pick up on any new or sudden movements. For no she would give no hints in attempting to escape, Boriaz had already asked her if she was going to try. She grumbled under her breath, 'I would much rather be the one being bedded than listening to the screams of one that doesn't want to be anyhow. It'd be more than I have enjoyed in years.' The comment was not intended for anyone else to hear, and hopefully it wasn't. And truth be told, she hadn't actually bedded anyone... but she didn't need to with her abilities, though they didn't need to know that either.

Boriaz wasn't talking, and better yet, the woman's incessant crying was filling the room. Charka's half open eyes could see the annoyance that was within at least the Archon's eyes she had insulted and pissed off, but it was the growling that was coming from the massive form of Boraiz that made her all the more cautious in how she would proceed, at least now. But now... now was the ~perfect~ time for the Illimar elder, her supposed Archon owner to invade her mind with information on Deshu... and the Empresses. Great... this was not a good situation to interrupt... stopping an Archon from its kill, now matter what type of kill it was, was rarely a good thing. She retorted sharply back to Lazarus, <"Understood!"> Right before the connection was severed. If he heard her reply, she didn't care, she had to think on her feet yet again. She had already saved one of Aziza's servants, could she really save another?

Oh how the hell was she going to play this? Carefully for sure! Chakra had gotten herself in a semi-comfortable position before she looked as if she were going to attempt to ignore what she had figured Boriaz was going to do with the woman. But suddenly the other Archon's especially the one that was watching her on the floor would see her stiffen and shudder, while her eyes flickered between the mask of deep hazel to a shiny almost brilliant light green. Suddenly there was fairly loud jangling from the movement Chakra did to come fully flat on her feet again, and her hands to cover her face as she fell back against the wall, "Get out of my head you impetuous little bitch of a sister!" Chakra almost screamed. "Celeste... I don't care what is happen....ning.. in... De....shu..." Her words fell silent, and the slightly tanned body went pale as if suddenly going through a fright... "By... the... belly..........." The words ending almost breathlessly.

Chakra's hands slowly lowered from her eyes and she turned with a stunned expression toward Boriaz. "Master.... Master!" The first time she said 'master' there was almost no voice, the second time, it sounded to be a fairly urgent calling. She expected some sort of recourse from taking his attention away from the woman he was about to strangle and lop the head off of to get out his aggression. She made a loud gulp as her eyes met his but she did not make him ask her what she had found out, she just spat it out in a quick ramble, "The Empresses were beheaded! An unknown man with dark hair now holds the Throne!" She then would attempt to pull away from him if he had grabbed her or her chains and cover her eyes again, or recoil back to sitting on the floor, to wrap her hands about her knees and tuck her head. She was curled up, but it was more of a protective curl as if trying to hide form angered blows that might come from him, or from perhaps someone or somewhere else... The next words were spoken as if telling a secret... Had she spoken them before? "Three women removed. Two men to take their places. Chaos will leave with the three self-appointed Regents and the Emperor. The New Order of the Marakai has begun." Words that perhaps only someone from North Island would hear from the fabled Oracle. This girl apparently knew the signs, as if they were imprinted on her very soul. So she had been old enough to recall perhaps certain teachings before she was ~nabbed~ by the Cohra. What would Boriaz make of the worth of the annoying little spitfire now?

Chakra wanted to crawl out of her skin, but not for the thought of Boriaz ripping the chains through the woman's throat and blood spattering everywhere, but his reaction to her words. She tried to get away from him as best she could, of course a human female would, even an advanced human. Her face was covered when he came tromping toward her and reached for her. His fingers easily sliding in and gripping her red hair. Her head came up and her eyes she has fixed into at dazed look as she had a sereneness about her features as her head came back, falling into his hand that had those fingers within her hair. "The Empresses were beheaded. An unknown male has taken the throne of the Marakai. A message from my younger sister..."



