He leans up against them and rests. Patience is a mighty tool when used properly.
OOC: Respond when you feel the proper time has passed.
Hours later, the gates finally open, for a crew of people to enter the mansion, no doubt for food, cleaning and entertainment, or perhaps politics even. Perhaps the servant should pretend to be one of them.
He leans up against them and rests. Patience is a mighty tool when used properly.
OOC: Respond when you feel the proper time has passed.
Hours later, the gates finally open, for a crew of people to enter the mansion, no doubt for food, cleaning and entertainment, or perhaps politics even. Perhaps the servant should pretend to be one of them.
IC: "Something 'bout their potential as Toa! Hah! They are Matoran slaves! Nothing more!" He cackles.
"I see." Ahir shakes his head, supprised at how quick he was to jump to conclusions on the Makuta. "Well, she sent us. I know I can find something to trade for your slaves."
Ihice takes Svin to look fo Tahlenarix.
Voholta leaves to find Onurakna.
Irohon and Bahark decide to work together and search for Fenoraknh.
Hours later, the gates finally open, for a crew of people to enter the mansion, no doubt for food, cleaning and entertainment, or perhaps politics even. Perhaps the servant should pretend to be one of them.
Politics it is!
He is lead to a room with other aristocrats, very few being from Stelt. There is a female figure sitting in a throne.
IC: "Something 'bout their potential as Toa! Hah! They are Matoran slaves! Nothing more!" He cackles.
"I see." Ahir shakes his head, supprised at how quick he was to jump to conclusions on the Makuta. "Well, she sent us. I know I can find something to trade for your slaves."
Ihice takes Svin to look fo Tahlenarix.
Voholta leaves to find Onurakna.
Irohon and Bahark decide to work together and search for Fenoraknh.
"Doubtful. How many do you need, and PERHAPS, I may be willing to bargain?"
They find Tahlenarix, Onurakna and Fenoraknh are in the same room as them. As are every other slave.
"I see." Ahir shakes his head, supprised at how quick he was to jump to conclusions on the Makuta. "Well, she sent us. I know I can find something to trade for your slaves."
Ihice takes Svin to look fo Tahlenarix.
Voholta leaves to find Onurakna.
Irohon and Bahark decide to work together and search for Fenoraknh.
"Doubtful. How many do you need, and PERHAPS, I may be willing to bargain?"
They find Tahlenarix, Onurakna and Fenoraknh are in the same room as them. As are every other slave.
He raises an eyebrow. Further explanation is what he wants.
"You said that Makuta Anakritis was interested in these relics because of folly, that she believes they are destined to be Toa. My job is to give her what she wants, all of these matoran. It's a high demand, but I'm sure we can provide a high compensation."
He raises an eyebrow. Further explanation is what he wants.
"You said that Makuta Anakritis was interested in these relics because of folly, that she believes they are destined to be Toa. My job is to give her what she wants, all of these matoran. It's a high demand, but I'm sure we can provide a high compensation."
Svin looks at Ahir, frozen is shock.
He glares. "You want the entirety of my matoran servants?" He asks, voice blazing hot, uncontrollably passionate and infuriated. "You had best be able to compensate me accordingly." He responds, frostily.
He pauses. "Oh, you didn't hear? Anakritis was overthrown." He giggles out.
She raises her hand, a clear sign of giving permission.
"I am here for what the Makuta call, 'relics.' I believe that they can be bartered for the benefit of this clan."
She raises her hand, a blatant sign for the servant to cease talking. She whispers into a tube, for her servant to speak.
"Our Madame requests to know which of her sisters you hail from? Lady Vesper? Madame Daystar? Or perhaps young Lady Mane?" The nasally voice of a steltian asks, him standing to the left of the veiled Lady Nightstar.
The servant should notice everyone present bears one of four marks. The ones who hadn't entered from outside bared a crescent moon. The other, who had entered, had marks that were either a sun, a four pointed star or a spiral.
"You said that Makuta Anakritis was interested in these relics because of folly, that she believes they are destined to be Toa. My job is to give her what she wants, all of these matoran. It's a high demand, but I'm sure we can provide a high compensation."
Svin looks at Ahir, frozen is shock.
He glares. "You want the entirety of my matoran servants?" He asks, voice blazing hot, uncontrollably passionate and infuriated. "You had best be able to compensate me accordingly." He responds, frostily.
He pauses. "Oh, you didn't hear? Anakritis was overthrown." He giggles out.