She blinked quickly a few times and her eyes seemed to clear up, hazels looking up into his. "The old woman's words... the day my sister was born... ooh... Three women removed. Two men to take their places. Chaos will leave with the three self-appointed Regents and the Emperor. The New World Order of the Marakai has begun." She blinked slower now, seemingly at ease. "The signs of the change. Have you never heard those words Master?" She was so at ease, the words rolling off her tongue as if they were true words of prophecy. In many ways they were. Signs seen somewhere... Words heard within another's mind perhaps or told to her own through someone or something, and there were both... in the Marakai and on the Earth. So where did she hear them from or where did they come from?



"You have taken back the Black Tower the Archons built. You are Archon. Through your actions you have settled yourself with the title of Regent, Master." She looked to him, the blood splattered all over his face, chest, arms and beyond. "Do you wish me to bathe you to rid you of the annoying woman's blood? Please Master, let me ease your annoyance?" A hand would attempt to reach up and wipe some of the blood from his face, if he would let her. Her voice was softer now, "If there is a new Emperor, then perhaps if my former Master wasn't killed he will be too busy to come look for me." Was there a hope in her voice there? Perhaps. Her next reaction would be to his desire, his reaction to her words. Ahhh.... forbidden fruits so close... and looking so inviting... She would pull back from him and lower her hands, looking away if she could, with his hand gripped in her hair as if hiding a passion welling up inside of her at the sight of him.

Chakra winced as his hand tightened in her hair, and yes, the makings of a headache had started. She attempted to keep her eyes from his and her hand being batted away stayed down as she waied for him to grow calmer. But the hook had been set, but what hook had she given him? Was she going to tell him truth or lie? She had already begun with the truth as seen within the glass of something old, though it was not within the Marakai any longer. She would speak softly to him, and simply.

"The Marakai has opened. So many have left and so many have ventured this way. Chaos came with the portals opening as was foreseen by many a seer, though perhaps none so accurate as the old woman."

... Or those of the Illimar who looked into the Mirror for answers since they numbered so few against so many in their rebirth.

"Those whom remove the three women, an Emperor removing two and a Regent removing one, while combine forces with those whom have control of the other two provinces. Order shall come to reign as it did in the beginning."

Her eyes would slowly move back toward his face. Her eyes searched his for a moment to see if he understood. She was speaking in definite terms not riddles like a seer would. It might actually be obvious that she had been waiting 'some time' for such things to occur. It would not be but a few breaths before she continued.


"The same day they shall take control. There is now an Emperor and Brada... this Tower... was the home of an Overlordess. You took it over. You hold its secrets and its strength where none of the other Archons had dared try. That makes you Regent now unless you walk away before the Emperor calls. And He ~will~ call..."

A deep breath came from her as she tried to relax so that the grip upon her hair would not cause any more pain and her voice would go a bit higher in pitch only to serve as more grating and annoying to his ears than the words she had to impart. Translating things seen or heard was tricky, but it was most definitely something that Chakra had been good at in both of her lifetimes.


"The Emperor has the strength of the Empire now... And he will be watching for others to take him out like he took the Empresses out. He needs people who do not have need or desire to have the position or title... Not those that would corrupt it and plot against the protection of the Marakai and its secrets."

Her eyes came to search his again, attempting to judge his temprament. She needed to appeal to that which gave him the most fulfillment, besides sex slaves or whores of course. Her voice lowered so that his own men would not hear the words between them now.

"Please Master... It has been so long since the Archon's ruled their own tower... You have done something not even the Cohra could do or that group they don't like.. some circle of Archons that supposedly pass down the laws for the Archons to live by... You took the Tower back. It is your destiny to be here! The right place, the right time. If it wasn't meant to be, you would not have overtaken the Tower. Do you think the Overlordess would have left if she had a passing thought of your coming to take command of the Archon lands lost centuries ago?..."

A brief pause and very pointed statements to come after, that she hoped would put a light within his mind as to why she wasn't fighting him at the moment, steering perhaps any suspicions Boriaz had of her.

"And Master, if it were meant to be that another was to be Regent of Brada, then I would not have been caught by your men to give you this knowledge. It would have been another. I have not given the translation of the old woman's words to the Cohra. It was not their place to know because they did not achieve what you did. The Sygrius were acting strangely for months, that is why my former Master sent my sister and I out again. We were to be bred.. males were picked for their abilities... before Akil's General was summoned to Deshu and the Empresses went mising..."

She lowered her eyes again as she stopped speaking for a moment. This time speaking of his command to her, knowing full well she had potentially given off something that could make his mind question the method she used to get information she had stated earlier. She could get inform out of Archons that she made to believe she would sleep with, but has she truly... Would the Cohra, as diplomatic as they were within their own Laws, willing to let those they intended to breed, truly sleep with a multitude of men? Did Boriaz know how they worked? Were the Cohra all that different in their handling of 'special servants' than any other Archon? Sleeping with targets, if he came to realize the depths of the secrets she was translating to him, could have very well only been a coding in words... And as much as she spoke of her former Master, why he would actually send her out on her own as well as her younger sister without his being close so they wouldn't be caught, had he truly been around to make certain that his 'breeder' wouldn't become impregnated by someone they hadn't picked for the pair. So truly laying with men could not be the truest of translations on her method of gaining information from them - But being downright seductive... that was truly another matter all together.

"And I shall not dare touch you again Master without your permission or request."

She would wait to see what all her words would bring to Boriaz's reaction. And from there, Chakra would decide if there needed to be another avenue she needed to take to do as seemed to be needed. But she knew she needed to figure it out quickly, for the other two Illimar, males it were, seemed to be quite impatient about certain things, while having vast amounts of patience with other things.

The men within the room were trying to overhear what the wench was saying, but when she got low, it was hard to hear and it aggravated them. Secrets were not kept well within this rebel group of Archons… and really, Boraiz was more truthful than naught in most situations.

But something about the way the woman was talking caused the eyes on the Archon still upon the floor to narrow. The words Regent, and the news of a new ruler of the Marakai, and Emperor, caused him to feel uneasy. As he listened, his eyes glanced to look at the other servant who had come to clean up the blood spilled by the annoying crying woman. A small grin slipped across his face as the woman got upon her knees and began to scrub, her ass waving in the air like a flag.

The word Regent had, however, stayed in the mind of yet another of the Archon soldiers within the room, one that had tied Chakra up and slipped the collar about her neck. With a hesitant step, the Archon approached Boriaz, “Pardon me Sir… I know it be bold, but Regent? I don’t think that would be too wise to take such a title… Our men enjoy our lifestyle Sir. To take a title and remain here for a time… it might lead to rebellion…”

Chakra listened to the words of the Archon, and parted her lips to say something in return about what was said, but her lips closed as Boriaz took control of the conversation. Her eyes flitted between the two but fell upon Boriaz's again as his eyes searched hers. Her eyes lowered slowly after his comment.

She said nothing as he pushed her back with his strength, though she allowed for enough air to escape her, forcing a grunt, and a, dare say, whimper escape her as if it truly hurt more than it did. She curled up where she was and turned as best she could away from the Archons that were watching her. She put her head on her knees, or at least tried, to close her eyes and capture what little 'rest' she would get. "If she is good at divination Master, she will be able to tell you the same thing. I know it was not what you wanted to hear... but this Tower... of Archon make, has a way of changing those that capture it... It more captures the captor, than becomes the captive."

She could not imagine what he would do with the 'Sorceress'. She had given a warning, and as annoyed as Boriaz was, perhaps it would make him more annoyed with his Sorceress, who did not tell him the long standing ~seeming power and curse~ of this Ancient Tower, and direct his annoyance away from her... and who knows, perhaps... just maybe... she would chase him away from it... but in her gut, with the closer of the mind of one of her mentors, to an extreme vault, she had no idea, just how quickly things would move. She was a decipherer of wordings, not a seer... but... if he wished that she was a Seer, she could potentially earn her way out of the chains that way... lest her compatriots, Lazarus and Nexeu, felt otherwise.